#also jily crumbs who am i??

[silverameco]

Not a Date - @wolfstarmicrofic - 504 words

"You ready for your date ?"

"For the last time Prongs, this is NOT a date."

Sirius was putting the last touch to his makeup, getting ready for his friendly outing with Remus, under the unimpressed stare of James who was grinning like a mad-man. Ever since he learned they were going out just the two of them, he wouldn't shut up about it being a date.

"Uh-uh, care to explain this then ?" he retorted, gesturing to the clothes littering the floor from when he spent entirely too much time picking an outfit. "And this ?" he added, poking Sirius' cheek that was probably blushing.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a date because I didn't mean it like that, and I know for a fact that he doesn't think it's a date EITHER. End of discussion, you can fuck off now."

"Yeah, sure." James laughed.

~~~~~~

"I can't believe you two are finally going on a date." she said again, waggling her eyebrows.

"Lils, how many times do I have to tell you this is NOT a date ?" Remus sighed.

"Is that why you've been staring at your reflection for the last five minutes ?" she pointed at the mirror Remus was, indeed, staring at, trying to put some semblance of order in his curls.

"I'm just- whatever, it still isn't a date. Sirius didn't mean it like that, trust me."

"Mh. I think you might be surprised."

~~~~~~

"Can you believe James wouldn't stop pestering me about us going on a date ?"

"Oh god, Lily was just the same."

"I told him it wasn't like that."

"And I told her the same." Remus smiled.

He had such a pretty smile. Sirius wanted to see it again. "They should sort their shit out before meddling in our lives."

"I swear ! Those two have been dancing around each other for ages." he laughed, eyes bright and crinkling a bit. Sirius was entranced.

Their laughter faded and they fell in a comfortable silence, if not a little shy. Sirius watched as Remus raised his drink to his lips. His cheeks were a little pink and he was just so lovely.

"Hey, Moony ?" he said in a soft voice, grabbing Remus' hand on the table.

"Mh ?" Their eyes met, and Sirius couldn't help it. The words were out before he registered them.

"I think maybe... I'd like it to be a date. Like an actual date."

~~~~~~

It's funny how sometimes it just takes someone saying a few words for you to realize you've been waiting to hear those exact words.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that too." Remus answered, squeezing Sirius' hand back.

Their matching smiles were something private, exuding happiness.

~~~~~~

[Prongs] : How was your non-date ? ;)

[Padfoot] : why don't you find the balls to ask Evans out and leave me alone

[Prongs] : HAHAHAHA FUCKING KNEW IT

~~~~~~

[Lils] : How was your totally-not-a-date ?

[Rem] : Fuck off

[Lils] : I TOLD YOU SOOO

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[thejilyship]

Jily + sharing food/being fed by the other + “who’s fault do you think this is?”

This is the length that I thought they would all be :)

WC: 450

James was sitting in the hospital bed that Madam Pomfrey had tucked him into almost an hour ago, his broken leg propped up on a couple of pillows and his chest wrapped, since he also had two broken ribs.

Lily was sitting next to him, a box of cinnamon biscuits in her lap. Despite his arms being perfectly fine, he was insisting that she feed the biscuits to him.

“It hurts when I move my arms,” James argued. “I’m not asking you to do this to be unreasonable.”

“Everything about you is unreasonable.”

“Lily, I’m injured.”

“And who’s fault do you think that is?” She asked, tilting her head. “How did we come to this?”

“I didn’t see the tree!” James laughed and then groaned, holding his stomach. “My glasses fell off and I looked down and the tree came at me! It wasn’t my fault! I mean, it is a sentient tree,” He sighed and relaxed his body. Lily however, started laughing.

“Who flies near the Whomping Willow?”

“I wasn’t near it before I lost my glasses,” James huffed. Lily stuffed another biscuit in his mouth.

“You really are blind, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” James nodded, crumbs falling out onto his chest. Lily reached up and wiped them off, not wanting them to get stuck in his bandages and for him to complain about them later. “Careful!”

“James, you are ridiculous.”

“I have three broken bones, Lily!”

“Yes, I know, and I’m very sorry about that. But they are mostly healed by now.”

“Sure, but they’re still sore.” He reached up and ran his hand through his hair, which let her know that moving his arms did not hurt his ribs any longer. She still shoved another biscuit in his mouth.

“I’m sorry that I’m not more attentive.”

“No you’re not,”

“Would you prefer me to baby you?” She asked, raising her brows.

James laughed again, and there was no flinching this time. “No, I don’t want you to baby me. But perhaps you could be a little nicer.”

Lily laughed. “You’re lucky I fancy you, you prat. I fell off that broom too you know. I could be sitting her blaming you for that, but instead, I’m feeding you biscuits. I think I’m being very nice.”

James smiled at her and then reached out to run his hand through her hair. “I am very lucky that you fancy me.”

“Yes, you are.” Lily nodded, this time shoving a biscuit into her own mouth.

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[jilyyall]

i-saw-you-sneaking-food-out-of-the-dining-hall college AU for jily prompt? i loooove the neighbors one you just posted 👌🏻❤️

Here you go! This was fun to write :) Thanks for sending me a prompt!

It Began with a Dare

He’s rounding the corner of the dining hall when she stopshim – the beautiful redheaded girl from his history class. Just appears out ofnowhere, really, running up from behind him and swinging round in front of himto corner him there. For a long moment, she just stands there and stares athim, wide-eyed and crazed and pretty. His hand jumps to his hair, gives it aslight ruffle.

“Hello,” he says, trying his best to sound confident andcharming and even half as cool as his best friend and roommate, Sirius, who hashad more girls in his bed since the start of term than James and their twomates, Remus and Peter, have in their lives combined. “Not that I mind beingcornered by a beautiful woman, but…”

Before he can give his best attempt at charming her, shecuts him off. “I saw you.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows, he is sure, are attempting to join thegravity-defying mess atop his head, but she doesn’t seem to care. “I saw you,too.”

He had, after all, seen her in class earlier. He didn’tthink she had seen him, though. Until this moment, actually, he had been underthe impression that she had no idea he existed. She sits nowhere near him, isalways there before him, and tends to stick around after class to talk with asmall group of girls long after he heads out for his next class.

Her eyes narrow in confusion. It isn’t until she switchesher focus to his face that he realizes she has been staring at the two bagshe’s got slung over his shoulders this whole time. Oh shit.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, studying his facefor a long moment and then raking her gaze down his body.

He wants to think she is checking him out – she may verywell be, he’s no slouch – but he gets too caught up in the fact that she isstaring at him like she has never seen him before in her life. He is toocrushed to have his long-held theory confirmed to rejoice in the fact that herface flushes when she realizes he caught her.

“What are you talking about?” he parrots back at her, tryingto keep the surliness out of his tone. Why he is so crushed that she’s nevertaken any notice of him before, he doesn’t know. He knew she had never seen himin history before. He sat in the seat very nearest the door and never spoke inclass, preferring instead to alternate between quietly staring at her andtexting his mates who had somehow managedto get into a different history class than him, all three together. Itshouldn’t bother him that she hadn’t noticed him. It was his own fault, really,for not speaking to her before even though he’s been staring at her for fivesolid months.

He hefts his loot more firmly over his shoulder, which is amistake. In an instant, she is staring intently at the two bags he is carrying,like a lioness tracking her prey. He makes to step around her, but she shiftsto block his way.

“If you don’t share, I may kill you.” Her voice, previouslyso light and soft and adorably confused, comes out in a low growl. James pauses, looks at her, laughs. And instantly regrets it when she stalkscloser. His grip tightens on the straps of his bags and he clears his throat,his heart pounding and thinks, dear God,she’s not only beautiful, she’s crazy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says aloud.

“The scones, you prat!” She grabs for his bag, and heinstinctively steps back.

She trips, nearly falls, catches herself against the brickwall next to them. He grips her shoulders to steady her, eyeing her warily.When she flushes, clearly embarrassed, he reluctantly relinquishes his grasp onher.

“Are you okay?” he asks. He wants to ask if she’s stoned asfuck because, honestly, who else cares this much about a scone? Her eyes areclear and focused and she seems perfectly in control of herself, if not a bitscone-crazed, so he thinks she probably isn’t stoned.

Sconed, says thevoice in his mind and he nearly laughs aloud, but refrains, not wanting to seethat warning flash in her eyes again, not so soon anyway.

“I’m fine. Sorry.” She looks down at her feet for a moment,then takes a deep breath and looks up into his face again. He is momentarilystunned by the pure green of her eyes. “It’s just… I really fucking love thosescones. They’re the only thing that they serve consistently that I actuallylove and you’ve gone and taken them all!”

Her eyes widen and go a bit glassy and he is horrified tothink that she may actually cry? Over scones? Jesus Christ, she is actually araving lunatic. He may also be in love with her, which is ridiculous and justas horrifying a prospect.

“What on Earth do you need with five dozen scones anyway?”she demands, thankfully not crying.

“I don’t…” He trails off, unsure of what he should say.

“Don’t try to play innocent!” She jabs a finger at him,stopping just short of actually prodding him in the chest. “I saw you! Youwalked right up to the scones with your empty booksacks and started talking topoor Myrtle…”

“Myrtle?” he cuts in, genuinely confused.

“Yes, Myrtle! The scone lady! Myrtle!”

Judging from the look on her face, he is a right asshole fornot knowing the name of the woman who serves the very dry scones in the dininghall. He wonders if this girl knows the names of every server in the dininghall. He reckons it’s probably not the best time to ask, though, so he nodsinstead.

“Oh, yes, of course. Myrtle the Scone Lady. Very sorry,continue.”

“You were talking to Myrtle, distracting her with yourdashing looks and your charming smile and your bedroom eyes and she didn’t evennotice you stuffing five dozen of myfavorite scones into two bags!”

They stare at each other for a moment, both wide eyed forprobably two very different reasons.

“Look, I’m going to be honest with you,” he finally says. “AllI got from that was that you were watching me and think I’m attractive.”

“I didn’t – I never – now you just…!” She sputters, gasps,and chokes on the words that won’t come out.

“Now, don’t worry. I’ll level with you. I have watched youbefore…” When she takes a step back, he realizes what he just said, and hiseyes widen. He holds out both hands in a reassuring gesture. “Oh God, no. Thatsounded awful. I just meant…”

He stops, rakes a hand through his hair, fights the urge torip it right out of his scalp. Fuck, I’mnot Sirius I can’t be smooth.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a whoosh, forcing himself to calm down andspeak rationally in spite of the erratic beating of his heart. “I’ve noticedyou, is what I mean, and I find you rather attractive as well.”

“I don’t – That’s not - I just –”

“And that’s why,” he interrupts her, swinging one bagaround, unlatching it, and holding it out to her, “I am willing to share myhaul with you.”

She eyes him uncertainly for a moment, then stares down intothe bag. The look on her face is absolutely hysterical – it’s as if he has justpresented her with the Mona Lisa. Sheis either half starved to death or she actually just really, really loves thesescones.

She picks one out of the bag, and immediately startsdevouring it. He decides not to tell her that these are far from the bestscones he’s ever had. She may literally kill him if he did.

When he zips up his bag and swings it back over hisshoulder, she sends him a reproachful look. He sighs and reaches for it again,handing her one more. This is the last one, he vows silently, because if hegives her any more, then everything could very well be ruined. One missingscone? Easily explained as a miscount. Two missing scones? Well, it’s not hisfault if the server –Myrtle the Scone Lady – decided to take one or two forherself before serving.

“Stingy,” she says, but smiles nonetheless.

This time when he laughs, she doesn’t look angry. She justcontinues happily munching away on her subpar scones.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, his friends undoubtedlyinquiring as to the status of his mission.

“I’ve got to go,” he tells her regretfully. “But I’ll seeyou around.”

“Where?” She asks, and he understands that she’s asking howhe knows her when clearly this is first time she’s ever noticed him.

“Tell you what,” he says, grinning when she looks up at him,crumbs coating her lips. “You figure out where I know you from and I’ll buy youall the scones you want.”

She flushes and makes to wipe her mouth so she can replywith some dignity, but James has already turned to leave, convinced that thatis the smoothest statement he is capable of making and choosing to leave it atthat.

—-

Somehow, for the first time ever, he is running early onMonday morning. When he slips into his seat at the back of his history class,his gaze slides immediately to the seat she always occupies – six aisles downand four rows to the right. His heart sinks when he finds her spot empty.

His phone vibrates in his pocket. Before he is even able toget it out of his pocket, it vibrates three more times. For once, he isrelieved at the fact that his mates are going to be chatting in the group allclass; the object of his affection isn’t in class today, so the texting won’tbe a distraction. He holds his thumb over the home button and his phoneunlocks, immediately opening up to the group chat.

SB: bets on whether ornot prongs gets a date

PP: not

RL: Bets on whether ornot Prongs even gets noticed?

SB: SICK BURN

JP: i hate you all.

SB: hey two scones isworth a date right

PP: unlikely

RL: For what it’sworth, I think she’ll at least recognize you.

PP: rly

JP: what a lad, moony.wormtail, you’re my least favorite.

RL: Sure. Wouldn’t theface of the absolute nutter who stole every last scone in the dining hall andfelt it appropriate to only give you two of them be forever burned in yourmind?

JP: don’t act likeyou’re not the one who dared me to filch them all.

JP: by the way, i takeit back. i have no least favorite. i hate you all equally.

SB: chin up mate

SB: just ask her out

SB: if nothing elseyou can always lure her in with the promise of free scones

PP: tru uve alrdy prvnurself capable

JP: what? couldn’tfigure out how to shorten capable?

PP: rude

RL: He’s not wrong. Imean, you all need to work on your punctuation and capitalization, butWormtail, it hurts to read your texts sometimes.

PP: :( 

SB: enough of that

SB: back to matter athand

SB: are you going toask her out

JP: she’s not evenhere.

PP: she h8s u

SB: shes avoiding youlol

JP: fuck off.

RL: She doesn’t evenknow you’re in that class. It’s still early yet. There’s time.  

JP: okay, okay, i’llcome clean. moony, you’re my favorite.

SB: that hurts

PP: dnt wry hes vfickle ull probs b his fav in a few

Someone sits down next to him, and he looks up expecting tosee his usual neighbour, a pale, perpetually-tired-looking boy who usually payseven less attention to the professor than James does. Instead, he sees long redhair and vibrant, triumphant green eyes.

“I believe you owe me all the scones in the world.”

His grip goes slack for a moment, just enough for his phoneto slip out of his hands and clatter loudly to the floor. He ducks down to grabit. When he sits up straight again she is smiling at him.

“James Potter,” he says, holding out his hand with a widegrin.

When her small, soft, warm hand slides into his, his heart stutters.He is staring at her, absolutely enchanted by her, but she’s staring rightback, the smile on her face a perfect mixture of triumph, happiness, and excitement and he thinks, really hopes,that he’s not imagining the flush on her cheeks. She bites her lip and ducksher head, but still manages to maintain eye contact with him.

“I’m Lily Evans.”

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