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schuministyles · 9 months

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the right time — j.f.

** not my gif **

Summary: Jeremiah's confession of his true feelings for you always seems to die on his tongue. Until one day, they finally find their way out - AKA the three times that Jeremiah tries to confess, and the one time he finally does.

Requested: request can be found here

Word Count: ~5K

A/N: jeeeez. i got carried away with this one. i had so so so much fun writing this so i hope you enjoy it!! so sorry again for the wait but hopefully this makes up for some(?) of it? i also changed up some aspects of it from the request, so i hope that's ok!!! anyways i have a few hp requests sitting in my inbox and i wanna publish them in the next week or so, so be on the lookout :)

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Jeremiah had always been a bit of a fan of ripping off band-aids. He liked the finality of it, the speed of it, the elated feeling that always enveloped him after the fact. He liked getting it done in one go and never thinking about it again. Whenever he watched Steven slowly peel his band-aids off his skin, he would cringe all over, wanting to shout at him to just be done with it.

He berated himself now, as he sat on your bed, when he couldn’t seem to take his own advice. He could never listen to his better senses when it came to you. No matter how hard he tried.

And he tried really, really hard.

He knew that he should just tell you. The confession had been boiling on his tongue for years now – after all, he had figured out the magnitude of his feelings for you when you two were only twelve years old.

His feelings, evidently, did not like the confinement either as they only seemed to grow in size over the years. It was not a mere twelve-year-old crush anymore, and he knew that. Perhaps that was why his tongue always collapsed at the weight of it, why he couldn’t vocalize it.

It was a bit ironic, really, how flirty he could be with everyone else and barely mean the sweet words tumbling out of his mouth but when it was you, he couldn’t verbalize even the most sincere, genuine feelings. His flirtatious jokes always seemed to fly right past your head as you shook them off to just be “Jere being Jere”.

“Alright, red or blue?” You questioned, holding both of your tops up. You raised your eyebrows at the golden-haired boy sprawled on your bed, his arms supporting his weight as he leaned back.

“Hmm,” he pretended to be deep in thought with a half-smile on his face. “You’re going to look smokin’ hot in either, so…” He finished with a soft shrug of his shoulders, trying his best to maintain his easy-going facade, even in this situation.

Even when he is helping you pick out something to wear to a date with someone other than him.

“Jere,” you said with a straight face to drive home the seriousness of this situation. This was not the time for jokes.

“Seriously, though,” he sat up as he ran a hand through his hair with nonchalance, “You could wear a potato sack to this thing and your date would still be drooling the entire time. In fact,” he stood up, pretending to walk towards the door, “I think Mom might have one in the pantry. I can go check–”

“Jer!” you grabbed his arm as you tried your best to smother a laugh at his antics and pushed him back on the bed. “Please. Which one?”

He pouted a little as he considered the options, pretending once again to be uber-serious about this. Without meaning to, he found his eyes leaving the red and blue tops you were holding up and wandering to your face. He took it in like he had all the time in the world.

“Red,” he said with an easy smile, which he was glad to see you return with the same ease. If this was all it took to make you smile like that, then he would be more than happy choosing your outfits for an eternity. “You look gorgeous in red. But, any guy would be lucky to see you in either.”

You grinned a little at his flattery and tried to ignore how his compliments made your stomach twist with something that you were all too familiar with when it came to Jeremiah and his sweet talk. “Well then, lucky you, you’ve won the lottery today. You’ve seen me in both.”

He chuckled as he shook his head slightly. “Yeah. Lucky me.”

And he tried his best to ignore the faint pang in his chest as he watched you turn away to face the mirror and fix your hair before going into the bathroom to change tops.

He watched you close the bathroom door and he chewed on his lip nervously – which was not something he normally did. Rip the band-aid off, he found himself thinking. Just tell her.

“[Y/N]?”

“Yeah?” Your muffled voice came from within the bathroom and Jeremiah had to lean against the bathroom door to be able to muster up the courage that he required at this moment.

“I just–” he began, looking down at his feet with one hand against the door and the other on his hip. “I just wanted you to know that…”

“What is it? Is Max here already?” You questioned and he stopped in his tracks when he heard the excitement in your voice.

He could never bring himself to admit it but some wicked, evil part of him wanted your date to go horribly. A small part of him even considered telling you to show him more options for your outfit tonight because he had simply changed his mind about the red, fully knowing that doing this would make you very late to the movie you’re supposed to leave for in a few minutes.

But he also knew, somewhere deep down, that those small, wicked parts of him could easily be triumphed by the larger part of him that just wanted you to be happy. And if someone else could do that for you, then he would let them. Every single time.

“No,” he shook his head and exhaled deeply. “No, I just hope you have fun tonight.”

You opened your door finally and stepped out with a small smile, wearing the red top that he insisted upon. “Thanks, Jere.”

“See?” he teased with a small smirk, “I told you red’s the move.” He winked playfully as he brought a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ears.

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes and walked once again to your mirror, trying to fix hair that already looked perfect. “What would I do without your brilliant fashion advice?” Maybe it had simply been the frequency of his compliments or the flirty glint in his eye every time he said them, but you had long learned not to take any of what Jeremiah said to heart. He would compliment anything that breathed with the same sincerity.

Jeremiah watched you walk out that evening with a bitter taste in his mouth because you did look gorgeous in red. You looked drop-dead stunning.

And try as he might to tell you of that fact, you wouldn’t really believe it when it came from him. You’d only believe it when it came from someone else.

—

“I am not drunk!” You yelled with finality in your tone and a stance that conveyed utmost defiance.

Well, as defiant as you could possibly look when you were clearly swaying a little with a bottle in hand and slurring your words. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Okay,” Conrad decided to humour you as he snatched your bottle out of your hands and replaced it with a cup of water. “Drink this anyway.”

“You’re no fun,” You tell Conrad with a pout and he rolls his eyes at you before continuing his deperate search for Jeremiah. All he found were more drunk teenagers, flashing lights and blaring speakers. “Party-pooper.” You accuse.

Conrad wasn’t sure when he had been put on babysitting duty but when he had seen you, drunk out of your mind, climb onto a table and start belting out Beyonce, he knew his help was needed. And though you normally got along with Conrad just fine, with him being just like a big brother to you, he knew that he needed to find Jeremiah to take you home. He was the designated driver, after all.

“Do you know where Jere is?”

“Debbie-downer.” You spat out to Conrad, who couldn’t care less about your conniving insults.

“Seriously, have you seen Jere?” He questioned again and pushed you to take a sip of your water.

“Conrad the killjoy,” you laughed at your own joke a little and Conrad sighed heavily, desperate for someone to take you off his hands.

“Killjoy is spelt with a K, you know.”

“Yeah, well, then so is Konrad.”

Jeremiah, who had been upstairs, knew at once something was wrong when he glanced at his phone and saw 6 missed calls from Conrad and a frantic text from Belly. As he made his way downstairs, he could see you standing with a pout on your face and your arms crossed like a child, with a very exasperated Conrad standing next to you. Jeremiah smiled a little at the sight of your ruffled hair and his brother’s tired look.

“What’s going on here?” He asked finally after reaching the bottom of the stairs and looping one of your arms around his neck to support you to keep you standing upright.

“Finally,” Conrad mumbled under his breath. “You should take her home. Be careful, though,” Conrad cast you a sarcastic look. “She might start spelling your name with a G.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and Conrad continued, “I’ll take a cab with Steven and Belly.”

“No, I’ll take a cab,” You interject pointedly, “You should really drive him home, Jere.”

“Alright, alright,” Jeremiah consoled and held back a snort at Conrad’s unamused expression, “I’ll drive you home first, okay? You’re my favourite out of the two of you, after all.”

As soon as you two stepped out of the house, the cold night air whipped your face and blew your hair back and you found yourself enjoying every second of it. You kept an arm looped around Jeremiah and raised the other one to cheer loudly. You felt warm and bubbly from the inside and your head was spinning in the best way possible. You never wanted this night to end.

“Shhh,” Jeremiah shushed you in between chuckles. “You’re going to wake the entire neighbourhood up.”

“Yeah, so?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “They should not be sleeping right now. There’s a party going on!”

Jeremiah looked at you with incredulous eyes and an amused expression on his face. He couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten this drunk. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten that drunk and he had some really wild stories up his sleeve. He smiled to himself as he looked down at the ground. You looked cute when you were so drunk that you had no filter. It was a nice change.

“Alright, come on,” he ushered you into the car when you finally reached it. “All arms and legs inside the vehicle, please.”

“Okay, but I’m not wearing a seatbelt,” you protested as you settled into the passenger seat. Your body relaxed instantly upon making contact with the comfortable seats of the Jeep and you struggled to keep your eyes open as sleep threatened to overcome your senses completely.

“Yes, you are,” Jeremiah countered instantly and grabbed the seat belt buckle. He leaned across your sprawled body in the passenger seat to fasten it and you suddenly could not ignore the frenzy of butterflies in your stomach. He was so close that you could feel his breath fanning across your neck and even in your drunk state, your cheeks burned at the proximity. He fastened the seatbelt with a click and straightened back out with an amused smile once again. “I see what you did there.” He smirked before shutting your car door.

You waited for him to get into the driver’s seat before pressing urgently with a furrow in your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“You really couldn’t have put it on by yourself?” He teased with his hands set on the steering wheel.

“Ugh, gross,” you groaned as you realized that you felt all warm and bubbly inside for an entirely different reason now. “I did not do that so you could do that.”

Jeremiah responded with a chuckle and a small ‘sure’, which made you eager to defend your side of the story even more.

“I’m not lying.”

“Admit it, I’m irresistible.” He mocked with an exaggerated hair flip.

“Seriously,” you clarified as you sat up. “Maybe I just wanted to smell your hair.”

Jeremiah’s howls of laughter at this innocent yet glaringly honest confession confused you to no end, as you squinted at him. You were still unsure of what was so funny about that fact. His hair did smell nice.

“Drunk you is really bad at flirting,” Jeremiah said with a playful lilt in his tone, which perfectly masked his true feelings at the moment. He wished, more than anything, that you would flirt with him for real. But he also knew that you didn’t see him that way, and maybe you never really would. It was cathartic in a way to tease you so relentlessly. It almost made it feel real to him.

“I’m not flirting,” you claimed once again. “And, you really shouldn’t be flirting with me either, you know.” You said offhandedly, not thinking much about what you were saying.

Jeremiah’s smile instantly dropped at your remark. “What do you mean?” he mustered up, already feeling horribly guilty. He braced himself for what he knew was to come – he was sure that you were about to tell him that your boyfriend had brought it up with you. Max probably felt threatened and –

“Gigi,” you said softly. “I saw you two go up into that room.” And it was true. You had seen them together and your heart had dropped. Despite the fact that you had your actual boyfriend beside you for most of the night, you couldn't help but feel betrayed at the sight of Jeremiah with someone else. You quickly pushed the feeling out of your head and grabbed the nearest drink, finding the only solace from your broken heart in your drunk state.

Jeremiah’s head was suddenly spinning as he clutched the steering wheel tighter and tried to take a quick look at you before setting his eyes back on the road. He tried to dismiss the thoughts in his brain that were ecstatic at the faint jealous tone in your sentence.

“No, no,” he shook his head. Jeremiah desperately tried to find the words to tell you that Gigi and him had only talked – how he had made it clear that he wasn’t looking for anything romantic with her. “Gigi and I–”

“It’s fine, Jere, really,” you affirmed as you tried to shoot him a small smile. “You don’t have to lie to me. I just… We’re both with different people now and you’re my best friend so maybe you and I should just… dial it back a little, I don’t know.”

Just as quickly as those ecstatic thoughts had rushed into his head, they now fled. It became clear to him now that this was about Max. You were not jealous. You probably didn’t care about him and Gigi at all. He tried to regain his composure as he cracked a small smile.

“Yeah,“ he agreed quietly. “Your boyfriend probably thinks I’m in love with you or something.” He tried to joke but the attempt was weak at best.

“Yeah,” you half-smiled in agreement. “Gigi probably thinks I’m in love with you.” You spared a glance at him for a moment too long, causing him to look back. You cleared your throat hurriedly, “Or something.”

Jeremiah focused on the road that stretched out in front of him as he willed himself not to look back at you. It would’ve been easy to rip off the band-aid then, to just blurt out his true feelings and leave you to deal with the aftermath. He knew it would’ve been easy but he also knew that it would’ve been incredibly selfish.

With a lapse in self-control, he risked a glance at you and found you sound asleep, with your eyes shut in what he could only imagine as blissful slumber. He smiled as he turned his eyes back on the road. He was glad that at least one of you two would be sleeping so soundly tonight.

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The breakup had been surprisingly easy. The aftermath, however, had been the exact opposite.

When Max had dumped you two days before the deb ball, you hadn’t thought much of it. Your relationship was barely three weeks old and you were really only waiting for the shoe to drop. When it finally did, you felt almost relieved. You were practically yawning through Max’s “it’s not you, it’s me” routine.

That feeling of freedom and relief were quickly snatched from you when you realized just how bad Max’s timing was. With the deb ball two days away, you were left with no date and absolutely no prospects. Conrad was going with Belly already, Steven with Shayla and you didn’t need to ask Jere to know what he would say to being your escort. That guy had sworn off balls years ago.

“Maybe you could just, like, be a group of three with us,” suggested Belly with a hopeful smile plastered on her face. “Conrad wouldn’t mind… I don’t think.”

You gave her an unamused look as you buried your head in your pillows. “Do we know the same Conrad?”

“Fine, then what do you suggest?” Belly questioned as she flopped onto your bed as well. “You’re really going to go alone?”

“What choice do I have?”

“You could ask J–.”

“Absolutely not,” you countered right away. There was no way you were going to ask him, especially considering how you knew his answer already. No matter the reasons behind it, a rejection from him would still hurt.

“Why not?” Belly whined. “He’s perfect for you. I’m sure he can make an exception to his rule if you were to ask.”

You raised your head to squint at Belly. “Why would he make an exception for me?”

“You know why.”

“No, I do not.” You tried to ignore the burning in your cheeks once again.

“You’re so childish, [Y/N],” Belly sighed. “That guy’s been in love with you since you two were like toddlers.”

“That is simply not true,” you muttered, wishing that Belly would drop the subject altogether. “Next!” You announced only to be met with a groan from Belly.

After countless suggestions and exhausted minds, Belly suggested that you take the easy way out of this mess.

“Just call Max,” she whined, running a tired hand over her face. “Tell him he still has to take you to the ball and then you two can go your separate ways or whatever.”

And so, you had. You had called Max at the opportune hour of 2 AM and he had agreed before making sure that ‘there was absolutely no romantic subtext attached to this, right?’ You had scoffed at what he was trying to imply. As if.

It was that eventful night’s ingenious brainstorming which had landed you in this mess today.

The ball was about to start in five minutes and all you could do was stare at the curt text that Max had sent you a minute ago. You read over it again and again in feeble hopes that that would make it seem more insignificant – like if you read it enough times, it would somehow be less humiliating.

But the truth of the matter was that Max had bailed on you at the very last minute – literally – and your name was about to be announced, summoning you and your escort to the stage. You looked around desperately, in hopes that perhaps you could send someone else ahead of you or if worst comes to worst, slip out of the back door yourself but none of those options seemed particularly feasible. As you looked at the other side of the stage, where Max was supposed to be standing, you saw nothing but darkness.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N],” the announcer called with his booming voice. “Daughter of…” It had suddenly become hard to breathe in your flowing dress and you were sure that your makeup had practically melted off your face by now. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in. It’s fine, you told yourself, repeating it like a chant. I’m fine.

You took small steps forward, trying desperately to sync them with your breathing to avoid any disasters until you were standing on stage with a bouquet in your hand and no date by your side. You forced a smile on your face but it evidently did not look as convincing as you wanted it to as a few murmurs broke out amongst the crowd. You scanned the crowd until your eyes landed on your table, with a concerned looking Susannah and a horrified looking Laurel. Your own mother’s expression was a mixture of both.

“[Y/N] attends…” even the announcer trailed off as he peered behind the stage to check where your escort had gone.

“Sorry!” Jeremiah appeared suddenly at your side, announcing his apology to the whole crowd. “I had to use the bathroom. Had too much to drink.” He smiled apologetically to the announcer before turning to you to send you a wink. He flashed one of his dashing smiles and offered you his arm before turning back to the crowd to pose for photos. You blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“What are you doing?” you whispered to him as quietly as you could manage. You were well acquainted with Jere’s ‘no balls’ policy. Clearly, everyone else was too, as the murmurs in the crowd did not die down as he appeared by your side on the stage. They only seemed to grow, with some surprised and others outraged.

“Being your knight in shining armour, what do you think I’m doing?” he whispered back with a smug smile. He was seriously considering sending Max a gift hamper for letting him have this opportunity.

“Jere,” you began again. “You really don’t have to. Seriously, I’m fi–”

“Shhh,” he cut you off, gently tapping your arm. “Face the front and let everyone see how jaw-droppingly beautiful you look in white.”

“I thought red was ‘the move’ on me?” You retorted with a small smile. This guy really was an angel sent from above.

“You could wear anything and it would be ‘the move’,” he told you matter-of-factly with a small smirk as he kept facing the cameras. “Although…”

“What?”

“I’m sure you could wear nothing and it would still be ‘the move’.”

“Shut up!” You reprimanded with a shocked laugh. You were used to his flirting but he had never been quite as forward before. Jeremiah stifled a few chuckles as cameras kept flashing. Finally, the announcer gestured for you two to walk forward to stand on the dance floor as the last few debutantes got their time on the stage.

You took your place standing beside Belly and Conrad and couldn’t help but shake your head as Belly turned to smile at you. Her grin was so big you feared it would split her face in half.

“Told you he’d make an exception,” she mouthed slowly, making sure that you understood each word she’s intending for you. Conrad smirked silently, watching the two of you standing together. Even Steven waved to grab your attention to wriggle his eyebrows at you suggestively. You rolled your eyes at them all.

“What’s Belly saying?” Jeremiah peered from behind you at the smiling girl.

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat. “She’s just surprised you’re doing this. With your infamous ‘no balls’ policy and all.”

Jeremiah let out a small ‘ah’ as he nodded in understanding with a small smile on his face.

“So,” you pressed on with raised eyebrows. “Why are you doing this?” You bid your time with bated breaths as you waited for his answer to come. You really hoped it was the answer you wanted to hear.

“Because I look ridiculously handsome in a tux,” he joked half-heartedly. A storm was raging within him and he had no idea what answer to give you.

“No other reason?” you questioned hesitantly.

Jeremiah knew that this was as good of a time as any. He could finally just tell you. He could rip the band-aid off and never look back again. Max was out of the picture now, clearly, as he abandoned you tonight. Gigi had never been in the picture at all. He had no reasons to keep the truth from you anymore. He had always stopped himself in the past with your happiness in mind. But now, standing beside you and remembering the elated smile that you had given him when he ran onto the stage to be beside you, he was sure that he could make you happy.

He knew he would choose your happiness every single time. Only this time, he’s choosing his own too.

“And, because,” he started with a shaky breath that seemed too uncharacteristic of him. His teasing demeanour had dropped altogether. “I just… Shit. I want you to know that–”

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer boomed, causing everyone to turn back to look at him.

You kept your eyes on Jere as you pressed on. “Know what?”

“I…”

“Can all escorts make their way to the dance floor, please?”

Jeremiah sighed heavily as he realized he had run out of time. “I’ll tell you later, okay?” He squeezed your hand and pressed a dramatic kiss to it. “For now, prepare to be amazed by my dancing skills.”

Except, there was no ‘later’ that night. Jeremiah had no idea how quickly the night would turn sour for him, all because of a simple email that he wasn’t meant to see.

—

Jeremiah loved the beach. He wasn’t sure when the obsession with the feel of the sand running through his fingers or the sound of the tumultuous waves had started but his favourite memories of his childhood always included beaches.

They also always included his mom.

In his mind’s eye, he could see countless times when Susannah had been lounging on a chair with a large sun hat draping her eyes and the sun beating down on her while he and Conrad surfed in the water. He remembered how Susannah used to seat him on her lap, while Conrad ran around chasing seagulls, claiming he was ‘far too old to sit on laps’.

“Your eyes remind me of the ocean, Jere,” Susannah would tell him as she held the little boy in her arms. “They’re so blue. So pretty.” He would smile at her mother’s affection and bat his eyes at her dramatically, which always made her erupt into giggles.

He couldn’t remember when these frequent trips to the beach with his mom had become so rare. As he sat on the sand now, looking out into the ocean, he couldn’t help but smile sadly. He had no idea if he could have another beach trip with her. He had no idea how much time he would be able to have with her at all.

The sky was painted a somber gray as a storm threatened to rage in the distance. He could feel a few drops on his skin as he took the ocean in. Early mornings at the beach always held a different type of allure for him.

“Hey,” you tapped his shoulder gently, careful not to startle him.

He turned around at once, with a smile on his face. Your heart broke a little at the sight. Jeremiah had always presented himself as an easy-going guy. He was cheerful at all times, always concerned with bringing a genuine smile to others’ faces before worrying about the genuinity of his own emotions.

“Hey,” he smiled but his eyes didn’t exactly translate. They didn't gleam like they usually did.

“How are you?” you asked hesitantly as you took a seat beside him, nudging his shoulder lightly. “How are you, really?”

“Fine, I guess,” he said with a gulp and a bitter smile. Both of you sat in silence for a while as the only sounds heard were the waves in the distance.

“She loves you a lot, you know,” Jeremiah broke the silence, turning to look at you. He held your eyes as he continued. “She never stops talking about you." He shook his head fondly. "Especially when I’m there.”

You give him a small smile before furrowing your eyebrows playfully. “Why ‘especially when you’re there’?”

“She always wanted us to be together,” Jere said without thinking about it too much. He didn’t risk a glance at you as he continued as honestly as he possibly could. “I think she’s been planning our wedding ever since I gave you that rose to put in your hair when we were, like, ten years old.” He laughed softly at the thought.

“Really?” You asked incredulously as heat started creeping up your neck. Jeremiah couldn’t help but smirk at you as he could see how flustered you grew with every second.

And that gave him the strength to finally rip the band-aid off.

“Yeah,” he nodded once as he turned away to look at the water again. “I’ve been planning our wedding for much longer, though.”

You smiled at his flirting as you shook your head but when you looked at his face, your smile dropped completely. He held your eyes and your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed how devoid of playfulness they were. You gulped as you opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t find anything. You were, quite literally, speechless.

“I think I knew it at six years old,” Jeremiah continued quietly as he kept his eyes on you. It was too late to turn back. No matter the outcome, he had to rip it off. “It was pretty silly then. I was already convinced I was your boyfriend.” He smiled at the memory. “And then at twelve, when we were watching the Notebook with Mom and Laurel and your mom, I remember peeking over at you and just knowing. I knew that you were my Allie. If I had to write letters to some girl for 365 days in a row, it would be you. Every single time. If I had to hang off a ferris wheel to get your attention, I would do that, too. And I hate ferris wheels.” He deadpanned in hopes of earning a laugh from you but you sat there, dumbfounded.

“Wh–?” You tried to get out but Jeremiah stopped you. He needed to get all of this out. He took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before running his thumb across it.

“I knew that I was a total goner, though, when other guys started getting your attention and I still didn’t say anything,” he continued honestly. “I couldn’t bring myself to. I wanted you so, so bad but most of all, I just wanted you to be happy. And if Max made you happy or that creepy guy from the gas station that you dated for like four hours made you happy, then I would let them. I still just want you to be happy. And I get it if you don’t like me in that way–” he tried to clarify before you cut him off.

“You make me happy, Jere,” you managed to get out with utmost sincerity. It felt as if your heart was about to burst. “You’ve always made me the happiest. Not Max and definitely not the creepy gas station guy.”

“Yeah?” He asked as his heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a nod as your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. Jeremiah’s eyes scanned your face then, just as he had always scanned your face – with love, with patience. This time, though, he was pleased to see you scan his face the same way. And none of you were trying to hide it anymore. The band-aid had finally come off.

“Do I have permission to kiss the bride, then?” he asked quietly as his eyes landed on your lips, both of you leaning towards each other.

“Depends,” you smirked. “I need to see the wedding plans first. I don’t trust any plans that you’ve made.” Jeremiah chuckled and his breath fanned across your face. “Especially if they were made by six-year-old you.”

“You sure?” he teased. “A LEGO wedding sounds pretty nice. Six-year-old me had some great ideas.”

“Shut up,” you laughed against his lips before finally leaning over to close the space.

It was hard to think as your lips met his pillow-soft ones. He kissed you senseless as he brought a soft hand to your jaw to pull you impossibly closer. He tasted so incredibly sweet and he smelled of the ocean and mint and something so indescribably Jere – so familiar yet so exhilarating. Your hands found the hair at the nape of his neck and you tugged them absentmindedly, making Jeremiah smirk into the kiss. It would be an understatement to say this was better than he could ever imagine in his dreams. It was like a shot of adrenaline for him to be so close to you, and he found himself wondering how he survived his whole life without it before.

You pulled away when you felt the first drop of rain land on your face and he looked up as he smiled. Of course it had started to rain. How very the Notebook of the universe. He looked back down to you and smirked as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“By the way,” you smiled at him. “I knew you were my Noah, too. If there was one guy I had to keep coming back to, no matter what, it would be you. Always.”

He exhaled with relief and happiness and excitement and – quite possibly every emotion he could feel at that moment. “It’s only fitting for us to recreate the rain scene, then,” he flashed a smile as he tried to calm his thumping heart, adding a wink for good measure.

You told him to shut up for the second time that day and he dutifully obeyed. He wasn’t that interested in talking, anyway.

And, Jeremiah knew the next few months were going to be difficult. But for a moment, here with you, everything seemed alright. And he knew that it eventually would be, as long as he has you by his side.

#do yourself a favor and read this #j.fisher

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schuministyles · 9 months

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Jeremiah as your boyfriend

(The lack of Jeremiah content on this app is shocking, so I’m here to make some 🤣)

He always hugs you from behind, and it always makes you smile.

He is completely in love with you, and anyone could see it from a mile away

Conrad and Stephen tease him for being a ’simp’ but it never stops him.

Before you were saying you mentioned how dates nowadays suck, you get a text from the guy, you drove yourself to the place, you talk for two hours and then repeat the next time. You wanted a real date, where you get flowers and he opened the door for you,etc.

Jere being jere he remembers this, on your first date he knocked on your door and when you answered there he was, your favourite flowers in hand, in a dress shirt. “Will you go out with me?” He smiled. You smiled so wide you giggled, you nodded. He opened your door for you, played your favourite music, and drove you to your favourite restaurant. It was perfect. And when he dropped you off at home, he made sure you were thinking the same thing, and he kissed you on the porch.

Dates would include: movie nights cuddled on the couch, late night swims, picnics on the beach at sunset. Dancing around the kitchen whilst you both baked cookies. Going down to the boardwalk.

Whenever you saw him he would have something for you, a printed picture of the two of you, he would write notes on the back (I love you or Hi :) or I think you’re cute, etc) or a flower he’d picked. Normally small things but sometimes it’d be jewellery or his hoodie.

He Is clingy and loves cuddles.

He would def drop anything he was doing to hang out with you, he once even stopped playing games with Steven just to go hug you.

He would tell you you’re beautiful, gorgeous, hot, cute. Funny, smart, etc all the time, and what’s better is he really believed all of those things and you could hear it in his voice.

He would always put on your necklaces for you and then he’d lean down and kiss your collar bone or your shoulder.

You went overseas for a while to visit an old friend and when you came back home, he met you at the airport, and had made a big sign with your name on it. He dropped it as soon as he saw you, you ran to each other and he lifted you off the ground spinning you around as soon as you made contact. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed. It had only been 2 weeks but it felt like a lifetime.

Whenever you made out, he would always pull you in by your waist.

When it rained he’d always insist on going out and dancing in it. You’d dance and splash each other forever until you went blue in the lips and he pulled you back inside. You’d both go get into warm clothes and make some hot chocolate. He’d push the couch right up to the window and you’d sit there, watching the rain and you’d read to him

You’d often talk for so long the stars would turn to sunrise unbeknownst to the two of you.

He would teach you how to play his video games, and even when you struggled he never became irritated, he’d help you and say “it’s okay, you’re still better than Stephan.” Which always made you laugh.

You’d teach him your hobbies and you would take turns picking movies.

Often he would hold your hand and brush your cheek or push hair behind your ear.

He lived for cuddles, you’d fall asleep on his chest when watching a movie or watching him play a game, he wouldn’t dare move.

He always kissed you and hugged you when you wore his hoodies or shirts.

You liked stargazing and he’d join you to keep you company.

For your birthday he gave you a huge box filled to the brim with photos of you two together, and a necklace with his initial on it (your favourite Taylor swift song) most of the day was spent with him helping you put the photos up on your wall in a collage. And then driving around to get all your favourite snacks and watching your favourite movie.

When you got a good grade or learned how to cook something new, any new accomplishment, no matter the size. He always kissed you on your head and congratulate you.

You enjoyed cooking and often made him dinner, he’d always hug you from behind and stay there the entire time you were in the kitchen and claim he was helping. You didn’t mind.

You were comfortable being silly with him.

He would always wait to do everything with you, never wanted you to feel left out.

He’d kiss you at midnight on New Year’s.

He let you play with his hair or paint his nails, he didn’t mind.

You went to pride marches with him, you knew he was bi and supported him fully. He was nervous coming out to you at first but quickly realized that you loved him no matter what. When you hugged him so tightly and told him he never had to be scared talking about it with you.

When you were on your period He would give you a hot water bottle and but your favourite chocolate.

Sometimes he’d scare you, hide behind the door frame when you got home. You would jump and scream every time, and then you’d laugh as he hugged you. You quickly learned to get him back.

When you cried he would let you talk it out and hug you like the world was ending. He would always listen so carefully.

When he cried, which wasn’t often, you would hold him tightly. You knew he didn’t like talking about this stuff but you let him know you were there to listen anyway.

You weren’t that close to your family but the gishers slowly became family. You would go to dinner with Susannah, Conrad and Jeremiah at least once a week.

#do yourself a favor and read this #j.fisher

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King Of My Heart

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James are friends with benefits until daisies and an incident with one asshole Quidditch player stirs up some hidden (or not-so-hidden) feelings

Genre: Fluffy fluff <3

Warnings: swearing, slut shaming, mentions of sex, pranks

Since you met him in Charms class your fourth year he'd been a nuisance. In the beginning, you didn't even consider him; he was just some boy who was consistently louder than anyone else in the room and incredibly obnoxious.

Only eventually, it became obvious he'd somehow wormed his way into your heart when in the first month of your seventh year, three drinks in and one drunken kiss later, James Potter had ended up taking more than just your heart.

Your mutually-beneficial-arrangement, which has blossomed since then, is the reason you're now standing in front of the Gryffindor changing room. The boys' changing room.

You and James have this new tradition where, after he wins an important game, you'll meet him in the changing room after his teammates had left and, well, you were his reward.

Slowly, you run a hand through your hair, fixing the barrette you have pinned on one side, and then smooth your hand down your uniform. Hesitantly, you turn the handle.

Once you walk in, it takes approximately less than three seconds for you to realize you made a terrible mistake.

Inside you're met with loud, bustling, chatter as Gryffindor boys you only know by name and Quidditch positions pack their equipment and uniforms into their bags. You freeze.

One of the boys turns around, "What the bloody fuck is a girl doing in here?" He exclaims, sounding truly horrified.

Immediately, you spin around to leave but without warning another boy seemingly materializes next to you and slams his hand into the door. You almost bump into it as it shuts directly in front of you. You swallow nervously as you have no choice but to turn around.

"Y/n?" You hear your name and an immediate sense of relief rushes over you. You watch James walk in. His hair is still damp from a shower and a towel is thrown over his shoulder.

His look of confusion quickly turns into realization when he scans you and sees the small flower in your hand. Usually, when he wins you gift him a daisy and he likes to keep them all in the pocket of his Captain's uniform as good luck charms.

James's eyes then jump to his teammate and when he sees how close his arm is to your head and how close he is to you in general, he frowns, "Hey O'Conner, back it up, buddy." He says, hiding his annoyance behind a joke as he quickly makes his way to you.

O'Conner huffs but listens to James anyway. He sends you a look and then laughs to himself, "Is this your girlfriend, Potter. Seems like she has a little present for you." O'Conner looks at the daisy in your hand and you quickly hide it behind your back, cheeks burning hot.

When James reaches you, he gently holds your shoulder and turns you around. His mouth is pressed near your ear as he whispers, "Come on," and leads you out the door.

Even when James shuts the door behind you, you can still hear mocking and whistles from inside the changing room and you've never been more embarrassed in your life. You're sure James can sense how anxious you've become because he runs his thumb over your knuckles, "It's okay, love. You're just a little early. You can come back in thirty minutes and it will just be just us, like it usually is."

You stare at him and, after a moment, shake your head. You don't have to speak or explain yourself for James to understand as he kisses your forehead, "Ok, I'll see you at Honeydukes in a bit then? Pads and Moony said they invited you already?"

"Yeah." Is all you say.

James gently slides his hand down your cheeks and uses his thumb and index finger to tilt your chin up, "Gimme a smile, love?" He asks seriously.

You look into his eyes, rolling yours, but smile at him anyways. You hear him mumble something and then he swiftly plucks the daisy from your hand and, because he doesn't have any available pockets, puts it behind his ear.

When James sends you his signature smirk, you think you're melting.

"Bye Jamie," You whisper as he turns around to walk into the changing room again. The door opens and you can hear the laughter inside but they don't bother you anymore when you see a glimpse of James giving one of his teammates the middle finger as the daisy stays in his hair.

* * *

Honeydukes is known to be busy after Quidditch matches and it's especially busy when Gryffindor wins. It's a tradition that originated from James, Sirius, and Remus, and now almost everyone just comes along until it's turned into a full party.

James has his arm draped over the booth behind you as he leans against the corner. He laughs as Sirius chugs Butterbeer as quickly as possible. Your nose scrunches in disgust and Remus quickly snatches what was his drink away from Sirius's hands, "You're a pig." Remus reprimands gently and rolls his eyes.

Sirius just winks, licks his lips, and leans in to wipe the side of his mouth on the collar of Remus's sweater, to which the latter smacks him over the head and earns an amused, still muffled, laugh.

You smile. You're lost in thoughts when you suddenly feel James's fingers draw circles and various shapes on your back. It's something he does almost routinely. You turn to him, but he doesn't look back at you as his fingers find your hair and play with the strands. You admire how his hazel eyes dart from Remus to Sirius depending on who's talking. You like the way his messy black hair, now dry, is curling around his forehead and you have to resist pushing up his round glasses, which sit a little low on his nose.

You have completely lost track of their conversation and when you're pulled down to earth by a shout from another drunk student, you avert your gaze from James and instead focus on your nearly finished Butterbeer. A blush of embarrassment heats your cheeks and you slide out of the booth.

"Everything ok?" Sirius asks and the boys look at you.

You smile and lift your glass, "Yeah, I just want another round."

"Alright, love." James says, turning his head a little. You can see the daisy still hiding in his curls and your chest tightens.

You really wish you'd known in fourth year how badly you'd fall for James Potter, because maybe then you could have prevented the pain of how shitty it feels to only admire him from afar.

Pushing past a bunch of students, you go to lean against the bar as you wait your turn to order. You hadn't heard someone come up to you until you feel someone's shoulder close to yours. Because of the intimacy, you think it's one of your friends, "Hey–" You start and look up, only to jump a little as O'Conner grins down at you.

Quintin O'Conner is a rather tall, handsome boy with short, thin, auburn hair. His vibrant green eyes shine as he tips his full glass of beer with an obnoxious smirk, "Hey, stalker."

You frown at the nickname, "Can I help you?" You ask.

"Sure." O'Conner licks his lips, "Potter didn't say you were his girlfriend, so I'm wondering if you're free tomorrow night? If I'm honest, I'd love one of your good luck daisies too." His hand slides over the counter and hesitates at your hand. You shift.

James told his teammates about your daisies? You blush, "Oh um, no, those are for James." You try to explain without sounding creepy and possessive. O'Conner fakes a pout and this time his hand reaches yours and his thumb caresses along your palm.

"Yeah, but like, he's not your boyfriend is he?"

"He's not but,"

"Listen, it's pretty obvious whatever activities you and Potter do in private has caused you to fall in love with him but, clearly, he just doesn't feel the same," O'Conner now grips your hand and leans in way too close, "Y/n, if you were mine I would never take you for granted." He looks you over, his eyes more sinister than his words.

You feel like someone has just choked you. Has James been going around telling people you've been hooking up? You thought you'd agreed you wouldn't even tell Sirius and Remus? You stare at O'Conner, "How do you know that?" You stutter.

"Please," O'Conner rolls his eyes, "It's quite obvious you know? You didn't just walk into the boys changing rooms looking for Potter to have a chat, did you? Plus, anyway, Potter told us the moment you left."

You shake my head automatically as his hand grips yours and somehow leans in even closer. "What's he doing to you that I can't do?" O'Conner's lips are close to your ear now and a shiver runs down your spine. Quickly, you pull your hand away and swoop under and around him.

"Sorry, I have to go." You mumble and start to make your way back to the booth, head spinning.

"Slut," You hear O’Conner shout over the chatter and you wince, closing your eyes.

When you find your way back to Sirius, Remus, and James empty handed, they look at you confused, "What's wrong, love?" James asks, sitting up in his seat. His eyes look you over and you can tell just by his eyebrow scrunch he knows you're upset.

Sirius and Remus look equally concerned and they look towards the bar, only by now O'Conner has probably gone to bother another unsuspecting girl.

When you don't move, James is up on his feet and is making his way towards you. He holds out his arms and tries to wrap them around your shoulders comfortingly but you push your arms outwards and up so he can't touch you. You shake your head. Now, the boys look even more concerned, "Seriously, what happened, Y/n?" James whispers and crosses his arms.

You look at him and the daisy in his hair just pisses you off now, "Did you tell them?" You ask, the butterbeer in your system creating a light buzz, making your head feels fuzzy, "James, did you tell them?"

"What?" James's eyes round.

"You heard me." You hiss. Sirius and Remus look at each other confused.

"Please, just tell me what happened." James pleads in another whisper as he starts to walk towards you again, only this time you move away from him.

"Oi, Potter, next time keep your bitch on a tighter leash. She was all over me a few moments ago." You suddenly hear O'Conner taunt and your head snaps towards the sound. O'Conner's arm is swung around another girl's shoulder as he grins at you.

"What the fuck did you just say, man?" Sirius exclaims as Remus instantly holds his arm back.

You glance at James and you can see his mind racing. He's staring at O'Conner but he hasn't reacted or even moved in any way. Instead, he looks at you, and his eyes soften, "Y/n," He starts but you don't wait for an explanation and just turn around.

You've barely gone out the door when James is behind you again, "Wait, please. Talk to me." He says and his hand skims your arm. Reluctantly, you pause and let out a sigh,

"I'm so fucking mad at you, James." You exclaim.

"Okay," James's voice is calm and he guides you to turn around and look at him, "Why is that, love?" He's eerily calm, especially since he has a few drinks in him, and you're extremely suspicious.

"Why are you so calm?" You ask lightly, only a little hurt he didn't stand up for you in Honeydukes.

James tilts his head, "After what O'Conner said? Sweetheart, I'm fucking furious but that wanker isn't who I care about right now." He takes a breath, "I want to know what happened to make you so mad at me."

You glare at him, "We promised we wouldn't tell anyone about us."

James looks flustered, "Yeah? And I haven't." He defends.

You roll your eyes, "So why did O'Conner come up to me asking me about what you do to me, James?"

James looks like he's seen a ghost. He shakes his head and his hands come up to your shoulders, he’s gentle as he holds you, "Y/n, I never told him anything. Bloody hell, I'd never brag about shagging you to anyone, you deserve so much more than that."

He looks so sincere you sigh, "You think he just figured it out then?" You ask.

James smirks and plucks the daisy from behind his ear. He twirls it in front of you, "I mean this is pretty damning, isn't it?"

Your smile weakens, "Do you not like them?"

James laughs a little and his hand comes up to hold your cheek, "I love them, love." His hand lingers on your cheek and he starts to move his thumb, "Come on, let’s go back in, yeah?”

He starts to turn around but you grab his wrist, "Promise you didn't tell them about us?" You whisper, still feeling insecure.

"I promise." He reassures you. When a small bell chimes, he looks back to the door which swings open and Sirius and Remus come stumbling out.

Remus is holding onto Sirius's collar, helping him stay on his feet, "Mates, let's leave. Pads has had way too much to drink and he almost knocked O'Conner's teeth out in there." He groans. You and James look at each other, laughing.

"I'm seriously debating going back in there and punching that asshole myself." James jokes, swinging his arm around your shoulder and Sirius grins drunkenly.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Prongs?" He asks, staggering on his feet.

"Oh, I sure am." James says, smirking.

* * *

It happened a week later. All week, James had been visibly agitated after his Quidditch practices and he wouldn't tell you why.

It's Saturday morning now. Mail time. You're sitting in your usual seats: James and Sirius on one side, You and Remus on the other. James is directly in front of you and he’s been playing footsies since you all sat down. You can't hide your giggles and he can't hide his smile.

"Hey, hey, the show is starting soon."Sirius leans in after a while and smirks. James looks around excitedly as owls start to swoop in from the sky. You look at them: they look like giddy children that have just been allowed to have candy after 8pm.

"What did you guys do?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Remus chuckles from beside you, "You'll see."

You glance at him, surprised, "You're in on it, Moony?"

"Of course he is, this was a group project, doll." Sirius winked and then his eyes follow a brown owl. You recognize it as James's owl, only it isn't flying towards you guys.

"Where is your owl going, Jamie?" You frown

"Somewhere special." James says nonchalantly and turns to watch, his arms crossed as he leans on Sirius: who is leaning forward himself and resting his chin on his hand as he wears a smug grin.

You watch his owl swoop down near where some Gryffindor Quidditch players are eating, O'Conner being one of them. He's laughing obnoxiously and anger bubbles inside you.

Remus leans in to you and whispers, "3…2…1," Pause and then James's owl drops a letter in front of O'Conner. Sirius first pumps the air as James smirks.

"You sent O'Conner a letter?" You ask James, hesitantly.

"Better." He grins. As if in clock work, a loud voice booms over the dinning hall. You recognize it immediately, it's James. Well, it kinda sounds like James only he's making an exaggerated, frankly mocking, Australian accent. Quite like how O'Conner sounds normally.

James is also clearly attempting to sound more feminine and you cover your mouth in shock as James from inside the howler begins to talk, "Quinnie, this is mummy," You look at James and Sirius, who look like they're already pissing their pants with laughter.

"Hi my darling. I'm replying to your earlier letter. Daddy and I think you should get that itchy rash on your penis checked out sooner rather than later, honey. You've been a good boy and used protection, right?"

Remus snorts from next to you as you hear some laughter resound around the room. O'Conner looks absolutely mortified as his friends laugh around him. His misery isn't over as the howler continues, "Try Granny's cream every night, ok? Daddy and I hope you feel better soon, lovie. Kisses, your Mummy dearest." James ends the letter with a loud, slobbery, kiss and then the letter rips.

Sirius has his head in his arms and his shoulders bounce as he hyperventilates quietly while James looks extremely proud. Even Remus is wearing a shit-eating grin. When O'Conner looks at you all, his cheeks dusted pink from embarrassment and anger, James simply blows him a kiss and sends him the middle finger.

You laugh behind my hand, "Why did you guys do that?"

Sirius shrugged, "That bloke has always been an asshole,"

"And he was extremely disrespectful to you yesterday, Y/n/n." Remus points out, to which James nods as he eats a mouthful of scrambled eggs. You scrunch your nose at him and eat your toast. Occasionally, you'll look over at O'Conner, who looks absolutely infuriated as his friends tease him endlessly.

"Seeing his face turn that red was pretty satisfying." You point out.

"Anyways, he should have seen it coming. No one messes with my girl without consequences." He says it without a second thought and he doesn't even look phased. You on the other hand? You're extra aware of the dryness in your throat as you try and process what James so casually said. His girl? You look at Remus and then at Sirius almost for confirmation that he had indeed said it. They look a little unsure but more awkward than confused.

"Okay well, we have Potions. See you later." Sirius stands, looking at Remus and gestures for him to stand too, "Coming, Moons?"

Remus nods quickly and walks out behind him, leaving you and James alone.

You find it incredibly annoying how nonchalant James can be sometimes. "So, your girl, huh?" You ask, hesitantly.

James pauses and looks at you, something sparks in his eyes but it quickly dies as he bends his head and continues to eat, "Mmhm." His foot nudges yours a little, "You're our girl, and we take care of what's ours."

Your heart sinks. You don't want to be their girl. You want to be his girl. Instead of the girl he fucks in secret, you want to be the one he kissed sweetly in the hallway. You want to be more than just friends.

More than just fuck buddies.

"Oh." You say, your disappointment hidden behind a small smile and James perks up.

"Wanna ditch?" He asks with a smirk.

* * *

You and James like to play Wizard's Chess.

He's infamously bad at it which means you win everytime. Still, he always loses graciously and plays whenever you ask him.

You're sitting at the edge of the lake, the warm spring air hitting your skin, and the chess board Remus had gotten you for your sixteenth birthday sits in between you and James.

"Checkmate," You stick your tongue out at him as James groans.

James scrunches his brows and then, quite obviously, uses his knee to knock over the chessboard, "Oops." He laughs. You widen your eyes and try to push him on his shoulder but James just grips your wrist and pulls you into him.

He stumbles backwards until he's laying on the grass and you're hovering over him, sitting on his waist. You look at him, breathing heavily, and he looks at you.

You don't protest when James's hand curls around the back of your neck and he guides you down to kiss him. You melt into his arms. His hand finds your hair as he kisses you more passionately and for a moment you're content until James's other hand starts to tug at the buttons of your chemise. You tense and disconnect your lips, holding his hand away from your body.

"You ok?" He asks, sitting up and helping you sit in between his legs.

You can't look at him without feeling shame and embarrassment. Is this over? All because of your stupid feelings? You turn to him hesitantly and when you look at his lips, your heart hurts. Was this the last time you'll ever kiss him?

"Hey, love, what's wrong?" James asks, holding your cheeks in his hands and gently forcing you to look at him.

You shake your head and push him away, "James, no, you know I don't like it when you do that."

"Sorry," He whispers, his cheeks pink. You feel guilty.

"It's ok, Jamie. It's just," You rub your eyes and run a hand in your hair, probably messing it up, "I- I don't think I want to continue this. Us." You pause, "Not like this." You add in a whisper.

"What? Why?" James sounds confused and a little hurt, "Is it me? Have I not been good enough? I- I can learn, love." He stutters and I can't help but wonder why he's insisting so badly.

"No, you've been more than wonderful, James." You admit and then fiddle with your hands, "It's me,"

"Y/n, you're bloody fantastic." James interrupts, voice croaky.

You lower your eyes and smile softly, "No, it's because I think I've been falling in love with you." You say quietly and shut your eyes. You feel sick to your stomach.

James is not talking, he's not even moving anymore. You feel like you could vomit.

"You've been falling in love with me?" James asks.

Hearing those words, you quickly cover your face with your hands, "I- I'm sorry."

James takes your hands and gently moves them away from your face, "You're sorry?" You nod quickly and your heart pounds. Hope is a dangerous game, but James is smiling so maybe hope is worth the risk.

"Please don't be sorry, my love." James brings your palms to his lips and kisses your hand. His lips are light and shivers run up your arms, "I'm sorry. I have been such a fool." He leans his forehead on yours and suddenly, you feel lightheaded in a completely different way.

"James," You start but he interrupts you with a finger pressed to your lips.

"I didn't think you felt the same way as me," He chuckles, "I mean? Why would someone like you: someone so kind and honest, actually want more with someone like me? So, I was happy with our agreement because I still wanted to have you in any way I could. But, you love me? You really love me?" You nod and James's smile widens until it almost looks like it hurts him, "I've loved you since forever, Y/n/n, you can't even begin to imagine how happy you've made me."

"Really?" You ask.

James rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss you gently. He pulls away and smiles that grin you love so much, "I knew I wasn't as obvious as Remus and Sirius said I was." James teases and your eyes round as you lean away from him a little,

"Remus and Sirius know?"

James touches your cheek and looks at you fondly, "Yeah, about how madly in love with you I am, not our extracurricular activities." He jokes with a wink, "I think if I'd been honest to them about that, they would have warned me how dangerous it'll end up being for me, and in the end they would have been right."

You still feel like you're in a dream when you take his hand in yours and play with his fingers, "How's that, Jamie?" You whisper, simply enjoying the new found warmth in your stomach.

"Because it was absolutely torture to have you so close, and yet, so far away from me all the time." James says and you feel validated in your own feelings.

You nuzzles your head in his chest and wrap your arms around him,

"Well, you have me now." You reassure him. He sighs and holds the back of your head and for the first time, you have everything you want here in your arms. You smile against his chest, "Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend now when someone asks."

James huffs and kisses your head, "You better, love."

"And, am I your girl now?" You ask, more timidly now as you sit up and look him in the eyes. James’s hand runs along the grass as he smirks. You see him pluck a daisy from the ground and, as he places it behind your left ear, you feel your cheeks start to burn.

"You've always been my girl." He whispers and leans in to kiss you once more. You think he mumbles, "mine" against your lips again, but at that point you're too busy being lost in the moment.

And, frankly, you don't want to be found.

#mel's variety of favs #j.potter

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𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝖸𝖾𝗌?

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾?

You make your way to your seat and smile at your friend as you set your bag down. You hated Divination, but at least it was the first class of the day. You just had to smile and nod at Professor Trelawney for a mere ninety minutes, and then you won’t have to see her again until next week.

You’re pulled away from your conversation as a loud commotion catches your attention. You turn your head to see the infamous marauders making their way into the classroom.

“Good morning, boys,” you greet them with a smile as they pass you by.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter all wish you a good morning as they make their way to their respective seats.

“What about me? Don’t I get a proper greeting?” James asks, dropping into his seat beside you.

“Well you would,” you say, absentmindedly playing with your quill. “But with so many people present, I might get in trouble for indecent exposure.”

James eyes widen as he turns to look at you.

“Close your mouth, love. You’ll catch flies,” you tease.

Sirius laughs at the interaction and you turn in your seat to shoot him a wink.

“Did you sleep well last night?” You ask James, watching as he takes out a quill and a roll of parchment. You know he has an exam later today that he’s been stressing about.

“‘Course I did,” he tells you with a nod, “I dreamt of you.”

“Really?” you ask, turning your body to face him completely. You prop your head up on your hand and smile at him. “Tell me about it? Play your cards right and maybe we can make your dream come true.”

Professor Trelawney walks in at that moment and starts taking attendance.

“Sorry, love,” James says with a click of his tongue. “Maybe next time.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” you purr before raising your hand as Professor Trelawney calls your name. “Present.”

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“For this assignment, I’m going to let you pick your partners yourselves!” Professor Bartholomew announces, causing excited chatter to start up amongst the students. “Just tell me who you plan on working with so I can make a note of it. Finn?”

“Um,” he sighs, looking around the room for someone to partner up with before his eyes land on you. “I’ll work with Y/L/N if she’s cool with it.”

You nod and shrug but James shouts from his seat across the room.

“Sorry mate. She’s already partnered with me.”

“We just started picking partners?” Finn asks, confused. “I’m the first one. How has she already-“

“She’s taken,” James reiterates. He quickly grabs his things and makes his way to your table.

“Move,” he tells your seatmate before sitting down beside you with a smile.

You roll your eyes and shake your head at him.

“Sorry, Finn,” you apologize. “Maybe next time.”

Finn nods his head at you before glaring at James.

“What was that about?” James whispers to you as everyone else starts picking their partners.

“What?” you whisper back.

“That look Finn just gave me.”

“Well you did just steal his partner.” you scoff.

James waves his hand with a roll of his eyes.

“Ah, he’ll get over it. Besides, wouldn’t you rather work with me? Somebody you already have chemistry with?”

“That’s a terrible joke,” you deadpanned.

“Deny it all you want, love. You know there’s something brewing between us.”

“Well I would hope so considering we’re in potions.”

“Now that was a terrible joke.” James says, leaning his head closer to you.

“You love it.” you tell him, leaning your head in as well.

You both flinch and pull away when a loud clang rings throughout the classroom. You turn your head to the side and see that Finn dropped the cauldron on the floor.

“Oops, innit.” he says, picking it up. He casts a quick glance at you and smiles when he catches your eye.

“Mister Cole, what did I tell you about dropping your cauldrons?” Professor Bartholomew sighs exasperatedly.

“It was an accident.” Finn defends halfheartedly, still looking at you. “I was distracted.”

You shake your head at him with a smile and turn your attention back to the professor as he starts going over the ingredients you’ll be needing. You blindly reach for your quill only to pull your hand back as you feel something else.

“Sorry,” you apologize to James. “I didn’t mean to hold your hand.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “I liked it.”

“Oh. Well in that case, let me know if there’s anything you want me to hold.” you tell him flirtatiously, causing him to snort.

“I’m sure you’ve probably figured it out by now,” Professor Bartholomew tells the class. “But in case you haven’t; the potion we’ll be working on is Amortentia.”

James raises his hand.

“Yes?” Professor Bartholomew asks.

“What if we’re already in love?” James asks.

A couple of girls giggle at the question.

“I don’t follow.” Professor Bartholomew tells him.

James puts his arm around your shoulder and brings you closer. He gestures between the two of you.

“We’re already mad for each other without a potion.” James says confidently. “Does that mean we’re excused?”

“While I’m happy for you,” the professor says with a chuckle, “I’m afraid you’ll still need to participate. It wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us who aren’t so lucky. Right, class?”

A few students laugh while others voice their agreement. One or two shake their heads at you, already used to you and James’ nonsense. James sighs dramatically.

“Alright,” he relents. “If it means that much to you guys, I’ll do my work.”

You pretend to wipe a tear from your eye and start clapping.

“You’re so brave.” you tell him.

“And you’re annoying,” he says, covering your hands with his own to stop you from clapping.

You pull your hands away only to link your arms together instead, allowing you to write your notes but still be touching. You turn your attention back to Professor Bartholomew, completely missing the bashful smile James gives you.

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James was making his way back to the Gryffindor tower when a voice called out to him.

“Oi, Potter!”

He turns around and sees a boy from Ravenclaw approaching him. James raises a brow curiously, wondering what he wants. After all, he doesn’t think they’ve ever spoken before.

“Yeah?” James asks, cautiously.

“Our quidditch practice for Saturday got cancelled. Figured I’d check if you guys want the reservation before we give it to Slytherin.”

“Yeah,” James says excitedly. “We’d be happy to take it. We were hoping to get some more time on the pitch. What time do you have it blocked off for?”

“11-2.”

“Brilliant.” James says.

The Ravenclaw boy nods his head before starting to walk away.

“Why did your practice get canceled?” James asks curiously. Everyone wants to practice on Saturdays, nobody likes practicing during the week after classes. So, why would Ravenclaw give up the most sought after time on the pitch?

“Finn‘s got a date.” the boy shrugs. “Actually, I think you might know her, she’s a Gryffindor too.”

“Really?” James asks incredulously. “Huh. I wonder who it is.”

Not that James cares about Finn. Because he doesn’t, at all. But, if Finn were to start dating, he would probably be more distracted from quidditch, and Gryffindor would be that much closer to winning the Quidditch Cup at the end of the year. James smiles devilishly at the thought.

“Um, I think he said her name was Y/N.”

James’ smile immediately drops.

“I could be wrong though.”

With that, the boy turns and leaves, unaware of the existential crisis James now finds himself in.

“Alright, Prongs, these are the facts.” James says to himself. “One, Finn asked Y/N out. Two, she said yes.”

James furrows his brows in thought as he reaches the portrait.

“Why did she say yes?” he asks aloud.

“That’s not the password.” The fat lady says.

James rolls his eyes at her and mutters the password before walking in. He had hoped to see you in the common room and when he doesn’t, he gets even more dejected.

“Alright, James?” Remus asks when he finally makes it to their dorm.

“Fine.” he says, not even glancing at his friends. “I’m gonna take a shower before bed.”

James grabs a clean set of clothes and his towel and starts making his way to the bathroom when Sirius calls out to him.

“Prongs. Are you sure you’re alright?”

James turns around to face his friends and sighs.

“You guys know Finn? From Ravenclaw?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Peter says, “He’s their quidditch captain, right?”

James nods his head. He can’t explain why, but he feels so fucking stupid right now. Why is he thinking about this so much? The boys continue to stare at him curiously. Remus even closes the book he had been reading.

“Nevermind,” James says, shaking his head.

“Seriously?” Peter groans. He hates when people do that; start to say something only to change their mind, leaving the conversation unfinished. It drives him crazy.

“Did something happen?” Remus asks.

“No,” James says, turning around and making his way to the bathroom.

When he finally comes out, the room is silent and encased in darkness. He stumbles into bed and once he gets under the covers he sighs.

“Why did she say yes?�� he asks softly to no one in particular.

Across the room, Peter snores exceptionally loud. James takes off his glasses and sets them on his nightstand before eventually falling asleep himself.

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James' plate of food remains untouched. For the past fifteen minutes, since you walked into the great hall, his attention has been solely on you, like always; not that you’ve noticed, like always.

He watched as you came bounding in, not even noticing him as you made your way to your friends. He watched as you apologized to a third year, pouting and rubbing their back when your bag accidentally hit them. He watched as your eyes lit up while you talked with your friends, and how you brought your hand up to hide your smile when your mate choked on his juice.

You must have finally felt his eyes on you, as you start to turn your head to the side. Instead of catching your eye like he usually does, James snaps his head forward, choosing to stare at his food instead.

“Careful, Prongs. Any faster and you might’ve gotten whiplash.” Sirius teases.

When James stays silent, Peter, Remus, and Sirius all share a concerned look.

“I was only joking,” Sirius assures him, afraid he’s crossed some line.

“I know. It’s not that.” James tells him with a forced smile.

“Then what is it?” Remus asks.

“Fuck,” James sighs. “Apparently Finn asked Y/N out and she said yes and it’s fucking with me. More than I thought it would. Not that I care, but Finn? The fucking idiot that would blow himself up every single time he waved his bloody wand?”

James looks up from his food and sees that his friends are all staring at him wide eyed, caught off guard by his outburst.

“I take it you don’t approve?” Remus asks, clearing his throat.

“Fuck no!” James says, quite loudly. A couple students turn their heads and James has the decency to look embarrassed. He smiles sheepishly and waves before turning back to his friends.

“I just don’t understand.” he tells them. “Why the fuck did she say yes? I mean, of course she can do whatever she wants but I thought- we-”

James groans and runs his hand through his hair frustratingly. Remus and Peter get up to start making their way to their first class of the day.

“If it’s bothering you so much, just ask her.” Remus suggests.

“Just like that?” James asks sarcastically.

“Yes,” Remus says, absolutely exasperated at this point. “You asked Lily out every single day for years, you’re telling me you can’t ask Y/N a simple question? Where’s that Gryffindor bravery?”

James glares at Remus as he walks away.

“Where’s that Gryffindor bravery?” he mocks as he and Sirius start walking too. “I fucking hate when he does that.”

“He’s not wrong,” Sirius tells him, much to James’ annoyance.

“Look, she’s over there.” Sirius says, nodding his head to the side. “Just go talk to her.”

“Okay,” James says, nodding his head. He takes two steps before turning around and making his way back. “Come with me.”

Sirius rolls his eyes but agrees, following behind James as he crosses the courtyard.

“Y/L/N,” James greets when he’s close enough. “Either someone’s playing a cruel prank on me, or you’re about to be off the market pretty soon?”

You roll your eyes at him with a smile.

“Off the market? Aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves? It’s one date!” you say with a laugh.

“Alright, fair enough,” James says with a smile of his own. “Though I must say, my feelings are hurt.”

You tilt your head to the side and frown in confusion.

“I…kinda thought we had something going,” James says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You stare at him silently for a moment before you start laughing.

“What, like us? Together? Yeah right!” you say before falling into a fit of laughter again, shaking your head at the mere thought.

James’ smile drops and Sirius’ eyes widen.

“What?” Sirius asks incredulously, unable to stop himself.

“Yeah,” you shrug at him, looking between James and Sirius. “We flirt all the time, but it’s not serious. I mean, it’s not like anything was actually ever gonna happen between us. Right James?”

James, absolutely devastated, forces a smile on his face and nods.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Right.”

A voice calls your name and the three of you turn your heads. Across the courtyard you see your friend waving her arms to get your attention.

“I have to go. I promised I’d help her finish an assignment that’s due today.”

You run off to join your friend, completely unaware of the broken hearted man you leave behind. James and Sirius stand in silence for a moment, neither knowing what to say.

“That’s gotta hurt.” Sirius grimaces.

James gives Sirius a dirty look before shaking his head and walking away.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Sirius shouts after him.

James continues to walk away from him, most likely going back to his dorm to wallow in his misery.

“Ah, shit.” Sirius sighs. “How am I gonna fix this?”

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The blanket is pulled off of James and he groans, rolling over and covering his head with the pillow. A moment later, the pillow is pulled out of his grasp and tossed to the bed next to his. James groans again and finally sits up.

“What the fuck?” he shouts, absolutely annoyed.

“I’m telling you,” Sirius stresses. “You read the situation wrong.”

“How the fuck could I read the situation wrong?!” James asks. “She literally said nothing was ever going to happen between us!”

Peter and Remus stand a few feet away, watching the scene unfold.

“Yes, but she didn’t mean it like that.”

“How else could she mean it?” James asks, flopping onto his bed.

“I don’t know.” Sirius says truthfully, causing James to roll his eyes. “But if she meant it in that way, you’d know based on her tone. She would’ve been much more stern.”

“Like Evans!” Peter supplies, excitedly.

“Exactly!” Sirius says. “Lily wanted nothing to do with you-“

“Thanks, mate.” James sighs.

“I thought you were supposed to be making him feel better.” Remus says, arms crossed.

“I’m getting to that! Lily wanted nothing to do with you, and she made it known. Y/N’s never done that.”

“Maybe she was just stringing me along.” James offers.

Peter, Remus and Sirius all sigh.

“Do you really think she would do that?” Remus asks softly. James thinks it over before eventually shaking his head. He sits up and looks at his friends with hopeful eyes.

“Do you really think she likes me?”

“Only one way to find out.” Sirius tells him with a shrug.

“Um…I don’t know.” James says, suddenly nervous. Is he really gonna let himself get his heart broken by the same girl twice in one day? “I don’t know if I can face her just yet.”

“You don’t have to!” Sirius says, holding up James’s invisibility cloak. “Let me do the talking this time.”

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“Oi Y/L/N!” Sirius calls as he walks towards you.

“Oi Black!” you mimic with a smile.

“What you said earlier, did you mean it?” he asks, getting straight to the point.

“What?” you ask, not knowing what he’s talking about.

“When you said it wasn’t serious between you and James.”

“Well, yeah.” you shrug. “It’s true.”

“Padfoot, can we please get out of here while I still have my dignity?” James whispers to Sirius. Sirius shakes his head and James groans. He knew this was a bad idea.

“But why?” Sirius asks you.

“James is smart. And funny. He’s handsome. Not to mention ridiculously rich.” he lists off, causing you to laugh.

“Are you trying to tell me you fancy James?” you ask with a giggle.

“I’m trying to figure out why you don’t!” Sirius says, exasperated. “He’s a great guy!”

“I know!” you agree. “I know he’s a great guy, I’m not saying he isn’t.”

“Then why don’t you like him?” Sirius asks you.

Under the invisibility cloak, James’ eyes widen. So much for being subtle, he thinks to himself.

You stare at Sirius in confusion for a moment before a look of realization crosses your face.

“Oh, I get it.” you say with a nod.

Now, it’s Sirius’ turn to be confused.

“You’re trying to set James up with someone.” you elaborate with a smile.

“Actually-“ Sirius tries to talk but you interrupt him.

“Look, you’re a nice friend but you misunderstand.”

“No,” Sirius tries again. “You misunderstand. I-“

“I know that James and I flirt a lot.”

“Literally all the time.” Sirius corrects.

“But it’s always been like that. It doesn’t mean he likes me.”

“But I do,” James whispers to Sirius.

“But he does.” Sirius tells you.

“No he doesn’t,” you tell Sirius with a shake of your head. “Our friendship has always been us flirting back and forth but it was never serious. It’s something we do for a laugh.”

“How do you know?” Sirius asks you.

“Sorry?”

“How do you know it wasn’t- isn’t serious?”

“Well, if anything were going to happen between us, it would’ve happened by now. Right?” you ask, looking up at him.

“I mean, months of flirting,” you say with a chuckle, “One would think that if he liked me, like you say, he would’ve asked me out by now.”

“So why hasn’t he?” you ask Sirius softly, shoulders dropping in disappointment.

James hastily whispers to Sirius.

“Um!” Sirius calls, stopping you from leaving. “I thought you weren’t looking to date?”

“Where did you-”

“Isn’t that what you said to Jeffrey? When he- when he asked you to Hogsmeade…” Sirius asks, pushing his hair away from his face.

“Oh! Um, that was just an excuse I made up,” you explain sheepishly. “I didn’t fancy him, but he was a nice guy so I wanted to let him down easy. But, if James had asked me-”

James had heard enough. Looking around to make sure nobody was nearby, he takes off his invisibility cloak. Ignoring your bewildered expression, he grabs Sirius by the shoulder and starts pulling him away.

“Alright, thanks mate. I got it from here.” he tells him before making his way back to you.

“Hi,” James greets you with a smile.

“Hi.” you say back.

“So, I’m an idiot.” James says bluntly, causing you to let out a surprised laugh.

“I’ve fancied you this whole time, but I heard about you not wanting to date. So I was trying to be respectful and not ask you out, even though I really wanted to. Because I didn’t want to blow it!” He stresses.

“But I still flirted with you every chance I got because I wanted you to know I liked you. I honestly didn’t think it’d all go so wrong.” James says with a shake of his head. “Sorry for the miscommunication.”

“But, um, just to make it perfectly clear, I really fancy you.” he confesses. “And I know this is such shit timing because Finn asked you out and I totally get if you still want to go out with him-”

“I don’t.” you interrupt, shaking your head. “The only reason I said yes was because I thought you didn’t like me. But now that I know that you do…”

“You-you wanna go out with me?” James asks, pointing at himself with a dopey smile on his face.

“Obviously,” you tell him with a smile. “I think I’ve waited long enough.”

“Well you won’t have to wait a second more.” James says, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. “We’re going on our first date now.”

“Now?” you ask, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” James winks at you.

“Are we going to the kitchens?” you ask.

James stops in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He turns to you with a sheepish smile.

“No…” he says, though it sounds more like a question. It seemed like a good idea but now he’s second guessing himself. “That would be a lame first date, right?”

“Not at all,” you say with a shake of your head.

“Really?” James asks unsure. “We could just wait until Saturday and go to Hogsmeade…”

“Oh, we’re still going to Hogsmeade,” you inform him, causing him to chuckle. “But I wanna go to the kitchens with you. I hope they have cookies.”

James can’t help himself, he has to kiss you. So he does. He cups your cheek with his hand and swoops in, gently placing his lips upon yours. The kiss is amazing; it’s soft and sweet and if it weren’t for the sounds of footsteps approaching, you might’ve spent all evening kissing James in the middle of the hallway.

You pull away and share a breathless smile with James and only a moment later a group of Ravenclaws are passing you, Finn being one of them.

“Oh, hey,” he greets. “Glad I caught you. So, for Saturday-��

“You’re gonna have to take someone else, mate.” James tells him, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. “She’s already going with me.”

Finn looks between the two of you, confused. “But I thought-”

“She’s taken.” James reiterates, with a big grin.

Finn, having figured it out by now, rolls his eyes at James before going to catch up with his friends.

“I’m sorry, Finn!” you call after him before turning to look at James. “Are you going to do that to him every time?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” he shrugs, groaning when you hit his arm.

“Can you blame me?” James asks, “I almost lost the girl of my dreams to that bloke!”

“Aw, girl of your dreams?”

“What? You thought I was joking when I said I dreamt of you?”

“Honestly, yeah.” you shrug, as you both reach the painting of the fruit bowl. James rolls his eyes playfully at you as he reaches up to tickle the pear. He pulls open the door and gestures for you to go in first.

“Well just for the record, I’ve always been mad for you.” he says as he grabs a plate of cookies and holds it in front of you. You place a kiss on his cheek before grabbing a cookie and walking further into the room.

“The feeling’s mutual, handsome.” you wink at him as you take a seat on the counter.

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Could you do a young!James Potter where reader tries to ask him to be their valentines but he keeps talking over them and talking about Lilly. So reader gets fed up and asks someone else, and James gets jealous or smth?

Hypocrisy

Summary: James doesn’t seem to want anyone other than Lily. So after one point, you decide to stop trying

Requested by anon

w/c: 4,500+

Pairing : James Potter x reader, Surprise marauder x reader, marauders x platonic!reader

A/N: I’M SO EXCITED THIS IS MY FIRST EVER REQUEST AHHHHH. Thank you so much anon. Ily

Reader is an animagus here. I made her a wolf animagus (since they do exist, but I kept her marauder name as Aspen (or Penny) so really you imagine any animal)

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There was nothing you and James Potter hadn’t done together. Both of your parents were close and that meant that you usually spent time with each other. More often than not, you’d be at his house. At this point you knew his house better than you did yours.

So were you best friends? Hell yeah.

But what came with being best friends since you were in diapers?

By the 3rd year at Hogwarts, you’d fallen head over heels for the boy.

Now 3 years later, though his obsession for Lily had grown, it changed absolutely nothing. You were in love with James Fleamont Potter.

The rest of the marauders knew. But somehow, James was absolutely oblivious.

But this year would be different. You would confess. You promised yourself.

But now it’s February and you’d done nothing.

“Are you even going to ask him out n/n?” Sirius asked as you both ran to your class. As usual you were too busy pranking the Slytherins to realize that the next class had started.

“Of course I am Black! Patience is a virtue.” You both came to a halting stop in front of your DADA class, straightening out your robes.

“If he doesn’t accept, you know who to contact love,” Sirius said, fixing his hair. You shot him a look. “Way to be a supportive friend, Padfoot.”

He shrugged before stepping into the class.

“Mr. Black! Ms. L/N! Get to your seats,” your professor ordered. He was too accustomed to this by now. You ducked your head taking your seat behind James and next to Remus.

“What was it this time?” Remus whispered, eyes narrowed. Sirius turned back, a huge grin on his face. “Something special for Snivellus,” he sneered, earning a slap on the head from you. “Oh shut up! We didn’t bother Snape. We did however ensure Malfoy wakes up with pink hair tomorrow.” You informed Remus.

This time James turned around, “Bloody brilliant Aspen!” You felt your cheeks heat up before Sirius interjected. “Hey! It was my idea Prongs.”

“WILL THE FOUR OF YOU STAY SILENT FOR ONE CLASS?” your professor yelled, causing the four of you to shut up, not before you and Sirius let out snorts of laughter.

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By that evening, everyone was talking about the plan the 7th Years had hatched.

Everyone who had a date, and only those who had a date to Valentine’s were being asked to ditch class on the 14th to go to Hogsmeade. The prefects made sure that everyone knew that if anyone didn’t have a date and still tagged along, they’d be reported.

“This is your chance, you know?” Remus whispered once the news had reached the Gryffindor common room. You nodded, gulping thickly as the nervousness took over.

“You know who I’m going to ask?” James asked, eyes lighting up. “Lemme guess Prongs, uhhhhh, i dont know? Lily maybe? As in the Lily you’ve been asking since first year?” Sirius asked, feigning confusion. He was met with a flying cushion to his face as he fell back laughing.

You knew he was right. James was going to ask Lily. And it didn’t help that you’d noticed the way Lily had started paying more attention to him. Remus put his arm around you and Sirius caught your eyes as he got back up. Something flashed in his, but for the first time since you’d met him, you couldn’t comprehend it.

“Who are you gonna ask Pads?” James asked, his homework long forgotten as he stretched out his arms.

Sirius seemed to have been caught-off guard which surprised you. It was normal for him to have a plan weeks before Valentine’s day. Remus, you and Peter would just tag along as James pestered Lily the entire day and Sirius hung out with his date. Except that one time in 4th year when a cute Hufflepuff had asked you out. Though it didn’t last long, even he could see the way you looked at James.

“I-I’m not gonna ask anyone,” he said, glancing over at you. Why did he look at you? Did he think you were going to judge him?

“Well,” Remus said leaning forward, “I’m going to ask a Ravenclaw out. The one that sits next to me in Charms.” The four of you gawked at Remus. “What?!” you asked. He shrugged, “She’s cute, and smart, and I think she likes me.” You leaned back, “Well shit, even Remus has a date now,” you said, throwing your hands up. He swatted your arm, “What’s that s’posed to mean?” You shook your head laughing.

“Well uh- I’m gonna ask out a Hufflepuff,” Peter said, rubbing his hands together. Your jaw dropped. “That makes it official. Penny, you and I are gonna be left behind to study,” Sirius gagged. “Does that mean you think I have a chance, Pads?” James asked, smirking.

Sirius shrugged, “Honestly? I’d say this year? You do,” Nodding towards where Lily was sitting. You whipped your head around just in time to see her hair flying as she turned away.

She’d been looking at James.

You covered your face with your hands, leaning into Remus’s side as he gave your shoulder a squeeze.

When you peeked through your fingers, you saw Sirius giving you an apologetic look, and James just staring at Lily, with a start-struck look on his face. You sighed, getting up and grabbing your books. “I’m gonna call it a night,” you mumbled. “You alright love?” Remus asked, concern etched across his face. You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah Remmy, just tired,” you said. You didn’t dare to look back as you wished them all good night.

You hadn’t lied. You were tired. Just not the exhausted kind of tired.

Tired of watching him fall more in love with her.

You lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe. Just maybe if you got to him before he asked her out. Maybe.

You clenched your fist, shutting your eyes tight as your roommates walked in, giggling. Someone shushed them. But their whispers were still loud.

“So you’re gonna accept?”

“Maybe, we’ll see.” You felt your eyes watering.

“Dorcas, you owe me a butterbeer.”

“You bet on this?!”

You shut your eyes tighter, the tears rolling down your cheek. Drowning the girls in your room out, you decided you had to get to him first.

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Charms was the first class of the day. Also the only one that only you and James had. Sirius, Remus and Peter had a free period, and Lily wasn’t there either.

It was the one time you really got James to yourself.

“You alright n/n? You went to bed early yesterday, and you were quiet at breakfast,” James asked, placing his hand over yours, brows furrowed together in concern.

You nodded, smiling. “Like I said, I was just a bit tired is all,” you replied.

He nodded, taking his hand off, as he went back to playing with his quill.

Goddammit.

You started bouncing your leg up and down, nerves completely taking over you. Would this even work? Would he say yes? Or would it break your friendship forever? You wouldn’t know unless you asked.

You sighed. It was now or never. You cleared your throat before slightly turning to him. “Jamie”

He hummed, scribbling something on a piece of paper.

“About the hogsmeade trip on the 14th-”

“How’s this?” He asked, shoving the piece of paper he’d previously been writing on, into your hands.

You held it in complete shock, eyes wide as it scanned the paper.

It was a poem.

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Your eyes have got me mesmerized

Your smile keeps me on a high

I know you think I'm arrogant,

Full of myself, a bit too content

But believe me when I say

Your responses make my day

I’m hoping that, I can gather the guts

To ask you out, before you make me go nuts

So today is the day,

I’d like to know if you’d be my date?

On Valentine’s Day?

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It wasn’t perfect. But it was beautiful. Your heart was beating loud against your rib cage.

Was it meant for you?

Your hands were shaking, “I-”

“It’s for Lily, though I think that’s a bit obvious by now.” he laughed nervously.

You froze. Your heart dropped, and suddenly breathing became difficult. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak.

How foolish of you.

“So? How is it?” James asked, trying to duck and meet your eyes.

You blinked away the gathering tears, forcing a smile.

You looked up at him, straight into his beautiful hazel eyes. “It’s amazing James. If I were her, I would be absolutely flattered.” You said, your voice shaking slightly.

You willed yourself to hold it together, just until next period. You were free then, and so were Sirius and Remus.

James beamed. “Thanks Y/N.” He took the paper from your hands again, grinning all the while.

You turned back to the front of the class. You couldn’t focus, so instead you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the sting in your chest.

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The moment you filled your friends in, Remus engulfed you in a hug. You tried not to burst into tears, as he held you tight, rubbing his hand up and down your back, as you clutched onto his sweater. After a few moments he pulled away, reaching into his pocket to grab a few chocolates and handed them to you. You mumbled a thanks before plopping down next to Sirius, who immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and you leaned into him. You’d hugged him before, but for some reason, this felt a little different. You shrugged it off, thinking it had to do with what you’d just felt.

“You still have a few days left n/n,” Remus said, cleaning up his desk, knowing far too well that none of you were going to study now. “He won’t say yes Moony,” you mumbled, wiping away a stray tear.

“Well, you gotta talk over him y’know,” Sirius said. His voice was thick with emotion. Which? You couldn’t tell. Nor did your mind register that fact. Remus watched Sirius carefully, as you opened yet another chocolate to gulp down.

“Won’t listen,” you said, licking the chocolate off of your fingers.

“You gotta make him n/n. Make him see what he’s missing. That someone’s there that loves him. That he’s unnecessarily running behind someone who isn’t giving him a second thought.” Sirius gulped. “Wise words Pads,” Remus said, smiling softly.

You hummed. Oblivious to the conversation both the boys were having with their eyes.

“Alright, I’ll try just twice more,” you declared, sitting up straight, looking at both the boys. Remus gave you an encouraging smile, but Sirius wouldn’t even look at you. Again, filled with emotions of your own, you didn’t think much of it.

You flipped open your books, and started scribbling. You had the entire day left to try. The last day to confirm was the day after, so you had time.

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The Gryffindor common room was often quiet in the afternoon, and it was usually the perfect place for you to get away from the craziness of it all. The silence was comforting more often than not, but today it only allowed your thoughts to grow. You shook it off, trying to enjoy the peace while you could.

The boys could be a handful sometimes.

However, you were surprised when Sirius stepped through the painting. “Hey,” he said softly, dropping his bag onto the couch before sitting in front of you. “Hey?” You responded, confused. He shrugged, before taking out his books and a quill and started writing.

You smiled softly. Him being here surrounded you in a weird sort of comfort. You took advantage of it, trying to focus on your homework.

That was until he came barging into the room.

“Evans just rejected a Ravenclaw! I’d say I’ve got a good chance,” he cheered before plopping down on the couch, arms outstretched. You and Sirius looked at eachother. Yet again, that look was back. The one you couldn’t read.

But just like that it was gone again, a smirk on his lips as he pointed to James with his thumb.

Your eyes widened.

But he was right and you knew it.

“James, I was thinking, for Valentine’s-”

“I should get Lily flowers! I’d love getting a card or flowers, though I think she would prefer roses,” James smiled. “Bloody genius n/n,” he grabbed his bag and just like that he was running out again.

You blinked a few times.

“Did he just- cut me off? A-Again?” You asked, your voice filled with hurt.

Sirius was next to you within seconds. “Well you know what to do now. You get him a card. He can’t cut you off then right?”

You looked at him, the words registering in your mind as you nodded slowly. “Yeah, yeah that’s-” you looked at your books. “You know what? Fuck this,” you shoved all your books into your bag, “I’m gonna get James a card,” you said standing.

“N-now?” Sirius asked, surprised.

You nodded, quickly bending down to kiss his cheek. “Bloody brilliant Siri.” And then you ran out.

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“James!” you called out running up behind him in the halls, one hand behind your back.

He spun around smiling, wrapping his hand around your shoulders once you reached him.

“Sorry, I’ve been so caught up trying to figure out what to get Evans that we haven’t really hung out,” he said.

You ignored the pang in your chest.

Third time’s the charm.

“Uh- about that James,” you handed him the card, revealing it from behind your back.

He stared at the beautiful handwriting.

You’d just drawn a bunch of hearts and written:

Will you be my Valentine?

In perfect cursive too, which was saying something, because you didn’t know cursive. At all.

He stared at it for a few seconds, your heart beat getting so loud and fast that you were sure he could hear it by now.

But when a grin broke out on his face, you calmed down.

Sirius was a gen-

“You’re the best, best friend ever Y/N!”

What?

“I-”

“This is just what she would like! I owe you a big one!” he said, engulfing you in a hug. Though his body was warm, the hug felt as cold as ice. It felt like someone had ripped your heart open.

Your eyes watered. “No James I-”

“It’s perfect n/n. Thank you,” he said pulling away, eyes scanning the card again.

You felt sick, the tears spilling over.

“I’m gonna give it to her ok? See you later,” he said, running off.

He hadn’t even looked at you.

A sob racked your body, your legs giving in. How was he so goddamn oblivious?

But you never hit the ground.

Strong arms wrapped around you, the smell of honey and cinnamon enveloping you. They lowered you gently to the ground. “I got you love,” he whispered.

Sirius.

You curled into him, sobbing continuously and uncontrollably. You could hear people whispering all around you, but you couldn’t care less. “What is this ruckus?” came a strong feminine voice. “Goodness,” you heard her whisper. You didn’t open your eyes, and yet the tears never stopped flowing. Sirius’s sweater was wet now, and above all else, guilt creeped up on you. Why did you always allow him to pick up the pieces? Plus he liked this sweater a lot and now you were ruining it. You clenched your eyes tighter, trying to let the cinnamon scent calm you down.

“Everyone scram! Go on, get back to your classes!” she yelled.

You fisted Sirius’s sweater, as he ran a hand through your hair. “Mr.Black, take her back to the Gryffindor common room, I believe she requires yours and Mr.Lupin’s attention. You three are excused from classes today,” She said softly.

God bless you Professor McGonagall.

“Thank you Professor,” Sirius responded. He brushed the stray hair from your face. “Love, let’s get you out of here yeah?”

You couldn’t open your mouth, not trusting your voice, so you just nodded, finally opening your eyes. He helped you up, nodding once to your professor as you both walked back to the common room.

His hand never left your shoulders.

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You were curled up on your bed, staring at your wall blankly, when Sirius came back with Remus. Both the boys’ pockets were full of chocolates, and Sirius was carrying his favorite sweater. The one which was also your favorite sweater. You sat up, taking it from him and slipping it on. James called it your “breakdown” sweater.

The James that would never be yours.

Your eyes overflowed with tears again, and you tugged your knees closer to you.

Remus quietly climbed onto your bed, wrapping his arms around your shaking frame, and Sirius sat at the edge of your bed, watching with concern. You didn’t say anything. Not when Remus excused himself to go keep James busy.

Not when Sirius took Remus’s place, pulling you into him. Not when he took out your favorite novel and started reading.

Not after you started drifting off, when Sirius placed a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering good night and slipping away. Not when everything in you told you to reach out and ask him to stay.

Not when you realized you still had his sweater on, and he hadn’t even asked for it back.

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You were awoken by the smell of butter on toast. And chocolate.

“Remus it’s too early,” you mumbled, burying your face in the pillow.

“Breakfast’s done already. Do you know what kind of excuses Sirius and I had to come up with?” Remus chided, shaking your shoulder gently.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, turning to face him. “I’m sure he didn’t even ask,” you grumbled, pushing the hair out of your face. Remus frowned at that. “Of course he did. Sure he might be a prick for not seeing the obvious but you’re still his best friend. He still cares,” he reached into his pocket, taking out a piece of paper.

“He wanted me to give it to you, since he’s got class,” he held it out to you. You stared at it for a few seconds before slowly taking it from Remus’s hands and sitting up straight.

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Hey, hope you’re doing alright? The boys told me you’re down with a bad cold. Sorry I can’t come now, you know how it is with charms yeah? I promise I’ll come meet you as soon as I can.

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You huffed, crumpling up the paper. The audacity! Remus shook his head, handing you the tray of food next.

“You’re such a hypocrite,” he mumbled. But you heard him.

“Me?” you asked, shocked. Remus nodded.

“How?”

He shook his head again, laughing slightly. “You’re mad at James for missing the oblivious when you’re doing the same goddamn thing!”

You blinked a few times, before his words settled in and your eyes grew wide. “You like me?”

Remus was taken aback, before he burst out laughing. “No you dummy, I’m talking about Sirius!”

“Ohhhhhhh.” You took a bite of the toast, chewing quietly. Sirius liked you? You felt your chest get heavy, an unfamiliar sensation flooding through you.

Guilt and…hurt? No, it’s like what you felt when you first started liking James.

“I know you love James, but can I offer a solution?” Remus asked you, one eyebrow raised. You nodded slowly unsure of where he was going with this.

“If there is just a tiny place for Sirius in your heart, give him a chance. If not, don't. I don't want to be there to pick up the parts for that mess,” he told you, popping a chocolate into his mouth. “However,” he held up a finger, “If any part of you, over the past year has felt anything romantic for Sirius. Please do ask him out. It’s been difficult taking care of both of you. Peter will drive himself completely, completely mad if Sirius has even one more breakdown.”

“Peter knows?” you asked.

Remus laughed, “Why do you think I called you a hypocrite? It’s kind of obvious.”

Now that you thought about it, it made sense.

All the time he spent with you. The glances from across the room.

And goddammit, the look you couldn’t decipher.

You groaned, “Remmy what’ve I done??”

He shrugged. “Tomorrow’s the deadline. You still have time. While I have a date to fix,” he said with a smirk. You smiled, “Good luck!”

And then you were left alone. You looked at the half eaten toast, and then to your hand, where Sirius’s long sweater was bunched up near the wrist. You sighed. “Oh Siri, you golden-hearted boy.”

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After spending nearly the entire day in your room thinking, you made your way to find Sirius, knowing exactly where he was going to be.

“Sirius Orion Black!” you called out as you barged into his dorm room.

His head whipped around, eyes wide in shock. “It was Remus’s idea!” he yelled.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Huh?”

“You’re gonna ask why James thinks you’re sick right? It was Remus’s idea, I just wanted to punch him,” He said, raising his hands up in defense.

“What? No, that’s not why I’m here,” you replied, climbing up onto his bed, sitting in front of him.

“It’s not?”

You shook your head. He had papers and books sprawled out around him. You realized he was catching up on school work, considering he’d missed all the evening classes yesterday. You felt bad, he had sat there comforting you, as you cried over another boy, while he was in love with you.

“I’m thinking you and I should ditch all the classes on the 14th,” You said, playing with the sleeve of your - his sweater. You slipped it off, handing it back to him, ignoring that the feeling of slight comfort which had helped you fall asleep last night was now gone.

He shook his head, “Looks good on you,” he told you, pushing your hand away. You gladly put it back on, the cinnamon smell wrapping around you again. Maybe you weren’t being oblivious to just Sirius’s feelings.

“Anyways, what do you mean?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.

“I mean we should go to Hogsmeade,” you shrugged. You didn’t know how to say it.

“We can’t? We don’t have dates,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you.

Were his eyes always so mesmerizing?

“Yeah I know.” You swallowed, your throat going dry. The feeling in your chest doubled, it was like drowning, and taking a fresh breath of air, at the same time.

He cocked his head to the side. That motion almost always had you laughing, he looked like a child! “You’re not making any sense n/n” he said, brows furrowed together.

You played with his sweater, looking down at your hands. “I-I’m saying we should go to- you know- Hogsmeade. The tw- The two of us. Together.” You looked back up at him, watching his expressions change.

Confusion to realization, then after a solid minute, “Li-Like a date? Are you asking me to be your date on Valentine’s?” he asked. His eyes were shining now, happiness ghosting his features.

You nodded, and he grinned. The biggest, goofiest grin you’d ever seen.

“Yes, I am. And hopefully be my boyfriend too. And I don’t want you to think that you’re a second choice or something, it’s just, I’ve been so blind, to your feelings, a-and mine and I-”

You were cut off, Sirius leaning over all his books, hands cupping your cheeks, as his lips landed on yours.

You froze for a second, before you responded, kissing back with as much passion and force.

When he pulled away, he was still grinning. “I don’t care. I get to call you mine now yeah? And I know you well enough to know that it’s not just to get James back or something.”

You smiled, nodding. He took your hands in his, your heart racing. Who knew even he could make you feel like this? Actually, no. With James it’d been pain, mixed with love. But here it was joy, a pure bliss that took you over from head to toe. “I’m going to go fill out that form right now, and make this official,” he pulled you close, pecking your lips once, before running out of the room. You laughed, your cheeks a bright red.

Who would have thought?

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Feb 14th - Valentine’s Day

For the past week James couldn’t decide on an emotion. He was happy that Lily had finally decided to give him a chance. However, every time he saw you and Sirius, a weird feeling crept up into his chest.

He’d felt it before with Lily.

Jealousy.

And it made no sense, because why was he jealous? He should be happy for you.

But he knew why.

You would officially never be his.

Sure, he was pining over Lily. He was in love with her. But he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you, that he’d harbored all these years.

So as he watched you and Sirius dancing around and giggling, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d lost something.

And while finally being able to call Lily his made him feel amazing, the thought that you were no longer his, felt like a stab in the heart.

“It was always him wasn’t it?” He mumbled to himself as Lily went to speak with Marlene and Dorcas.

“No mate, it wasn’t,” he heard Remus laugh next to him.

“Dammit the hypocrisy is real!” he said, shaking his head.

“What are you talking about?” James asked, still watching you as Sirius picked you up, spinning you around.

“It was always you. Poor Sirius bared the full force of it all, just to make her happy. You ran behind Lily for 6 years, Y/N ran behind you for 3 and Sirius ran behind her for 2. You know she used to say the same thing about you? That it was always going to be Lily?” Remus asked, turning to James.

James felt like he’d been slapped. “What?”

Remus shook his head again, “Oh Merlin, I can’t take this anymore.” And promptly walked off.

James stood there, feeling terrible, as the events of the past two weeks caught up with him. He’d been so invested in Lily, he hadn’t even realized that you were trying to ask him out.

So as he stood there, his own date not far from him, James wished he’d paid a little more attention to you. And though deep in his heart, he knew that you and Sirius and him and Lily, was the pairing that was meant to be, he couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened, had he not been so invested in someone who took forever to be his, when you were right there all along.

#mel's variety of favs #j.potter

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schuministyles · 11 months

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y/i/n: cleaning out the attic and came across a photo of mick and i one summer years ago. Jump forward to now and we're in bahrain ahead of his first pre-season test as an f1 driver! very overwhelmed and very proud of you @mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: forever grateful to have you by my side

lewishamilton: cant wait to see you both on track!

10th march, 2021

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f1spotted: submitted: "spotted mick attending y/n's graduation ceremony along with her parents. they seem really close he gave her a really big bouquet when she came out but i didnt want to take photos of them"

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user3: this man flew all the way there to attend her graduation when me lord

user4: just remember that he probably hasnt seen for a while because of the close f1 calendar and we havent seen her in the paddock

25th may, 2021

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mickschumacher: week on the farm with some old and new friends

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y/i/n: frannie is rocking that hat

jackdoohan: how did i forget about that photo of the three of us

y/i/n: mom has it framed on a wall

26th August, 2022

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y/i/n: forever proud, no matter what.

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mickschumacher: ❤️

17th november, 2022

y/i/n has added a new story.

4th March, 2023

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mickschumacher: good to be back

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mercedesamgf1: good to have you back😁😁

y/i/n: and you said you didnt like the photo i took before the hot lap🙄

mickschumacher: be quiet😒

4th March, 2023

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kymillman: Mick was the one of the few drivers who chose to arrive at the Monaco on a bike. He came through the entry with longtime companion y/n y/l/n.

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user9: you're not slick kym i saw the original caption

user5: what did it say?

user9: "with longtime girlfriend"

user5: they're dating? i thought they were just friends

user9: i just assumed they were together but lowkey, she's usually with him for most races and it's been that way since he joined f1 and they even spend breaks together

25th March, 2023

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mickschumacher: the best girl a guy could ask for. I knew i wanted you in my life forever since we first met. happy 5th❤️

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y/i/n: love you the most❤️

4th April, 2023

#do yourself a favor and read this #ms47 #I'm a sucker for the childhood friends trope #WHY NOT ME

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requested by anon: "every year on her birthday, someone leaves flowers and a gift on her doorstep before the clock strikes midnight"

notes: hi! there was no name for the request but i totally pictured this cute idea with mick and i hope you like it this way! <3; just pure fluff, and nothing else;

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You were in awe each time you kissed him that your stomach still twirled in twists as if your mouths never knew each other until then.

It is your 26th birthday party, and you have decided at Mick’s pleadings to host it at your favorite restaurant.

You opposed at first, all you wanted was a small casual party in your apartment, and yet your boyfriend insisted for days to bring all your friends and family there assuring you that he is going to organize every single little detail.

You never had been able to resist those big blue gentle eyes begging something from you, therefore Mick’s request could not be ignored.

Arrived there, seeing the whole place filled with all giggles, chuckles and smiles, dancing hands in the air and clicks of glasses, friends, and families all together indulging in food and drinks, you were more than satisfied with the whole idea of hosting the party in there rather than your apartment which would have been heavily crowded with even this little people.

“You were right,” You say at Mick’s ear as you tightened the distance in between your bodies, dancing on some slow blues song playing, “This was the better choice,” You continue, hands around your boyfriend’s neck as you lose your fingers in the boy’s blonde locks, “Thank you for renting it out, no more gifts aside from this party – have I made myself understood?” You speak, trying to sound as demanding as you can, but losing it instantly as Mick locks lips with yours, smiling into the kiss.

You chuckle too, a rush thought entering your mind as you taste the sweetest laid still on the top of your lips after Mick departs. This is everything you dreamed of. You have someone to slow dance with, giggle after a short clash of lips and for whose taste to still linger although you’ve known it for almost ten years now. You were in awe each time you kissed him that your stomach still twirled in twists as if your mouths never knew each other until then. Mick too, was stunned, as he always is, by the sound of your laughs so close to his ears sounding better than any evergreen blues tunes.

“Yes, sure.” Mick nudge, and you can tell by the way his corners lift in a smirk that he is full-blown lying into your face, “No more gifts.” He smiles, and you amusingly shake your head knowing it is all lies.

You cup his cheeks to kiss him again, and the song stops. The only thing surrounding you now are your friends’ murmurs, “Take your cuteness somewhere else, please.” One of them pleads, you and Mick rolling your eyes at his words.

“Oh please,” Another one interrupts, watching you as you swirl your arm around Mick’s and lean your head against the man’s shoulder, “They’ve been like this since high school, they cannot keep their hands off each other.” She continues, eyeing Mick as he leans in to kiss the top of your head.

“Cannot help it.” Mick says, fingers tightening into yours as another song starts playing and he beats the taps on the back of your hand, “I mean,” Your boyfriend stops and stares at you head to toes, “Who could?” He sarcastically intones, and you cannot help yourself but timidly smile like in any other times when he compliments you in front of other people. Yes, it had been years – and still.

One of Mick’s friends drags his arm around your boyfriend’s neck after you thank him in a whisper, and you both turn into their direction as he speaks, “Let me tell you something about these two love birds right here, folks.” He begins, rousing curious glares from everybody around you as the one who speaks is Mick’s best friend, one of the few people who had been witnessing your relationship from start to now, and one of yours and Mick’s biggest fans while also being the one who’s been rolling his eyes the hardest at every little corny interaction in between the two of you, “I have never knew that someone can be so smitten over a girl until Mick met our birthday girl right here.” He says, spilling a few drops of wine from his glass as he points at you, “Does everybody here know the flowers story?” He inquires in loud voice to grab the attention on your conversation, “It is one of my favorite love stories, and as a hopeless romantic – I have heard them all.” He speaks, departing from Mick to join the people in front the two of you who were unaware of the tell.

You and Mick laugh – the story was your favorite too. You have plenty, ten years together gave you lots of stories to tell. Some romantic, some hilarious, and some hurtful. And yet, the story of the innocent twelve-years old Mick leaving flowers at your door before midnight on your birthday for the first time was your most special one.

You’ve lived next to Mick Schumacher for the eternity of your life. Your families knew each other, and they often got invited for lunches, dinners, barbeques, birthday parties and so on. You two were the same age, thus your families always paired you two in sharing toys, watching television, or simply running after each other in the yard. You were against the idea at first as two stubborn children, and yet with time and a lot of patience from your parents, you’ve learned to share your favorite coloring books and trucks, splash each other with water balloons and talk about what shapes the clouds in the sky have.

Mick was the first one to figure out that the girl who visited their home during the weekends was not simply his neighbor – he was falling in love without even knowing what love is or why his cheeks turned red when you kissed him goodbye. Mick started small, stealing all kind of flowers from the back yard of his house and leaving them in front of your door for your birthday, and that was only because you told him one time to not step on the flowers planted in the backyard because they might, as well as you and him, have some sort of a soul inside for them to blossom in such pretty colors.

“So, do you think that their colors match their souls?” Little Mick asked you then, both of you carefully analyzing the flowers in his backyard.

You nodded, “That is the only explanation.” You spoke with the strongest belief a twelve-years-old child could have into your tone, “They are all so pretty – I cannot pick one.” You added, pointing to the little field of flowers ahead of you.

Mick pondered your theory for a while, “What color do you think our souls are, then?” He asked, looking at your face with attention now as he was analyzing all the colors on your face: your skin, your rosy cheeks, your hair, and the pink of your lips – getting all flustered as you caught him staring.

“All of them, I think.” You replied with another nod, “I mean – I am pretty sure yours is a rainbow.” You judged for a while, taking the boys’ cheeks into your hands, “With a whole lot of blue in it, that is for sure.” You added with a smile, watching his clear blue-sky eyes searching for more shades of pink on your face.

That was when the little boy felt the urge for the first time to kiss you, without having no idea about what that meant. Yes, Mick has seen his parents kiss, and tight their hands around each other’s bodies, and laugh at incompressible jokes. That afternoon in the garden is when Mick had decided that you were the person with whom he wanted to do all those things, having no idea that there was a learning curve in all of that. Therefore, Mick pursed the idea in the years that followed by letting you know thinly about his little crush, being too shy to confess his feelings before ever knowing what a confession was.

Your parents were the ones to watch him struggling with silently jumping over your common fence to leave the flowers at the entrance of your house. The next day after watching you happily jumping around after receiving flowers from “a secret admirer” (as your parents' told you), they went and told Mick’s parents'. For whole years your parents were thrilled of Mick’s act in all its cuteness, and they complotted for you to never find out until you figured out for yourself that you were in love with Mick too on your own, without any interference from the adults in your life.

That happened four years after that, four years during which the flowers never stop arriving at your door for your birthday accompanied by small gifts such as electric trucks, coloring books and all the things Mick knew you liked.

“Mom,” You spoke with a frail voice, watching Mick helping his father water the plants in the garden across the fence, “How do you know you are in love?” You questioned, eyeing Mick’s upper body completely uncovered, feeling your knees getting weak as the boy waved at you from the garden.

Your mother caught your glare, as well as your teeth jabbing into your upper lip waving back at your “friend”, “I think you already know, darling.” She spoke, eyebrows amusingly twitching up, “I think you should stay up tonight, and that is how you will find out for sure.” She teased, returning to her book as you pulled yours closed to your chest following the cutest boy next door with your glare who was quick in stealing your glance on him, and even quicker to throw you a cheeky smile.

You listened to your mother that night before your birthday, hopping that your senses were right and that the one to leave flowers at your door was no one else but him. Turning off the lights, you unwearyingly watched the porch from your window with your heart up to your throat that almost erupted when you spotted the boy’s silhouette into the dim darkness of your house.

Legs rushed almost as fast as the beats of your heart down the stairs, waking up your parents in the process. They chuckled in their bed, “Mick’s here.” Your mother spoke, agreeing to go back to sleep in a minute or so as they knew that their daughter is in safe hands, and that she will forever be in the saftest that there exist.

You opened the door wide just to collide with Mick’s startled figure after carefully placing on the mat the most exquisite bouquet of flowers you have ever seen or received. All shapes and colors, odors, and perfumes in front of you. The one in which you wanted to engulf the most was Mick’s, still.

“Hi.” Mick’s shaky spoke, “I –” He blocked, stumbling on each word that was on his mind. A confession – that was all Mick had to do. And yet, you were standing so beautifully there in front of him with such an inebriating smile up to your ears, “I—” Mick tried again, and now was interrupted by your hurdling arms around him, holding him the closer to you that the boy has ever been.

“I knew that it was you.” You murmured, head buried at Mick’s chest as his hands awkwardly wrapped against your body too, “I wished for my secret admirer to be you this whole time.” You confessed, head up now to watch him staring back at you with bright flickers inside those eyes of his.

Mick laughed, placing one of his palms against your cheek with care as if there was something to break on your face, “I am glad you liked the flowers, and the other gifts.”

You nodded, “What you got me this year besides the flowers?” You inquired, tiptoeing close to the boy’s mouth, the rosiness of his cheeks turning bright red.

The secret admirer shyly so tittered again, “I thought about something different this year.” He gulped leaning towards you, “May I kiss you?” Mick asked, uncaging the butterflies from your stomach through your whole being.

You nodded right away, “Please do so.” You spoke, your lips brushing against Mick’s for the first time.

Mick never stopped kissing you since then, and you never stopped enjoying every single brush of lips that provoked twists of stomachs and tingles on tips of your fingers. Even now, as Mick’s lips rest on your shoulder in the back of the car driving you home, you feel the tingles and all the emotions that have not faded since you were sixteen. You were living your teenage dream again, and again, and again with the one who thought you love.

“That was fun.” You speak, watching Mick unlocking the door of your apartment, “And yet, I cannot wait to just take this dress off and jump into bed – completely naked, but completely tired.” You whimper in almost a sob after a short sly wink towards him, and Mick cannot help but be swept of his feet as he hears your little complains and attempt of flirting.

“Not yet.” He speaks, switching the light on your hall waiting for you to gasp at the sight of your apartment.

Flowers, everywhere.

All kind, all shapes and all colors waiting for you two to step into the living room. You cover your mouth with both of your hands, you were basically walking into a huge floor shop that has moved into the apartment, “Mick, these are –” You breathlessly try to speak as you figure out that were the exact type of flowers that Mick’s mother grew in her backyard, the ones that they boy stolen from you throughout the years you were neighbors.

Mick hugs you from behind, placing a kiss underneath your left ear into which he whispers, “You said you cannot pick one, so I bought them all.” Mick murmurs, sending tingles throughout your spine with one more kiss, “Happiest of birthdays, from your not-so-secret admirer.”

#do yourself a favor and read this #ms47 #I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE #i want a Mick #i need a Mick

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