super senior post

Senior Year (Edmund x Reader)

Anon said: Edmund falling in love with his best friend (reader) and she has a crush on him as well. I was thinking Senior Year of High school and Edmund has had a crush on her since like Freshman year although they’ve been best friends since they were toddlers. She on the other hand has dated a few really bad guys but is now single and has been crushing on Edmund for a few months now. Somehow in the end they admit feelings and kiss and tons of fluff and it’s all cute.

When two moms are best friends, odds are that their children will be as well. Edmund Pevensie and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) were a perfect example of this phenomenon. Best friends since birth, both children insisted on play dates at least twice a week. Play dates evolved into sleepovers, sleepovers into road trips, and road trips into family vacations.

Edmund couldn’t pinpoint the time he fell in love with (Y/N). Maybe it was freshman year when she ate lunch with him every single day in the cafeteria. It might have been when his car broke down sophomore year and without question she drove all the way from school to his house to ensure that he made it to class on time. Or, perhaps, it was the night of junior prom. (Y/N)’s date had stood her up and gone with one of her friends, and at four o’clock in the afternoon she sat on his floor crying.

“What did I do wrong?” she had sobbed. Her dress was fanned out around her on the ground and her makeup was smeared down her face, giving the appearance that she was melting into the floor of the bedroom. Edmund had spent the entire night comforting her and even gave her one of his favorite sleep shirts so she could spend the night.

(Y/N) had been through her fair share of bad relationships. She averaged two boyfriends a year, always hoping that the next one would be the right fit for her. Whether it was just poor judgment or a bad crop of boys to pick from, she never did get a good boyfriend. After the whole junior prom fiasco, she had an epiphany; she had been with the wrong guy the entire time. Edmund had been there for as long as she could remember. He stuck beside her through think and thin. The only problem was that she didn’t want to jeopardize the friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

Now it was a quarter through their senior year of high school. Edmund figured that if there was ever going to be a time to make a move, it was now. The two were having one of their infamous sleepovers; complete with huge bags of M&M’s and pints of ice cream. The comforter of Edmund’s bed was covered with the wrappers of various snack items. (Y/N) had just gone to the bathroom to change into her pajamas and Edmund was reciting what Peter had told him earlier.

“Just don’t freak her out,” his older brother had warned. “If she isn’t hinting back that she’s into you, change the subject immediately.”

He wasn’t the only one that had asked for advice. (Y/N)’s best friends all made a group text, and they gave her a small pep talk while she was in the bathroom.

If you’ve been doing your squats like I told you, you’ll be fine, her friend from English class texted.

Shut up, she’s gonna be perfectly fine, her other friend responded. Looking at her reflection one last time in the mirror, she made her way back to the room.

Edmund had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed (Y/N) standing in his doorway.

“Do you need anything else before I lay down and don’t get up for the rest of the night?” Her voice came off more confident than she felt, and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Don’t you think we have-” Edmund had been scanning the snack pile when he looked up and saw her. Her hair was a little messy, but what made his heart stop was her outfit. (Y/N) was wearing the oversized t-shirt he had given her last year, along with some pajama shorts that were barely longer than the shirt’s hem. He stared for a second too long, a dark blush rushing to his cheeks, before he coughed. “Uh, I think we’re good,” he concluded.

His response was just what (Y/N) had hoped for. Smiling widely, she jogged over and flopped down beside him on the bed.

“Words cannot express how badly I want to graduate,” she sighed and stretched her arms above her head. They sat in silence for a little bit before Edmund looked down at her only to find her staring at him.

“You’re never this quiet.” (Y/N) knew how to read him like no other, and he was sure she could see the fear in his eyes.

“I need to tell you something,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“I do too.” She had decided that no matter the outcome, she would tell him her feelings. (Y/N) sat up and Edmund moved so they were sitting directly across from each other.

“You don’t have another boyfriend, do you?” he groaned.

“No,” she laughed loudly and slapped him lightly on the chest. “Let’s tell each other at the same time.” Edmund nodded and took a deep breath in.

The room seemed oddly quiet while both teenagers sized the other up.

“On three?” Edmund asked and (Y/N) nodded. “One, two, three!”

“I think I’m in love with you.” They blurted out at the same time. (Y/N) was so relieved she threw her head back and laughed. Edmund, though, simply grabbed her hands and pulled her into him. When he kissed her, (Y/N) felt so much more than she had with anyone else. Both funneled all of their love into the kiss, and when they pulled away they were both grinning.

“I hope it’s alright that I plan to keep this shirt?” she raised her eyebrows and squeezed his hands.

“You look a lot better in it than I do.”