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BUT YEARS PASS AND I LOVE YOU THE SAME (part II/II)

Summary: Back in 1986, Y/n broke Eddie's trust and heart. He's on top of the world now, his dreams are coming true, and yet he can't help but wish things had been slightly different. A letter serves him as an excuse to aim for a second chance.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: smutty angst w/ a happy ending (?)

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Warnings: language, fairly light yet explicit smut, afab!reader, smoking

A/N: this is long bc it started off as a couple of suggestive paragraphs because I just Don't Write Smut. 'Then what happened?' you'll ask, and I won't be able to respond. I'm sorry for all the angst, but I'm sure you'll enjoy <3

Prequel: Liar. Traitor. Backstabber.

Sequel: but years pass and I love you the same (I/II)

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Eddie's chocolate eyes were wide when he stared at me, making me regret my sudden forwardness.

"To see the place." I clarified; just a lame excuse to calm the nerves of us both. The situation was already difficult enough to navigate.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded rapidly, more to himself than to me, before we climbed off the vehicle and walked the short distance between the pavement and my front door.

I struggled to get the keys, hands slightly shaky and palms sweaty due to both the situation and the fact that Eddie refused to allow me any kind of distance from him. The front of his torso was nearly glued to my side; head tilted down due to him observing my hands, caused his long hair to tingle the bare skin of my neck.

"You forgot how to open doors or what?"

"You forgot what personal space is or what?" I snapped at his smug tone, placing a hand on his chest to push him back while I pulled the right key. "If you wanna touch me just say it, Christ."

I actually only half meant that. It was more of a panic fueled scowl than an actual suggestion, but when I, triumphant after managing to unlock the door, met his eyes, I saw his response painting his gaze.

"What if I do?" We were close enough for me to feel his breathed words fanning on my cheek. "What if I wanna touch you. Like, really bad."

Shit.

My body was way faster than my brain; by the time I registered my actions, Eddie's mouth was on mine, his hands roaming my curves while I walked backwards into my house, tugging him with me by the silvery buckle of his belt.

Outer layers were flying out of the way even before I could close the door again. The door. Jesus.

"Hold up," I hummed against his lips, struggling with my selfcontrol to successfully separate from him in order to shut and lock the door.

Ever the clingy one, Eddie didn't wait for me to come back to him; instead, his hands came from behind to grip my hips, pulling me flush against him.

"I said hold up." I spoke in a stern tone, trying and failing to keep a cool head when his lips latched to my neck, planting open-mouthed kisses just in the right places.

"Don't wanna." He mumbled against my skin.

"Eddie."

Despite his whines, he seemed to listen and separated his body from me for a couple of seconds —enough time for me to close the door— though I couldn't even get a word in before his hands briefly came back to my hips and swiftly spun me around, tearing a small yelp out of me.

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

I was going to go in for yet another hungry kiss, and I... became motionless.

The fact that I hadn't stared at her up close until that very moment hit me like a freight train. Yes, I had stolen glances, shared looks, I had observed her from afar, but it was in that exact moment, with my hands frozen halfway up her blouse and her fingertips gracing the collar of my shirt that we stood face to face after four years.

Four bitter years, and it still hurt to look at her. It wasn't even fair, how beautiful she appeared to be.

Her brows furrowed at my halt, digits threatening to fall from my chest into the abyss between us. I feared the spell we were under would break due to the still silence, so I reconnected our lips before allowing my turmoil of mixed emotions a moment of clearance, which resulted in a frantic game of push and pull —a tug of war between the pain of a wound that never healed and the need to feel her close again.

Y/n struggled with matching the pace of my mouth and hands on her while I drove her away from the front door and deeper into the unknown room. It was erratic. Confusing.

One instant, I was cradling her cheeks while I melted into a bittersweet kiss, and the next I was pulling and tugging on anything —her hair, her clothes, her skin— in an attempt to release some of my pent up tension.

Three dangerous words threatened to spill from my parted lips while Y/n's nails traveled under my shirt to lightly scratch my abdomen, her tongue licking a stripe from my clavicle to my jawline before placing a soft, featherlight kiss there.

I accidentally backed her into some piece of furniture —probably a table?—; a soft wince of pain escaped her lips, mixed with a low moan when my mouth found the soft spot on the crook of her neck. That was when the hazarding sentence ran free.

"God, I hate you."

I hadn't meant to say it out loud, because it implied I still cared deeply. That's why a regretful 'fuck' followed my statement, my forehead falling on her shoulder while I braced myself on the surface behind her.

One of Y/n's hands also fell on the wooden edge, but the other remained on the back of my head, stroking my hair with enough care to make my eyes well up.

"Do you really?" Her voice held an anguish to it I didn't need to hear. "Cause if you do... well, can't blame you, can I?" Please don't fall, I begged my tears, shutting my eyes. "But if you don't, please don't say that okay? 'Cause I've spent these past four years being pretty sure you hated me."

Did I really hate her? Yeah, In a way. I hated her a little, but I hated myself way more, because maybe, if I had acted different about it, if I had let her explain... Maybe if I hadn't been nosey, or—

"Eddie?"

I sniffed, blinking away the salty water in my eyes before meeting Y/n's eyes again; her irises too glistened, thoroughly examining my expression.

"I should shut the fuck up, shouldn't I?" my rhetorical question was accompanied by a halfhearted laugh.

I felt Y/n's index tucking one of the locks framing my face behind my ear while I casted my head down in order to compose myself because God knows I wanted— no, I needed to do this so bad, but I had to get a grip first.

My orbs ended up roaming her chest, the sight making my dick twitch in my pants. I naturally followed the curves of her breasts, now sporting a couple of purple marks. The upper buttons of the blouse had been undone the moment we came through the door, making it easy for me to catch a glimpse of the lace bra beneath it, as well as of the mysterious pendant hanging from a long thin chain around her neck.

Hm. I hadn't paid it any mind before, too focused on making sure I kissed every inch of her, but now it was the perfect time to check it.

Her chest heaved when I tugged on the silvery cord to uncover the pendant. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of my ring.

"Jeez, you have so many." Y/n's amused laugh echoed in my room. She was a sight for sore eyes; sat crosslegged on my carpet, swimming in one of my biggest shirts while her fingers dug on the shoebox where I kept all my rings. "Can I keep one?"

The sunlight of the early morning slipped through my curtains and made her skin glow; lying on my stomach, tangled on my comforter, I wonder how I had gotten so lucky.

"Choose as many as you want, princess."

"Jesus..." I gulped, processing the newly acquired information.

"I wear it... sometimes." She confessed, unable to meet my widened gaze. "I forgot I had it on. If you want, I can give it ba—"

I gave the ring a firm tug, mindful not to break the chain, and placed my lips back on hers before more words could be spilled, taking the first chance I got to slip my tongue into her mouth. It became clear that the one thing we shouldn't be doing was talking.

"I think" I whispered, placing a kiss on Y/n's shoulder. "that we should— uhhh... keep our mouths busy. Cause we're not exactly thinking straight."

"Clearly." She scoffed, giving me an up-and-down look before nodding at my pants. "Take those off." I was momentarily stunned by both the sudden change of mood and her straightforwardness. "You want me to keep my mouth busy or not?" There was certain frustration in her tone as her own hands traveled down my torso, making my muscles clench under their slight pressure, until they reached my buckle.

"Busy with what, my dick?" I tried to tease, still slightly malfunctioning.

It didn't help that, while unbuckling my belt, she met my eyes and responded with a deadpanning "Yes."

Holy shit. Snapping out of my momentary shock, I caught Y/n's forearms right as she began to kneel down in front of me, and pulled her upright before sitting her up on the table behind.

"Eddie!" She squealed at the move, squeezing my forearms when my fingers traveled down to unbutton her own jeans. "What are you doing?"

"If you suck me off right now I won't last a damn minute, okay?" I mumbled, hands shaky from the arousal. "So how 'bout I keep my mouth busy instead, yeah?"

Y/n wrapped her legs around my middle and drew me in, triggering a groan out of me when her clothed core pressed against the tent formed in my now partially visible boxers.

"What makes you think I'm gonna last?" She whispered, rocking her hips against mine and causing me to subconsciously do the same, my forehead falling back into the crook of her neck, this time out of pleasure. "If I see you— mmmfuck—" she threw her head back once my hands snuck under her blouse to fondled her breasts while my teeth dug in her soft skin. "If I see you between my legs, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind."

"Driving you crazy sounds tempting." My breath fanned over the mark I had just left on her. I had to squeeze my eyes shut and bite the inside of my cheek to keep the sinful sounds that threatened to leave my body when one of Y/n's hands felt my hard-on over my underwear, nails playfully ghosting over it.

"Eddie?" She singsonged, her free hand tangling on my locks and pulling at my roots, forcing me to look at her. "I wanna hear you, love."

"God, Y/n..." My hand gripped her body in any place I could find in order to ground me when I her cold fingers entering getting past the elastic of my boxers. "Shit I-mmm..." My blunt nails dug into her still clothed thighs when, after a bit of struggle due to the lack of space between our bodies, she managed to wrap her hand around my dick. "missed you... I missed you so... holy- Jesus Y/n- fuck..."

"Missed you too, so much. You have no idea." She mumbled, lazily stroking my length, making me pant heavily. "Tried to move on, y'know? but no one feels as good as you." Y/n's lips placed a kiss on my cheek, her hummed words wrapped around me like silk, feeling equally suffocating and pleasant.

I sucked in a breath when Y/n's thumb ran over the head of my dick, making my legs buckle. "Okay st— fffuck! Stop." I begged, halfheartedly pulling Y/n's hand out of my boxers, tearing a quiet whine from me and a confused look from her.

"What's wro— Eddie!" My name came out of her in a high-pitched squeak when I dragged her down to her feet and yanked both her jeans and panties down, letting them pool at her ankles. "Oh God..." She breathed out at the sight of me kneeling down, tugging one of her legs completely out of her clothes to throw it over my shoulder.

Holding her thigh in place, I placed a trail of kisses on the inside of it. "Y'know what else I missed?" She threw her head back, her chest heaving unevenly when one of my thumbs pressed on her clit, soon joined by my tongue lapping at her cunt.

"Eddie... Fuck... So good... so good for me..."

I couldn't help myself but moan into her, buckling my hips in a desperate search of some kind of friction at both the praises and how beautiful she looked just like this.

"Wait..." Her voice trembled when her fingers dove into my locks, giving me a quick pull as a signal to halt my motions. "Need you inside me."

I lost no time to stand up, tearing my shirt off me in the process. "Room?"

"Hmm?" Her lids were only half open, hands cupping my face to bring me in for a sloppy kiss.

"Your bedroom, Y/n." I growled into the kiss, growing insanely impatient. "Where's your damn bedroom." I questioned again, reaching in my back pocket for a condom before getting rid of my pants and shoes.

Y/n caught my motions and proceeded to completely unbutton her blouse and throw it behind her. "Second door on the left."

"Second door on the left?" She nodded, enclosing my hips between her legs when I tapped her thigh. "C'mon, princess." I unclasped her bra, giving her a couple of seconds to throw it away before picking her up.

Given the way her hands caressed my chest and cheeks and the look she was giving me, it was a miracle we even got to the bed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

I woke up at 6:17, not by my alarm, but by the heavy arm that had just fell on my bare stomach.

Eddie. Shit.

With the upmost care, I moved his limb away from me and slid off the bed, grabbing my pyjamas before locking myself in the bathroom.

I need a hot second to process the previous night's events —not only the fact that we had slept together, but also what had happened after.

Mostly what had happened after.

Once we both had come down from our highs, limbs shaking and bodies covered in a thin coat of sweat, Eddie pulled out with a wince and thrashed the condom into the can at the corner of my room.

Panting, he sat back on his heels, lips slightly parted. I saw hesitation in his eyes before he asked with a reedy voice, "Do you want me to leave now?"

Instead of offering him a verbal response, I propped myself up and tugged him down to the mattress, engulfing him in a tight hug, which he instantly reciprocated.

"I don't—" he cleared his throat, nuzzling his face into my chest. "I don't hate you. I don't think I can." My heart skipped a beat at his words. "It pisses me off so much." He buried his face further into my skin, protecting himself from my gaze. "'cause, shit, you hurt me pretty bad, y'know."

I stayed still, trying to keep my own emotions under control. I knew there was no way in hell I would get him to open up again, so I couldn't fuck it up.

"I tried to hate you for a while, though. Tried to— yeah, tried to move on. But uh..." He made a long pause, presumably gathering up the courage to prop himself up to look at me. "Turns out that I—" he let out a single rueful laugh, a single tear rolling down his cheek and falling on mine. "I'm fucking stupid or something, 'cause I still love you. And I don't—" Eddie sniffed, lower lip trembling when my thumb traveling to his face and wiped a couple more drop of clear liquid he was unable to stop. "I don't know what to do about that."

Speechless, I met his lips —salty due to his silent crying— in a sweet peck and prompted him to lay back down.

We fell asleep like that, tangled up in both my sheets and unspoken words, leaving the serious chat for the morning.

I needed to think. And a shower.

I ran the tab and jumped in, mind racing so loud that I didn't hear Eddie getting up, nor how he not so quietly collected his things and left.

When I exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, I was met with an empty bed, a quiet house, and a note on the living room table.

'I have things to do, I'll see you tomorrow. Sorry.'

Tomorrow. I found myself scoffing at the note. He either didn't know the Principal had handed us Corroded Coffin's schedule, or he didn't care enough to make up a proper excuse.

By so-called tomorrow he would be on a plane heading to Europe, and I would be stuck with all I had wanted to tell him but couldn't because turns out he still loved to run away.

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

I regretted it the moment I started up the car, but what was I supposed to do? Go back in? I had barely made it out of the house without having to face Y/n. Plus, the note was written and the damage was done. Again.

The fact that I spent that day running from one friend's home to another, visiting the few people I had missed, made it easier to hide from Y/n.

And so I made unscathed through the day and the night —though going back to the trailer was particularly nerve-racking—, and soon enough, I was watching the Sun rise with the band in Indianapolis International Airport, shielding myself from the paparazzi until we made it into the plane.

Guilt gnawed at me throughout the whole trip, so, once we had been driven to our hotel in Paris, I locked myself in the room and made a call to the United States.

Robin seemed far from happy to hear that I needed a favor from her.

"Are you serious right now?"

"...Yeah?" My tone was unsure while I sat down on the bed, placing the phone base on my lap.

"No!" With a wince, I pulled the handset away from my ear at her outraged yell. "You're an asshole. An asshole with a capital 'A', Munson."

"I know, I know." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "C'mon Buckley, please."

"She's on the tabloids because of your little nightly rendezvous." She scolded me. "You know she's a private person, and you left her here to deal with it alone."

"I had a plane to—"

"And now you call me asking to talk to her for you?"

"I'm—"

"When you didn't even say goodbye to her?"

Her well-deserved lecture made it hard for me to get my point through. "Listen, Robin, I just need talk to her okay? can you at least give me her number?"

She hummed in a mockingly thoughtful manner before responding with a quipping "Nope."

"Robin wait— Shit!" I groaned in frustration, throwing the phone to the floor to rub my face with both hands, lying down on the silky sheets.

I tried to call again, and again, and again until Marla ushered me out of the room, claiming we were going to be late for the show if I kept moping.

I phoned again from the Palais omnisports de Paris-Bercy before the concert and obtained no response.

Needless to say, the performance in Paris was awful. I would have felt much worse with myself, had my mind not been clouded by regret. I must have been looking quite bad, because the boys didn't even scold me for my lack of focus —they just let me sport a scowl in silence and reclude myself in the hotel room until we had to move to Dublin for our grand finale.

Marla wouldn't stop reminding me how important it was, and how the Paris incident couldn't happen again because 'Eddie, I don't care about your little gone-wrong liaison moment, if you want another world tour, you're gonna have to give it your all tonight'.

I did want another world tour, but I also wanted to to wallow in self-pity and never see anyone again. I had been given me a second chance with Y/n, and I had royally fucked it up.

But maybe...

I lightbulb went out in my head. Maybe I could do something still.

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READER'S P. O. V.

I sat on my couch, leaning on its arm with my legs sprawled on it; the reports I was supposed to be filling about Hawkins' state were long forgotten in my lap.

My attention had instead chosen as a focal point the TV, which had been broadcasting Corroded Coffin's last show of the tour. The volume had been tuned down to the minimum for the majority of the time, but after giving up on my work, I turned it up to fully enjoy it. Thankfully, it was way better than their last one.

Why do I do this to myself? I thought when, during Eddie's last solo, the camera man switched the wide shot for a flattering close up of the lead singer. Way too flattering. He looked somewhat divine.

I forced myself to look away until I heard the song end and the crowd applauses and screams, which soon turned into shouts for an encore.

"Alright, alright!" Eddie let out a breathy laugh into the mic, fingers combing his damp hair out of the way. "You get one more!" He made a pause to catch his breath. "This one's... kinda special!"

While Eddie talked to the audience, his bandmates spreaded out. Gareth got up from the drums and walked backstage, jogging back with a black stool; their newest member put the bass down and went to grab a microphone, and Jeff strolled to the side to get a hold of an acoustic guitar being handed to him from the side of the stage.

Eddie gifted Jeff a smile when his bandmate swapped his electric guitar for the one he had just acquired.

"You already listened to it tonight but-" Eddie's tongue stuck out while he tuned the instrument. "There's three things you don't know about it!" He gave Gareth an appreciative nod when the younger boy set the stool behind him. "First! It's meant to be played with an acoustic guitar!" He took a step forward, giving the bass kid space to maneuver the spare mic before the stool. "Second! Long Lost isn't the real name, but the original title was too damn long!"

A snort from Eddie. More cheers. My stomach was doing flips out of anxiety, for some reason I didn't quite understand.

"Third! I... uh... I wrote it—" He was nervous, I could tell, even when he was trying to play it off. "Ehem, I wrote it for a close friend of mine!"

The long-haired boy shot a look behind him and, as if on cue, the group exited the stage. Taking a deep breath, Eddie walked further into the stage, dragging his mic with him, to occupy the stool.

"This is probably not the corny shit you signed up for, but bare with me for three minutes and a half!" A round of laughter could be heard in television, tearing an open half smile from Eddie. "Okay Dublin, this is But Years Pass And I Love You The Same!"

The crowd awed collectively. A single spotlight illuminated Eddie. The guitar string played a simple melody and my heart stopped. Those were the chords he would jokingly play me whenever I asked to hear his music.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

Knock knock knock.

I cursed under my breath, tossing my lighter on the nightstand, cigarette hanging from my lips while I stalked to the suite's door. "Marla, I swear if you don't let me be for five fucking minutes-"

The girl before me clicked her tongue, nose and cheeks rosey due to Dublin's unforgiving cold weather. "Not Marla. Sorry."

I blinked at her in awe, not quite processing what was happening. "Y/n?"

"Hi." She gave me a small wave. "Am I... Interrupting anything?" Her eyes shot a look at my naked torso before subtly attempting to take a look behind me, presumably to check I was alone.

"Yeah- No! no. You're good." I stuttered, suddenly subconscious about my choice of clothing -or the lack of it, matter-of-factly. "H-how did you find...?"

"I have my ways." She stated, taking off her leather gloves before reaching for my cigarette to give it a drag. "Can I...?" She nodded in the room's direction, passing the smoke back to me.

"Shit, yeah! Yeah, sorry, come in." I stepped away for her to enter my lodging, rushing to put out the cigarette and grab a shirt as soon as she was in. "Lemme-" my pulse was shaky when my hands reached to take her jacket and carry it to the armchair by the door. "Did you... Uhm..." God, she looked gorgeous. "Did Robin..." I scratched my neck in an anxious manner, taking cautious steps in her direction, "Did Robin talk to you?"

"Uh huh." She confirmed distractedly, taking a proper look at our surroundings. "I told her not to pick up any of your calls."

I felt the confusion substituting the initial surprise at how her words and actions lacked cohesion. "Then... why are you here?"

She quirked a brow at me, fingers picking at her nailpolish. "I don't know, you tell me." Sarcasm made her voice a little too bitter.

"Oh, c'mon." She shot me a cold glare which soon disolved into nearly imperceptible self-consciousness. It almost seemed like she was conflicted, just now realizing she didn't think it through.

Y/n took an exasperating long moment to respond, as if she was carefully picking every word she was going to speak. Or maybe she was just torturing me. "You sounded awful in Paris." She stated, plopping down on my bed.

"So lovely of you, to come all the way to here to tell me that." I squinted my eyes at her, heart beating fast at a thought I managed to voice. "Good to know you watch our concerts."

She caught what I meant, and she didn't like it. "Yeah, I watch your fucking concerts. Yeah, I saw your stupid little number." She sounded hurt. "You're sending me some fucked up mixed signals, Eddie. You sneak out of my house, leaving nothing but fucking note, and then you do that."

Silence.

"I'm... I'm sorry." I muttered, casting my head down as a child who's being chastised. "I shouldn't have left like that. Robin's right, I'm an asshole with a capital 'A'." I heard the mattress springs squeak when Y/n sat down, and plucked up the courage to look back up. "I tried to fix it with the only thing I'm good at. I was gonna do it back in Hawkins but... I backed out last minute."

Her shoulders were slouched, eyes fixed on her hands, fidgeting on her lap. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before meeting my gaze.

"Did you mean anything you said? That night at my place."

I felt the blood creeping up my neck, lighting my ears in dark red at the mere memory of my confession. It was terrifying, how it had taken me just her soft embrace to pathetically spill my guts.

"Any of it." I knew I would lie if I dared to open my mouth, so I limited myself to shake my head affirmatively. "Then why did you leave like that?"

"I don't-" Her gaze held a mocking question; 'I don't know? Really?'. "I got scared, okay? I wasn't ready to tell you."

"Which part?"

"All of it! You don't understand how much of a mess I've been these past four years. It's not even the fact that you fucked me over anymore! it's that I just— I just—"

The little sob that had shaken her frame at Motel 6's slummy balcony back in the summer of '86 had been engraved in my brain; it haunted me much more than the abrasive lies my mind would whisper about how she had used me, how she had only pretended to love me.

It was probably because those were lies, and it was a fact that she had risked her work ethics to prove that she did care.

It was also a fact that had broken her heart. Deep down, I knew it from the very first step I took in my van's direction, but pride and fear had taken over me so fast after muttering that one truth.

'You're the best thing that happened to me in a long time'. She was. She really was, and I chose to ran away instead of trying to fix it.

"I left you there! I've spent a ridiculous amount of nights wondering what would have happened if I had.... I don't know, ran back to you, Instead of driving out. Would it be any different now if I had come to terms with the fact that you were doing your goddamn job?" I ran my hands over my face up down and back up. "Maybe" I intertwined my fingers at the back of my head. "maybe if I had just— ugh! handed you the fucking backpack without getting nosey—"

"Eddie, you're spiraling." hadn't even realized that Y/n had gotten up to stand before me until her hands carefully removed mines from my locks.

Her touch and stare were so gentle, full of what most likely was sympathy but looked just a little too similar to love.

And there it went again. "I still love you. I meant every word, I wasn't ready to say that, and I panicked because shit, I see you for the first time in years and at first I don't even know how feel about it and then I'm at your house and-"

"Okay. Okay, get it." She reassured me, thumbs rubbing the back of my wrists. "Now breathe."

"Okay."

"You didn't let me get a word in."

"Sorry."

"Can I talk now?" I gave her an small nod, my eyelids fluttering when her palms cupped my face. "I wanna say a lot of things too, you know? But I'm not— it's not the time now. I meant it when I said I thought you hated me. I'm still processing that... Well, that you don't." She breathed out a nervous laugh, bringing the ghost of a half smile to my face. "To be honest, I don't really know if wanted to come, but I know that I couldn't take letting another four years pass. I really missed you."

"You came all the way to Dublin to tell me that you missed me?"

"I would've called," she released my cheeks from her hold, leaving my skin tingly. "but it's easier to track you."

I blinked a couple of times before snorting at her casual statement. "You tracked me."

"I tracked you."

"Lemme get this straight," I took a step back to accompany my following teasing with theatrical gesticulation, something I realized I hadn't done in a while. "You tracked my hotel room in Dublin," She playfully slapped my hand away when it got a bit too close to her. "To tell me you missed me."

"And to make fun of your performance in Paris."

"You were on my mind." I confessed, folding my arms over my chest, kicking the air.

"That's borderline offensive." Through my bangs, I saw a smile creep onto her face; a genuine smile —one that, thinking about it, I hadn't seen since the spring of '86. The way she seemed to gleam with it made something bloom in my chest, and all from sudden, it became hard for me to breathe. "What's that look for?"

"Nothing I just..." Kiss me kiss me kiss me. "How long you gonna stay?"

"I'm leaving in the morning."

"Do you... maybe... wanna stay here?" I struggled to lock eyes with her. Unbeknownst to me, she was just as nervous.

Her mouth opened and closed once before she actually responded with a grimace, "I don't think that'd be a good idea."

"Right." Y/n's sorry look let me know my visage had visibly fallen in defeat. "Uhm- I'll be back in the States in three days. If you want—" I did a 180, stalking to the desk on the room, where one of my music notebook laid. "You can give me your number and" ripping a blank sheet, I handed it to her along with a pen. "I don't know, we can meet halfway for a drink or something."

With the ghost of a content smile gracing her gaze, she silently took the piece of paper and the pen to carefully ink down the number.

She sighed, giving me an up-and-down before extending her arm and wiggling the note for me to take it, which I did. "Give me a call whenever you want."

"Whenever I want?" My eyebrows raised, a cheeky grin tugging the corner of my lips.

"Whenever you want." She confirmed, circling me in order to grab her jacket. "I really liked the song, by the way." It was nothing more than a mumble, but I somehow managed to catch it.

"I'm- Really? Huh, well, I-I'm glad you did." I attempted to sound as cool as possible, trying to mask the fulfilling excitement that made my body tingle; given the little laugh that escaped her lips while I opened the door for her, I did a rather poor job. "Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not laughing at you!" I gave her shoulder a little shove, causing her to step out of the suite. "I'm not. It's just..." She pursed her lips, examining my form, which now leaned on the doorframe, with nostalgic eyes. "I'm glad I came."

"Me too."

Unable to look at her for long, I casted my dark irises down, letting my left thumb fidget with the ring on my index finger.

It truly startled me when Y/n's shoes' appearance on my visual field was swiftly followed by her gently imprinting a lipgloss stain on my cheek.

Wide-eyed, I lifted my gaze to be met with her reddened cheeks. I couldn't find it in myself to tease her, feeling my own face heating up at the simple yet intimate touch.

From her mouth fell a quiet, unheeding 'good night', but her feet didn't move —not right away, at least, which gave me a few seconds to ponder if it would be worth it to...

I was never good at thinking things through; my body was soon moving on impulse, leaning on to steal a featherlight kiss from her.

Before I could even attempt to retreat, Y/n's hand came to caress my jaw, parting her lips to turn the innocent, tentative peck into a slow, open-mouthed kiss that escalated rather quickly once one of my hands left the doorframe to bring her closer by her hip.

"Stay." I breathed out, momentarily pulling away to check her features. "Please?"

Visibly battling with herself, Y/n puffed in defeat, letting her forehead rest on my chest. I wondered if she could feel the way she made my heart jackhammer with the mere touch of her lips.

"No fucking." She commanded, making my ribs thrum with amused laughter. "And you drive me to the airport tomorrow."

"As you wish, m'lady." I promised, planting a kiss on her temple.

I effortlessly pulled us back into the room, savoring the feeling of beginning to be truly happy again.

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Round One Masterlist: Fics

Please see under the cut for all fics, ordered by first posting day down to last.

Title: Whiskey & Orange Juice Author: @wotcherpotter Prompt: Scenario #7 Holiday Party Pairing(s)/Characters: James Potter/Lily Evans Rating: General Audiences Spoilers/Warnings: N/A Summary: Lily’s mum had always said, ‘the way you started the New Year was a reflection of how your year would pan out’ and she did not want to be moping for a full 365 days. Notes: AU - College, AU - Modern

Title: Defeating the Grinch Author: Chie/ @chierafied Prompt: Scenario #4 – Ice-skating Pairing(s)/Characters: James&Lily; James, Remus, Sirius, Peter, Mary, Marlene, Lily Rating: T Warnings: Some drinking, tipsiness and mild swearing Summary: Lily has lost her holiday spirit - and her mother. But luckily she has friends who want to remind her that she is not alone. Notes: Thanks for @gryffindormischief and Maz for beta-reading! ♥

Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You Author: @siriuslynerdy32 Prompt: Image #5 Pairing(s)/Characters: James Potter/Lily Evans Rating: General Audience Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers/warnings Summary: During the chilly Christmas, Lily Evans finds the hearth to keep her warm. Notes: Jily Muggle Neighbours AU! Unadulterated fluff

Title: A Game of Thrones Author: @wearingaberetinparis Prompt: Quote #2 “Winter is coming.” - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones Pairings: James Potter/Lily Evans Rating: M Spoilers/Warnings: None Summary: Lily Evans had never imagined she would meet Prince James, but when she does at St Andrews’ annual Christmas Pub Crawl, her whole world is turned upside down. For who thought that a girl like her - with a sister that reads “Hello” magazine like it’s the Bible - would end up with a prince like him? Notes: A Jily Royalty/University/Modern Setting AU.

Title: Eight After Eights Author: @bantasticbeasts Prompt: Quote #10 “Happy birthday, Jesus. Sorry your party’s so lame.” - The Office Pairing(s)/Characters: James Potter/Lily Evans Rating: Not rated Spoilers/Warnings: No warnings Summary: “You know James met Jeremy Paxman and he was so awestruck that he cried?” Sirius tells her, through a mouthful of chip sandwich. “First of all,” says James, eyes not leaving the screen, “I was eight, so jot that down. I was meeting my hero, I think I was entitled to a few tears. Secondly—” “Your hero when you were eight was Jeremy Paxman?” Lily grins. “I’ve literally never been less surprised to learn anything.” Notes: special love to rhiannon, grace and ria for reassuring me that this is okay and encouraging me through this x

Title: James Potter, Arrogant Tosser Author: JannaElizabeth93/ @bengaliprincess Prompt: Image #3 Pairing(s)/Characters: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Rating: General Audiences Spoilers/Warnings: none Summary: James Potter, Arrogant Tosser, missed a few days of class in December 1976 Notes: none

Title: Snowbody Like You Author: @our-daily-struggle Prompt: Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin’/In the lane, snow is glistening/A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight/Walking in a winter wonderland - “Winter Wonderland” - Richard B. Smith Pairing(s)/Characters: James Potter/Lily Evans Rating: Teen Spoilers/Warnings: mild language Summary: Their last Christmas at Hogwarts was one filled with cheer and joy and ‘to new beginnings’. So why is Lily Evans not in the Christmas spirit, but rather waging a war in her own head? And how is Potter, again, the root of all her problems? Notes: A MASSIVE thank you to my wonderful and amazing beta-reader @wearingaberetinparis for proof reading my story, i can’t thank you enough! This is dedicated to Mary, my new gorgeous, HP-GoT loving friend :) And to everyone else who loves and adores Jily!

Title: An English Witch In Newark Author: @attinaadellaalana/PeridotLionheart Prompt: Secret Santa Pairing(s)/Characters: James Potter/Lily Evans Rating: Not Rated Spoilers/Warnings: I suppose Order of the Phoenix and Half Blood Prince. Mentions of blood might squick people out. Summary: A festivity is happening after a grand adventure. Will Lily and James finally admit what is going on between them? Notes: Special thanks to @bengaliprincess and a friend for beta reading!

Title: Prongs and the Hot Chocolate Incident Author: ashkar (@sass-and-ambition) Prompt: Word #3 Hot Chocolate Pairing(s)/Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James/Lily Rating: General audience Warnings: none Summary: James is nice to Lily for once, and it has a profound impact on him.

Title: So Just Act Like You Love Me Author: twilightstargazer ( @hiddenpolkadots) Prompt: Quote#3 ‘At Christmas tea is compulsory, relatives are optional’ - Robert Godden Pairing/Chraacters: James Potter/ Lily Evans; James Potter, Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Petunia Evans Dursley Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Spoilers/ Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe- Modern, Fake/ Pretend Relationship Summary: “Petunia knows Sirius, but she doesn’t know you,” she says, and her voice doesn’t wobble even once. He doesn’t seem to catch it, but Sirius is staring at her with his eyebrows raised, just a little. She ignores it and trudges forward, steeling herself for what’s to come. “Petunia doesn’t know you. She doesn’t know that we’re just friends or that we argue like nothing else so–” A flicker of understanding flares to life in his eyes and his jaw almost falls open. “Oh god.” or, Lily was looking forward to a nice, quiet Christmas by herself. Instead she’s heading back home for her sister’s engagement party with a fake boyfriend in tow. Notes: thank you to @gxldentrio, @prongsno, and @tamilprongspotter for putting up with my chat based yelling.

Title: Snow Angels Author: @grhffindores Prompt: Word#8 Snow Pairing(s)/Characters: James Potter/ Lily Evans; James Potter, Lily Evans, mentions of Marauders Rating: no warnings apply Spoilers/Warnings: minor spoilers about the first war. Summary: Snow blurs the line between friends and lovers, but that’s okay because they kind of don’t care anyways.

Title: it’s all perception Author: @missgoalie75 Prompt: Image #9 Pairing(s)/Characters: Lily/James Rating: T Warnings: None Disclaimer: Title is from “Young” by The Paper Kites. Summary: Lily and James’ last five holidays. Notes: Thank you to @firstbreaths for co-running this fest with me and being the best beta in the entire world.

Title: to hope to be Author: Paradise_of_Mary_Jane/ @pdfcct Prompt: Quote #5 "It’s Christmas Eve. It’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we smile a little easier, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year we are the people we always hoped we would be.“ - Scrooged Pairing(s)/Characters: James/Lily; James Potter, Lily Evans; Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew Rating: T Warnings: None Summary:Their guests arrive at a quarter past five, a full hour before they’re meant to. It’s a testament to James’ powers of persuasion and desperation that Remus and Sirius arrive together, and that Peter arrives at all. Still, Lily can’t help but frowning playfully when she sees them come through the fireplace. She adjusts the hold she has on Harry so that she’ll see them better. “You’re early,” she says. “Dinner’s not ready yet.” Notes: A huge thanks to the mods of jameslilyfest and to my beta wotcherpotter for making this fic possible!! You guys are amazing<33

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