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✮ NESSA’S 18K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION ✮ 18 TV Ships I Love (in no particular order): 9. Erin and James (Derry Girls) Dear James, it feels a bit strange writing this even though I’ll probably never show it to you. But it feels important that… I don’t know… that I had it on record or something. The fact is I can’t imagine this place without you. I don’t want to imagine it. We’re better for having you here… at least I know I am. You’re one of my best friends in the whole world and if you were to ever leave. I’d miss you. I’d really miss you. So please… don’t try anything like that again. Erin xxx
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aweecrush · 1 year
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James and Erin (aka my emotional support Irish/English peace metaphor) probably at some point had some major crush milestone moments offscreen, so I’m counting this as canon content you can’t stop me.
Next step after handholding (which she has mastered for the record) is working up the nerve to go for a cheek kiss, Erin has been planning this in her head for a while so she has. James meanwhile is just very happy to be here.
Bonus, the flat color version (I couldn’t decide which to post):
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aweecrush · 1 year
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THEY LOOK REALLY HAPPY. YEAH.
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aweecrush · 1 year
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i keep thinking about the stupid little dialogue before the james/erin kiss and how erin remembered about the hot air balloon thing, while even james himself didn't seem to. she mentioned it so casually, like it was a given she'd hold onto that piece of information while james probably mentioned it, like, once, and it's so adorable how even though they all like to take the piss out of james she genuinely does listen to him and remember little things about him.
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aweecrush · 1 year
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could you do I still do for the writing meme?
in reference to this writing ask game that i posted on monday! the prompt was i still do.
this one was requested three times and i am nothing if not a servant to the people. and if anyone saw this already last night before i took it down, you will know this is my second go around on this one - same vibe, different ending. enjoy!
James wasn’t trying to count. He just knew – it’d been 102 days since Erin had kissed him in Donegal.
Almost 103, if he were getting technical about it – it was a minute to midnight on New Year’s Eve, and they were sprawled out around the television in his aunt and uncle’s house with an array of bon bons and chips around them and Princess Bride on in the background.
Michelle was insisting that she hadn’t total botched the glitter nail polish on Clare’s left big toe – “it’s supposed to look like that, Clare” – and Erin was idly braiding and re-braiding the same portion of Orla’s hair, both pairs of their eyes intently watching the film from where they sat at the other end of the sofa.
They could have been at Jenny Joyce’s party instead. But, as they often did these days, they had deferred to Clare and she hadn’t wanted to go.
“I’d rather not think about it being New Year’s that much,” she’d said and he’d immediately understood. He was pretty sure they’d all immediately understood: it was hard to start a new year when it was one that her dad would never be a part of.
So he wasn’t going to say, but as soon as the clock had hit 11:30, he couldn’t help but glance at his watch every few minutes. He just wanted to know when it was going to officially be 1998. He just wanted to know when it was going to be 103 days.
It’d been almost 103 days of a lot of Erin – intentional glances and well-placed hand brushes and sitting next to each other and continually edging the boundary “to wait” ever further. Like when they’d been doing homework at Erin’s kitchen table and he’d reached over to tuck a piece of hair that kept falling out of her clip behind her ear. Or when she’d held his hand at Mr. Devlin’s funeral (but then, so had Orla). And when they’d all parted after the wake, he thought maybe he’d felt a glancing kiss on his cheek as she pulled back from a hug. He wished he’d thought to do the same.
Almost 103 days. Almost 103 days was a long time – a long time of replaying the same moment over and over again in his head. He wanted a new moment to think about for the next 103.
He hadn’t expected to get it coming out of the toilet at 12:08.
“Oh! Sorry, do you need – I was just washing off the face mask,” he said when he opened the door to see Erin waiting outside it in the upper hallway.
“Aye, just…yeah, the toilet,” she said, motioning awkwardly to the open door behind him, but making no movement to go in. She looked at him a long moment and seemed to be chewing at the inside of her lip. “Um – don’t know if you noticed, but…Happy New Year.”
He felt his face relax into a smile. “Happy New Year. Yeah, I noticed. Just…didn’t want to say anything.”
“Right. Same,” she said. “I’m glad we’re here tonight, and not at – but, well, I had sort of wanted to…,” she trailed off. He couldn’t tell if it was the dim light, but her cheeks looked flushed.
“Want to – what?” he asked, eyebrows raised in question.
She shuffled her feet and chewed on her lip for another second, before she darted out on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek and landing somewhere right at the corner of his mouth.
“Oh!” he said, and instinctively, accidentally took a step back. The change on her face was instant.
“Oh my god. Oh shit. Sorry. Oh God. Sorry. I shouldn’t have –” she stammered, eyes wide in sudden embarrassment. “I – I thought we…I thought you still – oh God. Sorry. I’m just…going to –” she said, and tried to maneuver around him to the toilet.
“No! Wait, Erin –” he said, his brain scrambling to catch up. He reached out a hand to grab her; if he could just make her stay – his hand connected, wrapping around her wrist and ensuring that she turned back before she could lock herself in the toilet for the rest of the night. It’s what he figured she’d do; it’s what he would do. “Wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean –”
“It’s ok. I should have – I shouldn’t have thought. You know. It’s been a while. I should have asked or, or –”
“No. Erin. I still do. I still – here,” he said, and stepped into her in one fluid motion, placing his hand against her cheek and a kiss against her lips. And when he stepped back, this time she didn’t look embarrassed, though the high flush in her cheeks had remained. “I still do.”
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aweecrush · 2 years
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in reference to this writing ask game that i posted earlier! the prompt was not sorry.
it is truly laughable that i thought i could write a “micro fic.” i have never been short-winded for anything, especially for fic. anyway, enjoy what has essentially become a drabble below the cut!
James had never heard Michelle be so silent before. From Donegal, to the school, to the Quinns', and then the few blocks home still clad in their pyjamas from the night before – she hadn't uttered a word to him. Not even a noise. Hadn't even so much as looked at him.
At first he hadn’t noticed; he’d been too busy watching the movement of Erin’s hair as she shifted around in the seat in front of him. And then he’d been annoyed – really? It was going to be like that? – and then it’d been a little funny; how far could he push it before she’d say something? He’d even complained pointedly about how bumpy the ride was on the Irish country backroads – surely she’d say something, about rides or the British or whatever. She could have her pick. As long as she said something. But she hadn’t responded. Her face remained turned to the window, though he saw how tense her shoulders got. Oh, so it was going to be like that? That’s when he’d gotten mad.
It wasn’t any of her business, whatever was going on between him and Erin – which, he still wasn’t sure he had a lot of clarity about. Except that she kissed him. She kissed him. Would she always have kissed him? Like, if he had said all those words ages ago, back when he first thought them? And if not then, when? James needed desperately, suddenly to know when Erin knew she would have kissed him.
But that felt a little beside the point right now, when he was mad like this. Because he needed Michelle to talk to him even more.
As soon as he unlocked the front door and she had brushed inside, bumping her shoulder intentionally against his, he decided he was over it. Beyond over it. 
“What’s your problem?” he snapped at her when she was already halfway up the stairs. She froze. Good, he thought darkly, trying to keep the prickle of anxiety at bay at watching her. Michelle could be scary, when she really put her mind to it. And judging by her stillness, James could already anticipate what amount of shit he was in. But he really didn’t fucking care anymore.
She turned back around and slowly descended the stairs until she was on the bottom step. Strategic, James decided, for gaining some height on him. “What’s my problem? Have you lost the fucking run of yourself? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You’re the one not speaking!” he retorted.
“Cause I don’t even know what to fucking say. God, you are such a fucking dick,” she spat. Michelle had called him a dick a lot, but he’d never felt it hit like that one. He took a step backward and felt another surge of indignation at the sneer that crossed her face. “I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t have anything to say. I’ve said everything already. And you haven’t even said sorry.”
James gaped at her. She couldn’t be serious. “Sorry? I’m not sorry. Are you fucking joking?”
“No, I’m not fucking joking. It’s Erin, James. It could have been anyone. Erin? You did it on purpose, you –”
“It wasn’t on purpose! It was very not on purpose, believe me, I just –”
“Oh fuck off,” she said, before turning to bound off up the stairs.
James didn’t think this house could feel even lonelier than it already did, but somehow that accomplished it.
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aweecrush · 2 years
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DERRY GIRLS SEASON ONE, EPISODE FOUR
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aweecrush · 2 years
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DERRY GIRLS 2.05 | 3.04
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DERRY GIRLS 3x04 | ‘The Hunting’
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aweecrush · 2 years
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james & erin ; derry girls
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aweecrush · 2 years
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GIULIA’S 2K CELEBRATION ♡ ↳ 🎨: derry girls + blue for @usergamora
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aweecrush · 2 years
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#im not crying you’re crying
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aweecrush · 2 years
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Headcanon: James and Erin had their second kiss on Erin’s (actual) 18th Birthday because it was her gift to herself, to kiss him again.
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aweecrush · 2 years
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Erin + James I DERRY GIRLS, series 3 - The Agreement
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aweecrush · 2 years
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What terrified me most was all the things I hadn’t done and all the things I hadn’t said because I’d been too scared or too nervous… I like me, Erin… You… Shit! You, I… I like you, Erin. I think I’ve liked you for a long time and I don’t expect you to say anything. I just want you to know that I think you’re beautiful…
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