#so if you feel like this is too familiar I swear I am not plagiarising this is just me again with a hallmark typcial trope dont yell at me

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hello i’m attempting something for steddie week too, but it'll be one large thing probably @steddie-week

day 01: pining

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eddie The Problem munson: —steeb —esteban —stefano  —stevie —love of my life apple of my eye pls pls tell me i can call you  —i am very chill etc etc —no i’m not  —let me call youuuu  —😠🥺🙏

Steve snorts as he picks up his phone and reads Eddie’s messages that keep coming in his usual spam of consciousness, a giddy feeling spreading in his chest as he snorts and goes to answer. 

— Call me then, coward 

Not a second later, his phone rings. Steve picks up immediately, even though he considers making Eddie wait; just to be difficult. Just to calm his racing heart that is always so lively around Eddie. 

“What,” he says, attempting to sound bored and annoyed — in vain, because even he can hear the smile on his face. Traitor, he thinks to himself. 

“Steve,” Eddie sing-songs, drawing out Steve’s name like he does every time he’s happy. “Steve, Steve, Stevie.” 

“Ed, Ed, Eddie,” he sings back, relaxing into his couch and shutting the laptop. Lesson planning can wait, he decides, shuffling all the loose pages into the text book and placing his laptop on the pile, trusting that physics won’t betray him. “What’s got you so happy, hm?” 

“Why do you think I’m happy?” Damn idiot has a smile on his face as he asks that, Steve can hear it. It makes his own grin widen and he huffs into the phone. 

“I literally know you, babe.” 

Babe. His heart flutters every time he says it — and he tries not to, because it’s meaningless, it’ll never happen. But Eddie picks it back up every time, and Steve is weak. God, he is so, so weak. 

On the other end, Eddie hums and Steve basks in the sound for a moment. It’s always so contagious, Eddie’s happiness, and he wants to soak it all up. Wants to be the reason for it. Wants, wants, wants. 

“You do,” Eddie says, his voice so light and fond it makes Steve’s whole body tingle. And his heart flutter. And it fills him with such happiness that he feels like he could take on the entire world right now, just with the way Eddie’s voice went all soft on him. 

God, he’s hopeless. So, so hopeless. But he’s also weak. An addict, leeching off Eddie’s attention, getting a kick out of the smallest dose, and absolutely certain he couldn’t survive if it were taken from him. He needs it. Even if it kills him a little bit, because— 

“She said yes.” 

Steve blinks. “Huh?” 

“Chrissy. She said— She said yes, Stevie. We’re getting married.” 

He says it and he sounds so happy. So, so happy. And Steve is the world’s worst best friend for the way he freezes, the way he almost drops his phone if it weren’t for the vice grip he has on it, frozen in time and space because his heart has stopped beating. It has stopped, surely, because no beating heart can hurt this much. No beating heart can crack open and still work the way it used to three, five, seven seconds ago. 

Eddie, bless his entire soul, laughs to fill the silence, and it’s the happiest sound. A boyish one, like there is no pain in the world and not a worry on his mind. A bit hysterical, too. Like he can’t believe it himself yet. Like this is the best day of his life and saying it again has reminded him of it. At least that’s what Steve imagines it feels like when someone wants to be married to you. He wouldn’t know, of course, as the only person he would ever ask is already engaged to someone else. Apparently. 

Eddie is engaged. 

Engaged and laughing and so, so happy. 

And Steve feels nauseous. Dizzy. Breathless. His eyes begin to sting and the hand that’s holding his phone begins to tremble, his grip so tight it hurts. 

Steve feels… too much. His hands tremble and he tries hard not to cry. 

“You’re getting married.” 

“We’re getting married.” 

They’re getting married. 

Fuck. 

Someone has to tell Robin. Because in true Platonic Soulmate manner, Steve and Robin fell in love with the two people who are in love with each other. Like the chaotic mess they are. 

“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner,” Eddie continues, a bit more sober now. Sounding genuine and sufficiently awkward about it, in true Eddie-manner. Like the big old softie he secretly is. “I would have, but…” 

But I know you’re in love with me and didn’t want to burden you with the love I carry for someone who isn’t you, Steve’s brain auto-fills helpfully. But you keep flirting with me and there was never room for someone else when I was with you. 

But, but, but— 

He swallows and drags in a deep breath past the pain in his throat where all the words he can never say are forming a massive lump. 

“Hey man, don’t worry about that, we all know I suck at keeping secrets,” he offers. And it’s a lie, because he has kept this one thing secret for years and years. This one thing, this huge and all-encompassing thing that he can feel in the tips of his fingers when he is texting Eddie, and on his tongue when they are talking, and in his heart even when he is sleeping. 

This one thing, this one secret, is his never-ending love for Eddie. 

And he will add another one to that, a lovely little friend for it. To keep it company. That other secret, of course, will be the way his heart has shattered into a million little pieces and will remain that way until he can’t even look at Eddie anymore. And even then will he look at Eddie and smile at him, and Eddie will smile back and the pain will flare up again.

Again and again and again, for the rest of their lives. Possibly even beyond that. 

“You do suck at that,” Eddie chuckles, though it is quieter this time, almost private. Fond. Gentle. Always, always like that. It used to mean something once. And if Steve closes his eyes, he can imagine that Eddie smiles his secret smile, the one Steve has only seen directed at himself. It almost breaks him. 

Eddie’s I have known you for a whole eternity and love you beyond words, silly, but you also make my life so much harder-smile. That’s what he has dubbed it because that is what Eddie had said the first time he smiled like that when Steve was drunk off his ass. 

But. But, but, but— 

It’s no use to think of that now, to reminisce and imagine what might have been if… Well. If Steve weren’t Steve. 

And that sure is a dark path he doesn’t want to trudge now, not in the face of the even darker path of Eddie getting married that he sure as hell will have to walk down for the rest of his life. 

He sighs and tries to think of something to say. Something good. Something that is not Please don’t marry Chrissy. Please don’t take yourself away from me. Please. Please don’t get married to anyone who isn’t me. Please open your eyes and see me, please listen to me, please understand what I say when I say I love you. Please.  

He kind of spaces out for the rest of the conversation, not really listening to Eddie’s words over the ringing in his ears and the pumping beat of his shattered heart. 

Eddie speaks softly to him, the undercurrent of happiness and contentment still in his voice, and it would give Steve life, it would be contagious, it would be so very precious if it didn’t also drive the knife of pain ever deeper into Steve’s entire soul, slicing him apart with no one around to put him back together again.  

Splitting him in half. One half that just wants Eddie to be happy, to sound like he does right now for ever and ever. And the other half, loathing that Eddie’s happiness is not inspired by him, not because of him, not in any sort of relation to him. 

It’s not fair. And Steve is torn. So he shuts himself off and lets Eddie ramble, tells him that he is tired after pulling an all-nighter again and wrangling the his difficult seventh graders that were particularly hard on him today when the other man asks him if he is all right. 

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, and a traitorous tear rolls down Steve’s cheek at the caring exasperation he hears there. “How often do I need to tell you that sleep is important? You’re gonna wear yourself out at this rate. And the kids just suck.”  

“I know,” he says, and sniffs, willing the tears to not fall. Not until Eddie has hung up on him. 

“Aww. That emotional, huh?” 

At that, Steve sobs out a laugh and gladly accepts the way out. “Well, excuse me, my bestest friend whom I love very much is getting married soon! Or, well, I hope it’s soon, nobody has time for all that suspense. Anyway, I am allowed to be emotional about this!” 

Eddie chuckles again and sighs gently. “Yes, you are. I’m glad you are. Thank you, Stevie.” 

Don’t thank me. Not for this. Not over this, please, don’t thank me. 

“Don’t thank me,” he says with a grin, and it hurts his cheeks from how forced it is. “Thank yourself for being brave enough to actually go through with the proposal! We both know you’re chicken shit.” 

Just like me, he thinks. Just like me. 

They laugh and it sounds hollow to Steve’s ears. He just wants the phone call to end, wants this to be over with. Wants them to not get married. Never, ever, in this life or the next. 

He wants… he wants Robin. No, he needs his best friend, his soulmate. He can’t cry alone, not about this. 

Eventually, Eddie hangs up, that smile still so audibly his lips, and that painful happiness still very clear in his voice. Steve wants to share it. But he can’t.

All he can do is stare at the phone in his trembling hand before he closes his eyes and lets himself cry, his head falling back against the couch until he slumps over to one side. He stares and he cries until he can’t anymore. 

Eddie. The love of his life. Is getting married. To Chrissy, the other, platonic love of his life, who is like a sister to him. Who, coincidentally, is the love of his real platonic soulmate’s life.

Fucking hell, the mess they find themselves in!

After a while of pitifully staring at the wall, all cried out and feeling thoroughly pathetic, he lifts his phone and speed-dials Robin. 

“Stevie?” 

He sniffs, and it must sound as awful as he feels, for her next words are, “I’ll be right there. Alcohol or ice cream?” 

“Both?” he whimpers after a moment, and Robin hums right back. 

“I’ve got you. I’ll be there in ten.” 

She hangs up before he can say anything more, and he is overcome with all the love he holds for her. 

As he waits for her to come over, he does not move from the awkwardly half curled-up position on his couch, the lesson plans for tomorrow forgotten completely. This is his life now. His Eddie-less life. His engaged-Eddie life. His loveless, hopeless, endlessly pitiful life. 

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[daydreams-magic01]

Fake love to real love: Part One

(James Fleamont Potter x gender neutral reader)

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Requested by: Anon

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

Request: ‘ Hii! Could you do a James Potter fic where James fake dates reader to make Lily jealous, but then actually falls for the reader?? Just gimme all the fluff pleaseeee.’

I love James so much, and this request is everything. Is it okay if I split it into three or four parts? Like them slowly falling in love and then confessing? This part is him asking them.

Warnings: Swearing and some innuendos, but mostly fluff.

Words: 1.8K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, all other characters but (Y/n) belong to JK Rowling. The scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01​ .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.

:)

“(L/Nnnnnn),” a familiar voice rings out.

(Y/n) loudly groans, clutching the book that they just grabbed to their chest, slamming their forehead against the shelves. 

“Ow, baby, that must have hurt,” the Gryffindor rings out, leaning next to them. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

With great struggle, they hold back a gag. Sighing, they barely glance at him before turning around and heading back to the table.

Some people think that Lily hates Potter the most, which is incredibly wrong because they have never met (Y/n) (L/n). They call it taste. They don’t know why, well apart from the several reasons like him being a Tosser, but he does give them a feeling in their stomach.

A feeling, that clouds over the butterflies.

James Potter can’t stop himself from taking them in; there is no denying that they are attractive, the school uniform shaping their figure perfectly. Oh, and kind e/c eyes. If he wasn’t mad for his Lily-flower, he would. 

Shaking his head, he stands tall and follows after them. 

Their table is a quiet one found in the corner of The Library, hidden away by tight aisles beside the Forbidden Section. They enjoy their silence and the secluded table with only a few dozen names carved into the table, mostly around the sides. They hope that one day, they can carve their name in too. Feeling goosebumps, they begin to walk faster. Maybe, sitting down with signal enough that he can fuck off.

It does not.

“Bugger off!” They clench their teeth and with a quill in hand, they open the book with their other.

“Look - I could have helped you get that book down - I need a favour,” James Potter does not ask for things, but in this case, he needs help from the fiery woman.

“Why?” Now, (Y/n) is a nice person who does not hold back from helping those who need or deserve it, even bloody Potter. For the first time in their somewhat conversation, more like stalking, they make eye contact with the boy. 

Bloody hell, his hazel eyes are striking.

Their shoulders tense as they get a feeling in their stomach.

They must be coming down with something.

“Awwww. Who knew I can get such a reaction out of you,” the boy smirks, leaning on his arm, “do I make you feel -”

“How can I help?” they ask sarcastically.

“You know my Lily-pad?”

“Ugh!” They groan, rolling their eyes as they throw their head back. ‘Lily this’, ‘Lily that’, well why doesn’t he ‘Lily - shut the fuck up.’ 

That makes no sense.

“Hey!” He shoots up, hardening his usual calm gaze into a glare. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

“I’m not talking about her like anything, I am talking about you,” they exaggerate the last part, bit by bit, hardening their gaze into a glare. “At least she’s my friend.”

“Shut up. At least I'm not short.”

(Y/n) needs peace, something which Potter deflects. So, they happily begin to pack up their belongings into their bag.

“What are you doing?”

“At least I’m not a beanstalk,” they joke, “what will Lily have to do to kiss you? Climb you like a tree?” Smiling softly, although still angry, they throw their bag over their shoulder and clutch the book to their chest. “Now, please fuck off from my chillout spot.”

With that, they walk away to Madam Pince’s desks, Potter watching them as they leave.

“That’s what I want!”

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Potter wasted no time in approaching (Y/n) once again.

The next day, as they were waiting by their friends for the next carriage, he waltzed over there, leaving behind other Marauders for the time being.

“Hello, (L/n).” 

They attempt to hold back a groan as they spin on their heels. Maybe their woolly hat can disguise their face and, they can pretend that he has approached the wrong person. Crossing their arms, they raise a brow.

“Why are you harassing me?” 

Potter frowns, shoving his hands in his jeans. “I am not harassing you.”

“Is this how Lily feels like each and every day?” Their smirk widens and their friends laugh softly behind them.

“Oh shove -,” biting his lip, he deeply inhales, “please, can we talk in private.”

“’ Course we can.” 

Potter loosely wraps his hand around the bare skin of their wrist, giving them the feeling in their stomach again. Their cheeks unintentionally flush whereas he doesn’t feel anything out of the normal. Tripping over their own feet, they laugh nervously as they stop at a corner in the courtyard. “So, how can I help?” They laugh nervously again, pulling their arm away, which makes their heart sinks slightly. Potter seems to notice their bizarre behaviour, and he raises a brow and asks.

“I’m just scared of what you might say,” smiling, they cross their arms again, hoping that this can hide them away, preferably forever. They really must be coming down with something; so, like a normal person, they ask him to check their temperature, and when the back of his cold hand touches their forehead gently, their heart leaps. They have no temperature which can only mean a heart problem as their heart then sinks as he removes his hand.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me?” He smirks knowingly, leaning his hand against the wall as he looks down at them.

“No.” They gasp and slam their hand over their mouth as they realise what they just said, “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so rude.”

Potter looks starched, mouth gaping wide open, and his glasses fallen slightly askew. He has never asked out another girl but Lily, as he is a one-woman kind of guy, and she has always rejected him. Girls, of course, have always whispered whenever he is near and giggled to each other but maybe the reason why Lily always says no is actually because of him, not Snivellus!

Nah.

(L/n) is stubborn and everyone knows that.

Standing tall, he straightens the collar of his woollen coat before fumbling his hands into his pockets. He flashes a smile reassuringly. 

“Not genuinely.” Saying that out loud, he realises now that it does not sound that nice.

“Excuse me? Have some respect, just because I have never dated anyone, and don’t want to, doesn’t mean that I am not worthy of a relationship! You complete and utter arsehole.”

Flashing him the reversed peace sign, they begin to walk away.

“Wait!”

Flashing him the bird from behind, they continues onwards.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

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“Guess who is now your charms partner for the rest of the year?”

Almost two weeks after the incident, (Y/n) finds themself attempting not to groan again. They would usually provide a sarcastic response, but they are that fed up with him.

“I switched with my Lily-flower for you.”

“Stop ignoring me.”

“It’s rude.”

Sighing, they turn to him, raising a brow. “Aren’t you worried Lily is going to fancy Sirius instead?”

Potter scoffs, rolling his eyes, “no. Are you?” 

He gasps. “Do you like Padfoot?”

Rolling their eyes again, they shake their head. “No. I don’t fancy anyone.”

“Perfect. Will you go on a date with me?” 

Rolling their neck, they bite their lip again. Potter is making it harder and harder for (Y/n) to stand him at all.

“No, and I also deserve to be more than a rebound, oh, and Lily is my friend. My best friend.” They begin to scrawl down what is on the board, trying to focus on Professor Flitwick’s words. Unlike stupid Potter and his gang of marauders, although they are smart, they need to pay attention to the lesson and what is going on. “I don’t fancy you either, no offence.”

There is no denying that he is attractive, but he, unfortunately, lacks the ability to not hex anyone who radiates the possibility of being a death eater or is even curious of the dark arts and being interested isn’t the same as doing something. Now (y/n) thinks blood supremacy is daft and death eaters are stupid inbred fools but Potter loves duelling.

“Well, I don’t fancy you.”

“Ouch.”

Potter does not handle rejection well, but he keeps telling himself that he doesn’t fancy them a tiny bit anyway.

“I need you to fake date me so that I can get my Lily-flower to confess her undying love for me.” He wistfully sighs, staring up to the ceiling. After a second, he looks back down at them, twirling the quill between his fingers.”

No, she doesn’t like you mate.” They are right, which makes Potter’s smile instantly fall.

“She does, she doesn’t realise it yet.”

“I think she knows her own feelings.”

“Yes – but – well, I –.”

“Cat got your tongue. Finally!” They smirk, letting out a long-awaited exaggerated sigh.

“(Title) (L/n)?” Professor Flitwick asks as everyone in the class turns to face the two of them, causing (Y/n’s) cheeks to flush.

“Sorry.”

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There is an unpleasant storm in their gut as they watch James Potter wistfully lean against the bookshelves in the library, book clutched against his chest, watching the girl opposite them.

Their best friend Lily Evans.

Loosening their tie, they huff. 

They aren’t sat in (Y/n’s) secret secluded box but instead by a small group of tables behind some bookshelves and by the window. The two chairs at this table mean that Potter can’t join them, which is a huge relief for both of them. Lily is relieved because she is fed up with him and (Y/n) because they are upset.

(Y/n) has caught many of the students looking at them and flirting with them, but they’ve never dated anyone and, what Potter said has made them rather self-conscious.

Will anyone ever want to date them?

They can't deny that their eyes well a bit, but they blink it back, simply like they do with everything.

Throwing their quill down, they push their chair back. 

Lily looks up in alarm whilst Potter is still in a daze, not noticing at all.

Storming over to Potter, they stop in front of him, finally getting his attention as they barely have an inch between them.

“At least pretend you fancy me,” they whisper harshly, fed-up, before saying the next bit loud enough for Lily to hear, “yes, I will go on a date with you.”

They weren’t doing this to get to Lily, or because they are ashamed.

They know that there is someone for them, but in the end, Potter needs their help, and this could make Lily happy.

All anger and hurt vanish as his shoulders sag, and he smiles, a smile they recognise.

“Huh. I’ve only seen you smile like that around your mates.”

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