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I’ll Wait - Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Oneshot

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Word Count 10 K

Relationships: Main pairing - Eddie Munson (Fem) Henderson!Reader. implications of Steve Harrington x (Fem) Henderson!Reader on an early development stage.

Warnings: They are in love, they are just idiots. Eddie’s mind oscilating between fluffy and dirty thoughts about the reader. This was titled after a Van Halen song, so you can expect references.

Summary: Eddie pays you an unexpected visit in the middle of the night, time matching with your return from your prom date with Steve. Guessing he is very worried about you just because he doesn’t trust him, you gladly receive him and get into telling him some details of the night. The post party fun with your waiting friend deviates in some sweetly intimate situations that put to test his capacity to hide his feelings for you.

Notes: This oneshot continues my line of work on an in development headcanon series. You don't have to read it to understand this, but checking it adds some context. This follows the end of part 3, also giving some insight on Eddie’s pespective of what happened during it.

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Absolute desperation would be the only way to describe his state that night. Waiting for the phone ring was agony while knowing that was his only circumstantial way of getting news of you. Gareth promised to call for his first spycraft mission report as soon as he would be back from your house, but the logical holdup felt eternal. It was killing him, nothing could shake Eddie out of the overthinking.

Even when trying to focus on the bright side, he would inevitably end up freaking out. You said that you were merely helping out another friend who needed an emergency plan for a prom date after breaking up with his girlfriend and you put yourself in disposition of all Hellfire for a similar deal. Nothing out of the ordinary, you wouldn’t consider it a romantic thing. Yet you also spoke to him about how you wanted to make him proud, for what you had a planned act of representation for the event in honor of all your freak friends. Hellfire was getting a witch, their very own Mistress of the Dark, and you were doing her introductory act as the prom date of Steve Harrington.

That sort of comedic character/mascot of the group you came up with was a defense mechanism you were preparing. It was supposed to leave the bully ex friends of your new troubled friend powerless when they would try to mess with you, meaning that you were going to make fun of any jock on your way. Eddie would have loved to see that. Perhaps if he would have made it into graduation like he should, the spot beside you could have been his. He would have showed up just to be your date and join the fun

Would you have rejected Steve if he would have been in position to ask you as his date for that very same night? The most self indulgent side of his mind chose to make him think you would, but he wasn’t convinced. For as lovesick as he was, Eddie would have never imagined you could be reciprocating his feelings. If there was something you two had in common, besides from a ton of weird interests, was your inability to self perceive as someone people could be crushing on. While he would find it unbelievable in you, precisely because you were his crush, he wasn’t applying the same standards on himself.

It wasn’t fair. Why did it have to be you? The only girl in town who thought he was cool, sometimes even to the point of seeking for his approbation. You were nice, funny, clever, beautiful and you shared most of his passions. A gift from the Valar, too good to be true, it was obvious Melkor had to turn it into a nightmare. From all the girls in the school, Harrington had to pick you. For as much you would insist on claiming him your friend, his invitation to prom at the risk of being mocked for going with you had to mean something. He wasn’t the King anymore, but his social capital couldn’t be completely gone. After all, he was still a good looking athlete and some other girl would have wanted to be his date. You were picked for a reason, he wasn’t a random desperate weirdo who wouldn’t get any other chance.

Was it some sort of poetic justice thing? Would the universe make him pay for the audacity of Johnnatan Byers? The jock lost his girlfriend to an outcast dude, so he was taking away some other’s crush in return to balance karma. Losers would never get to have a win-win, someone had to suffer the consequences and that fool had to be him. Eddie Munson, the town’s freak, bottom pit of the school hierarchy. He needed to know what the hell was going on, for his own sanity, someone had to bring him a glimpse of an explanation. It was most likely that Gareth guessed why he wanted to know the details, but Eddie knew he wasn’t judging. Who could blame him for catching feelings for you?

It could have happened to anyone in the group. Even all the other guys who weren’t necessarily interested in you managed to get flustered over your nice comments a couple of times. They weren’t used to getting sweet compliments from girls and you were adorable, always finding some random positive thing to say that would leave them a bit shocked. His friend was pretty sure it made total sense for Eddie to be crushing on you, since he was the one who discovered you first and dragged you with them. The spy was helping you both in different ways, for you to get ready with your date thing and for Eddie to survive through it.

There was at least one good thing for him that came in with the call: Gareth got pictures of your look. One was his, of you two together and you personally gifted it to him. The other one, a little stolen treasure for his friend obtained on the duty, showed you posing alone. That was the good news, that Eddie asked to hear the last. Before getting to know that he had to endure not so pleasant information.

Harrington was a favorite of your family, your mother was very happy about your date with him and he was some sort of hero in your brother’s eyes. It was a super weird detail that caught the informant’s attention: the little nerd was best friends with him. He barely saw him at your house because he was taking part in Steve's preparations and that alone was an indicator of how close they were. When asked about your date’s reaction to you, Eddie’s not so subtle way to beg Gareth to let him know if the jock was into you, he had to do his best to share the information from an objective point that wouldn’t lead to a total disaster. The dude was jaw dropping with you, but there was an implied confirmation about how you were convinced that the situation was a fake date.

Not like that alone could stop Eddie from freaking out, but it was meant to be his own Phial of Galadriel: a bit of light among all the darkness. The jock fallen from grace was probably into you, but you got there for the sake of friendship. The previous desperation only grew, he needed to see you and he wasn’t willing to wait anymore. He simply couldn’t, or he would go insane.

Staying impassive until an approximated hour in which you could be back home was already painful, he wouldn’t hold on for an entire day. The nerves were making him smoke like crazy, only releasing activity he was allowing himself for the moment because getting high or drunk wasn’t an option if he wanted to see you later that night. Not caring for anything else, he was ready to sneak inside your bedroom just to see you. He really needed you to bring him calm.

He made it until way past midnight, only to find out he was arriving at your house almost at the same time you did. What the hell was that dude doing with you, for you to get home that late? Rushed thoughts made him think for the worse.. What if that asshole drove you to some calm, isolated spot to get the favorite post prom night tradition?

Was that what he wanted with you? Could he have popped your cherry on the backseat of his car? Eddie regretted that thought immediately, it was you who that was talking about. Sex on the first date was so not your style, starting by the fact that you never dated before. Maybe that very stretched conclusion was just a mean spirited projection of his touch starved self wanting you, another consequence of his infatuation.

While giving you time to arrive calmly, he began to search for the best way to sneak inside after you. He had to improvise and the backdoor was the easier way in, your room wasn’t actually that hard to find from there. Lights were on and the door was open, it had to be yours.

From a quick peek, he noticed some makeup on top of the desk and some clothes here and there that looked like they could be yours. The walls were full of posters, too many rock celebs to pay attention to each, and some horror ones. It surprised him to notice there wasn’t yet a Nightmare on Elm Street poster somewhere there, a mental note he was pointing to get you one because he knew you loved that movie.

Hearing you arrive through the noise of your high heels was the confirmation he needed to know he was in the right place, for what he did the best to stay cool.

“ Hi, sweetheart! You should really check that backdoor. Does your brother sneak out a lot or are you the naughty one?.”

No audible answer, but you seemed more amazed than weirded by him. Smiling innocently for you, Eddie was trying to dissimulate his own amazement.

There you were, finally in front of him and looking as beautiful as you did for your date. Your cute, clueless face contrasted with the makeup style: dark tones in your eyes and a shade of red on your tempting lips. ‘Is Gareth a mind reader or am I that much predictable?’, he thought while observing that. Your hair was mostly loose in its natural form, showing you fulfilled the promise of not straightening it. There were two beautifully crafted braids lost among your curls, decorated with little tokens. It was a small fantasy detail to a formal look that was yet a perfect marriage of metal and horror.

“ … Look at you, honoring us all while looking so damn gorgeous. “ He praised you as he kept his contemplative examination. A necklace guided his view in the right direction. The red dress was perfect for you. It followed the shape of your body in a way he hadn't seen before and he really appreciated the extra effort you put on the cleavage. Not like that casual comment you made to him about your plans had ever left his mind, he would consider it a mission accomplished on your part.

He was proud of your shown bravery and so into it all at once.

“ You are a hot babe.. You know that? It’s like if you were born for that look, too metal for jock hell. I bet you terrorized a lot of populars.”

The compliments made you giggle and he felt about to faint just because he caused that, there was some real surprise in your reaction and he loved it. Eddie was venturing to conclude that your date wasn’t praising you like that. He should have picked a different phrase, but that was the best description his dizzy brain could come up with and he was glad to see you liked it.

The little bit of cheekiness left on him found some encouragement.

“ Are you up for an after-after- party? Just you and me, of course.”

You were still all smiles, trying to come up with a reply but under the certainty that it was going to be affirmative. How were you supposed to say no to him? He just sneaked inside your house in the middle of the night to make sure you were alright instead of waiting for news like the rest of Hellfire. Once again, no other friend would be doing something like that, even calling at that hour would be out of the question.

“ I missed you.” You sweetly confessed, unaware of how much those words meant to him at that moment. “ It would have been awesome to have you around, if you would have wanted to come with Gareth. My family isn’t from Hawkins, we moved here a few years ago so you don’t have to fear prejudices. I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide to be my friend, I’m proud of you and of what we have, I can’t wait for them to meet you.”

That was the explanation you found: you thought he was afraid of showing up earlier because of your family and not due to being jealous to the core over the fact that you were dating another guy. Eddie couldn’t fight his own helplessness as you were trying to reassure him in complete unawareness. Despite that wasn’t the main reason, the words did have an effect on him. You made him feel missed, loved, needed as this super important part of your life.

After what he got to know, that was a great reassurement for completely different reasons. Exactly what he was craving to hear, even when you had no idea of why. Harrington could be a favorite choice of your family, but he himself could be your favorite.

“ I preferred to come over later because I wanted to have you all for myself. “ He answered to calm your assumptions in a quick tease.`` It’s not like I don’t want to be around other people, but sometimes everyone else is too noisy and I just want to be with you. Do you get that feeling too?”

That was a desperate ‘ Do you feel the same?’ hidden in ambiguous language, yet you wouldn’t dare to decodify it correctly.

“ Yeah, I do. I mean, it’s totally understandable to get like that.. at least for me. You mean a lot to me, Eds. I know it may sound weird to you because we don’t have a friendship of years like the ones you have with the guys.”

You were shying away from your own phrase and he frantically tried to make you keep going.

“ Don’t you dare to think I feel any less for you just because you are newer. You are my best girl and you are here with me now, that’s all I need to care about. It doesn't matter how long it took you to get there ”

As you listened you were trying to dissimulate the bright excitement by dropping somewhere there all the stuff you brought with you from the bathroom when you thought you were all alone and about to remove your makeup to later change clothes. It wasn't like you didn't want to let your friend know how much his appreciation meant to you, but you were terrified of him reading the crush in you.

Right after you did that, you closed the door behind you.

" Mind if I lock it? My brother is sleeping, but we never know when that could change and he doesn't knock every single time he comes in."

" Spoiled boy that knows he is able to come to you at any hour. " Eddie mocked himself through your explanation. " It's fine, I wouldn't want him to see me as the weirdo that got inside his sister's bedroom right after her date with the hero. "

His jealousy was talking for him again. It was subtle, but it slipped out like some verbal vomit.

" Dustin is going to love you, I can feel it because we know each other better than anyone in the whole world. " You corrected him. " If you are important to me, then you will become important to him. That's basically how Steve became my friend: my brother loves him and that helped us bond. "

Eddie was craving for you to end the sentence with the counterexample just to hear you say that you loved him. Even if in that context it wouldn't mean what he wanted.

" You don't need to worry. I am absolutely sure he will get there by himself and if he doesn't count on me making him love you. If there is something we both are really good at, it is preaching love. "

A literal blessing, either contextualized or decontextualized.

" But it is true that a good introduction will make things way quicker. He can't find you here now, it would be a bad start. He may be little but that doesn't mean he isn't protective and he would get a wrong idea."

Or maybe a very right idea, he thought. The kid would be seeing a dumbass who wanted to be with his sister in every conception of that phrase. An idiot in love, a guiltful thirsty weirdo.. all of that wrapped inside the dude that she would keep introducing as her friend.

" How was the night with Mr Harrington, by the way? Did he give proof of his chivalrous fame?"

The expression made you chuckle.

" It was great, we had a lot of fun. Taking your friend on a sort of publicly expected date may be a loser thing, but it is such a chill experience. You don't have to impress anyone, there is no pressure to make the other person like you. We were unhinged fools together and nothing mattered. It was so funny that we were tecnically considered to be dating even if we were just doing dumb shit."

You didn't tell him about the kiss, there was no point in speaking about that. Why would he want to know? He probably didn't care, Johnnatan didn't describe to you his first kisses with Nancy. Not like Steve and you were like them, but the point was still valid.

It was something that should stay between the two of you, friends who kissed once under certain contextual circumstances. Just like it stayed between you and Eddie at that time when he taught you how to kiss after you confessed to him you were a kissless loser.

" What kind of dumb shit? I want the details. " He insisted. The description fitted with the telling of his spy, but he needed to know more. "One of us doesn't venture in that cursed institution everyday, even less as the date of some athlete. We need to organize the tale we are gonna share among our people."

You sat on the bed to take off your heels and he couldn't help following you with his glance, immediately regretting doing so.

" Do you want to be my bard? "

The ask you delivered was said while you were struggling with the footwear. The long skirt of your dress was complicating your access to the opening-secure adjusting mechanism, which made the compromised leg get more exposed in the fight.

Eddie didn't let you finish it alone, dropping on his knees in front of you to offer his assistance.

" Mind if I help, princess?"

It was a sweet act of service that he really meant to play out cute. The part of him that was a respectful, well intentioned and semi functional perv having the hots for you reacted to the visual, but lust wasn't necessarily his drive for it.

The enamored bard wanted to play being a prince.

" You got hooked on that Cinderella joke, didn't you?" You teased him as a way to hide how soft the situation made you feel because he looked so sweet. " I could use a hand, that would be very nice of you. "

Carefully and delicately, he helped you to get off the footwear during a moment of absolute tenderness. Fortunately for you, he was too focused on it to see you melting. Literal weakness on your part ,a mix of factors was making it very hard for you to dissimulate.

It was his cute expression of concentration, the subtleness of his touch and the fairytale romantical implications of the position. Perhaps you were too influenced by Steve, his words during your slow dance and the wonderful things he introduced you to on that very same night. Stomach ache inducing sweet traditional romance, it got to your head and you were seeing things. Your friend/date left you drunk of it and Eddie was dealing with the beginning of a hangover. You felt sorry for him and the dumb hopefull bitch he would have to stand. At least you had a nice story about Chrissy to tell as payment.

It couldn't be, but it felt almost as if he would be indulging you on exactly what you wanted. What Steve made you want, hard to envision outside of the dreamy context in which he gave it away for you to try. You could be dreaming only of him, at least for that night, yet there was Eddie accidentally feeding on your pointless obsession once more.. Almost as if he refused to be downgraded on your list of fixations.

His classical cute grin acted like a happy and wordless 'done!' just as he finished helping you out. You wanted so badly to kiss him, but you weren't going to try. No more screw ups, you couldn't be kissing two friends on the same night.

The solution you went for was a middle path one, proper of a friend. A chaste peck on the forehead given with your thanks leaving a lipstick stain that you actually found a bit funny to the sight. He laughed with you, but only to stop himself from falling apart.

The hunger for your affection made him love it, yet he couldn't help feeling frustrated. Eddie could swear that his wishfulness made him doubt you could be going for his mouth. His líps parted to welcome yours when you approached, feeling self deceived when the kiss landed on his forehead.

" I'm sorry, Eds. Let me clean you up. " He heard you apologizing.

As if he wouldn't wish you could be staining his líps, neck, and anywhere you wanted with as many kisses as he could get from you... Only if you would want him.

" No problem, dollface. Go ahead, but I want to see it first. I bet it is super cute."

As he was checking himself on the nearest mirror you picked the stuff you brought to clean your own face before you got to know you were having visits. Over the course of that very brief distraction, before you could get to face him again, Eddie found his way to be all over you once more. Arms wrapped around your waist in a hug from behind, he didn't have more excuses than his simple will to be close to you.

More of your cute giggling celebrated his mischief, he couldn't get enough of it. There was nothing he loved more than surprising you with one of those hugs and he awaited his best chance for one.

With no needed justification, he still delivered a goofy joke to simulate one.

" Very nice fabric, your dress feels as good as it looks."

The comment worked as an instant reminder for you to speak of the main aspect you thought he would like to hear about your night.

" Thanks! I told Chrissy Cunnhigam that it was made in the same material as the Devil's cape. Not only did she like the dress, she also thinks I'm very funny. "

His initial reaction was nothing like you thought. You were expecting to get bombarded with questions about her, but that didn't play out exactly like that.

" Was she laughing with you or of you? She doesn't seem to follow her boyfriend's crap, but I gotta ask anyways. "

The ask was about you, not her.

" Laughing with me, until Jason emerged from Crystal Lake to screw things up. " You cheerfully confirmed for him. " Before you panic, Steve helped me to deal with him as a sidekick on my horror comedy routine and we were hilarious. I'm pretty sure Carver was about to call an exorcist by the end."

Eddie was proud and jealous on equal amounts.

" Fuck, i would have loved to see that! " He lamented in a curse that was hiding some real regret. What he truly meant to say was ' that should have been me'.

That still could be him, even if he would need to struggle with his academic failure for it.

" Get ready sweetheart, next year will be ours. I will graduate with you. No matter what, I will... and you are coming with me to that shitfest of douchebags. "

His ultimate excitement while speaking made you feel so happy just thinking about it.

" Would you want to see the witch?"

" I will prepare my own character to be her perfect match and you are going to help me pick the horror species for it. I already have a few ideas in mind. It could be a dark wizard, a demon... Maybe a vampire? "

With his words as only warning, Eddie proceded to playfully bite your neck and the piece of wet cotton you got ready to clean him up fell off your hands. He was just messing with you, a vampiric mimic, but it made you shiver from how intimate it felt.

" Eddie!" You whispered as a playful callout, but that only made him answer with more bites followed by an equal amount of pecks on the affected spot.

" Would you tell me the full story? I will let you clean me up. " He innocently offered afterwards, referring to your encounter with Carver. "I can do the same for you, undoing Gareth's work because I skipped the making process seems fair to me. "

Biting and light kissing your neck was his own middle ground solution, one he took without thinking. He was joking about vampires with your exposed neck so close and you were used to his jokes, always comfortable with him even when those reached physical territory. It wouldn't be surprising in that context, or at least he thought so.

The rest of your tale advanced again focused on Chrissy. You were trying to concentrate on that to stop yourself from making things weirder. Taking an eternity to clean a simple kiss stain because you would be staring at his face could be the worst you could do.

The girl you assumed was your friend's crush, the incredibly sweet cheerleader. You began the anecdote speaking of how she complimented your dress when approaching to salute Steve, only for you to end up making a Carrie reference that she miraculously understood.

Your words were almost like a virtue pitch. It was all about how awesome she was to you, how comfortable she made you feel, how sorry you felt because she could be doing so much better than standing her shitty jock boyfriend. You were trully convinced of Chrissy's niceness and maybe it was time for you to stop being so fucking selfish. She deserved better and Eddie deserved her. if you could just hear it from him, you would cut the crap and act like a real good friend should.

Nothing but teasing for you, his best girl making a cheerleader friend. Exaggerated jokes, you only talked once, but he was all happy for you anyways and you were so confused. It wasn't what you intended, you wanted to bring him hopes regarding her. His friend made baby steps into proving his crush that the Hellfire freaks were less like the Manson family and more like the Addams, that he wasn't a scary guy.

He loved to hear the details of the elaborate story you invented to make people laugh, getting really into how you made the craziness escalate in front of Jason. That included descriptions of Steve's amazing performance joining your nonsense. Eddie's favorite part about it was when you presented him as a babysitter jock in zombie state commanded to protect your brother from bullies.

From all the other anecdotes about the night you could have told, your personal favorite was the little opening crusade against your bullies. Eyes closed, as your friend was cleaning the make up off them, you got to ramble about the reactions of Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan to your entrance with Steve.

" They were like Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan, waiting for us to show up just to put the buckets of pig's blood in position.... but I didn't give them their Carrie. I was like a less sexy and slightly pissed off Elvira spreading self aware irony and ruining their jokes. "

" That's wonderful, I bet they didn't see it coming." He praised you. " If I am impressed, I can't imagine how shocked they must have been. We are talking of hateful persons used to seeing you making yourself smaller."

" I wish you could have seen me handling Hargrove. " You proudly continued. " The guy is obsessed with proving the world that he is better than Steve, part of his enjoyment of the moment was supposed to be about bothering him and his loser date could have been a great point to start. He tried, but we spat in his hate parade."

Eddie let you know that you could open your eyes and the first thing you saw was his prideful smile indicating you to carry on.

" I felt a bit like Bilbo Baggings standing in front of Smaug, so I decided that was gonna be my way to go against Billy. I made him believe I was flattering him while the King whose throne he usurped was who brought me there. The real fun started once he fell for the trick."

Your listener was full of excitement and he contributed to the storytelling with some funny guesses.

" I salute your imponent, magnificent presence, King Billy of California. You who are our cruelest ruler: your beer breath is like poison, your fists are hot iron, you can rock us like a hurricane."

You almost forgot to watch over your laughing volume. Eddie made a perfect adaptation of the egomaniac self description Smaug gave to Bilbo in The Hobbit applied to Billy, then twisted it to be imagined as your fake praise speech.

" I can't believe you found a way of incluiding the 'my wings are a hurracaine' line. See? Things like this are exactly why I am sure my brother is going to love you... You are a freaking genius. My speech was less Tolkien, but that was the spirit. "

" Did Hargrove end up showing you his dragon belly?" Eddie quickly replicated, following the joke. " I bet he liked to hear you praising him with the rightful King witnessing his burglar's betrayal. That should have made his stupid ego show some weakness."

" Sure he liked it, Steve told me later that it was very hard for him not to laugh seeing Billy so full of himself. He wasn't sure of what I was doing, but he guessed that laughing was gonna ruin it. "

Pausing for an instant, you actually hesitated on continuing. You had a very funny thing to tell that could answer his question, but it wasn't a detail you knew for sure that really happened.

" You know... There was this little something that may count as the Billy Hargrove way of showing the dragon belly to me. The problem is that I didn't make that observation, Steve did and he may be an unreliable narrator. He was angry, worried, he wanted to protect me... I'm pretty sure he was freaking out inside and that made him exaggerate, see something that wasn't there."

The nervous attenuations you were making made Eddie very curious. You were very confident over the course of the tale, that sudden change was a weird sign.

" Finnaly a fucking flaw! What was it? " He asked you, the jealousy making him a bit more excited of what he should have been.

" Well, after the party we kept talking for hours and at some point as we were revisiting our victory Steve told me this really crazy thing he thinks he saw. He said it was casual, nothing to worry about, but it bothered him anyways. "

One last pause helped you come up with the words you needed.

" I was too busy looking at every front of battle while doing my thing, Steve was watching the whole thing happening because I asked him for space to let me do it. That was our deal: I didn't want a hero, he could join the fun but not try to defend me as a savior. " You added some context. " In his position of watcher he thought he saw Billy forgetting where my face was for a moment while I was flattering him. "

You laughed because the whole thing seemed unrealistically funny, but your friend wasn't following it.

" C'mon, it's hilarious! He totally got it wrong." You insisted. " We are talking of the dude who spent the last part of the semester making sexist jokes to Steve about how the only thing he could want with me should be getting pussy and that's pathetic because I am unfuckable. Why would he be checking on my boobs?"

Eddie felt so teased by destiny, so cursed by a God that enjoyed to inflict ironical tortures on him.

" Turns out the dragon's weak spot was indeed on the chest after all. " Was the only thing he could cleanly deliver.

He had no idea of how to explain you that, even while that asshole hated you, it was fucking obvious he could want to look. The visual was brand new as your dress and, while subtle, freaking hot. The ego boost you gave him probably made him unapologetic about making it be his intimidation strategy, feeling like he didn't have to watch out from doing it because he was above everyone and wouldn't be questioned.

In some way, that bully acted exactly like Smaug. He took a fool risk doing something stupid because you tempted him into it through sweet talking.

"... It doesn't seem as unrealistic to me. I hate to agree with Harrington, but that wouldn't surprise me coming from Hargrove. Vince Neil would look at any tits on his gaze range, it's the philosophy of Motley Crue."

" Yeah, when away from cameras. In public they gotta pretend they are picky to keep their brand."

He adored you even when you were frustrating him to the core. You were so innocent, it was so hard to make you see the point and he had to stop himself from throwing a comment that could be too filthy. He had a shit ton in mind, that was for sure, and he felt horrible about that.

" It's an intimidation tactic, sweetheart. It's about power, not flirting or wanting you. It gives Billy control over the situation. In that way he gets your date angry and he can possibly get you scared while he knows you both are gonna do nothing about it."

Like Smaug threatening Bilbo?"

" Sort of, yeah.. only involving a very interesting visual." He playfully concluded." Have bullies never used that tactic with you before?"

You nodded negatively and to him that was the cutest thing.

" Well, well. I have great news for you: it means you are pretty."

" I would have preferred him to drive like he is about to run me over with his car as Max told me he did when trying to scare the boys."

" You were the one who picked the Mistress of the Dark as inspiration. We know it was about comedy, not her sexy thing, but you shouldn't shy away from the possibility that you could have paid her a great tribute. Elvira would be proud of you."

That seemed to make you feel a bit better.

" That was for myself, I didn't want to make guys look. I was simply gathering the courage in my chest to face my enemies. " You completed him with a punchline. " Certainly, I didn't think one of them could look and I still don't buy it. Can a dress tighter than my usual wearing and a good fitting bra make that much difference?"

" Can confirm, those can." Eddie spat without thinking, mentally cursing himself afterwards. " Not to me, I mean, to those jerks. "

His softer side was returning. He was all love for you, temporarily overcoming his guilt over the naughty thoughts only helped him to show it.

" I think you are beautiful all the time, not just when you try harder and you certainly didn't start being cute when you began dressing like one of us as you always wanted. I wish we would have bonded earlier, maybe if Johnnatan wouldn't have been afraid of taking you with him when passing by to buy weed from me. Hell, I could even have smoked with you a few times. "

You smiled and proceeded to follow that deviation of topic to pretend you were unaffected.

" We are still on time for that. I don't intend to force all my friends to befriend each other, but I would love to see my two best friends getting along. "

From your viewpoint, that answer was about dissimulating your fear of being misinterpreting him into hearing what you wanted him to say. For him, it sounded like an indirect confirmation of the rejectment he assumed.

Trying not to look hurt, he kept listening and you managed to surprise him once more.

" I can never end to thank you for all the wonderful details you have with me, like this right now... It hits differently when it comes from you, I can't explain why. When other friends say or do nice things, like Gareth and Johnny did earlier tonight.They were really sweet, but I felt like I was missing something because I didn't have you. I don't know how you do it, but the love I give you never feels enough to return all the good yours makes me feel."

That was an ambiguous statement, but he accepted that vagueness of phrasing as a little ray of hope. He wouldn't try to pursue it, but it would keep him dreaming.

" What was all of that about? Are you thinking of compensating me after the awful night I spent worrying about your fate as the prom date of your friend, the self-claimed reformed bully? "

Your answer was clinging to him in a hug. A really tight one, you were squeezing with excitement and he felt like he could have died in your arms.

Nothing would have prepared him for what you were about to say.

" Cuddles, let's tuck into bed together. I just need to change my clothes and you have to take your shoes off. "

Eddie was wondering if that was a sweet reward or you were actively seeking to kill him. There was no way for him to survive that unaffected, in any sense.

" Sweetheart, you really don't need to worry about this debt of affection you think we have. I do and say all of that because I love you. "

The platonical implications of the sentence allowed him to release some of the pressure in his chest.

" I love you too and I'm just trying to show it. Let it be loving Eddie time for once."

The offer was made and he was hungry for your love. Whatever you would choose to give him, he was going to take it.

Heart melting feelings kept him distracted, lovely romantic excitement that was followed by some unexpected panic. You said that you wanted to change clothes, but you didn't seem to be going anywhere else to do it and he couldn't leave the room under the risk of being discovered by your family.

" Right now I'm feeling lazy to come up with excuses if someone catches me for a bathroom emergency so I have no other option." You commented, seeking to soften the impact with a joke later. " The following show includes extremely disturbing images, we recommend discretion to the viewer. I'm talking of traumatizing gross shit, graphic nightmares that may haunt you. It's up to your choice, of course, but the network makes me explain the rate. If you think you have the stomach to stand this cheap garbage made for shock value, that's on you."

It was your own version of an Elvira impersonation. You were making fun of what was about to come, introducing the inevitable awkward situation with comedy.

" Turn back if you don't want to see my bare ass."

Eddie could feel the air leaving his lungs to the warning.

" Wait, wait, wait.." He was barely able to speak, begging his brain to come up with something that could help him stop you from accidentally causing a disaster. " Ain't that gonna be super uncomfortable to you? What happened to my shy girl?"

" I learned to change in car rides when going to your shows. " You simply explained. " It's the only way Johnnatan and I found so neither my mom or Joyce would figure out where we are going."

What you were saying made total sense, but it never occurred to him. There were no words on his part, he was processing the new information.

" It's all messy because I have to do it in a rush. Sometimes the hurry doesn't collaborate, so at those moments Johnnatan has to become my collaborator. We have some hysterically hilarious stories, there is one so terrible that we even named it. ' The Fishnet Emergency', one of the most embarrassing things that ever happened to me."

The telling of that story bought him some time, although it wasn't one that could help him calm down. The start was a reminder of that time you showed up to a gig wearing a jean skirt and fishnets. You were describing a dressing problem that didn't get reflected in the final result he saw. Changing in a reduced space and hurrying more than necessary resulted in the fishnets getting stuck halfway and you crying out for the help of the only person available. Clueless Johnnatan Byers freaked out as much as you did, which resulted in a chaotic scene of you two joining forces to pull the thing up through your body.

Thinking of all the touching involved made Eddie feel jealous yet thankful that didn't happen to you with him. Johnnatan wasn't into you, he didn't care about touching your thights and ass like he would have. Knowing himself and how weak he was for you, Eddie was sure he would have got a boner just by hearing you begging for his help. He would have wanted Earth to swallow him before you could have discovered it, hating himself while feeling like a disgusting pig that didn't deserve your friendship.

To make things worse, your ending was a lovely demonstration of your trust on him.

" By now you must know the rumors, but you also know Johnnatan is still my friend. He is really not a perv, just a hormonal dumbass who wasn't at the ríght place when he made a very wrong choice he deeply regrets. Yet, if I trust him despite knowing he once took spicy pictures of his crush without her consent, what is very creepy when saying it out loud ... Why wouldn't I trust you enough to do the same shit i do in front of him? "

One thing was for sure: he would never let the sexual aspects of his crush on you get that far. For Eddie it was all mental, just him burning for you in his little personal Hell. He would never escalate into a territory of blurry or non-existent consent.

What he found out through you made him feel a bit relieved, you were a literal angel because you were so forgiving of needy freaks. It made him wonder if you would be as understanding if you could peek inside his mind and see some of his thoughts about you.

He turned back, determined to prove himself better than your dear weirdo bestie. The feelings of his heart mattered more than the sensations in his crotch, even if there was a connection between both. Your love and trust were more important and your motive was a cute one. You were about to get undressed right there, but it was because you wanted to get all comfy for cuddles in bed. You wanted to give him sweet things and he wasn't going to screw things up. He was drooling to watch, desperate at the mere idea of getting a little peek of your underwear, but he wasn't going to indulge himself on that.

Instead, he observed the walls of your bedroom like if those were the most fascinating thing in the world. Most of the band centric posters were of metal groups, but there was a mix of subgenres on the individual ones. Pictures of specific band members, not just full band photos or album cover art. In front of him there was a goldmine of information about your taste in guys. The individual posters were probably your past and current rockstar crushes, your poster men.

Eddie wanted so hard not to get hopeful, but there were many guitarists. Three names were on a destacated position, placed on a central spot one next to the other like some holy trinity. On the left extreme, Angus Young in an early era of AC/DC. On the right extreme, Kirk Hammett from Metallica.

In the center, getting the biggest image and a clearly strategic ubication...

" Eddie Van Halen. " He said out loud, what felt once more like another mock of fate. " Why did you put him there? It feels to me that you wanted to be able to stare at him while laying in your bed. "

The ask had a slight undertone of tease to which you didn't reply immediately.

" Do you have a thing for him?" He insisted. " I promise I'm not gonna get jealous if you tell me I am not the only Eddie in your life. I can stand it because he is a badass. The Eruption solo slays, I can't compete with that."

The ask got you flustered. Not only because he was right, but also due to him being the one pointing it out. Believing him almost as far from you as that rock Idol on a poster, your real life Eddie got you more ashamed with that question than what you could feel while sliding off your dress.

" I have heard enough from guys complaining about girls for that. They think we aren't there for the music because we just want to drool over band members. " Was your vague reply. " I don't want to reinforce a harmful stereotype, it would be humiliating.``

Curious way to define humiliation, he thought, then remembered how important his opinion was for you. As important as your found sense of belonging on Hellfire, that you wouldn't want to lose over fangirl behavior.

" You ain't gonna lose my respect for a question I made you. I'm curious, that's why I dropped it. "

Being fully honest with himself, part of him wanted to hear you fangirling to close his eyes and imagine you were talking about him with some other friend. To hear you attach his name into want driven sentences, into lovely crush induced stuff.

A great coincidence presented him with more material to dream you could be his.

The inviting words relaxed you into talking, but he didn’t know of your inner tensions. The ramble about one Eddie became an outlet to express your love for the other.

“ I’m crazy for him. As a guitar player he blows my mind, he is so fucking cute and when he plays that charm all goofy I want to die. He has those beautiful brown eyes and that adorable grin that makes me want to kiss him every time I see him. Eddie just has to smile and I am done. My mind could be screaming at me to stop yet I will become an useless idiot drooling over him.”

The real Eddie understood what you meant better than you imagined. He had a foolish smile because he was feeling so good listening to you talk while imagining it was all about him. It actually was, you were thinking of him, but he didn’t know that. The description of the Van Halen guitarist matched him so well that you were expressing yourself freely but he wouldn’t notice. You took that chance to tell him a few things you wanted but wouldn’t say directly, although you obviously couldn’t see his reactions.

The indulgence of illusion brought him happiness and he got bored of staying still so began to pace around your room. Always careful of not watching you, Eddie was curiously checking on your things in hopes of finding new clues.

Your own panic stopped him when he got to your wardrobe, freaking out to the cracking sound of one of the doors.

“ DON’T OPEN THAT!!”

The hysterical reaction made his curiosity peak. What were you putting there, besides clothes?

“ It’s just a wardrobe, princess. What’s the deal with it?”

Apparently, the Cinderella jokes crystallized in a new sweet pet name for his list.

“ There is stuff there that is not meant to be seen.”

He hated that the first thing that description made him think of was porn. It couldn’t be, you wouldn’t have that, although that poster pinned up in that position did make him wonder things. Maybe it wasn’t only for romantic contemplation. What if you were touching yourself to it? Was that why you needed a good angle to look at Eddie while laying in your bed? He took a deep breath, trying to suppress that thought. Avoiding a boner was an important goal and thinking of you moaning his name wouldn’t help.

“ I promise you: there is nothing, absolutely nothing you could be hiding that I would find embarrassing.”

The answer he got wasn’t of great help as well.

“ Not this time, Eds. I know you will not look at me the same way if you see that.”

The worry in your voice made him feel so soft for you, so weak. Poor shy baby, if you could know of the shit he kept hidden you wouldn’t feel ashamed of yourself like that.

“ I call that bullshit: you can’t lose my respect. No way, never, and I am gonna prove it to you.”

Eddie opened the wardrobe to a teaseful countdown of three. You were so desperate to stop him that you put on the first shirt you saw and rushed towards him, but you got there late.

There was nothing out of the ordinary inside, so he didn’t understand the fuzz at first, but he did feel you firmly grabbing his shoulder as a subtle call for his attention. Precisely then, he saw the inner side of the wardrobe's door and there it was. The secret you were trying to hide at all costs were three page size posters of Jon Bon Jovi.

Sweet, innocent angel… How could he have doubted you? It felt so wrong to think he suspected you could have erotic material, then finding Bon Jovi and his dumb smile of pop poster boy.

“.. Please, don’t tell the rest.” Your begs sounded like sweet cries for help. “ If Hellfire gets to know about it… Look, I know Bon Jovi is cheesy pop with electric guitars. I don’t need to be mocked to notice it.”

“ Was this what you were so worried about?” He asked in a tranquilizing tone. “ Fuck, you are so adorable.”

He couldn’t see you, but the sound of cute nervous giggling made him get an approximate idea of your reaction.

“ Are you afraid people will find out that you like this dumbass? It’s no big deal, I will keep your secret. “ Among the comforting speech, he had to drop the question. “Do you mind explaining why you like him? No judgment, it’s just that this guy doesn’t seem your type. What is this plastic pretty boy lead singer doing here? Your room is full of badass guitar players. “

Eddie turned back to finally face you and he was so not ready for what he found. You were blushing, still recovering from the embarrassment, while wearing only a white shirt covering your underwear. In the rush to stop him you must have thought that the printed stamp would be enough to dissimulate the red of your bra, but it didn’t. It also wasn’t big enough to completely cover your panties. That’s how he got to know that on that shopping getaway you commented with him once you didn’t get just that new bra. Some saleswoman must had convinced you of getting the full set.

Red lace panties, jesus fucking christ. He had to look somewhere else or get the hell away from there.

Meanwhile, your blissful unawareness and those nerves about an absolutely meaningless issue got you talky.

“ Jon Bon Jovi is a marketing wonder. Yeah, he is fake and Bon Jovi’s music as a band is generic… So what? I can’t care less if truly doesn’t do drugs or if he is high all day when we aren’t looking, if he is a dick in real life or not. He sells a fantasy and I am buying it. It makes sense, because you literally can’t understand that band without the femenine perspective. Think, for example, in their first hit single. Runaway is a sympathetic, slightly lovey dovey song about a prostitute. This girl could be the chick Motley Crue just banged, she could be the girl in tons of mainstream rock songs. Do you know what changes? It’s made for girls, not just about girls. Bon Jovi made a wonderful discovery: girls who love the sound of electric guitars also can fall in love. “

He listened to you without interrupting. Not only because the passion you were putting on the justification was impressive, but also because he was trying to calm down and get ready to see you again without collapsing.

“ She Don’t Know Me, another of the first video clips, is just about Jon walking down the streets and being ignored by this woman he sings to. The pretty boy lead singer is not just a description, it is a concept imported from pop that works on him while the current paradigm is still indisputably ruled by the slut lead singer. David Lee Roth, for example: blond, hairy torso, shakes his hips like a goddamn bellydancer. That’s what I’m thinking of to define that archetype. What is Bon Jovi’s version of that? Jon looking at the camera like a sad puppy while shirtless also showing off all that freaking chest hair. It shouldn’t work, but it does because it is not just about exposing skin to look hot. It’s about feelings, he is showing vulnerability.”

At that point you weren’t just defending yourself and your secret enjoyment of a questionable band. You were thinking about Steve, on how you tried to make him understand that you weren’t the kind of girl meant for all the cute shit and he dragged into it anyways. He told you that you deserved those, making you feel that you didn’t have to be like Nancy or Chrissy to want it. He saw you at your freakiest freak state, prom dress resembling a witch and throwing Elvira style of horror comedy at anyone, yet he still thought you deserved the lovely shit guys sometimes show to normal girls.

Even if you two just played for a night, you were like the girl on a Bon Jovi video clip for once and it felt wonderful. Steve encouraged you a bit into accepting you could want rosy sweetness, that you were allowed to like it despite being who you were. A weird girl into dark things can like some pink: you weren’t any less metal for that. Just as you weren’t less capable of dreaming with love for being a bit macabre.

“. I like him because cliche romance feels nice.“ You followed and closed your point, fearing you could be extending it for too long. “ Is it girly shit guys would tease me for? Yes, but I like to have that. I like heavy, I like hard rock, but sometimes I also like to hear the pretty boy next door sing cute pop songs about how he wants to be with me and I want those to have a powerful guitar too. "

" Is Eddie the point of balance where all your needs meet? " He finally spoke, following your conclusion still into his illusion. '' You said that you think he is cute, but his insanely powerful guitar is the coolest part of Van Halen. "

" I have an obsession with him that I really need to get checked. '' Was your honest comeback, a reflection of how wrong you felt for having romantic feelings for your friend.

After finding a pair of baggy pajama pants in the open wardrobe and sliding in those you sat on the bed calling for him.

" Are you gonna come to bed? I think we still have time to talk about your crushes."

Eddie looked at you and the cute scenario that was presented to him made him feel slightly safer about keeping his situation in control. Your waiting was adorable and he really didn't want to disappoint.

" I think I prefer to keep hearing more on your marketing research."

He sat next to you, refusing your offer of returning the shoe gesture and doing it by himself.

The night you were having wasn't the one he expected when freaking out alone in his trailer. He came to you for reassurance on his hopeless cause, ready to settle with a few tranquilizing words that would make him think you weren't going to start dating someone else for real. However, what he got turned out to be far more than that. You pampered every aspect of infatuation with you and you did it in complete unawareness. The answers he came searching for weren't clear, but he couldn't care less at that point.

You dated Steve that night, but you were all his after midnight and nothing or no one was taking that away from him. Even when he knew you didn't mean that, cuddling underneath your blankets was boyfriend treatment for him coming from you. Shutting his brain down for an instant, he was perfectly capable of imagining that.

" Loving Eddie time begins. " He heard you declare while wrapped around your arms, what made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world even if he was just your friend.

" Isn't that everyday for you as an Eddie fan?” He was referring to your rockstar crush of the same name. " I really need to ask: how do you distinguish us? Do you call him Eddie and when you speak of me you use other nicknames? Something like: he is Eddie and I am Eds or Ed? "

The goofy remark had its answer, but he didn't expect it to be that sweet. He imagined you would come up with something cute, only not that much.

" He is Eddie and you are my Eddie, that's how I solved it. If you aren't on that wall yet, that's only because i have to wait until magazines will catch up on printing posters of you. "

Why were you doing that to him? How was it possible to feel so in love? You were absolutely fucking ríght: he was your Eddie because he was completely under your spell. Yours for you to take and ready to wait for that miracle even if his cynicism would tell him to give up.

" Are you trying to flatter me like I was some lazy asshole dragon laying on a stolen treasure? That's too big for me, I don't belong among those three heroes. "

" You are all of them in one guy. " You sweetly rushed to reply. " You have the chaotic energy of Angus, the kickass metal sound of Kirk and you are a cute badass like Eddie."

He was blushing, you made him blush like he hasn't in years. How was he supposed to answer that, other than kissing you and confessing his feelings to never let you go?

" Girl, you are amazing at spreading love. Maybe if the freak disease wouldn't have touched you as a kid, you could have been a cheerleader. '' Eddie commented, hiding himself in a joke as usual. " That was the greatest act of cheer I ever got, thank you. In fact... Can you love me a little less? My heart can't take it, i'm going to have a stroke."

" That's just a bit of how special you make me feel when you say all those nice things about me."

The subtle confession made him feel really happy.

" Princess, are you for real? Do you feel this good when I say you are pretty, or very creative, or super funny? That you are, actually. I never lie."

You nodded affirmatively with a sweet smile full of adoration.

“ Do you really want my picture on your wall, or you just said it to make me understand you?”

“ It could be a nice bonding activity to do with Johnny. “ You mischievously commented. “ I would even save money to pay him for an actual photo session with the whole band so you all can feel like rockstars, even if it is just for a while. I would give all the pictures to the club, so you guys can put those wherever you want. I just want to keep one of you for the wall.”

You had no idea that you were actually about to become his new poster girl, a polaroid picture of you was almost his and it was going to get pinned up somewhere on his trailer. Very close to his bed, so he could watch you anytime he wanted.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #sweet!eddie #perv!eddie #tagging as such only because there is a bit of inspiration on the concept #he is really sweet and he has morals he is just very very into you

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kim-poce · 2 years

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A Mean to be Good 9 - Missing

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Hero = Indigo

Villain - Garra

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CW: low self-esteem, emeto, panic attack, fear of punishment.

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Garra had left the house again, Indigo’s instincts screamed that he was up to no good; which, coming from a villain, is to be expected.

They found a way through the guilty coming from doing nothing to stop the criminal, telling themselves that they were never a proper hero anyway. So why try?

The immediate problem was Clara. It’s not his fault, I brought this upon myself. They thought again as the girl jumped over the couch they were sitting on.

“Alone again?” She asked with a mischievous smile on her face, drawing her claws already. “Don’t you have an annoying hero job to do?”

“I’m on a break,” they explained. When did their ‘get beaten up one day only’ plan become ‘surprise vacation in Garra’s place’? “You know this.”

“I know that your little team is looking for you, they have a search group and everything. Hmmm is it… how did they say?... ‘Indigo, a respected hero and loved friend, disappeared two weeks ago, we are offering a reward to anyone who has clues…’ clues on something, well, they want you back, you act all sad and lonely so I thought you were kicked out or something.” she said casually.

Indigo jumped from their seat, forcing themself quiet right away when Clara almost attacked them —she doesn’t attack if he gets quiet and doesn’t resist— “W-what? You-” deep breath “You are lying, right?” Yeah, she is lying, she lies a lot I shouldn’t believe.

“Holdup,” Clara said, reaching for her phone and handing it out after a bit.

Indigo felt their heart racing, looking at the images on the screen. Why are they looking for me? Well, they don’t.. don’t hate me, but I didn’t… I didn’t think they would truly- They swallowed hard, sweat covering their face. They will be so disappointed when they find out I’m here, find out I was just too… scared? Ashamed? to call… they don’t hate me yet but they will. I’m bad, I’m such an idiot, a traitor, a-

Clara got closer, making Indigo step back and lose their balance, falling on the carpet.

“N-not now please,” they begged, looking up at the girl standing in front of them.

They should have kept quiet, they should’ve been still and she will leave them alone, but their body had other plans; tears streamed down from their eyes, their stomach turned, the guilty, fear, anxiety, and gods-know-what-else were mixing themselves inside them.

They ran.

Indigo had barely reached the toilet when they let out all the contents of their stomach. Just then noticing their mistake; they ran.

Clara was just behind them now, and the words seemed to be broken; begging her to wait would be useless.

They flinched when her hands touched their back —not the claws yet, they were hoping she could just get done with it and leave— they steeled themself when she crouched down by their side.

“I really didn’t see this coming,” she said.

Indigo was unable to hold back another flinch, they were unable to properly breathe.

Clara frowned, “You think I’ll hurt you?”

“l-later,” Indigo managed, “p-please, I won’t tell Garra, I-”

“I won’t hurt you right now,” she said, almost offended. As if she didn’t play with their nerves the whole time in the past two weeks, “I’m not a monster. I wouldn’t hurt you while you are… panicking? I guess that’s what you are… doing?”

Indigo's head was a kaleidoscope of images of the ‘Missing person’ pamphlet, their teammates' declarations, their faces, the faces they will have once they find out the truth, and somewhere in there Clara, her “plays” and claws, and the way she wakes him up all the time and how she never allows their nerves a second of rest.

“L-leave me alone,” they said.

“You seem to need some help so-”

“From you?” They snapped, head buzzing, blood running way too fast, “You are making it worse! Oh! I see, you want to see this, right?” they gestured to the toilet and back to themselves, “You want to see just far you can take me? How hard you can humiliate me? Is that what you want? You must be pretty happy then!”

“I didn’t do this!” Clara argued, “I just show you the news, I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh, didn’t you? Truly? Weren’t you trying to mess me up? To make me like this? You have pushed me to the edge this whole time, and now you want to act as if you care?”

“I didn’t mean to do… whatever this is!” Carla snapped back, “I was just having… fun��” her voice become low as if she had just realized the meaning of her words.

“I know! I’m sure you were having the time of your life when I was fucking panicking three days ago.”

Clara frowned, “I thought you were pretending I-”

“Leave me alone!” He shouted, the shower and the tap turning on, water raising around Clara. She stepped back, eyes wide.

It was the first time Indigo saw fear in her eyes, but they didn’t have time to think about it because Garra arrived, opening the door to the sight of the hero threatening his sister.

“G-garra,” their voice was low, the water fell down drenching everything, “I-I swear I wasn’t-” they glanced at the scared teenager in front of them and at the water around her, “I wasn’t- I wouldn’t hurt-” They swallowed hard, lowering their head. “I’m sorry.”

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Taglist: @rose-pinkie, @wolfeyedwitch, @neverthelass, @insaneinthepaingame, @simplygrimly, @whumpy-writings, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @grizzlie70, @extemporary-username

#whump #hero whumpee #low self-esteem #emeto #panic attack #fear of punishment #A Mean to be Good #my writing #Indigo #Garra #Carla

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strawwritesfic · 3 years

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Tony Stark x Female!Reader: Mine

Summary: He only acts this way with Steve, but jeez is it annoying.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (implied Tony/Reader/Steve love triangle; jealous boyfriend; possessive boyfriend; Steve & Reader friendship; artist!Steve)

Challenge: “100 Drabbles of Randomness” by Miseria1 on Lunaescence Archives.

Mine

As the night stretched on, so did the silence in the Avengers Tower. Tony remained holed up working on something in his lab, which left you bored in the kitchen. All you had for company was Steve, and all you had for entertainment was watching him draw.

You weren’t exactly sure why Steve was there instead of his hanging around his own lodgings, but apparently Tony’s absence bothered him much less than it did you. While you checked the clock for the seventeenth time in five minutes, Steve’s pencil scraped quietly against the paper; his blue eyes moved up to look at you drinking a cup of cocoa, and then back to his sketch.

“What are you drawing?” you asked at last.

Steve smiled. “Take a look.”

Your cup puffed a final cloud of steam into the air as you placed it on the counter and made your way to Steve's chair. You bent over his shoulder and saw a near-exact gray scale replica of you on the paper. The woman’s eyes were fixed not on the artist, but rather, you knew, on the clock above the microwave somewhere to her left. She looked tired, exhausted even, but still pretty.

“Wow,” you breathed. If you thought you wouldn’t smudge the lead, you might have reached out and touched it.

One side of Steve’s mouth quirked. “You like it?”

“You’re amazing, Steve. Where did you learn to draw like that?”

He shrugged. “I went to art school for a little while. You know, before.”

“Do you think maybe you could teach me? Give me lessons when you aren’t too busy with the whole saving-the-world thing?”

“Sure. That might be fun. We could–”

Steve broke off at the sound of someone nearby loudly clearing their throat. Both of you looked up, startled, to see Tony leaning against the doorway.

“Well, isn’t this cozy?” he said.

You caught Steve’s eye. He looked just as confused as you did. Shaking your head, you returned your gaze to Tony’s face. “Where have you been all night?”

“Busy,” he answered. “Ready to go to bed?”

Well, your cocoa was probably cold by now anyway. Besides, the microwave clock now read past midnight. You nodded as a yawn stretched over your face, then wandered over to Tony’s side.

“Good night, Steve,” you called over your shoulder.

“Good night, [Name],” he replied.

You padded out the door and into the dark hallway. Just as Tony made to follow you, however, he stopped.

“Hey, Capsicle. Let’s get one thing straight. This pretty piece of art?” You looked over your shoulder to see what the holdup was and spotted Tony pointing back at you. “This is mine. Not yours. Mine. Got it?”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Tony,” you snapped. It was late and you only wanted to go to bed. “It’s just art lessons. Lay off. Steve doesn’t think of me like that.”

“I know he doesn’t. I’m just putting it out there so he doesn’t get any ideas.”

“Mr. Stark,” came Steve’s voice as the two of you entered the elevator, “I wouldn’t dream of it."

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abeautifulblog · 3 years

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GOOD NEWS

Oooh la, I’ve been holding off on posting this, because I have made you promises and broken them before, but I ~*FINALLY*~ had the breakthrough I needed on this one bit in the final chapter of Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood that has been the holdup for literal years, and, guys, it’s really actually happening.

I am currently turning shitty first-draft words into less-shitty later-draft words, but the bones are good (and also 85% of it is done and ready to roll out) and I am so hyped to finally put the capstone on this. SOSH is on hold; Beautiful Day has the wheel right now.

I’ll also be clearing out some of the old drafts of ddads posts and meta that I never got around to posting before, so this is once again going to be a ddads blog for a while.

(And then the hookup AU. Oh my god I can’t wait to post the hookup AU. It’s so goooooood, 50k words of high-energy porn-with-feelings.)

Anyway. 😀

Apologies to people who are here for my witcher shit not my gay dads shit, but these guys have been waiting much longer for it. I am not actually leaving or changing fandoms, I am (at long last) honoring my commitments from a previous fandom. I promise it’ll go back to your regularly-scheduled witcher programming before too long -- in the mean time I’ll be tagging these posts with “ddads renaissance” if you want to blacklist it.

(Or you can join the fun!!)

#ddads renaissance #dream daddy

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ikingsley · 3 years

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Ina x MC: You’re It

Summary: Ina and Luna celebrate their dating anniversary.

Warnings: Fluff! Sorta?

Tag: @samanthadalton @domakir @kulaykape @hellyeah90sbaby @dopeyouth @kwaj05 @thedaft1 @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @kaitlynliaofanxx @barnibumblr

Author’s Notes: Another installment of Ina and Luna’s future series.

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“Inaaaaaa,” Luna whined.

“Yes?” Ina replied to Luna after quietly whispering into the taxi driver’s ear.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. I promise you’ll like it.”

“So for our dating anniversary, you get to decide on the place without even consulting me? Talk about a power imbalance,” Luna said playfully.

This goddamn woman. Sometimes Ina thought Luna liked teasing her more than she loved her.

“Fine,” Ina huffed. “Do you want to know where we’re going?”

“No! I like the surprise.”

Maddening. Infuriating. Yet after everything, she was still wrapped around her finger.

“You’re something else, aren’t you Lu?”

“I pride myself in being ‘something else.’ You still love me.”

“That, I do.”

A semblance of silence took over the taxi, a first after a whole car ride of playful banter between the women. Instead, the busy outside cacophony took over...a truck horn here, a driver cursing out a pedestrian there...

“We’re here,” the taxi driver announced.

Ina quickly thanked him and left a generous tip on the app. No one deliberately signed up for meddling in the business of a couple in love. Luna reached for the cab door, but was promptly stopped by Ina.

“Nuh-uh. Wait a second.”

Ina hopped out of the car and rushed to the other side of the cab to open Luna’s door. Despite being cursed at by drivers behind her as she held up traffic, she maintained her calm. There were bigger, more important things than a little traffic holdup, especially today.

“You know, you don’t need to be all formal and chivalrous and whatnot,” Luna said as she took Ina’s hand to get out of the car.

“Believe it or not, that was not my intention. I actually am here to cover your eyes before you see your destination.”

Ina felt Luna roll her eyes.

“Always with the ulterior motives, huh?” Luna jested.

This time, it was Ina’s turn to play coy. “Maybe, but you love me regardless.”

“I do.”

The two walked a few hundred feet, Ina behind Luna to shield the world from her. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for that woman. Ina vowed to protect her at all costs, cherish her, appreciate her, love her endlessly...It’d only been a year since Ina finally had asked her officially to be with her, but somehow, Ina knew. Ina knew that this was the woman of her dreams, someone she would happily spend the rest of her life with. However, they hadn’t had the marriage conversation yet. Hell, they hadn’t even moved in together yet. She knew Luna wanted to get married, but that would be one day. Sometime in the distant future. Luna was considerably younger than Ina, and Ina accepted the fact that she may have to wait several years to pop the question. She’d figured that she’d wait decades to tie the knot if it had come to that.

“Okay. We’re here,” Ina said, uncovering Luna’s eyes.

“Ina, you did not.”

“I did.”

“I’ve been wanting to do laser tag forever!”

“Well, I had run out of excuses. I figured it was time for me to try it by now.”

Ina took Luna’s hand and led her into the laser tag arena. God, this was so childish, she thought.

“What exactly is that face?” Luna said slyly, smirking up at Ina.

“What? This gorgeous face you fell in love with?” Ina countered.

“It’s a ‘wow Luna, I can’t believe I’m doing this’ face.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I would’ve come here on my own will.”

“Just keep an open mind. Maybe you’ll like it, who knows?”

“I will. I promise.”

Soon, the two were placed into a larger group. They decided to be on opposite teams just so one could have bragging rights. After a few minutes of Luna’s trash-talking, they were separated into their respective teams. Luna smirked over at Ina as the doors opened to the terrain. Game on.

The siren blared over the speakers system, indicating the start of the battle. Ina was situated near the back of the arena, her back crouched against the wall. She knew Luna - she would definitely come looking for her. Luna was too competitive for her own good and she’d be lured to find Ina quickly.

Sure enough, two minutes into the round, Luna lurked near the back where Ina was hiding. She thought she was being discrete, silently searching for partner. Just as she reached the back wall, her vest lit up and an alarm went off.

Crap!

She slowly turned around, only to find Ina smirking at her.

“Gotcha. See you later,” Ina winked at Luna as she slipped back into the darkness.

I’m gonna get her, Luna vowed.

The game progressed with both teams neck and neck in score. A minute flashed on the countdown. Ina then spotted Luna. Just as she was raising her laser gun, Luna put her finger on the trigger.

“Wait!”

And somehow, despite the room full of people, Luna and Ina felt like the only people in the world.

“Truce?” Luna called out.

“Truce.” The countdown slowly approached the thirty second mark and Luna made her way to Ina. She wrapped an arm around Luna, gently kissing her temple.

“Good game,” Ina began to whisper softly into her ear. “I totally got you at the beginning though.”

5...4...3...

Luna wrapped Ina in her arms placing a small kiss in her forehead.

2...1....

Suddenly, she pulled away. At once, Ina’s vest lit up. She looked around, expecting some stranger to have hit her, but was met by Luna’s gaze.

“You...” she grumbled.

“And I totally got you at the end. Oh look who won!” Luna smirked and pointed at the scoreboard. Luna’s sly shot had boosted her own team 100 points higher than Ina’s.

Ina grumbled again in response. “I suppose, but I think it’s rather symbolic.”

And symbolic it was. They were situated in a room full of obstacles, yet somehow fate, destiny, the universe or some higher, inexplicable being had brought them together. It represented that they’d always find each other somehow, and in the end, it would always be them against the world.

Luna quietly reflected on Ina’s words, understanding how their relationship had come to fruition. They slipped out of the laser tag arena and Luna looped her slender arm around Ina’s.

“It’s my turn to give you your anniversary present,” Luna said.

She dragged Ina across New York City, walking past their favorite places...Times Square, the Natural History Museum, Central Park...Ina lingered at each site, remembering dates they had gone on. All of those small, but wonderful moments had led up to this.

“Okay so we’ve only talked about this a little bit but I think we’re ready for it,” Luna turned back to Ina as she walked backwards. She promptly stopped in front of a small building and held her hands out in presentation.

“Here we are!”

“Your apartment?”

“Yeah! Hold out your hands.”

Ina put her hands out as if she were accepting something when she saw Luna go frozen.

Physically Luna was frozen, but her thoughts moved a mile a minute. Yes, she loved Ina. Yes, she had been the one that took her back to her apartment. Yes, she’d stop at nothing until she was happy. But oh god. Commitment was staring her point blank in the face. Moving in together was a huge milestone.

Their relationship was good - the best Luna had ever been in. But her past relationships kept coming to mind. All the fights, all the deceptions, all the mistrust. Luna was unafraid of most things, but she did fear commitment.

“I-” she began.

Ina’s intuition kicked in and redirected her away from the entrance, leaning against the building.

“Hey. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m ready for the next step in this relationship, but it’s our relationship and we need to both agree on its pace. I’m okay with waiting.”

“Thank you. It’s just all this stuff is new to me. I’ve never been in a relationship this serious and I’ve never gotten this far. I was just a hormonal kid in my past relationships - all I cared about was having fun,” she admitted. “And Ina...I’m scared. I trust and love you with all of my heart, but I’m still scared. I’m scared you’ll find a part of me you don’t like and you’ll want out. I’m scared you fell in love with someone who you think is me, but isn’t truly me.”

Luna looked up with tears in her eyes. These were the kind of conversations the two held curled up together in bed, admitting things they’d never even attempted to say aloud before. They built their relationship on love, but also on trust. They’d taken everything with caution. It was these intimate moments that carved their relationship into the one it was today.

“Do you understand what-”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Ina said as she wiped tears away from Luna’s eyes. “For a long time I only focused on my career. My love life always came second. I always wanted to be that youngster at a convention full of well-seasoned anthropologists. At least, that’s what I told myself. I blocked out the very possibility that the true reason I didn’t want a love life may be because of my parents. People who are supposed to love you unconditionally didn’t love Lilian and I like they should’ve. I was so afraid of yet another betrayal. But then I found you. And everything’s just clicked. I don’t have to pretend to be anyone I’m not with you. And I love you for many reasons, but that may be the most prominent.”

And after hearing a sweet and soft declaration of love from Luna, Ina met her girlfriend’s lips. It was then and there that Luna truly understood how much Ina cared for her. That Ina was different from the young, immature men and women from her past. That she’d finally found someone good. Someone who appreciated her. Someone who comforted her. Someone who protected her at all costs.

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? Seriously Luna, this is a big deal. I understand if you want to wait more.”

“I’m sure. For a while now, I’ve dreaded having to come back to my own apartment alone after spending the day at yours. I want this with you. I admit I’m a bit afraid, but that feeling is no where near the feeling that I want to live with you.”

Luna dropped a pair of keys in Ina’s hands as the two rode the elevator up to Luna’s apartment.

“I’m worried, Luna.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“You don’t expect me to live in this shack, right?”

“It is NOT a shack. It is my lovely one-bedroom apartment which is what I could afford in this ungodly costly city after my Belvoire graduation.” Luna giggled as she perched her chin on Ina’s shoulder. “No, silly. It was symbolic. We’re definitely moving into your place.”

“Good. Let’s start packing this place up.”

#ina kingsley #ina x mc #queen b #luna garcia

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heyitssmiller · 4 years

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Chop It Like It’s Hot

Chapter 8: Penne for Your Thoughts

Food and shenanigans. Need I say more?

Tag List: @peanut-in-the-goal @whataboutmyfries @raxelle-nite-in-gale @heyoitslysso @spookydiyharrypotterbat

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@lumosinlove

“When you said you were cooking for an entire hockey team, I thought you’d stick to the basics. Maybe a salad appetizer and something easy to make that feeds a lot of people.” Dorcas looked around at Leo’s countertops, which were covered in flour, measuring cups, and homemade pasta. “This seems a little overboard.”

Leo rolled out more pasta dough and mentally took note of the different kinds he’d made so far. Linguine, fettuccine, penne, pappardelle, farfalle…

“Leo.”

“I just want it to be good, ok?” He finally looked up from his dough and rolling pin and stopped cooking for the first time in several hours. “Besides, this is a good outlet for me. If I focus on cooking, I don’t have to focus on-” He cut himself off, then added lamely, “Anything else.”

Dorcas sighed. “That’s not how you face your problems and you know it. Talk to me.”

Leo didn’t even fight back about talking about his problems. That was Dorcas’ first clue about how bad this was.

“I can’t do it.” He rubbed at his forehead in frustration. “I can’t be ok with being just friends. I can’t be ok with taking a step back and distancing myself. I can’t be ok with trying to get over them. And I don’t know where that leaves me.”

“I only see one other option here. Talking to them.”

“They’re already perfectly happy together-”

“And who says they won’t be with you?” Dorcas demanded. “You’re only imagining two possible outcomes – talking to them and being rejected, or not talking to them and keeping this a secret. But they could also be in the same position you’re in right now. The only way you’re going to know is if you talk to them.”

“I don’t think I can do that, either. Even if they feel the same, that doesn’t change the fact that they are in love with each other. I can’t get between that.” He laughed dully, and the sound tore at her heart. “My mama would kill me if I became a home-wrecker.”

“Who said love is only between two people? Leo, I know you know this. So why is it so hard to grasp now?”

She could see the second he began to shut down and sighed. “I’m going to hug you now, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dorcas wrapped her arms around him and glared at the wall. She was ninety percent sure Logan and Finn both felt the same way and clearly none of them were going to bring it up.

So now it was her turn. And she didn’t hold back her punches.

Those two hockey players were going to get a severe talking-to tomorrow.

“You guys have to promise to be more well-behaved tonight.” Logan told the team as they drove to dinner. Next to him, Finn was nearly bouncing out of his seat in excitement. “Please.”

He got several grumbles in response, but no teasing – which was a surprise.

“So are you two finally going to ask him out?”

And there it was.

“Are you guys finally going to mind your own business?”

“Nope!”

“It’s not like we don’t want to.” Finn sighed. “We just don’t know if he’s interested.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“He’s cooking your entire hockey team dinner. That’s dedication right there.”

“Also did you even watch the episodes of your show?”

“You just had to go and run your mouth.” Logan groaned, shooting Finn a look. He just shrugged apologetically as their charter bus pulled into the parking lot.

“Do you know what’s for dinner?” Someone asked from the back of the bus.

“He said it was a surprise.” Finn responded as they all filed out of the bus and inside the restaurant that had been kind enough to host them.

Leo and Dorcas were standing in front of several tables covered in food, which took Finn back to three months ago. He smiled broadly and waved at the two of them. Leo waved back and waited for everyone to settle down before explaining dinner.

“I figured a build your own dinner was probably the best idea for so many people. I hope pasta’s alright with you guys.” Leo said, then began pointing to each variation of noodle as he explained, “We’ve got regular noodles, gluten-free noodles, and then some cauliflower noodles for y’all to choose from. Then we’ve got sauces and proteins to choose from, including some vegetarian and vegan options. Everything is labeled, so go ahead and grab a plate and help yourselves!”

Everyone clambered to get in line and grabbed portions that were way to big for the day before a game. Their nutritionist watched on in horror.

Finn was watching Leo talk to Loops when Logan nudged him with his elbow. “Finn, look.”

“Hmm?” He asked, turning back around to look at what Logan was pointing to. There in front of them was a pot full of creamy white sauce, bacon, and sausage with a little label that read: carbo’hara.

Finn melted.

He’d told Leo that joke during their first conversation and how he and his brother would have it the night before every hockey game as kids. And he had remembered.

“Logan.” Finn said, not bothering to hide the yearning in his voice.

“I know.”

Dorcas was watching all of this with growing frustration. Were they blind or were they just stupid? All of this could be solved so easily with a single conversation, but none of them were willing to take that first step.

She really shouldn’t get involved. It wasn’t her business. But-

“It’s painful to watch, isn’t it?” A stranger’s voice asked. Dorcas turned to look at a girl with blonde hair and mischievous brown eyes. She stuck her hand out.

“I’m Marlene. And I just want to say that I am so sorry you’ve had to deal with the three of them for months now.”

Dorcas smiled and shook her hand. “So you’ve noticed, too?”

“I think everyone has.”

“True.”

“You’re thinking about interfering?”

Dorcas shrugged. “It’s either that or waiting for them to get their acts together.”

“And who knows how long that’ll take?”

Dorcas laughed, looking appraisingly at her new companion. “I like you already.”

The other girl grinned. “I told Leo when he was in Gryffindor that he should introduce us. He said it was a terrible idea.”

She smiled back. “He was right.”

“So I’ll take Leo, you take the other two? I’m assuming you’ve been trying to talk to Leo but haven’t had any luck.”

“He’s being really stubborn about the whole thing.”

“From all the complaining I’ve heard from the team, so have Logan and Finn.”

Dorcas rolled her eyes. “After dinner I’ll talk to them. Normally I wouldn’t interfere, but this is ridiculous.”

“Agreed. Good luck.”

“You too.”

“Hey,” Marlene spoke up, “Can I have your number? You know, for meddling purposes.”

Dorcas grinned. “I really hope that’s not the only reason you’re asking for my number.”

“Guess you’ll have to see.” Marlene said with a wink.

Oh, boy.

Dorcas was in so much trouble.

But she had other things to focus on right now.

She marched over to Finn and Logan and stated firmly, “You two. We need to talk.”

A dark-haired guy in glasses sent her a wide-eyed stare. “You’re terrifying.” He looked to his teammates. “What did you guys do?”

“Now.” Dorcas said, ignoring the others entirely.

“Rest in peace.” Glasses guy said solemnly as Logan and Finn got up nervously. “It was nice knowing you.”

Logan shared a worried glance with Finn, but they both followed her to a quiet hallway where she turned to glare at them.

“Are you two actually interested in Leo or are you just stringing him along? If it’s the latter I won’t hesitate to punch you.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Logan asked, then frowned. “Fuck, does he think we’re stringing him along?”

“So you are interested?”

Finn looked confused. “I thought that was obvious.”

“What’s the holdup, then?”

“We’re not sure he’s interested.” They shared a sad look. “He’s never given us any reason to think so.”

Dorcas pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh my god, you three are so stupid. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, trust me – he’s terrified. Think about it. He likes two guys who are already in love with each other, which would be daunting for anybody. And he’s worried that if one of you didn’t feel the same he’d come between the two of you and ruin everything. Not to mention that if he got rejected he’d be rejected not once but twice.”

They stared at her, then turned to stare at each other.

“Fuck.” Finn stated simply.

“Fuck is right.” Dorcas agreed. “Now what are you going to do about it?”

***

“You were so wrong when you said introducing me to Dorcas was a bad idea.”

Leo laughed and turned to face Marlene. “Hello again.”

“Hey, cooking guy. Anyways, I’m in love.”

“Oh, really?”

“She’s awesome. And terrifying. And I really want to take her out on a date.”

“If you hurt her-”

“Oh my god, are you giving me the shovel talk?”

“No. All I’m saying is that we had entire class of knife skills in culinary school. She knows how to properly butcher things. You hurt her, you’d better prepare for the consequences.”

Marlene blinked, then broke into a dopey grin. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Leo laughed, shaking his head a little as he grabbed an empty pot and brought it back into the kitchen to clean. Dinner had been a huge success – almost to the point of them running out of food. Leo had noticed the nutritionist shooting him glares all night and made a resolution to send him an apology letter. He just hoped it didn’t affect their playing too much tomorrow.

He was scrubbing the pot down when another pot was set down on the counter next to him. Marlene shoved his shoulder to get him to move to the side a little. “Figured you could use some help.”

“Thanks.” He said with a smile as she grabbed a sponge.

“So,” She started, and that’s when Leo knew he was in trouble. “I know Dorcas talked to you earlier. And I’m sure you don’t want to hear any more of that, but I wanted to let you know that no matter what happens, it’s going to be okay. I mean, yeah, it might suck for a while, but at the end of the day wouldn’t you rather know than be left guessing forever?”

Leo stopped cleaning out his pot and looked at her, surprised at the turn this conversation took.

She shrugged. “Just a thought.”

He’d never really considered it that way before.

There was a knock on the doorframe, which startled them both. Leo turned around to see the head coach standing there.

“We’ve got to head out soon to get to our hotel at a decent time. Thank you so much for dinner! My guys will be talking about this for months.”

“I’d be happy to do it again sometime.” Leo said, then winced. “Maybe something with a more controlled portion size, though.”

The coach laughed. “That might be for the best.”

After all the goodbyes, Logan and Finn were the last two inside, seemingly reluctant to leave. Leo took that as a good sign.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Logan asked, green eyes hopeful. “At the game?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” The bus driver honked the horn, clearly fed-up with waiting. “You’d better go before they leave you behind.”

Logan and Finn gave one last wave before heading towards the door while Leo began making his way back to the kitchen.

“Hey!” Logan called suddenly. Leo turned back around to look at them. “Can we take you out to dinner tomorrow? After the game?”

Leo’s stomach churned at the wording. He gathered up all his courage, took a deep breath, and asked, “Is this a date?”

Finn and Logan beamed. Leo’s heart skipped a beat.

“I sure hope so.”

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palmett-hoes · 4 years

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this was originally meant to be a response/follow-up to @i-did 's post about race in the aftg fandom (that you should read). i ran it by him first and asked permission to add, but then we decided it was too long so i should make it its own post

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i want to talk about fandom's take on the twins' race because it's rather glaring in the fandom that andrew (and then aaron by necessity) are often portrayed as the only white characters on the team and i have to question why?

there's nothing in the backstories that would mean writing them as POC would fling them headlong into offensive stereotypes that the fandom hasn't bypassed over to make another fox a POC.

they have a history of addiction? but it's okay for matt and seth to be addicts and be brown.

they're violent? but it's okay for renee to be non-white and a former gang member.

they're blond and 'pale'¹? but allison can be a WOC and bleach her hair without saying it explicitly? renee can have white rainbow hair no matter the AU? neil can be a blue-eyed redhead and still be drawn darker skinned half the time?

'pale' in and of itself is a very vague word that's only brought up in the context of comparison to notably dark skinned nicky. it's completely relative, and multi-racial families where people look wildly different from each other exist (pretty commonly). or if you're prescriptivist how about the multiple ways a POC can still be a natural blond including but not limited to pigmentation conditions or being mixed race? similarly, i think less than a quarter of the FCs i've seen for andrew over the years have been natural blonds themselves.

so if our holdups aren't about racial stereotyping and they aren't about the incredibly vague character descriptions, then why are the twins always white when it's approached as a good thing that no one else is? when i've seen multiple different posts lauding the fandom for adding diversity where nora didn't write it, except for here?

to be completely, bluntly honest, it's because we as a majority-white fandom are uncomfortable when we are not the central characters. or maybe we are uncomfortable when people of color ARE the central characters. i don't think there's much of a difference.

we are comfortable writing and drawing nicky, the upperclassmen, then kevin (in that order) as poc because, simply, we use them as background characters. they are rarely the main characters of fics, or have their own storylines in them; it all revolves around andreil.

additionally, while i've used neil up to now as an example of the fandom being OKAY with writing POC, let's also admit that it's an,, imperfect representation, as he will often be racially ambiguous with no explicit ethnicity, he will be the lightest skinned of the foxes of color, and he will still have eurocentric features. also it's genuinely a toss up as to whether he's drawn brown or not, there are still plenty of white neils, much more than there are white dans and matts and renees (not an attack on anyone who draws white neils, simply a statement) and FCs and edits of him still tend to be white people.

he's a bit of a schrödinger's person of color, not really any one thing or another, very few people being willing to take a hard stance on him and do the work of taking that decision under consideration when writing and drawing him.

(quick shout-out here to @hi-raethia for making content about an explicitly chinese interpretation of neil).

(additionally, to be as clear about my intended message as possible, this isn't a statement on the politics of passing or undermining the ethnicities of lightskinned poc, this is about a lack of detail being put into making a character a character of color in any thoughtful, meaningful, or significant way)

so when i talk about the centralization of white people in fandom, neil gets to be included, perhaps with a footnote indicating that this is somewhat of a more complicated statement than it is with lily-white andrew minyard.

nevertheless, i feel comfortable saying that 75% of fandom content revolves around andrew and neil, major exceptions only being jerejean which are often stand-alone from the foxes, and the rising branch of kevaaron shippers. however both of those ships are actually subject to this exact same criticism, as ships between a a flat-out white character and a dubiously "non-white" character who can also be white sometimes. it varies.

conspicuously, content about the UPPERCLASSMEN tends to revolve around andrew and neil.

fics where the upperclassmen are the pov character are often outside-perspective fics on andreil.

HC posts about the upperclassmen, especially matt, will devote major portions to his time spent helping, hanging with, and thinking about andrew and/or neil.

secondary ships like danmatt or renison tend to be just that, secondary ships moving in the background of andreil-focused works. they get more of a,,, scenic shout-out than a storyline

it is only comfortable for us to write these characters as characters of color if they revolve entirely around white characters

so after all that? what should we do, as a white-majority fandom? what should YOU, specifically, as a white person, do?

i hate to talk about a problem without also talking about solutions, and i try not to carp on something i don't want to be an active part of fixing. public criticism without an action plan only leads to hurt feelings and guilt, and that's never my intention when bringing this up. my goal is to address a general problem, not anyone specific's personal failings.

in all honesty leaning completely into all of the foxes being people of color, though i think neat and i certainly support, is not the best solution, and would be more of a hollow action than anything else without addressing the underlying problems that lead to the development of this dynamic.

i think the best thing to do would be to 1. do some research on writing poc, usually by following some writing-specific blogs like @writingwithcolor or @pocinmymedia . look up the 'black best friend' trope and really spend some time tjinking about it. spend an hour seeking out a random assortment of blogs that interest you that are also run by people of color. checking through tags like drawingwhileblack or blacktober may be good kickoff points.

tumblr is great because with an hour of active work to find these blogs, you can then go months passively seeing content from them. try not to interact, actually, simply watch and listen and become familiar with general trends and concerns in different communities. remember that every blog is run by an individual person, not an elected representative of their race, and always keep this in mind.

you are teaching YOURSELF that people of color are individuals, they have interests and inner lives that don't revolve around whiteness, that don't revolve around YOU

at the same time, 2. challenge yourself as a creator to make more content about the upperclassmen, specifically. make art about them doing stuff as a group separate from neil and andrew's group. find a compilation of 'draw the squad' memes and draw/tag the upperclassmen only. make jokes where they talk to each other. write some meta about their character motivations. write a fic where andreil isn't even mentioned, it can be super short, you can even use a prompt generator.

as a reader, reread their backstories in the extra content. reread son nefes. use ao3's filtering system to read some fics about JUST the upperclassmen, few and far apart though they may be.

if we've decided that the upperclassmen are people of color then lean into that, and learn to CARE about them on their own merit, because they are the most underutilized characters in the fandom. we need to make content centralized around them to combat the fact that fandom centralizes whiteness

#txt #fandom #the foxes #dan wilds #matt boyd #renee walker #seth gordon #allison reynolds #my posts

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acnh-x-reader · 4 years

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i really love your headcanons :o! may i request some fluff with Apollo? that'd be very much appreciated, thanks! ❤

Hey they Ichigo! I'm super sorry about taking so long to get to your requests, I'm currently preparing to begin school and things have been really hectic! Nevertheless, enjoy! P.S: these might be a little long, I feel bad about the holdup. -Author Jam Apollo is a wild card when it comes to any kind of relationship, intimate or not - I know, I say that about every villager, but Apollo is no exception. In a casual friendship or even something beyond that he will call you Kiddo, and nothing can really change that - it's a force of habit. Along with this, though, will come the occasional 'Squirt' or maybe even 'Sprout.' Being on good terms with Apollo is beneficial regardless of circumstances, as he, like most cranky villagers, tends to be protective, Apollo himself being maybe even moreso than most. He would absolutely be the type to puff out his chest and stand tall beside you, this being even more exaggerated when someone sketchy is conversing with you. He's a silent protector, though like any cranky villager he would rather read his diary aloud in a full plaza than admit it, least of all to you. Apollo is initially a tough nut to crack, and comes off as cold until you really start forcing him out of his shell. The easiest way to do this is to tag along with him during his nighttime walks - which he takes every night for a considerable amount of time. Talk about whatever, he doesn't care - he's a great listener, and pays attention even if he looks almost annoyed by your presence. Don't get too used to that sour expression, though - it won't last. Apollo is a great friend, but how would he be as a potential love interest? Very blunt, it turns out. You wouldn't even have noticed that he had caught feelings for you - his longing gaze was only on you when he was positive you were looking away. During one of his nighttime walks, he'd offhandedly mention something super serious about it, that would most certainly catch you off-guard, whether it be an 'I love you' or something so genuine as a 'I'd take a bullet for you, you know.' Apollo doesn't exactly flaunt his relationship, so expect any sort of PDA to be met with a grumble and a reluctant grab for your hand at first - but he'll get used to it soon enough. In private, though, he isn't so shy, and he won't hesitate to let you know when he's seeking affection. In fact, he doesn't much tend to ask at all, and you could be minding your business at any time and he'd have his head resting atop yours and arms slung around you before you could blink an eye. Suffice to say, of course, Apollo isn't exactly clingy, in fact, his touch is a bit loose, but when he's asleep he'll have you pulled to him in a tight hug, his beak buried in your hair/shoulder and breathing heavy. He is a big spoon, and won't take no for an answer when it comes to such - he isn't exactly a small animal, either, so you're out of luck if you wanted assertion in that area. Apollo tends to be a lot more open around you, and eventually stops being embarrassed altogether - he doesn't see cheesy little things like you showering him in little kisses or clinging to him as embarrassing - he doesn't have a reason to. He loves you, and you love him; so what if you want to show it? Be as open as you like in conversation with him, even if it's in awkward ways. There are no awkward feelings on his end, he doesn't mind delving into odd topics. Apollo likes spending time with his S/O when he can - particularly, he likes napping with them. Considering he doesn't go to bed until the early hours of the morning at the latest, he is never opposed to some extra sleep, and he thinks you overwork yourself. At any time he'll call you over and the two of you will cozy up just about anywhere. Under a tree, on a bench, in a field - you name it, he isn't shy. The rest of your residents can't exactly ignore it, though; your relationship is seen as 'cute', and Apollo couldn't really care less. Apollo loves and respects you no matter what your personality is like, so don't you worry! <3

#acnh #acnl #ac #animal crossing #animal crossing new leaf #animal crossing new horizons #apollo #apollo the eagle #ac apollo #new leaf apollo #apollo x reader #ac headcanons #animal crossing headcanons

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bijvoorbeeldja · 4 years

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hide-and-seek

Prompt for you! Younger Sander and Robbe and the guys play hide and seek, then they had a kiss. They only remember this in a few years. Please, Jealous!Sander.

Here she is, @mysteriousforests! Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it. <3

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It was how they spent most of their weekends during summer break from school — swimming at the local pool to fend off the heat during the day, then tagging along with their parents to the Driesen’s house in the evenings, where the adults gathered to gab and let the kids play. The group was pretty much the same then as it was now — minus Aaron and Zoe, who hadn’t moved to town until the group was in high school. Back then, Robbe’s hair was longer, Jens and Jana weren’t together yet, and Sander was still a brunette.

Now that they’d finished dinner, their parents were talking in the living room over glasses of wine, and the group knew it would be a while before they’d be dragged home to their own houses, so they invented games to fill the time. Their favorite was hide-and-seek, and in Sander’s big house, there were plenty of good hiding places.

That night, Jens was counting, covering his eyes with both hands as he recited numbers up to 100 while the rest of them hid. Robbe took off, scouring the rooms for the tucked-away crevices of the house to hide in.

Behind the curtains? No, too obvious. The kitchen cabinet? Someone was probably already there. He tiptoed quietly but quickly, trying to put distance between himself and Jen’s voice. As he passed doors in the hallway, he heard Amber’s hushed giggling as she positioned herself underneath a bed, and Moyo and Jana fighting over a hiding spot behind a potted plant. Robbe smiled at them, continuing on towards the end of the hall. He knew Jens was likely close to coming after them, so he needed to find a space, fast.

Then, he was being pulled sideways, a soft hand clutching his elbow to rein him in. Suddenly, he was in the upstairs coat closet, bundles of jackets settling on top of his head as he ducked and stumbled into the space next to another someone.

“Shhh,” motioning a finger to his lips, Sander was crouched there, so close that Robbe could smell him.

“This is the best hiding spot in the house,” Sander whispered, his breath tickling Robbe’s cheeks. “I didn’t want you to get caught.”

Robbe was trying to catch his breath, calm his racing heart at the unexpected touch and sudden closeness. For a moment, Sander still held his arm in his grasp. It was a soft, warm touch that made Robbe’s breath shallow.

Even though they’d been friends since their infancy, being with Sander had always made Robbe feel a little unnerved, for reasons he didn’t fully understand. Sander was two years older, vastly cooler and funnier than Robbe ever could be. Confident. Creative. Handsome.

Robbe would never admit it, but he’d always tried to tame his own messy tresses into submission when he got ready in the morning, an attempt to look at least a little like the cool, older boy. He often caught himself staring at the Sander when he wasn’t looking. But he couldn’t let himself think about Sander. It wasn’t what he was supposed to do. Just as Moyo and Jens were already starting to notice girls at their school, Robbe was supposed to, too.

Crouching closely together, Robbe listened to Sander’s steady breathing, forcing down the wave of nervous flutters in his stomach. He was sure Sander could hear how loudly his heart was beating. But luckily, that was muffled by the sound of Jen’s heavy footsteps, reaching the stop of the stairs.

“Here I come!” He yelled out. “I am going to find you all so fast!”

Sander scooted backwards, farther into the closet, pulling Robbe with him. He chuckled softly, the sound barely audible as he tangled himself further behind a layer of coats and scarves on hangers. He gently pulled one aside, uncovering his face as he turned his head slightly to look over at Robbe.

Robbe smiled, barely noticing Jen’s voice calling out down the hall, muffled by the fabric in front of him. He bit his lip, not wanting to be found, to have a few more stolen moments here, hidden with Sander.

A slight blush crept to Robbe’s cheeks as Sander continued to stare at him, his gaze unwavering. Only a small filter of light trickled in underneath the door, but Robbe could still seen the bright green of Sander’s eyes, nearly staring through him. He watched Sander’s eyes flick almost imperceptibly across his face, stopping for only a half-second on his lips.

Then, almost in slow motion, Sander was leaning in, his breath mixing with Robbe’s as he gently placed his lips on Robbe’s. Robbe felt Sander’s hand gently lift to grasp onto Robbe’s wrist before sliding down to his hand, two fingers tangling with his as he held them softly. Robbe’s heart stopped, his brain unable to form a coherent thought.

For a second, they remained there, lips touching. Then, there were loud footsteps outside the door, dangerously close, and Sander pulled away suddenly. Robbe was frozen, trying to process. He felt unable to breath.

Then suddenly, flooded flooded their faces as they blinked back the brightness.

“Aha!” Jens yelled, whipping the door open. “Found you two!

…………

Five years had passed, and the group dynamics had changed.

Jens and Jana had just begun dating, a natural extension of the relationship of the group. They just worked together. Robbe had finally cut his hair, a “birthday present” for Jens. Sander they hadn’t seen regularly for a year or so. He’d transferred to an art school and showed up off-and-on at their group gatherings, most recently appearing at Moyo’s house party with a head of bleached blonde hair and a leather jacket. The boys had playfully teased him, mocking his new artsy persona, but Robbe knew it was because they were all secretly jealous. He was attracting girls left and right.

But now, they saw him less and less, as he naturally fell in with the social circles from his new school. It made Robbe weirdly disappointed, and not just because their group had changed over the years. He missed seeing Sander. He missed his silly jokes, his Bowie shirts, the croques he made for the two of them at midnight, those nights they slept over at Jens and everyone else was asleep before them. His missed sitting on the counter, watching Sander flip the sandwiches, deep in a passioned conversation about the street art he loved around Antwerp. Robbe loved hearing him talk. He swore he could listen to him forever.

Occasionally, Sander would call Robbe out of the blue, asking how he was, catching up on the missed time between them. Robbe waited for these calls desperately, eager to hear his voice, his laugh, to hear him insist that Robbe was in fact, not yet ready for the Advanced Bowie playlist.

But those calls were infrequent now and it left a humiliating ache inside of Robbe that he tried to ignore. He carried on with Jens and Moyo, the self-proclaimed Broerrs.

Near the end of that summer, the group had gathered, surprising Robbe with a birthday party at the beach house. A frequent haunt for the group of friends, they spent the days playing paintball among the dunes and deepening their tans. At night, they had bonfires and talked long into the night about their futures. They never wanted those nights to end.

Now, older, they returned to the beach, celebrating their last days before the new school year. A bonfire swelled on the sand and Jens and Jana sat close, feeding each other marshmallows. Robbe and Moyo talked, laughing about their earlier soccer game. Suddenly, Jens called out, mumbling with a mouth still full of marshmallow.

“There you are, man! I wasn’t sure you were coming!”

Robbe turned and saw Sander, illuminated by the light of the fire, coming towards them with a smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” Sander replied. “There was a holdup at home. But I wasn’t going to miss Robbe’s big celebration!”

Reaching him, Sander slapped a hand on Robbe’s shoulder, making warmth flood to his cheeks. Learning down, he whispered with featherlight breath in Robbe’s ear.

“It’s good to see you, Robbe.”

Robbe nodded and smiled back at him, quickly lifting the bottle of his drink to his lips to distract himself from being exposed by a further blush. Seeing Sander again after all this time made his stomach twist, an electricity flooding his every nerve. He hated how the blonde boy held such power over him.

Sander joined them, claiming the chair next to Robbe. He lifted his hands to the fire, turning them slightly to warm them. It had been months since he’d seen Sander in person, and within that short time, he could notice visible changes in Sander. He was taller somehow, his height extending the lean, taut stretch of muscle along his arms and legs. A deeper summer tan blanketed his skin. Dark color played at his roots, and the messy tresses of his hair glowed white in the fire. It was at this moment that Sander looked up at Robbe, as if he could read his thoughts. Swallowing in embarrassment, Robbe looked down immediately, busying himself again with his bottle.

“How’s your fancy art school, Sander?” Moyo asked, talking across Robbe.

Sander laughed. “It’s all good, man. You should consider it. You know what they say about art chicks.”

“Ahhh, yeah,” Moyo said, nodding. “I like those alternative chicks, man. Does your school have a take-your-friend-to-school day?”

Sander laughed again, but Robbe just felt sick. Thinking of Sander together with an equally good-looking girl at his school made him physically ill.

“That’s bold of you, Moyo,” Jens spoke across the bonfire, taking another bite from the marshmallow in Jana’s outstretched hand. “To even think one of those girls would be into you.”

“Shut up, man,” Moyo said, waving him off. “I’ve been getting girls since middle school. Way before you. No offense, Jana.”

Jana just laughed, nodding. “He’s not wrong,” she said to Jens, teasingly. “You’re lucky you even got me.”

Jens nipped at her cheek, then her neck, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“Let’s be honest, though,” Jens said. “Sander was the only one of us who had game in middle school.”

“Oh, stop,” Sander said, waving off embers from the air around him. “I was scared of girls. I still am!” He laughed. “Plus, you guys know I only hung out with you in those days. I always looked forward to those weekends at my place.”

“Dude, yes!” Moyo said, slapping a knee. “Those were the days. Playing games way past our bedtimes, sneaking sweets from your ginormous kitchen, watching our parents get so drunk that by the end of the night they were singing karaoke.”

Robbe laughed at this, memories suddenly coming back to him. He really had missed those moments, nights when things were so much easier, so much less complicated than now.

“I’ll never ever forget my mom’s rendition of ‘Jij Bent Van Mij,’” Jana said, groaning. She shook her head, as if trying to mentally erase the memory.

“Dude!” Jens said, sitting up now. “Do you remember those epic games of hide and seek we used to play? “

“Oh, yeah!” Sander said, nodding as his mouth widened in a smile. “I forgot about that!”

“If I remember correctly, I was the best at finding you losers,” Jens said cockily.

“Oh, please,” Sander said, rolling his eyes. “Robbe and I always found the best hiding spot and kept you guys looking for hours.”

The memories that had faded by time were now coloring in Robbe’s mind, forming concrete edges and fully-fleshed sequences.

Hiding with Sander, a small space. Jens heavy footsteps in the hallway. Surrounded by fabric. Coats. Then...in a warm, heart-stopping flash, it came back to him.

The kiss.

That one night, Robbe and Sander had kissed.

Trying to level his now labored breath, Robbe strained to remember. They had kissed. They had been young. And so close, close enough that Sander in a breath could lean over and touch his lips to Robbe’s. It had lasted only a second, half a second. But the memory burned into him like it had just happened. How had Robbe forgotten?

Or had Robbe manufactured that memory in his mind?

“Well, I’m calling it a night,” Moyo said, suddenly standing beside them. “I have to grab the double bed before Jens and Jana try to claim it and keep us up all night.” He laughed as Jens glared at him, hastily picking Jana up off his lap and grabbing her hand to sprint after Moyo. With laughter and yells, they were gone.

Now, deep waves of nerve were swelling within Robbe as he sat alone with Sander, the crackling of the bonfire filling the silence.

Robbe twisted the bottle in his hands, trying to grasp at a word, any words to say to Sander, who was smiling to himself.

Then, he turned to Robbe, pulling himself closer so that his knee was touching Robbe’s. Robbe looked up at him, watching Sander’s green eyes meet his.

“You’re not going to bed yet, right?” he asked with a smile. “I still need to give you your birthday present.”

Robbe could only shake his head, his throat dry. Sander stared back at the fire, still smiling.

“Want to take a walk?” he said, leaning in closer now. “I heard sea air prevents hangovers,” he laughed as he cocked a head at Robbe’s now-empty bottle.

Robbe laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I could use some non-smoky air.” Leaving his bottle on the ground next to his chair, he stood and followed Sander as he headed toward the sound of the waves.

…

Hearing Sander ramble on again was like water to Robbe’s thirsty soul. He never wanted him to stop.

But at the same time, he had to speak. If he didn’t ask, he thought he would explode. So when Sander paused, taking in the waves, he cleared his throat.

“So, uh,” Robbe said, trying to keep his voice nonchalant. “Remember when we were talking with the other guys about those nights at your house?”

“Yeah,” Sander said, turning back to him and nodding. “What about it?”

“Well, about hide-and-seek...do you remember actually playing? With everyone?”

Sander smiled, but his voice was serious. “Yeah. I always looked forward to it. You guys were my first real friends in Antwerp.”

“Those were some of my favorite nights,” Robbe admitted, remembering. “And I guess...I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay,” Sander said. “What?”

Robbe already regretted mentioning anything. This conversation could only end in humiliation, and Sander would likely never talk to him again.

But Sander was looking at him, waiting with a clear sense of eagerness, almost appearing to read Robbe’s mind.

“I just…” Robbe hesitated. He felt so stupid.

Sander stopped now, grabbing Robbe’s arm. “What, Robbe? You can ask me anything”

Robbe took a deep breath, trying to meet Sander’s gaze. He felt his hands shaking slightly.

“Well, I was just wondering if you remember...us hiding together. In that coat closet in your upstairs hall?”

Sander looked down, his mouth widening in a shy smile.

“A coat closet,” he said quietly. “Yeah, yeah, I think I do remember that. Why?”

“Did you...did we…” Robbe struggled, trying to speak with a level voice.

“Kiss?” Sander said suddenly, looking up at Robbe. He was biting his lip, hiding a smile.

“Yeah,” said Robbe, exhaling in relief now that it was spoken out loud, settling in the space between them. “When we were talking, I had this suddenly clear memory of that moment...and I was just wondering...if I had imagined it.”

“For so long after that moment I thought it was a dream,” Sander said, laughing. “Especially since I was too much of a scaredy-cat to bring it up to you again. I don’t even know how I had the guts to do it in the first place.”

“What do you mean?” Robbe asked.

“Seriously, Robbe?” Sander said, eyes widening as he laughed. “You had to know that I had the biggest crush on you back then?”

Robbe’s stomach dropped, attempting to configure Sander’s words in his mind in a way that made sense.

“Well, clearly by the look on your face,” Sander said, smiling again, “you had no idea. Which is actually hilarious because I was not subtle about it.”

“You’re joking, Sander…” Robbe said, finally able to speak.

Sander turned his whole body to Robbe, face serious now. In a gentleness that didn’t match his firm stare, he spoke.

“I always liked you Robbe,” Sander said. “It wasn’t long after we came out of that closet that I...came out of the closet.” He smiled briefly at his joke before continuing.

Robbe could barely keep his jaw from dropping. Even if he hadn’t imagined their adolescent kiss, he was sure he had to be imagining this now.

“Yeah, I was obviously scared you didn’t reciprocate my feelings, so I didn’t dare to bring it up. Even when I thought you might….like me back….you were so close with Jens that it made me insanely jealous. I knew he was your best friend and I figured before long you two would realize your feelings for each other. I couldn’t stand it.” Sander smiled weakly to himself, kicking some sand at his feet. Robbe could’ve sworn there was a light blush creeping up on his cheeks. “I’ve always wanted you, Robbe.”

Robbe couldn’t speak and it was a moment before Sander spoke up again, suddenly grabbing his arm.

“But hey, look,” he said, firmly now. “Please don’t think you have to say anything. Honestly, we have to bring this up again. You’ll always be my friend no matter what. And I hate...that we haven’t been able to spend time together lately. ….Hopefully now you still want to!” He laughed, but there was a strain in his voice. A nervousness. Vulnerability.

Robbe just looked at him.

“Robbe,” Sander said again. “Damnit, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m so stupid. Please just forget it.”

He turned to start walking back up the beach, but Robbe grabbed his arm before he could escape the closeness.

“I don’t want to forget it, Sander,” he said, his voice only capable of a near-whisper.

“What?” Sander said, turning back to him and closing the distance. “What did you say?”

“I said,” Robbe said, louder now, “that I don’t want to forget it. Our kiss...or this conversation.”

Taking a deep breath, he pulled Sander closer, intertwining their fingers together. Sander’s eyebrows rose, but only for a second before he squeezed his palm to Robbe’s.

“Do you know how long I’ve liked you Sander?” Robbe said, hoping he could finsh before his nerves gave out. “I’ll tell you it was long before that closet.”

Sander laughed, his eyes looking wide and misty as Robbe stared deep into them. “Are you messing me, Robin?”

“Oh,” Robbe groaned, extracting his hands from Sander’s to cover his face in embarrassment. “Only you call me that and I wish you wouldn’t.”

He felt Sander’s breath against his hands as Sander gently pulled his hands away and replaced the touch with his palms cupped against his cheeks.

“You’re my Robin,” Sander whispered, ever closer now. “Should we go find another closet, or…?”

“I’m not going back into the closet,” Robbe said, laughing. “But I will take that kiss, if you’re offering. You know, as a second birthday gift. I mean, I haven’t forgotten that you still owe me a real one.”

“Oh, I’m definitely offering a kiss,” Sander said, laughing. “I’m offering on your birthday. And the day after your birthday, and the day after that.” Then, Sander was kissing him.

And even if that first kiss had been a dream, Robbe couldn’t have dreamt a kiss as good as this one. Lips and breath fitting together, Sander pulled Robbe closer, tangling his hands into his hair, losing himself completely in him.

“Aaaaand the day after that,” Sander said, following his words with another kiss before pulling away.

“And the day after that.” Robbe’s eyes fluttered, whining at Sander’s teasing. “That okay with you, Robin?”

“That’s okay with me.” He smiled into Sander’s next kiss.

Better than a dream.

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mauserfrau · 4 years

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Not Rhack Wednesdays! On Thursday [5]

Not that there’s anything wrong with Rhack, but variety is the spice of life!

It’s that time again already! And goodness, have we got a Valentine’s special for everybody. ...of course I personally just ended up posting more “Eyeshine” (a/k/a the Calypso Equations). I’ve got two more uploads to go one that and I’m finally done. I think. It’s actually been drafted since October, but I’ll talk more about the holdup when I get there. [All tags now in effect, so please read them]

Onto something seasonally appropriate! “A Jolly Good Breakfast In Bed” by @ MichellesPenScratchz ! This was actually one of the earlier Borderlands one shots I read. It’s so u absolutely charming! And I don’t know about the audience, but it certainly made me hungry for things that don’t exist, but anyway. Really feel like this captured the spirit and joy that is Wainlock.

But that’s not all! “Friends to Fire” is back as “Tales of the Risky Venture Launch”! I’m so excited for this. The Tales gang carrying on between Tales and 3? Absolutely. With Rhysha, of COURSE.

And oh goodness, I know this one’s been making the rounds, but did you get a looksee at “The Coronation of Tyreen Calypso” by darkmagicdrag0n ? You know, something I really enjoy about fanfiction is seeing other people use their magic to fill in important moments that aren’t included in a piece of fiction, and this sure hits that spot with some very cool aesthetics too.

If you’d like your fic featured on Not Rhack Wednesdays On Thursday, the only requirement is that it not be Rhack. Calypso Twins angst is not required, but a plus. Give me a jingle or @ me or whatever works for you.

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closetfanfictionauthor · 4 years

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5 times lily was jealous of james because she was in love with him and the 1 time she finally realized it

i hope y’all enjoy lemme know your thoughts i always read your tags :)

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It happens for the first time in sixth year when Lily catches James helping Henrietta Blackstone on her broom-riding technique. She’s on her way to the Quidditch Pitch looking for Sirius of all people when she sees the two of them on the field. Alone. Henrietta has her legs on either side of the broom and a death grip on the handle. James has his arms around her, his hands on Henrietta’s as he corrects her grip. Lily sees him whisper something into her ear, and really he can’t avoid it with the way he’s standing.

Lily feels a tightness in her chest at the sight of the two of them, but she assumes it’s because she’s out of shape and not because it has anything to do at all with the sight of James wrapped around another girl. James is her friend, and he has a right to be wrapped around whoever he wants, it’s no concern of Lily’s.

At least that’s what she sternly tells herself.

Henrietta is turning red in the face and staring up at James with wide eyes as if he’s her hero and something about it puts Lily in a foul mood. She can feel herself scowling and she knows the minute someone so much as breathes wrong around her, she’s going to bite their head off.

“James!” she snaps as she marches towards them across the field. Both Henrietta and James jump at the sound. James turns towards Lily, his face immediately lighting up with a smile that crinkles his eyes at the sight of her. His reaction mollifies Lily, although she would never admit it to anyone.

Henrietta, on the other hand, rises slowly in the air. She lets out a squeak of alarm, her hands turning white as she grips the handle of the broom. At the sound, James turns around and jumps, grabbing hold of the end of the broom and pulling Henrietta back to the ground. Lily can’t help but stare at James’s lanky frame as he stretches and his back muscles bunch up from the exertion and his shirt rides up, showing a sliver of his lower back.

But only because she’s making sure he doesn’t get carried away with Henrietta, forcing her to rescue both of them.

“Have you seen Sirius?” Lily asks once Henrietta is safely back on the ground. She ignores the way James puts his arm around Henrietta and how much she tenses at the sight of it.

“No,” James says with a frown. “But I doubt he’d be hanging around an empty Quidditch Pitch. You’d be better off checking the kitchens.”

“Kitchens. Kitchens,” Lily mutters to herself and with a sigh says, “Alright, thanks.”

She spins on her heel and marches away, her head held high on the way to the kitchens to look for Sirius Black. She definitely only stops at the edge of the pitch to make sure Henrietta is okay and not for any other reason.

James pretends he doesn’t see Lily glaring daggers at them although he can’t help but feel delighted at the sight of a jealous Lily Evans.

The second time it happens, Lily is in Hogsmeade with the girls and they’re tromping into the Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeer and Lily catches sight of James at the bar, a glass in his hand, the pretty barkeep, Rosmerta blushing as she talks to him. She comes to an abrupt halt in the middle of the only path into the bar and sends her friends crashing into each other as they all walk into her back.

“For fuck’s sake Lils, my nose!” Dorcas exclaims from right behind Lily. She’s far too short to see around Lily’s tall frame in the crowded bar.

“What’s the holdup?” Marlene barks from her spot at the back. She’s bobbing up and down on the spot, trying to see around her friends to the problem with no success.

“James, it’s so good to see you!” Andromeda Black yells out, oblivious to the inner turmoil that Lily is experiencing. She pushes her way out of the middle of the group and strides towards James at the bar.

“Dromeda, what a surprise!” James exclaims and throws his arms around her. Rosmerta takes this cue to move onto other patrons who need her attention. “How’s Ted?”

“Ted is doing good, the family’s not too thrilled about my choice of partner, but what can you do?” Andromeda shrugs. She holds James at arm's length and looks him up and down. “What a handsome young man you’ve grown into, not the little eleven-year-old with limbs too long for his body anymore now are you?”

“I know the ladies just can’t seem to stay away,” James lets out a long-suffering sigh. Lily thinks if she clenches her jaw any harder, all of her teeth will break. Meanwhile, Dorcas and Marlene are watching Lily struggle to keep her face relaxed. To anyone unfamiliar with Lily, they might think she is completely at ease, but Marlene and Dorcas are watching the way Lily’s jaw is working as if she’s chewing on a tough piece of meat.

“I swear one of these days she’s gonna snap,” Marlene whispers to Dorcas as she stares at Lily in fascination.

“For God’s sake woman don’t say anything she might eat us,” Dorcas hisses back.

“Is there something you’d like to share?” Lily snaps, turning on them, eyes narrowing.

“Oh look, there’s an empty table over there!” Dorcas exclaims and before Lily can say anything, she drags Marlene off to claim a spot.

“Come on, Dromeda, the girls found a table,” Lily interrupts the reunion between James and Andromeda and tugs on her arm. “James looks a little busy with dear old Rosmerta, we should let him get back to it.”

She can’t keep the bite from her words. Lily has never had a problem with Rosmerta before, but suddenly she finds the woman incredibly irritating for reasons she is more comfortable not examining. She misses the look that passes between James and Andromeda and heads toward Marlene and Dorcas.

“She’s a little slow on the uptake, isn’t she?” Andromeda mutters to James before following Lily.

No one mentions the fact that Lily spends the rest of their time seething, glaring daggers at the back of James’s head as he laughs (loudly) at the things that Rosmerta says. No one comments when the light bulb hanging over them explodes.

“Don’t you just hate loud places?” Lily grumbles when they finally leave. She finds the biting winter wind that hits her when they exit the Three Broomsticks to be refreshing to her burning skin.

“I thought that was one of your favourite things about the Three Broomsticks?” Andromeda comments, as she tromps through the piles of snow shovelled to the side.

“No, I hate it, you can’t hear anything that anyone is saying unless you’re right up in their face,” Lily goes on, the image of James’s face only centimeters away from Rosmerta’s flushed face and sparkling eyes.

“If you ask me, I think that’s just an excuse to get close to someone,” Andromeda continues on, ignoring the look of thunder on Lily’s face. This only sends Lily stalking off at a quick pace, leaving her friends behind.

It's in the middle of the summer when Lily has a good day with Petunia that the two of them go out for coffee. At this point in the many years that Lily has known James, it feels as if she has a sixth sense when it comes to his presence. She knows he’s there before she’s even laid eyes on him.

When she walks into the coffee shop with Petunia, she can immediately tell that James is there before she’s even seen him. It’s as if there're magnets attached to the two of them, she has no trouble locating him in the small shop. But the smile on her face dims when she catches James, coffee in hand, leaning against the counter laughing with the pretty barista on shift.

There’s nothing to suggest there’s anything going on between the two of them, absolutely nothing to show that there’s anything other than a friendly conversation going on and yet Lily can’t stop the jealousy she feels in her heart, because it is jealousy what she’s feeling. She hates to admit it to herself, and she’ll never admit it aloud to anyone, but she can’t deny that she feels territorial when it comes to James.

But she’s convinced it’s only a friendly territoriality that she feels. She feels the same way regarding Marlene and Dorcas is what she’s told herself.

(Although she has never felt this way about either of them, she refuses to think about that.)

She just doesn’t like to share what she considers to be hers.

Lily’s too wrapped up in thinking about how much she dislikes that James is giving someone the smile he always saves for her. She never stops to question why James is getting coffee in a shop that’s only ten minutes away from her house when he lives in Godric’s Hollow, which is several hours away.

At the sound of the bell on the door, both James and the barista turn towards Lily and Petunia. James can’t hide the look of pleasure on his face at the sight of Lily, and Petunia is confused as to why her sister has suddenly become so tense.

“Lily!” James cries and before she can do much else, he’s wrapped her in a hug. She can’t stop herself from melting into his chest or inhaling his smell as her arms wrap around him before she can think twice. Lily tries not to think about how much she enjoys pressing her face into James’s chest. She tries not to think about how warm and solid he feels or how deliciously large his hands are.

(She is unsuccessful.)

“I can’t believe I ran into you here!” James says excitedly. Lily’s head is all fuzzy from the feel of James and the smell of soap coming from him; she never thinks that the odds of him running into her at a coffee shop in her neighborhood are actually high.

Petunia looks between the two of them, a thoughtful look on her face as she considers the reaction of her sister before asking, “Lily, who’s this?”

It’s this that snaps Lily out of her trance and she pulls herself out of James’s arms as if she’s been electrocuted and clears her throat, embarrassed. “This is my close friend James,” Lily says, and she hates how breathless her voice sounds.

“James? You mean that boy you spent years swearing you were gonna throw into the lake for the squid to eat?” Petunia asks, confused.

“The one and same,” James agrees cheerfully, his arm around Lily’s shoulder as he holds her to his side. The confusion is clearing from Petunia’s face the longer she looks at the two, and Lily prays that her sister won’t say something insensitive.

For once in her life, Petunia keeps her disgust and disdain over the Magical World in check and is actually civilised, much to Lily’s surprise.

“Say Lils, since I’ve run into you, are you busy the rest of the day, I was thinking we could do something together?” James asks, grinning down at her. Lily can feel rather than see Petunia stiffen next to her, and it’s not even a choice she has to think about.

“Sorry, I can’t today, I’m spending the day with Petunia, but if we run into each other again, then for sure,” Lily says apologetically, ducking out from under James’s arm and linking hers with Petunia. “Besides, you seemed like you had plenty to do before we came in.”

But when Lily looks behind James to the barista, she finds the girl playing with Sirius’s hair. James presses his lips together to keep himself from laughing at the deepening blush on Lily’s face.

“You mean Sirius’s current summer fling?” James asks as innocently as he can.

“I-well-yes-I didn’t see him-” Lily stutters before Petunia comes to her rescue.

“We really have to go, we have a busy day ahead of us,” Petunia says, and before Lily can recover from her failed display of pettiness, Petunia has their orders and steered them out of the store. Lily pretends she doesn’t see the smug look Sirius throws her way.

“Didn’t you say that James boy lived in Godric’s Hollow?” Petunia asks as she takes a thoughtful sip of her chilly drink.

“He does,” Lily says, surprised that Petunia remembers such a minor detail about James.

“That’s far from here isn’t it? I wonder what he was doing getting coffee so far from home?” Petunia says nonchalantly, her eyes glued to her sister's face.

“Like he said, visiting Sirius’s summer fling,” Lily says with a shrug.

“Funny, I don’t recall ever asking a friend to tag along when I’ve hung out with Vernon,” Petunia pushes but Lily doesn’t respond.

James has always been a popular guy with the girls at Hogwarts but Lily has never realized exactly how much until the day Gryffindor wins their first match of the season in her last year and the girls crowd around James, stars in their eyes.

Lily spends the entire game with her heart in her throat, her eyes glued to James as he swerves and dives around the other players. She can’t help but gasp every time it looks as if he’s about to fall off his broom and can’t help but grip the stands when a stray Bludger collides with James’s broom and sends him spinning out of control.

When the team wins the game, Lily’s fighting against the crush of people to get to the fields to congratulate James, only to find him already surrounded by a mob of girls with the same idea in mind. James can’t help but beam at everyone around him as his teammates clap him on the back for a well-played game before heading off to the castle to celebrate.

Some of the excitement begins to seep out of Lily as she watches him accept praise from everyone surrounding him. James gives a word of thanks to every compliment on his well-earned win, blushing a light pink at some compliments he is given.

And Lily can do nothing but stand at the fringes of the mob away from everyone, watching him bask in his glory. She isn’t sure when it happened, but James has become one of Lily’s closest friends, someone she confides in for everything instead of sighing in irritation over how disruptive he can be. She does not want to lose him, but with so many people vying for James’s attention, she isn’t sure he feels as close to her as she feels to him. Suddenly she is trying to blink tears out of her eyes as she thinks about the fact that she is the only one between the two of them who feels this way even as her stomach tightens with jealousy at the warring idea that there is someone out there who is closer to James than she is.

She tries not to think about the fact that her sadness is rooted in something a lot deeper than just platonic affection for James. She turns to make her way back to the common room on her own and has only gone a few metres when she hears her name yelled from behind her.

James is jogging towards her, his broom slung over his left shoulder, his right hand raised in a wave to catch her attention.

“Did you enjoy the game?” he asks Lily once he’s caught up, beaming down at her, sweat still gleaming on his forehead, James’s normally chaotic hair lying flat on his head.

“I-yes,” Lily stammers as the two of them resume walking back to the castle. The rest of the school is streaming back to their respective common rooms around them, but as far as she is concerned it might as well just be the two of them walking in that moment.

“I saw you waiting for me, sorry it took me so long, it’s hard to shake people off after you win a game,” James says to her, leaning in and lowering his voice so the surrounding people can’t hear him. Lily tries to ignore the flutter in her stomach or the way her heart is racing, telling herself it’s just the leftover adrenaline from the game. But she doesn’t have a ready excuse for why she can’t look away from James’s hazel eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to drag you away from everyone, I was just going to congratulate you,” Lily says, her hands twisting in her scarf.

“Nonsense I’d rather be around my favourite person,” James says looking down at Lily. There’s something tender in his expression that Lily doesn’t know what to do with, so she looks away before she embarrasses herself like giggling.

Or, heaven forbid, swoon.

James pretends he doesn’t see the satisfied look on her face as Lily determinedly avoids eye contact, but says nothing.

It isn’t that Lily has never thought about her future; she thinks about it constantly. She knows that once she graduates from Hogwarts, she’ll go into the Auror department at the Ministry to help fight Voldemort and join the Order. She knows that it’ll be hard work and she’ll probably have to distance herself from her family to keep them safe. She knows that they will eventually defeat Voldemort and live happily ever after.

But Lily isn’t sure of much else.

Marlene talks about how she wants to work in the International Relations department at the Ministry one night while the girls are sitting around the roaring fire and almost everyone else has gone to bed. She dreams of falling in love in a different country, maybe Italy, maybe Paris, maybe Egypt, she’s not picky. Lily can hear the wistfulness as Marlene talks about wanting children and being so in love it grosses everyone else out.

Dorcas has a look in her eye as she listens to Marlene talk that Lily doesn’t know what to make of. When it’s Dorcas’s turn she only says that she thinks she might like a small cottage in the countryside with little children running around and vegetables in their backyard. She says that she’s not sure what she wants to do for the rest of her life, but she wants to be happy.

And when it’s Lily’s turn, she isn’t sure what to say. She hasn’t thought further than the defeat of Voldemort because she assumes it’ll take so long to achieve that by the time it happens she will have had time to figure out the rest. She doesn’t know if she sees children in her future; she doesn’t know if she sees a husband.

(Although her daydreams contain a figure that looks an awful lot like James Potter, but she would rather mow her lawn with scissors before admitting that to anybody.)

“I don’t know if I’m suited for marriage and domestic life,” Lily says with a sigh. “I like my own company and space too much, I don’t think there’s anyone I like enough to build that kind of life with.”

Lily’s staring into the fire and misses the look that passes between Dorcas and Marlene at her words. Lily may have convinced herself that she feels nothing but platonic affection for James but she doesn’t see her face the way everyone else does when James is in the room, she doesn’t see the way her eyes are always flashing to him or the way they follow him when he moves.

“I wonder where Sirius will be ten years from now?” Marlene wonders out loud, her voice almost too loud for the quiet common room.

“Probably in prison,” snorts Dorcas. “That boy gets into far too much trouble for his own good.”

“You’re absolutely right. I’m willing to bet money James will be married with five kids in ten years if not less,” Marlene goes on, glancing at Lily who’s trying to hide her frown.

“I reckon his wife will be an absolute supermodel, a tall blonde,” Dorcas says, nodding in agreement. She can see Lily shifting uncomfortably in her seat at the prospect, but says nothing.

Lily can see the image vividly in her mind's eye and she doesn’t like it. She aggressively dislikes the image of James married to a beautiful woman, looking at her adoringly, a special smile only for her. Her hands curl into fists without her notice when she thinks about children that look like a mix of James and someone else, and she can’t help but scowl at her friends.

“Someone as handsome as James, I can definitely see him with a Veela,” Dorcas goes on nodding.

“And he’s such a gentleman to boot, who wouldn’t want to snap him up,” Marlene gushes, fully aware of how quickly Lily’s mood is souring.

“I think I’m going to bed, I’m absolutely exhausted,” Lily announces, cutting the discussion short. Before Dorcas and Marlene can say anything else, Lily is taking the stairs to the girls's dorm by twos, leaving her two friends alone.

“How much longer until she finally gets her head out of her arse and realizes she’s half in love with Potter already?” Dorcas asks, shaking her head at the empty couch.

“Can’t be long now, Lily can’t possibly be that daft to what she feels,” Marlene says.

“I think you underestimate how much of a dumbass she is.”

Lily’s world is shattering around her.

“Did you hear Katie Hodgins asked James out on a date?” the girls around her whisper to each other.

“I heard he said yes and they’re going for lunch at the Three Broomsticks,” another girl replies, nodding her head.

Lily stares at the wall next to her in the common room and blinks blankly at the news. The ground feels as if it will drop out from under her any second. Her stomach is turning at the news that James is going out on a date and she feels as if the next time she opens her mouth, she will vomit.

The very idea of James going out with someone feels so wrong and repulsive to her, it’s as if it defies the laws of nature. James cannot possibly be going out with anyone. It disrupts the order of everything in Lily’s life. She refuses to think about the fact that she may have to share James’s time with someone else, that they will have to spend less time together because he’ll be devoting his attention to his girlfriend.

The very word leaves a rotten taste on her tongue.

Lily can’t stop her face from twisting in disgust, and Marlene, who’s reading in the chair right across from her, raises her eyebrows and asks, “Something wrong, Lils?”

“I believe hell has frozen over Marlene,” Lily declares distractedly. Her face feels flushed, in fact her entire body feels uncomfortably warm, as if she’s suddenly running a fever.

Lily can’t stop thinking about how she’ll force herself to act glad to see James with someone else, to endure his affection being aimed at someone else, to listen to him call Katie Hodgins irritating pet names without wanting to peel back her own skin. Her thoughts are in such a scramble Lily can barely form a coherent sentence.

It feels fake. Her James cannot possibly have agreed to go out with Katie Hodgins.

And that’s when it hits her.

Her James.

“Oh no,” Lily whispers, her hands coming up to her cheeks.

“Things are finally clicking in that thick head of yours?” Marlene asks serenely. She turns a page in her book and continues to read as if a veil isn’t lifting before Lily’s very eyes.

It is finally hitting Lily just how sickeningly in love she is with James Potter and that she has been for a very long time. He has always been her James, even when she is deluding herself into thinking she feels nothing but friendship for him. All those flairs of jealousy she felt, the way it felt as if the sun was shining on her when James smiled at her, the way she was always trying to make him laugh.

He was her James and always had been. Lily did not want to share James with anyone, she would sooner paint her walls with nail polish than see him doting on someone who wasn’t her.

“He’s in the Head Offices if you were wondering,” Marlene says, interrupting Lily’s spiral of doom. Not once does Marlene ever look up from her book.

“I have to go,” Lily says, already on the move. She does not remember walking to the Head Offices, Lily does not see any of the paintings in the hallways or even the ground she is walking on, it’s as if her body is on autopilot, taking her to wherever James is. She has only enough presence of mind to not sprint.

Lily may be a lovesick fool, but she has enough dignity left to speed walk to the man she is in love with.

She bursts into the Head Offices, breathless, her calves cramping from their exertion, and slams the door shut behind her. James, who is sitting behind the desk looking at a Prefects schedule, jumps at the sound and looks up.

“Lils, what’s wrong?” he starts, brows furrowing in concern.

“You can’t go out with Katie Hodgins,” the words burst out of Lily so rapidly she isn’t sure if James understood anything she said. His mouth hangs open as he stares at her in confusion.

“What-”

“You can’t go out with her to Hogsmeade, I am in love with you and the very idea of you dating Katie Hodgins or kissing her or holding her hand or giving her nicknames and growing old together and having children and having - oh God I think I’m going to throw up,” Lily says in one breath. “You are my favourite person in the whole world James Potter and the idea of sharing you with anyone makes me want to spontaneously combust and I absolutely will not do it do you hear me?”

James sits in his chair, stunned, processing the words that are coming out of Lily’s mouth. Lily stands before him, her chest heaving, her face cherry red, eyes wide like a frightened animal. He puts down the sheet of parchment and walks around his table towards Lily, who looks as if she’s about to bolt.

There’s a twitch to the sides of his mouth and a twinkle in his eye when he puts both of his large hands on both of Lily’s arms and says, “Lils, I’m not going out with Katie Hodgins.”

“I-what?” she asks in confusion. “But I heard-”

“I know what you heard, but I am not going on a date with Katie Hodgins, much less marrying her,” James interrupts and he can no longer stop the triumphant grin from spreading across his face. “In fact, Katie Hodgins never even asked me out.”

“But I heard these girls in the common room say-” Lily begins, facing scrunching in confusion.

“Yes, I know what you heard the girls say darling Lils because I was the one who spread the rumour in the first place,” James announces proudly. “With Katie’s permission, of course, I can’t believe you even take anything from the rumour mill seriously.”

“You spread the rumour,” Lily starts indignantly. “But why?”

“You seemed like you were struggling to understand what was going on in that head of yours, and you were never going to listen to reason coming from anyone else, so I thought I’d give you a little push in the right direction,” James says shrugging. Lily is too busy getting ready to poke him in the eyes to notice how close James has gotten to her, or that he’s backed her against a wall.

“I cannot believe-”

“Yes,” James interrupts her.

“Yes to what?” Lily asks, distracted from the tirade she was ready to go on.

“Yes, I will go on a date with you Lily Evans, in fact I will go on as many dates as you want me to,” James tells her, coming closer still, eyes glued to her lips. James is so close Lily can see the freckles across his cheeks and smell the clean boy smell that’s specific to James. She can’t stop the anticipation and excitement she feels in her stomach at having him so close, and without thinking about it, she wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him closer still.

“Now how about we make use of this very empty, very private room, and this sturdy wall behind your back?” James asks her.

Lily’s sigh and nod of agreement is all he needs to close the distance left between them.

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