#theindieflash

She felt him before she saw him. Arms wrapping around her protectively as the explosion from the building nearby made her ear drums rattle. She felt so small against him, like a child being protected by an adult, but comforted it by it all the same as not many people would have shielded her like this from a bomb.

Her head tucked in her hands, eyes shut tight, she didn't look up until sound started coming back to her senses. Was that his heartbeat she was hearing pounding, or her own?

Girl meets guy at a singing diner. Is horribly mortified at all the attention. Set up was made by a friend to get her to RELAX for once. Girl can’t blame the guy. Especially not when he’s got that kind of smile that made her into a rambling mess. Yes. First interaction and she continued on with a rambling mess. But, the weird part of it all? It worked. She wasn’t thinking about the ‘finals’ to end all ‘finals.’ Zoey was kind of sort of actually having a social life? Who knew she could get one of those. 

So here they were. Having seen each other for a while, and she hasn’t put her foot in her mouth yet to ruin things. At least not yet. Things are going, relatively well? Her walls are down, so much so her neurosis isn’t going bonkers on caffeine. It helps it was Summer now, and she was only taking two courses in the small break. Either way, she’s comfortable enough to share some of her uber nerdy passions. Astronomy Club.

Late night picnic, her trusty telescope, and a star map adorned her blue blanket as she adjusted the lens on it. “So, we’re actually in a bit of a luck. We could possibly see venus, mars and mercury. A lot of people think they’re going to be close together, but they’re actually scattered.” she remarked aloud, before leaving the magnification where she wanted it, and looking up. “I know it sounds really nerdy, but I promise it’ll be incredible.” an eager smile searched his face for encouragement. “Did I mention how much I appreciate you doing this with me tonight? "

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romances or middle-aged romances // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

IT HAD TAKEN SOME PROCESSING. A lot of processing, actually.

Even though they were still friends on Facebook, it wasn’t as if Blaine checked into social media all that often. College and being newly-married had all but SWALLOWED him whole. Then Audrey had been born, and balancing being a good husband and good father meant little time for anything else. And ever since the divorce, Blaine really hadn’t wanted contact outside his small circle of family and close friends. He’d stepped back, even more than before, from anything that might disturb the protective BUBBLE he’d wrapped around himself and Audrey.

Then, out of nowhere, a text from Sebastian Smythe. A CONFESSION that had set Blaine’s carefully constructed little world on it’s head. He hadn’t known how to respond, so he hadn’t bothered. Tried to tuck the words away, even though they were still there every morning when he woke, and every night as he finally drifted off into a RESTLESS sleep. More texts followed, and though he still couldn’t process them either, still didn’t quite know how to respond, he kept them all, stared at them when things got quiet, and tried to figure out what he wanted to say in return.

It was too soon, obviously, to even contemplate jumping into another relationship. Besides, whatever might’ve existed UNSPOKEN between him and Sebastian in the past, they were different people now. They didn’t know one another any longer. Sebastian was in love with a MEMORY of some guy from high school—far less jaded, and hopefully, not as naive. And for all Blaine knew, Sebastian still harbored that horribly mean and careless behavior within him that had almost left Blaine blinded in one eye. Did he really WANT a person like that in his life again? In Audrey’s?

And yet, one afternoon, a little after a month of occasional texts, the last stating a simple I miss you, Blaine had found himself finally responding with a question: Can I see you? It wasn’t much. A re-connection with an old friend, if nothing else. He wasn’t yet ready to acknowledge what had been in the REST of the texts sent. That was too much.

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Sam let out a breath, he ran his hand through his hair. It had been a long day, and it wasn’t over yet. He reached for the bag next to him, and he got out of the car, he knew that he wasn’t late, and he could actually stay for a minute or two to talk. He walked up to the door and he rang the bell, he held on to the pizza waiting for whoever had ordered it to come and pay for it, so he could move on to the next costumer, well back to the pizza place to pick up his next couple of deliveries. “I got a pizza here,” he began as the door opened.

“Honestly Sam, you really ought to take better care of him,” Hermione sighed with a shake of her head, crouching down to pick up the small toad that had come to a halt at her feet. This wasn’t the first time that Sam had lost his toad along the halls of Hogwarts, and it probably wouldn’t be the last either. When would they ever learn? At least she didn’t have to worry about Crookshanks ever wandering off, never to return again.

“Here you go,” she said, standing up and holding her hands out to Sam for him to take the toad from her, “Try to keep a closer eye on him in future, okay? I wouldn’t put it past Professor Snape to ‘accidentally’ use him in one of his potions lessons,”

Sam bit down on his lip. He knew that he needed to keep a better eye on Solo, but it was a lot harder than it should be. Solo really wanted to be Solo. He let out a small breath, as he looked over at Hermione. He could feel his cheeks getting warmer. “I try,” Sam replied, as he tried to fix both his tie and robe, Sam knew that this wasn’t the last time he was going to try and find Solo around the castle.

“Thank you,” he replied, giving her a small smile, “I’ll do my best.” He change the hold on the toad, in his hand. “Yeah.” He knew very well that there was a big risk that something were to happen to his toad. “Maybe I should check with my parents if I can change pet.”