#p;james

[eleanorkingston]

Looks Red, Tastes Blue

The smell of cheap liquor and the sounds of pool table balls hitting each other filled the air of the 21st Amendment. It was the only place she could get a beer without having to brush off every other guy who tried to buy her a drink.

Eleanor took a seat at the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. The tender passed the beverage over and she finished it without hesitation. The warm buzz tickled her body all over. Ordering her second drink, Eleanor eyed the bar. Same old story. Man flirting with woman, a couple sneaking off to the bathroom, and while the bar was packed there still were many lonely souls. 

A deep exhale escaped Scarlett painted lips as she got off her seat with drink in hand. She squeezed between two bodies besides feeling her foot get caught under the barstool leg. 

Fuck. She muttered. With enough force she pulled her leg out of its trap and fell forward. But her body slammed into another’s spilling her drink all over the other. 

Another fuck. 

“I’m so sorry. So so sorry.” Without thinking she reached back over to the bar and grabbed a few napkins. “Fuck. Here.” Eleanor’s hand patted the man’s shirt; there was something familiar with this touch. Something so intimate but almost done before. But maybe it was the fact she hadn’t had a good lay since her time abroad. 

“I think seltzer water should–” Her cerulean eyes caught between a pair of whiskey colored orbs. Her breath caught in her throat; like a picture perfect moment from her past. “– get it off.” 

“James?” She asked, as though looking for him to deny his own identity. “What are you... When did you? How...?” Maybe she was looking for answers to describe the ringing in her ears or the banging in her chest. 

“Hi.” Eleanor finally settled on. “I just got off a thirty hour shift so please let me know that you’re real and not some manifestation that I might be going crazy.”

@jamesxblackwell

[lily-evans-wil]

we both went mad || james & lily

With dinner come and gone, every room in the house  marveled it, and having found the host of the evening to give her thanks, there wasn’t much left on Lily’s list of to-dos that evening, except finding James of course. She had already given up most hope at seeing Marlene or Mary again if the chaos that was still building around her was any indication of how long the party was going to go that evening. Sebastian had mentioned sunrise fireworks hadn’t he? Indeed there was only one thing she found herself wanting to do now and that was spend time with James.

It took a few rooms until Lily had found him, catching sight of his ruffled hair as he hunched over one of the many drink tables, no doubt fixing himself another. A bit lightheaded herself, especially with how early Marlene had started them off, Lily didn’t think she could handle any more. She certainly didn’t intend to get this level of buzzed that evening, but couldn’t say she wasn’t enjoying it. Inching up beside James, a faint flush on her face along with a smile that showed in her eyes, she leaned up against his arm. “Have you been hiding somewhere all night Mr. Potter, because you’ve been impossible to find.”

@goingxstag

[lily-evans-wil]

all at once || Jily

Even Lily’s parents could sense the anticipation and nerves that had been building up in her over the past few days. It had gone unnoticed for the better part of Petunia’s stay, too many other distractions in the house to see that their youngest daughter was more restless than usual around the house, but once the attention was drawn back to Lily it was hard not to notice. Thankfully New Years usually merited a sense of excitement, so it was easy to chalk up her mood to the festivities of the night. 

It was not that Lily enjoyed lying to her parents, but it was something she had surprisingly become accustomed to over the past few years. As far as they knew, she would be celebrating with Marlene and they knew not to wait up, although there wasn’t a chance her father would even make it to the stroke of midnight. She had long ago decided that leaving many of the details of her life out would be better for them, and their relationship. Although she planed on telling them about James, tonight was not the time for it. After the blowout at Sebastian’s and the conversation that followed, common sense would indicate Lily should learn to stop her deceit, but it felt necessary to carry on a few days longer.

So the mix of emotions that Lily’s parents had sensed were not due to the holiday, but instead because of the evening she would be spending with James and his family as his girlfriend. Despite the import of the night for varied reasons, Lily was surprisingly calm as the moment had come and she looked around for James near the diner they had last spoken in - the place they had promised to meet as it would have been difficult to get to the Potter house on her own.

Turning the corner, she recognized James’s silhouette instantly, his unmistakable hair and posture backlit by the bright windows behind him. Picking up her pace to meet him, Lily’s body reacted before she could think, ensnaring him into a welcome kiss that wordlessly said how much she had missed him in such a short time. Hands settled to his face as she smiled on him, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to say it either. “Merlin, Potter, I missed you.” ( @goingxstag )

[eleanorkingston]

If These Sheets Were States

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

“FUCK!”

Eleanor yells into the midnight sky. She was alone; in the middle of who knows what street on Crownsville with nothing but her cellphone that was luckily charged enough to last the night. The woman had left Gabriel’s car in haste, told him off and recommended he go get some much needed sleep. She saw the first home and made up some excuse that she was supposed to stay with a friend who was healing from a bad breakup. In truth, she’d no idea where she was but knew being with Gabriel wasn’t any good. 

Pulling out her phone she looked through her contacts, a splatter of rain hit the electronic surface. Eleanor looked up and groaned, was rain even in the forecast? Georgian rain wasn’t just any weather phenomenon because when it rained, it poured. 

As if on cue, a rumble of thunder echoed the skies as one droplet became a shower full of them. Lightning cracked its whip agains the midnight canvas. She was soaked before she could even dial a number. Her thumb went for the first contact that would come to mind. 

“Hey, I know you’ve probably a million better things to do... I know we just met.” A dry chuckle escapes her lips, trying to find light in the situation. “I just–– need your help.” She pleaded with the person on the other end. “It’s pouring. I’m cold. I’m in front of some red house on Oak Street. I think it’s 78 Oak...” Eleanor peered to look at the number on the mailbox as another rumble of thunder sounded the sky. 

“I just... I need a ride home. If you can’t get me, it’s fine. But you were the first person I thought of a-and...” 

Her voice cracked, feeling so damn alone in this cold world. 

“And it would mean a lot if you could do this for me.”

@jamesxblackwell

[lily-evans-wil]

Unresolved || Jily

I really don’t want to have this conversation by owl. I have no idea what you’re thinking if I can’t look at your face, and I have absolutely no idea what to think right now because I can’t tell if you want me to fuck off or actually do what that stupid gossip thing was suggesting! - @goingxstag

Lily clenched her fist tightly, a smear of black ink stained on the side of her hand from furiously running over the ink before it had dried in her quick, fervent replies to James. Quill hovering over parchment, the ink dripped from the tip to stain it, waiting to continue her sprawling cursive... but no words came to mind. In the face of what Lily could only say was absurdity, she froze, scanning over James’ handwriting again, and again. Suggesting. There was plenty of open-ended suggesting that the slanderous gossip could be implying, but nothing implying James do anything. 

In haste, Lily tossed her quill aside, releasing her fist only to clench it again over the parchment, setting out of her own dormitory with haste. He was close, the responses were too quick for him to be anywhere else. Storming up the other half of Gryffindor tower, her feet were carried by impulse, right from her own dorm to his, bursting in without so much a knock or greeting. 

Shoving the parchment back at James, she pushed it straight into his chest so he could feel the force of her frustration. “What is this supposed to mean?” Standing there in all her confusion, a mountain of unresolved question heavy on her mind, Lily did all she could to contain the shaking in her hand, twitching from the adrenaline. 

[nettlesandlilies-blog]

Late Nights | 1975 | James & Lily

All in all, Lily had definitely experienced better days. Although nothing particularly bad had happened, it just hadn’t been one of her best days. She hadn’t gotten as high on an assignment as she would have liked and she’d stained her favorite sweater. A quick charm had fixed the latter problem and her marks were high enough that the first didn’t matter, but it had just further cemented her dreary mood for the day. All she needed now was a hot drink and to sit by the fireplace for a while. That was something that could turn this day around if she let it. It hadn’t been hard to secure a cup of hot cocoa and nab her favorite worn chair. Her mum had just sent her a book she’d picked up recently, and losing herself in that seemed better than any alternative for the moment. Lily managed a small smile at the antics of some of the younger students in the room. Eventually her melancholic mood faded through the night until she was at least over the day. 

As she set down her cup, now cold and only half-full, she realized that everyone else had gone to bed. She vaguely remembered saying goodnight to her friends, but she’d been so lost in her book that she hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. She finally closed the book and set that aside too, only realizing a second later that not everyone had gone to bed. “Shouldn’t you be in bed by now, Potter?”

@magic-madness-potter

[stfu-pez-blog]

Taking The Long Way Home || Kendall + James

The amount of alcohol Kendall had already had was enough to daze her head, but not enough to stop her from thinking clearly. However, she felt the familiar burning heat in her cheeks and longed for something to stop it. She pushed her way through the crowd of multiple bodies, heading for the front door of the random house she was at; partying. She let out a sigh of relief when she was finally outside, away from the thumping music and careless drunk people. She pressed her back against the wall to the side of the now closed door and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and feeling the breeze cool her face down.

Kendall had entered the party in the mood for it, but as usual, it didn't take long for that to change. Although she wasn't in a bad mood anymore, she was actually still pretty hyped, she didn't feel like staying at the party for much longer. Her happy mood was more likely to stay intact if she left now; not that she knew why. Despite her moods always being unpredictable, in certain situations, she knew what things would change her moods and how to deal with them. Sometimes.

Hearing a familiar voice snapped her back to reality and she opened her eyes to put a face to the voice. She gave a soft smile when she noticed it was jamesmichealcalder. Shaking her head lightly as though to shake the daze out of her head, she finally spoke up, "Sorry, what was that?" She asked with a soft laugh; silently curssing herself for not clearing her mind quicker.