#putting crap like this on me makes to too

[mrspiastri]

stop pretending!

wc: 1.9k words

an: i was so overcome with excitement i had to write this blurb sorry :D based on this req!

“Don’t even think about it.” Y/N almost growled at her boyfriend as he moved to sit next to her on the couch.

“What? Why?” Oscar questioned, still frozen in a sitting position in midair.

He got no response, just Y/N huffing and looking back at the TV screen.

“Darling, are you still mad at me?”

Still no response, just another exaggerated huff as she turned away from him.

Oscar almost wanted to laugh, but he knew she would positively kick him if he did. It was just really difficult for him to take his girlfriend seriously when she looked like a disgruntled puppy.

Y/N had been in a pretty bad mood ever since she woke up; her clients at work were being nuisances, her friend had cancelled on their lunch plans, and the couple’s cat Sylvia decided to throw up on the very expensive rug they had in the living room.

Not to mention, Oscar had been out the whole day, promising to come home for lunch. She decided to make up for the day’s negativity by enjoying some time with him, which she hardly ever got, only to get a text at 3:30 pm, saying he would only be home in time for dinner.

That one text was Y/N’s final straw. She decided she would do nothing about it and simply decided to ignore him.

Oscar sat down anyway, carefully, like the couch might explode under the pressure of her silence. He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward just enough to peer at her face.

“Alright. That’s fair. But just for the record, I was going to come home for lunch. I had every intention of doing that. I even imagined the whole thing. You, me, some pizza. Maybe a nap after. Sylvia purring between us. The dream.”

She blinked slowly. Unmoved.

Oscar frowned and scooted an inch closer. “But then someone needed to run the meeting late. Someone else wanted us to check our seat fittings again. And then my phone died, which is completely your fault, because someone keeps stealing my charger.”

Still no response.

Oscar tried to look into her eyes, but she angled her face away just enough to keep him out. He could see her mouth set in a tight line. The same mouth he usually kissed good morning, goodnight, and roughly seventy-nine times in between.

She stood up. No warning, no words, just got up and walked toward the kitchen.

Oscar sprang to his feet and followed her like a puppy. “Oh. Oh we’re going to the kitchen, good thing I’m hungry.”

Y/N reached the fridge, opened it, then stared inside with what Oscar could only describe as aggressive purpose. He leaned against the counter beside her and waited.

She closed the fridge and walked to the dining table. Sat. Crossed her arms again.

Oscar followed, pulled out the chair beside her and sat sideways in it so he could face her. “You know, I read this article once that said couples who laugh together live longer. So technically, by ignoring me, you’re putting us in danger. Are you okay with that?”

Nothing. Not even a blink.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

She stood up again. Oscar groaned dramatically and stood too. “You know, most boyfriends would’ve stopped following you by now. But not me. I am persistent.”

She made her way to the bedroom. Oscar kept talking behind her like some sort of lovesick narrator. “Do you remember when you said I was the most patient person you’d ever met? I feel like this is a test. Is this a test? Am I being punk’d?”

Y/N walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, pulling the blanket over her lap like it was a barrier between them.

Oscar leaned against the doorway, then slowly walked over and knelt in front of her. He just quietly knelt, eyes searching hers even though she was refusing to look at him.

“I know you’re upset. And you have every right to be. You had a crap day. Work was horrible. Your friend cancelled. Sylvia turned our rug into modern art. And then I went and messed it up more. I said I’d be here, and I wasn’t. And I’m sorry.”

She shifted but didn’t look at him.

He rested his chin on her lap, arms folded on top of her thighs like a sleepy golden retriever. “I missed you all day. I kept thinking about how nice it’d be to just come home and lie next to you for a bit. I didn’t want to ruin the day for you. I wanted to fix it.”

No reply.

He pouted slightly. “You’re being very stubborn, you know. Cute. But stubborn.”

Still silent.

Y/N’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She picked it up, glanced at the screen, and answered it without a word to Oscar, who was still half-sprawled across her lap.

“Hey,” she said, voice softening just slightly for her friend on the other end.

Oscar perked up, trying to catch snippets of the conversation, tilting his head like a curious dog.

“What are you up to?” her friend asked, cheerful and unaware of the storm cloud hovering over Y/N’s head.

Y/N glanced at Oscar, who wiggled his eyebrows at her hopefully, trying to earn a smirk or a flicker of mercy. Nothing. She looked away and sighed dramatically into the phone.

“I was supposed to have lunch,” she said. “But I got bailed on.”

Oscar sat up straighter.

“Oh no,” her friend gasped. “Is Oscar not at home?”

Y/N looked him right in the eye. Cold. Unwavering. She spoke into the phone with deliberate calm. “No.”

Oscar’s mouth dropped open. “Alright, that’s it,” he said, voice all mock scandal and playful outrage.

Before she could react, he snatched the phone out of her hand. “Hi, yes, lovely to meet you. She’ll call you back later. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure of it.” He hung up with a cheeky grin and tossed the phone onto the bed.

“Hey!” Y/N reached for it, but he was already moving.

Oscar wrapped an arm around her waist and stood up, lifting her off the bed like she weighed nothing. She squeaked in protest, legs kicking gently in the air, but he just laughed and hauled her out of the room.

“Put me down!” She tried to sound angry, but her voice betrayed her with the tiniest laugh.

“No can do. You revoked my 'boyfriend's rights'. Now I’m reclaiming them by force.”

He marched them to the living room and dropped onto the couch with her in his arms, carefully manoeuvring her so she ended up sitting on his lap. She immediately tried to wriggle away, but he locked his arms around her thighs, holding her in place like a seatbelt made of affection.

“You’re trapped. Accept your fate.”

She gave him the flattest look she could manage, arms crossed again, face tilted away. But she didn’t move to actually get up. And her cheeks were just a little pink.

Oscar leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder, squeezing her legs gently. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Really. I know you were looking forward to lunch. I was too. I should’ve let you know sooner that I wouldn’t make it. I didn’t mean to ruin your day.”

She didn’t reply, but she wasn’t fuming anymore. Just quiet.

“And I know you don’t want to talk right now. But I’ll sit here as long as it takes. As I hold you hostage on my lap.“

She sighed, but it was just a whisper of breath.

He reached out slowly and poked her side. Just a little.

Nothing.

He poked again. “Come on. You know you want to smile. I’ll even let you yell at me after. You can scold me for being late. For working too much. For not bringing you the chocolate you like. For looking like a kicked puppy every time you glare at me.”

Y/N finally looked down at him. Not a smile. Not forgiveness. But the tiniest glint of soft amusement in her eyes.

“You’re stuck with me, you know. This is your life now. Me, following you around like a lovesick fool until you forgive me. Or until Sylvia kicks me out of the apartment. Whichever comes first.”

Y/N let out a long sigh. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Only because I love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “And because you’re cute when you’re mad. Even cuter when you pretend not to forgive me but secretly want to kiss me anyway.”

“I do not,” she muttered.

Oscar gasped softly. “Lies. I can feel the affection radiating off of you. It’s like a hug with no arms.”

“You’re so dumb.”

“I thought that’s what you love most about me.”

She finally cracked a smile. Small. Barely there. But it was enough for him to light up like a kid at a candy store.

He pulled her closer, arms tightening just a little around her. “There she is. My favourite person.”

Y/N shook her head but leaned back into him just slightly, letting her head rest against his chest. “This isn’t over; I’m going to hold out on you longer next time.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll ever let there be a next time.” He glanced down at her hand, which was resting rigidly on her thigh like it had no interest in being touched or noticed. Slowly, as if she might swat him, he reached out and gently tried to lace his fingers through hers.

Her hand shifted ever so slightly away.

Oscar narrowed his eyes. “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be.”

She didn’t say a word, but a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

He scooted forward on the couch, wrapping one arm tighter around her waist and reaching again with exaggerated patience. This time, he grabbed her hand outright. She didn’t fight it, but she didn’t help either. Her fingers stayed stiff, pointing upwards like awkward little sticks while he tried to slot his fingers in.

Oscar frowned.

Y/N raised her eyebrows innocently, lips pursed, like she had no idea what he meant.

“Oh, we’re playing hardball,” he muttered and carefully started to push her fingers down.

One by one.

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. He could feel her shoulders shaking slightly as she fought it off.

Oscar used both hands now, fully committed. “You’re really going to make me fold your hand into mine like I’m trying to wrestle a kitten into a sweater?”

Y/N lost it a little, a quiet giggle slipping out as she turned her face away from him, but he caught the crinkle in her eyes.

“There it is. I knew you were pretending.” He finished curling her fingers around his hand and held it triumphantly, giving it a dramatic shake. “Look at that. We’re holding hands. Like a couple in love. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Y/N tried to pull away, but he held on tighter, both of them laughing now in quiet bursts, trying not to lose the silly, playful silence they had built.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said, shaking her head but not letting go.

“You say that like it’s new information,” he whispered back, squeezing her hand once more, gently this time. “Now shut up and let me cuddle you. It's my turn to be clingy.”

[written-in-knife]

Hello! Love your Floyd fic and may I ask a request about Reader/Yuu having a crush on Floyd, but Floyd is not ready to commit yet/doesnt see the point of it so reader keeps getting lead on and reader realizes that it would go to nowhere so they stopped pursuing. Floyd was supposed to be happy that the courting stopped but found out that he can't stop looking at reader interacting with someone else other than him.

Basically like the Flipped movie, just wholesome/hurt/comfort with the main theme of figuring out ones feelings. Reader and Floyd don't require to be together in the end just like in the Flipped movie but Im fine if they get together too! Im torn between the two. Please disregard this if you don't feel comfy creating it ^^

Disappointed

Floyd Leech x gn!reader one-sided both ways, background Ace Trappola x gn!reader, not explicit, could easily be read as platonic and/or fake dating

they/them pronouns, is THIS angst? I think this is angst, background hurt/comfort for reader but not Floyd :)

Word Count: 1098

I've never seen Flipped, but I love this premise and I'm going to make it Worse :) pretty short but this is what we call a tasty little morsel lmaoo

Floyd knew you were interested in him, how could he not? You made it so obvious. He thought it was funny at first, how you kept handing him little trinkets and rushing away, eventually getting brave enough to hang around him. But you kept coming, even on his bad days. For months, you kept stopping by the Mostro Lounge or catching him in the hallways or showing up to basketball games. It stopped being so fun after awhile. He'd thrown most of the trinkets that you'd given him away, not really interested in your courting attempts in the first place. It was just fun for him to watch you flit around like the little shrimp you were. He never stopped you, even if he knew this would never go further than your silly little attempts.

You'd brought him a tiny blown glass eel you'd found in town after a basketball game, catching him before he went into the locker room. You handed it to him with that same hopeful smile you always had on your face, and he took it from you with the same minimal acknowledgement that he always did. The second the door closed behind him in the locker room, he tossed the little eel into the trash with as much acknowledgement as he'd given you before moving to change out of his uniform.

"What was that?" Ace scoffed as he pulled off his jersey, tossing it into his locker haphazardly.

"Shrimpy keeps givin' me crap I don't want." Floyd shrugged, moving over to his locker as Ace gave him a confused look. "I've just been throwin' it away."

He didn't pay any attention as Ace moved over to the garbage, pulling the little glass figure out of the bin with a loud huff.

"You could just tell 'em you don't want it, you know." Ace snapped at him, taking the figure back to his locker. "They spent money on this crap trying to get you to notice them! Quit leading 'em on!"

Floyd rolled his eyes dramatically as he turned to Ace, glaring him down. "And hafta see 'em cry or somethin'? Hard pass."

You knew you were being blatantly obvious about your attraction to Floyd, you thought he might've been flirting back whenever he teased you about it. What you perceived as flirting was the only thing keeping you from getting discouraged after so long trying to court him. You didn't realize exactly how wrong you were until Ace came to find you when he was done in the locker room, the glass blown figure you'd given Floyd in his hands. Your heart sank as he apologized, telling you that he'd watched Floyd throw it away the second you wouldn't see, that apparently that's where all your gifts had gone. In the trash. You were embarrassed and disappointed, a lot of Floyd's actions making much more sense to you now. You took the figure back with trembling fingers, trying to put on a brave face for your friend, but you were devastated. You'd tried really hard to pick out things you thought Floyd would like, you thought you might've been getting somewhere. It hurt to find out where all that effort was really going.

Floyd noticed before the end of the week that you hadn't come by. You'd become a regular presence in his life, not necessarily daily, but often enough that your absence was notable. At first, he really didn't care much, it was one less thing he had to deal with. But something nagged at the back of his head about it. He tried to ignore it, but it was making his mood significantly worse. He didn't even know what it was, he was supposed to be happy that you weren't hanging around him all the time... wasn't he?

He didn't start to realize what the feeling was until he saw you weeks later. Basketball practice had just let out and he spotted you in the hall outside the locker room. Before he could go over and ask where you'd been, Ace pushed past him to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and poking at your cheek. He watched you laugh at whatever Ace had said as the two of you turned away from him to leave. The nagging feeling in the back of his head returned tenfold, surprising him as he watched you disappear around a corner. Why was he jealous of Ace? He hadn't been interested before, why would he be jealous of something he didn't want? It wasn't even on purpose, it felt more like karma that Floyd kept seeing you in the halls every day now. Always with Ace. He saw the delighted smiles on your face, the way you would blush and smack his chest when he whispered in your ear, the damn arm that was always around your shoulders. You'd sure moved on quick, if you could call multiple weeks quick. And why wouldn't you? Ace had likely told you what Floyd had been doing after he found out, he was probably there to comfort you in the aftermath, he was one of your best friends after all. Rationalizing it in his head didn't help, he still had an awful pit in his gut whenever he saw the two of you. You leaving him alone was what he wanted anyways, wasn't it?

Floyd let it go on for a few more weeks, even Jade tried to figure out what had him so upset. But how could Jade help when Floyd couldn't figure out his own feelings about it? It came to a head after another basketball practice, back in the locker room. Floyd was slow to get changed, waiting until Ace had gotten dressed and was about to leave.

"So you and Shrimpy, huh?" He asked as Ace walked past, trying to keep his tone casual.

"You snooze you lose?" Ace offered with a shrug, shooting him a smirk before walking out of the locker room.

"Yeah..." Floyd muttered to himself.

He sat in the feeling for a moment, finally able to see it for what it was. He was disappointed. Disappointed he hadn't realized sooner, disappointed he hadn't just turned you down so he could maybe try himself later. Disappointed it wasn't him. You had become such a regular presence in his life, he hadn't realized he was taking it for granted. Hadn't realized that when he stopped finding your courting fun, it wasn't because he didn't like it, it had just stopped being surprising. And he had no one to blame but himself.

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[izels-writing]

j. potter — how forever feels! [5/?]

Pairing: james potter x hopeless romantic!fem!reader

Summary: the stars have aligned and you and james' futures have intertwined.

Warnings: fake dating!!, ANGST, no lily evans slander pls it’s for the plot 😓, things get sirius (haha get it), slightly specific background for reader, heavy jealousy from reader

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR — PART FIVE

a/n; having a hard couple of days since graduation so ur all gonna suffer bc of it 😈 (jk!!) also if u can peep the b99 dialogue u get a cookie :P

TAGLIST: @hisparentsgallerryy @ilovejamespottersomuch @eli-com @froggiedragon @butterflygxril @d1lf-loverrr @lupinsweater @maraudersgirlie @lovelyygirl8 @hellokitty-girl666 @ttheosloverr @whyucloudingmymind

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you awoke to a bright light shining over your face. you squinted, opening your eyes slightly as you can face to face with the handsome face you'd been sleeping next to for the past few days. you smiled softly at james and closed your eyes again.

"leave me alone, james," you groaned, turning your body away from him.

but nonetheless, the potter boy was persistent. he chuckled and climbed over you, laying you flat on your back gently. you peeked your eyes open, smiling at him. he looked down at you adoringly, like you had hung the stars.

which you found was often the way james looked at you.

"it's christmas!" he exclaimed. "oh come on! we have to go open presents,"

you had done some fair christmas shopping of your own via owl delivery. so, you had a present for everyone in the house—albeit, small—which had been picked out thoughtfully.

"what time is it?" you mumbled, attempting to keep your eyes open. which wasn't hard given james was on top of you, and you'd kill for a sight like that any day.

"it's 7 am," he grinned.

"7?!" you replied incredulously. "james, you should still be asleep, what the hell?"

"well, after you got wine drunk with my mom, we decided to turn in early too," he teased. "how are you feeling by the way?"

ah, that explained the booming headache.

"like crap and like i don't want to be woken up at 7 am," you replied pointedly.

"too bad—my house, my rules, pretty lady," he grinned, leaning down to peck your lips. you grinned into the soft peck, capturing his lips with your own. he groaned quietly and pulled back.

"i know what you're trying to do and it won't work!" he insisted.

you tilted your head with a teasing smile. "no?" you grinned, batting your eyes at him.

"no, not at all," he breathed out. he was terrible at self control when it came to kissing you. that much you had learned in the past few days since you'd actively started kissing.

"ugh, fine," you groaned—though not actually annoyed. you pushed him off of you playfully and sat up, smoothing your hair down. "give me like five minutes to actually look presentable,"

james scoffed. "what're you talking about? you look beautiful!"

you knew you definitely looked like you'd just woken up. your hair was a mess, your eyes were droopy, and you weren't entirely sure that you'd gotten all of your make-up off last night after james and sirius put you to bed. you cringed subtly, remembering your insistence in your wine-drunk state that you were perfectly fine.

you only hoped you hadn't embarrassed yourself entirely.

"that's because you look at me with infatuation, and it's made you dumb," you retorted, standing up to stretch your limbs.

"if anything, love's made me smarter—remember when i baked those cookies for remus a couple of weeks ago?" he replied with a small grin. you pretended not to notice that he said love while you said infatuation.

in fact, you needed to pretend.

"i do! they were good, that was really big of you," you grinned, ambling over to the bathroom to brush your teeth and clean your face. he followed behind, standing in the doorway as you did so.

"so...what'd you get me?" he grinned, raising his eyebrows.

you glared at him playfully in the mirror, spitting the toothpaste out of your mouth. "you'll find out soon," you chuckled.

"but i need to know now!" he whined, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. you rolled your eyes and stared at him through the mirror.

"patience is a virtue, james," you reminded him gently. a small smile grew as he groaned into your neck.

"that i don't have! you know this!" he whined. he turned serious suddenly. "unless of course it came down to a person and what they wanted,"

you let out a laugh. "yeah, i know that, james," you assured. "i know the kind of person you are,"

you brushed your hair back into a messy braid and sighed, putting your slippers on and both of you quickly made your way downstairs.

the two of you were met with mr. and mrs. potter—who sat on one side of the couch and held mugs in their hands. they greeted you both and gestured for you to get your own cup of coffee, especially you since you were nursing a small headache. within minutes, remus and sirius had made their way down as well.

—

after a few minutes, sirius, remus, euphemia, james, and fleamont had all opened their presents. euphemia got a framed picture of her son and his best friends along with an enchanted wine glass that kept the wine cold while fleamont got a nice mug that was enchanted to keep everything hot with "number one dad!!" written in front of it. remus got a limited edition book you had saved up for. sirius got a poster he'd been wanting, along with a vinyl that he didn't have yet from his favorite band.

and then there was james. you'd searched far and wide for his present. after all, the boy could afford almost anything. you knew it was the thought that counted but it didn't make it any less nerve-wracking. so you got him two presents. one was a quidditch case with his name engraved and the gryffindor lion printed on the top. and then last one, well it was a bit more heartfelt.

james unwrapped the present carefully, feeling the sides of the box. you waited nervously, hands fidgeting in your lap. despite sirius and remus' assurances that he would love it, you were still scared he'd hate it.

"y/n..." he chuckled, "what is it?" he asked rhetorically. once he unwrapped it, he picked up the small book and opened it to read:

to the brightest star on the pitch

james potter

from your cold-blooded girl <3

he turned to you and grinned as he read it, you smiled softly and urged him to keep looking. he flipped the page and his eyes softened at the sight.

it was a photo album. the first picture was a picture of him, remus, peter, and sirius—laughing together after a game. remus and peter and sirius all had painted their faces in support of james. you had snapped the picture secretly, intending to keep it for your own scrapbook until you remembered that you likely wouldn't be friends with the boys after graduation given you and james' situation.

thankfully, you'd found another use for it.

james marveled at the many pictures of him and his friends. when he turned the next two pages, there were pictures of him and marlene, who was most certainly his best girl friend on and off the pitch. there was one of her on his back, kissing his cheek. another picture you'd taken in secret.

he smiled softly, looking up at you with a different kind of look you'd only seen from him once before.

he turned the next page and there were pictures of him and lily—as much as it had pained you to include them. some of them talking in class, some of them laughing, and some of them playing around. you had hated including those pictures, your heart squeezing tightly in jealousy. but james loved lily and you needed to find a way to accept that.

he turned the page, finding some pictures that you had taken over the holiday of him and his parents. there were various ones of him and his mum hugging, cooking, laughing, and even smiling. then there were some of him and his dad, sharing a drink, studying a potion fleamont had made, and one of them shoveling the snow out in the year.

and beneath every single picture, you had scribbled the date, the people in the picture, and a description. you expected the next pages to be empty, as you hadn't added any pictures of yourself. you'd left the empty pages for him to fill. except, when he turned the page, there were a few more pictures.

there was various more pictures. one of you and james laughing in the common room. another of you sitting in james' lap during a party. another of him lifting you up after he'd won a game, spinning you around. there were various more, but the one that stood out to you the most was the one of you and james sleeping in his bed—you curled into him while he, in his sleep, had curled his arms around you.

you looked up in surprise, your eyes catching sirius and remus' gaze. sirius smirked at you, while remus grinned slyly. 'thank you,' you mouthed to them, a small smile gracing your face.

james picked up, out of all of them, the one of you smiling at the camera (a picture you had believed marlene was going to keep for herself) lifting james' old jersey to show it off. he smiled at you softly. "i love it," he smiled, reaching over to pull you toward him. like always, you allowed him to pull you and you fell into his lap—him hugging your waist. you chuckled quietly.

"i'm so glad you do," you whispered, kissing his head softly.

"effie, are you crying?" fleamont asked with a small laugh.

"they just remind me of us," euphemia sniffled.

you and james ignored that comment and pretended not to hear it. then, james stood up and set you down on the couch while he went over to grab your present. from him. you'd already opened the ones from the others, but he wanted to 'save the best for last'.

he sat the two rectangular boxes in front of you, one wider than the other. you opened the smaller but taller box first. a quiet gasp fell from your lips as you looked up at him in disbelief.

they were the red and black heels you had pointed out to him months ago. the beautiful, elegant heels were exactly your size.

"james..." you whispered.

you'd told james once that you'd hardly had nice things growing up unlike him. that you always dreamed of the nice things, even if you knew you didn't need them. and he had remembered.

"open the next one," he smiled.

you opened the next box and let out a small sigh of appreciation. you pulled the long, dark red dress out of its box—handing it to james to get a full length view of it. it was a long, floor length dress with a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder straps. it was tight around the body but flared out once ir reached the thighs.

"james...i...it's beautiful," you muttered, marveling at the dress. with the heels, it was the perfect outfit.

"thank you," you said quietly, standing up to hug him tightly. sirius came up to grab the dress as he hugged you back tightly.

"i figured it was something you could wear to the quidditch ball come march," he smiled softly.

you nodded with a wide grin. "i'd love to," you replied softly.

you only wished you could stay in this bliss of domesticity forever.

——

after new years, you had all began to pack up and make your way back to hogwarts. you and james had somehow gotten closer and for a moment, you liked to believe you were an actual couple. if anything, you didn't want to leave the happy little bliss you called home.

because they really had made you feel at home.

you frowned as you put away your shoes in your trunk, ignoring james' eyes on you.

"are you alright, love?" he asked, walking around the bed to stand beside you. you nodded wordlessly, not meeting his gaze as you folded some of your clothes and place it in the trunk.

"hey...come on, talk to me," he whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. he caressed your cheek softly. "come on..."

"everything's going to change once we get back," you admitted, though vaguely.

"what do you mean?" he asked softly, searching for your gaze. you set down your clothes and turned to him.

"once we get back, you'll go straight back to liking lily and i'll go straight back to avoiding benjamin—everything we did this holiday, we're going to act like it didn't happen," you explained quietly, a little shamefully.

james shook his head. "listen to me," he said softly, looking you in the eyes. "nothing is going to change. i'm not going to act like this never happened. you are one the best things that's ever happened to me, i wouldn't give that up for anything,"

you tilted your head, biting the inside of your lip. "really?"

he cupped your face, smiling at you. "really," he assured. "i'm just happy you're letting me kiss you now,"

you grinned, rolling your eyes playfully. you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, fixing his glasses afterward. "well, i do enjoy it..." you replied.

"believe me, it's not just you, pretty girl," he grinned, kissing you again softly. james brought his hands from your face down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. you smiled softly into the kiss, before pushing him back gently.

"we have to pack," you reminded him.

he groaned. "i know, i know..."

——

the ride back to hogwarts was fun and less nerve-wracking. you and b/f/n had exchanged gifts and you two had integrated yourselves into the tight-friend group. as the four boys chatted with each other, b/f/n sat next to you.

"i have something to tell you," she whispered.

you turned your attention away from staring at james. you smiled softly at her. "what's up?" you asked quietly.

"peter and i, we found out we live near each other," she whispered excitedly. she had a look on her face, one you hadn't seen in a while. it was a good look for her.

"and?" you pressed on excitedly.

"i think he likes me," she whispered. "and...i like him," she added sheepishly.

"go for it!" you whispered back excitedly. "he's a good  guy!"

"i think...i think i will," she smiled.

"good," you whispered back with a smile.

"maybe we'll be the next james and y/n," she teased, nodding over at james' hand resting on your thigh. you flushed a light pink and rolled your eyes playfully.

"shut up," you whispered back.

as soon as you all arrived back at hogwarts, you all began walking back to the castle—talking animatedly amongst yourselves. as you were close to reaching the castle, you and james turned as you both heard someone call his name.

lily evans ran up, hair perfectly disheveled and her make-up perfectly styled. she looked beautiful, elegant even. and she smiled widely at james in a way that was hypnotizing. a part of you wanted to hate lily, but she was such a good person—that you couldn't.

"james...can i talk to you alone?" she asked softly, smiling at you briefly in greeting before turning her sole focus on james. james nodded kindly and smiled at her. your heart sunk even if you knew it didn't mean anything.

"yeah, yeah," he replied. "i'll see you back at the dorms, alright?"

you nodded. "yeah, of course...it was nice to see you, lily," you replied kindly, forcing a small smile before you joined sirius, remus, peter, and b/f/n who had all stopped.

you gazed over at them worriedly as lily and james began talking to each other, engaged in a happy conversation. a part of you felt nauseous at the sight.

sirius nudged you. "hey, don't worry, okay? he loves you," he assured, wrapping an arm around you.

but no, james did not. his heart belonged to lily the moment he laid eyes on her.

you nodded. "yeah, you're right," you lied. you all turned around and made your way to the dorms, doing everything in your power to ignore every worry in your head.

——

valentine's day soon rolled around and a part of you was nervous. you and james had agreed on no gifts, instead opting to spend the day together after classes. you weren't sure why you were nervous, maybe it was that you'd tried to distance yourself. you knew james at the very least did care for you and he wasn't a liar.

but you also couldn't shake the fact that he still loved lily even if he vehemently denied it.

"so? where are we going today?" he grinned, leaning over from beside you.

you shrugged. “whatever you wanna do,” you answered casually.

james furrowed his brow, like he usually did when he was confused. as the professor finished his lecture and allowed independent work, james turned to you and nudged you.

“hey…you alright? what’s wrong?” he asked quietly. with the chatter in the room, it was likely no one would hear you both, but he didn’t want to risk it.

“i’m fine,” you mumbled to him. “just tired is all,”

“y/n,” he said lowly. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, seriously,” you replied, faking a smile at him. “i’m okay, just tired. haven’t been sleeping well,”

despite being unconvinced, james nodded and dropped the subject, instead opting for you both to finish the assignment.

as class finished up, you turned to him with a small smile. you had an idea suddenly, feeling the valentine’s day spirit as you watched many people exchange gifts in the classroom.

“do you wanna eat lunch together today? i know we’re spending the afternoon after classes together but i figured lunch could be added?” you suggested casually, smiling up at him.

he went to agree before a look of realization passed over his face. “i’m sorry, love. i promised lily i’d help her study for transfiguration during lunch, she’s beeb a bit behind…” he said softly. “but i promise, after classes, i’m all yours,”

well, there goes your valentine’s spirit.

you nodded with a small frown. he had been spending a lot of time with lily, since after christmas break she had talked to him about needing his tutoring in that one class. you knew very well she was doing fine, given you were both in the same class, but what could you say? or do?

“you know what? i just remembered i have something to do today, so why don’t you spend the day with lily?” you suggested, albeit a bit coldly.

you didn’t know what came over you. you weren’t like this, ever. but the thought of losing james was making you unbelievably jealous, even if it was part of the agreement.

the bell rang. you stood up and james sighed. “y/n, don’t be like that—“

you pulled your hand away from his hand. “no, seriously, james. i have something to do, take lily out of something, she seems to enjoy your company anyway,”

if you were a different person, you wouldn’t have noticed the hurt look on james’ face. but you did. and it made you feel even more upset.

you tried to salvage it by kissing his hair briefly before bidding him a quiet goodbye. he held onto your hip briefly as you did it, which made you feel ever worse.

you quickly left the classroom, catching a glimpse of lily waiting outside of the classroom for him. she spotted you and offered a wave and tight smile. but you couldn’t bring yourself to return the gesture, instead pretending you didn’t see her and walked off.

you couldn’t actually be mad at lily.

james was never yours to begin with. and you had seemed to forgotten that.

——

you and sirius lied on his bed, taking a break from your studying together to stare up at the ceiling. you had muggle studies together and were studying for an upcoming test. he spoke absentmindedly about some thing remus had told him about, pausing when he realized you hadn’t actually been listening.

it had been two weeks since the valentine’s day incident, you and james had since resolved it—mostly. he had kept hanging out with lily and you had chalked up your behavior as a bad day. he believed you, like the adorably idiot he was.

but you hadn’t stopped thinking about it.

“hey,” sirius whined, shoving you lightly from beside you. “you’re not listening to me!”

you shook yourself from your thoughts and chuckled. “sorry, what were you saying?”

“what’s up with you? you’ve been quieter and more distant than usual…” he asked, turning his head to meet you eyes. you turned to him as well, staring at each other as you lied on the bed.

“do you think james still loves lily?” you asked bluntly.

“woah,” sirius said suddenly. he sat up, looking down at you. “that’s a big question,”

“i know,” you replied quietly. “but do you think he does?”

sirius took a deep breath. “he loves you,”

you shook your head sitting up. “but does he still love lily?”

sirius fell silent for a minute, avoiding your gaze. then he spoke, “i think it’s complicated…” he admitted.

you scoffed, looking away. “how complicated can it be? does he love her or not?”

sirius looked at your hurt expression and found he could not lie to you. he knew james did love lily, but he also loved you. but lately, he was started to believe his love for lily was returning. what with being at her beck and call every time she said she needed help with transfiguration homework…or anything else.

“i think he does,” sirius replied quietly. “but it doesn’t mean he loves you any less,“

you rolled your eyes, a sharp pain in your chest as you felt a ball rise to your throat. you stood up, grabbing your things. “god, i’m so stupid…” you muttered.

“y/n, please…” he pleaded. sirius wasn’t sure what he was pleading for, but it was something. “just don’t…I don’t know! look, he loves you!” he insisted.

you shook your head, hoisting your bag over your shoulder. “you can’t love two people at the same time, sirius.” you looked at him, eyes softening despite your heartbreak. “thank you…for being honest,”

he nodded, unsure if he should say anything else. even if he had decided, you left before he could.

after leaving the room, you quickly made your way down to the quidditch pitch. james was practicing alone, like he usually did on wednesdays. you were afraid if you waited any longer, you’d selfishly lose the courage to say what you needed to.

as you entered the pitch, you took quick notice to james in the air—talking to someone in the stands. you took one look and felt your chest being ripped out. a flash of dark red hair was all you needed to see.

“james!” you called. he turned quickly, wasting no time in flying down to you. he had a big smile on his face, which made your chest hurt even more.

he noticed your serious expression and his face became concerned. “are you okay? what’s wrong? I thought you were studying with pads?” he asked, rattling off the questions as he scanned you to make sure you were alright.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you blurted out, feeling the oxygen leave your lungs as james suddenly looked hurt…and scared.

“can’t do what? muggle studies? baby, you can always just study more with pads..and me! i’ll help,” he insisted, clearly wanting to convince himself it was about a class.

“no, james, i can’t do this anymore,” you insisted, gesturing between the two of you. you felt a ball rise to your throat. “i’m done, i’m out, you got your end of the deal and so did i,”

“hey, hey, love…what do you mean? we’re good together, we love each other,” he insisted, attempting to cup your face. you stepped back.

“no, james. i love you,” you replied, voice shaky as tears brimmed your eyes. “you love lily,”

he shook his head, face looking hurt and broken. “no, i love you!”

you swallowed thickly, tears threatening to spill. "you mean to tell me you don't feel all warm when she smiles at you? feel like you're going to faint when she touches you? want to be around her every waking moment? you're telling me you don't feel that for her?" you asked, staring up at him expectantly.

he stayed silent. at a loss for words, he glanced back at lily and then at you. his eyes looked glossy.

"you want to know how i know you feel that?" you asked softly. "because i feel that around you!"

a sob threatened to leave your mouth as you said it. so you clamped your mouth shut and shook your head, taking a deep breath. you grabbed the old jersey in your bag, handing it to him.

"i'll see you around, james," you muttered shakily.

before he could say anything, you left.

[theflikchic]

I would not call Neville a wimp. I would say he has an anxiety disorder of some kind. I relate pretty hard to him (and to Snape, it's complicated).

But I too made a post about how sus it is that Lupin's FIRST idea was to "laugh at man in dress". When I used to imagine my boggart (a dementor, Hannibal Lecter yes srsly), I would think about how to make them funny. The Dementor could run a hot dog stand and Hannibal Lecter could get the crap kicked out of him. But "put in woman's clothing" is kinda odd because that stuff makes me laugh with approval. Like, when Umbridge in A Very Potter Sequel comes out and it's Joe in a dress? I was like "THATS GREAT". You could argue it's transphobic (some say it is) but I laugh because it's great that he's doing it.

But why do dresses as a concept like that even exist when robes are a thing?! Are they not wearing dresses for uniforms?!

Someone claimed (reasonably so!) that it had to do more with the outlandish look of what boggart!Snape is wearing than it did the fact that it's a dress. But this feels like major hopeful thinking. The hat, maybe. But the dress? The fact that it's specifically what an old witch wears? JKR herself and the fact that Snape is deliberately compared to women several times in the series say otherwise. It is very much the fact that he's wearing something outlandish but is also in a dress (and let's be real, kid me did find it funny but probably because that would just be a sight to see! I still think it's awesome Alan Rickman did THAT).

Crossdressing is also a popular form of humour in England (I think it rocks) and it depends on how the joke is handled that determines if it's transphobic or not. Sometimes it's not just "man in dress" as the punchline. Sometimes it's a guy who is clearly a guy but speaking in a high-pitched voice to show he's a woman and he's sitting in the mud in a cape talking about how he didn't vote for King Arthur. And the punchline is that she didn't vote for King Arthur. With the boggart, the extent of the punchline is "Snape in dress and dress looks funny so Snape looks funny". That is very different.

Also how fucked is that cracker bit from the Christmas dinner later on? Who tf came up with that? And Dumbledore is supposed to be seen as the big man for not being ashamed to put it on? Dumbledore, you have respect from your enemies. Snape does not.

ok so I've seen someone saying the boggart of Snape being made to be dressed as a grandma is humiliating him, which ok I get. but they were blaming it on Remus as if Remus knew that a students BIGGEST FEAR would be a fellow teacher.

also I honestly don't think we think hard enough about the fact that Neville Longbottoms biggest fear is Snape when: his parents were tortured until they became incapable of functioning and his remaining family put him in increasingly dangerous situations for his magic to come out because he was a "late shower".

And yet his potions teacher was his BIGGEST fear.

boggarts are a person's worst fear and I think a lot of people don't think about that when they talk about that scene.

so yes Snape being seen in woman's clothing is "embarrassing" for him but what should be more embarrassing for him is being a 13 year old's worst fear.

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Muse | MYG pt. 11

Plot: What happens when the man you practically simp over in high school, is right now, sitting across you after almost 10 years of not seeing him? Worse? You're here for an appointment for therapy and he's your psychologist.

Pairing: SeniorStudent!Yoongi x JuniorStudent!Reader ---> Psychologist! Yoongi x Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight age gap, slice of life, a bit of angst, schoolmates to lovers(?) Switch POV

Warnings: none? This is a rather soft one?

A/N: Available on WATTPAD (click here) now too!!

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Spring 2011

Field trip!!!

Finally, the day we all waited for has come. With my heavy bag on my back, I stood in line with my classmates as we waited for our bus to come.

“So, how many rides do you guys think you can ride before you puke?” Chaeyoung teased as she nudged my shoulder.

I snorted and proudly raised my head up. “No ride can make me vomit. In fact, I plan on riding the scariest one!” 

“We’ll see about that…” Sana smirked as she eyed me.

As we talked and giggled, our bus came. It took at least a good five minutes to argue with Chae on who’ll sit on the window seat. Soon, the rest of us sat inside and we drove off.  

Our tour guide introduced herself to us. She said some guidelines to keep this trip safe and fun. We played random songs, had our fun games—in which I keep winning, by the way—and we even had a quick karaoke. It was only quick because shortly after, our bus stopped. Everyone was confused on what’s going on. 

Sana—who sat in the seat in front us—raised her hand as she called out our teacher. “Ma’am, why did we stop?”

Our teacher gave us a distressed look as she spoke. “They said the bus is malfunctioning. Like some engine problem.”

My classmates groaned and whined upon hearing my teacher’s announcement.

“Gosh… we paid a lot for this trip.”

“We’re literally on the highway, not even a cafe is near.”

“This is making me hungry.”

“We’ll be too late to see the museum’s greatest artifacts-”

“No one cares about that, Hyunwoo.” My other classmate cut him off as he started to be hysterical.

“How are we going to go now?..” 

Their whiny voices irked me to the point I just decided to put my earphones on. Separating myself from the outside world and letting myself sink with the music blasting in my ear. I sigh, feeling the music comforts me even with my anxiety creeping in. 

Mhm… better

A part of me also wants to panic, feeling down, uncertain of what could happen today. Maybe it’s a sign that we shouldn’t go. A sign that something extremely dangerous will happen today.

“Crap this Final Destination shit…” I muttered under my breath as I tried to ignore my wandering thoughts.

More moments later, the tour guide told us to get off the bus. Bring our bags and not leave anything behind. The second everyone got off the bus, the teacher told us that we would ride the first school-managed bus that passed by.

Soon, a police car came. The officers told us to not spread around and just stay on the side of the bus—to practically hide since they say that we can’t be seen on the cctv. For a second, I felt like we were refugees. Tons of cars are passing by yet we’re still standing on the side of the road, feeling helpless the more seconds passess by. 

Still with my earphones on, I glanced at the massive bus beside me. 

What if this bus suddenly tip over and crush us all…

Chuckling with the random thoughts that my seven brain cells could manage, our teacher suddenly called us—saying that one of the buses that we’ll take came. It was the 11-C’s bus. One by one, my classmates went in, but obviously, with the bus’s limited capacity, not all of us were able to ride it. Chaeyoung and Sana dragged me with them but I tripped and my other classmates took the available spots. Knowing the two, they won’t last waiting for a long time. Which is why I gave up and ushered them in. I smiled as I waved at the two who’s pouting at me. I don’t really mind being left behind with the rest of my other classmates. We will still go to the same place anyways.

Their bus left, leaving our teacher, tour guide, the bus driver and the 12 students—including me.

“It feels like we’re survivors in a zombie apocalypse.” Haru blurted out as he stood beside me. Even with my earphones on, I could hear him—it was on the lowest level anyways.

I chuckled as I turned to him. “Well, it sure gives off  this eerie vibe.” 

Being left on the side of the road when everyone just passes, gives this creepy feeling—especially with the sky still stuck in dawn.

Moments later, a new bus came. I wasn’t able to see which year and class’s bus it was since our teacher hurried us to get inside. Their bus was fully seated so we had no choice but to stand—good thing we can put our bags in the overhead compartment. As I walked further, my tracks faltered soon as I noticed a familiar figure.

Min Yoongi..?

“Y/n-ah, keep going. They said to go all the way to the end.” My classmate gently pushed me from behind to walk forward, so I could go stand in the second-to-last row—where Yoongi was seated. 

My breathing hitched at the sudden realization. I felt like I had a ball and chain strapped to my ankles as I dragged myself forward. Looking to my back and front, I knew I had no escape. No choice but to stand exactly beside him.

Although it seems like he hasn’t noticed my presence yet as his eyes were closed and earphones were stuck in his ear. Probably deep in his sleep, making him look like a boy who went to his dreamland, surrounded by nothing but serenity.  

The ride went smoothly as I held on for dear life to the hand strap. From time to time, my gaze flickered down at his sleeping figure—unbothered by the world while I’m physically struggling. Just when I thought my situation couldn’t get any worse, the bus suddenly halted. Making me stumble and lose my hold on the hand strap. Abruptly falling onto his lap—exactly onto his lap. His eyes snapped open as he looked down at me.

“Sorry, kids! The car in front suddenly made a U-turn.” The bus driver said out loud and then continued to drive again.

In contrast to everyone's relieved chatter, Yoongi and I stared at each other. Eyes wide—my mouth was gaping a bit, but not even a single word coming out. His eyes staring blankly at mine. No sense of confusion, surprise, disgust—nothing at all. He just stared back. Meeting my gaze while I’m completely sat on his lap. A tidal wave of blush crept into my cheeks. With my fluttering lips, I forced some words to come out.

“I-I…fell for you, I guess..? Ha ha… ha.. Ha…” I hid my embarrassment with a loud, awkward laugh, making the others look at us. Feeling their heated gazes, it only made my knees weaker, with a deep flush of red spreading even more all over my face. Never have I ever wanted to hide myself from the world so badly. 

I was supposed to apologize—what was that??!!

Yoongi just blinked and nodded, seeming like processing what some people might call a ‘silly little situation’. Though, I disagree with that—because nothing about this is silly or little. This is peak humiliation for me, and I couldn’t even stand up to save whatever dignity I had left.

Then after a beat, I felt Yoongi’s arm scoop me up. Lifting me for a second before gently placing me back down on his seat. “You can take my seat. I’ll just stand,” he said with a small smile, holding onto the hand strap as if nothing had happened.

He effortlessly lifted me—WHAT THE FUDGE?!! I don’t weigh like a feather!!

“T-Thanks,” I murmured, sinking back to the seat as the guilt and embarrassment washes over me. 

It’s been weeks since Jimin proposed to help me understand what I truly feel about Yoongi. Weeks have passed, yet nothing has happened. No call about it, no talk, no plan—no—nothing at all. It made me think that he might’ve forgotten about it since he’s also preparing the papers for the live painting at a high-end event. It’ll be my first time to paint in front of an audience—heck—show people who LYV actually is.

Though me being LYV is not really a secret. Mostly, people would only see me on the social media posts of the buyers I’ve met and during the interviews I’ve done. Having some interviews doesn’t mean I’m a celebrity. Since the ones who tune in to these types of things are mostly art enthusiasts—or rich people who have enough money to spend it mindlessly. 

According to Jimin, the person who hired me for the private event offered exactly 350 million won as the initial offer. But knowing the good-ole Jimin—even with that high price—he wouldn’t just settle for it. He’d test and push them to their limits until he saw the perfect light to grab the opportunity. They wouldn’t just be buying the painting, but the chance to show-off that they were the first people to break the wall between my anonymity and my presence. 

Which is why I ended up getting an offer of 2.5 billion won—a fucking billion. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—enough that I could even retire early. It really made me think that Jimin fell from heaven. Only he can pull something like this.

He also said that the patron is an old man who obviously has enough money to get what he wants. Not that I normally ask for high payments when it comes to commissions, but I guess that’s what I get for having this reputation.

But none of those matters right now. Night after night, I’m itching to hear from Jimin about what to do with my feelings. I don’t know whether this is his way to torture me after I kept my problem from him, but regardless, it’s working. A big part of me also doesn't wanna do the first move and ask him about it since I feel scared and embarrassed—mostly embarrassed. 

As for my relationship with Yoongi… I think we’re fine. Like the usual—but it’s not? I don’t know but, I feel like… slowly, I’m losing my hold on the thread that keeps us together—or maybe I just feel upset. Like I feel this tight knot in my chest since we barely see or talk to each other, that’s why I’m overthinking everything. I couldn’t blame him, we have our own lives and we were not really close in the first place. 

Even with that, I don’t think he’s bothered about it like me. Because everytime we see each other—even if just a glimpse—he’d smile. His eyes would crinkle, a faint blush would creep onto his cheeks, soft lips would turn upwards. If I’m lucky enough, he’d even beam one of his gummy smiles. Enough to keep my heart skip a beat. Keep me sane. A simple reminder that he still acknowledges me.

“What if he’s toying with me?” I mumbled while I stared at the flat screen in front of me. A stupid romantic movie playing in it. Groaning, I flipped, squirmed—practically throwing a fit while I lay in bed. “Gosh I hate him. Why is he making me feel like this??” I said through gritted teeth.

I turned to my side, staring at the window as I huffed dramatically. His lights are still on, so I’m guessing he’s working on some stuff or couldn’t sleep. It’s about 10 pm right now, I should really be sleeping but every time I close my eyes, all I see is him. The way he was under me when I was drunk during the sleepover, the way his lips fluttered at that time… His eyes seemingly didn’t know where to look. It boosted my ego, if I’m being honest. 

Whenever I’m drunk, I become bold. Not caring about a thing in the world, letting my words spill before my mind can even process. But the aftermath always comes crashing down, leaving me with either embarrassment or the vivid memories of those times.

I giggled at the thought of him again. Flipping over and over on my bed, until I fell off. Just as I let out a yelp, my doorbell rang. I groaned while I slowly stood up. Dusting off myself, I walked towards my door and went outside of my room.

I swear if this is Kook—wait—he usually just barges in… Is it Tae? Or… FUCK YES! FINALLY! This must be Jimin!!

I giggled as I ran through the living room and headed straight to the front door. “Coming!!” 

The second I opened the door, my face fell for a bit. Frowning as confusion took over me. 

As for right now… Past 10 pm… Yoongi stands before me, rubbing his nape shyly while his other hand holds a thermos. 

“Uh… I made too much Jujube tea, so I thought… I could give you some.” He smiled softly as he handed me the flask. “It has calming effects and would make your sleeping better… Oh—and, extra nutrients like vitamins too.” 

Okay… cutie knows-it-all

I took the flask in his hands, suppressing my grin while I mentally freak out at his cuteness. “Thanks. So… uhm… you just randomly thought of making this tea late at night and ringing your neighbor’s doors?”

He seemed to be caught off guard as his brows twitched. “I just remembered you once mentioned that you have trouble sleeping… This tea might help,” he said, but this time, his tone was colder. 

Maybe he took it as a backhanded compliment…

Letting out an awkward chuckle, I forced a smile. “I was kidding… But yeah, uhm, thanks for this.”

Why am I so awkward?

Even after a minute, none of us budged. Silently waiting for the other one to make the first move while smiling like an idiot. 

Walk away or cherish this moment that would soon fade away?

Then out of nowhere, a firefly flickered right beside his head that made me feel astonished. Without thinking, I reached out my hand to catch it—only to lose my balance, making us both fall in the process. 

I felt his arms wrapped around me in an attempt to catch me, but it was too late— the gravity was too strong. As we tumbled down, his back hit the cement floor while I lay on top of him. The only good thing that happened in our situation—other than me being on top of him—is that my reflexes were quite fast enough, so I was able to use my hand as a blockage. In that way, his head wouldn’t hit the floor directly.

“Ah fuck…” I pant, feeling my adrenaline rush at the fear of hurting him. “Hey, you okay?” Still laying on top of him, I checked for any signs of severe injury—specifically on his head. I cupped his cheeks and gently moved his head side-to-side, too eager to ensure that he’s fine. 

“Mhm,” Yoongi uttered softly. “I’m fine. Are you?” He blinked as he stared back at me, his arms tightening around me as if it's a reassurance that tells me he’s not hurt.

Still cupping his cheeks, I gave him a hesitant nod. My shoulders slumped, my breathing became more stable—but the uneasiness didn’t fully fade away. “You could’ve gotten a concussion… Or your back— your hips! You could’ve broken a bone. What am I thinking?” I dramatically sobbed, letting my head fall on the crook of his neck. It was rather a tearless cry. Like the kind of cry that trembled in my voice, not my eyes—though, I genuinely feel like crying, it just happened that I’m too tired to even shed a tear.

I felt his shoulders shake softly under me. Soft chuckles echoed through my ears as I felt his hand gently caress my head—the other is still holding me in place. “Were you that scared for me, hm? I’m fine, really. But why did you suddenly knock me over though?”

His sudden giggles and soft, raspy voice caught me off guard. His touch sent chills down to my spine. “I—I saw a firefly… It’s stupid and childish, I know.” I mumbled, still burying my face on him. Not even caring about the fact that we’re practically hugging each other while laying down on a cold pavement.

For a moment, we just stayed like that. I let myself be engulfed with his warmth. I let my heart beat in sync with his. I let myself lean into him.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi…” 

He let out a soft chuckle before replying, “I told you I’m fine-” But I interrupted him before he could even finish his words.

“Why are you holding me like this?” I breathed, lips fluttering but I didn’t dare to move—yet. “One way or another… you seem to know how to torture me. I hate you.” In contrast to my words, my voice was soft—as if there’s no sting behind it.

Do I really hate him.. Or myself? Hate myself for the fact that I let my greed consume me and lean into his touch… feel his warmth… be addicted to his smile… Maybe, maybe I just really hate myself. I hate myself for becoming too vulnerable around him.

Without waiting for his response—not even looking at his reaction, I pulled myself away from him and stood up. Not taking a second glance at him, I walked towards the inside and shut the door. Pressing my back to the door, I leaned against it and slowly slid down until my butt hit the ground—rethinking my life choices.

“What in the dramatic fuck was that…” I muttered as I flailed my legs like a child throwing a fit. Letting out some silent screams while cringing. 

How am I going to see him after that?! Oh gosh, why do I always talk before thinking!!

Feeling frustrated, I whisper-shouted, “I don’t hate you!—in fact, I…” My words faltered. But then I took a breath, and whispered into the air, “I love you…”

A/N: Thanks for reading this fic guys!! Your likes and comments keeps me going^^ This was supposed to be oneshot T_T T_T How did I write this much...

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Aroace Sonic Shadow pt 15

She lost him at the handholding part.

[matteoberrettini]

genuinely hilarious btw how people on twt want soo bad to make matteo a villain in jannik's story or some shit like it's a disney movie. less than a month ago he said they'd talked recently and he's never had anything but good things to say about jannik but to some people it'll never be enough because he made a decision for his career that i understand is hard to digest but it has nothing to do with his relationship with jannik, jannik himself said it doesn't bother him, they both have never indicated they weren't on good terms. like yeah we can't ever really know the truth behind what they say in public, but i think we should stick with what we can see and read, yeah? because making wild assumptions based on nothing doesn't lead to anything good, it's just speculation and i don't see what anyone gains from it?? i think maybe some people need to grow up and accept that they don't know these people. they don't know jannik and what he thinks or feels or who he talks to or who avoids him or whatever. we know what he shows and tells us and that has to be enough because otherwise we go down dangerous paths

[amxrany]

The way I stopped breathing for a moment when I opened twitter

HE'S SO *gets shot*

[mishy-mashy]

Do you think Banjo is the type of person who hides his problems behind a clown mask?

The guy acts like a bit of comedy relief, but I think he's the kind of person to face his problems head-on. I don't think he uses humor as a coping mechanism. We never see him do that for himself. He's just a loud guy

Look at how he first appears to Midoriya

He's loud, and it steals Midoriya's attention. But he's calling him out on why he's messing up

But as a character's debut, the first things he does are:

Call out Midoriya for trying to do things alone, when Yoichi's first message to him was that he wasn't

Tell him that if he can compose himself, things typically work out

Understands Midoriya's side of things, and tells him he knows (like lacking a mouth)

And once he says those two previous things, he exhales, and his eyes show their pupils properly

The parting advice he gives Midoriya is a reiteration of the second point: It's okay to be mad. What's important is controlling your heart.

Blackwhip is a Quirk that responds to the holder's emotions. Like other Quirks, but Blackwhip goes out of control when the user isn't able to get a grip on themselves

Banjo used his Quirk effectively. He'd have to live that advice to pass it on to Midoriya, back when Abilities were starting to become normal, but Japan was still wrecked. And we know that Quirks are influenced by, and influence, the holder's personality.

Banjo would have to be able to be honest with himself, understand his emotions, and has the maturity to say it's okay to be mad. Just control it.

When he said that for the first time, it actually surprised me. Everyone in fiction or reality says "Don't be mad", but a character on his debut and says it's okay to be that. I never heard anyone say that controlling your emotions and outputting them in a healthy manner is what matters. People just say not to he negative or annoying, because it's inconvenient; but Banjo went past that.

And when he fades, he tells Midoriya he's got this. He reminds him that they're all behind him.

Whenever he speaks, he doesn't make the receiver feel bad, or speak down to them. He understands them, and gives the next step in a familiar, friendly way.

On his debut, he told Midoriya to control his heart, and to remember he wasn't alone. Here, he tells him he should try understanding their Quirks better.

He's actually got a mature way of seeing things. He's an adult, and being the holder between Shinomori and En, he wouldn't be able to deal with either of them if he wasn't mature about himself. Shinomori probably wouldn't choose someone who can't be honest with himself upfront, after spending almost half his life for OFA. And En is young, prone to panic, and a guy who acts like his problems aren't there or funny wouldn't help that.

I can visualize Banjo sitting at a small fire with Shinomori, having an honest, calm talk about life (until Shinomori says the wrong thing and Banjo yells something about it). But not Banjo trying to push his problems down with a hearty laugh, and Shinomori being okay with that.

When Midoriya used his Quirk for the first time, Banjo did get loud at the start, but he did lecture him in a way that was kinda teacher-mentor-ish.

I actually like the way Banjo talks about his observances. He's got the demeanor of a good teacher, he's clear, and direct. He's light-hearted about serious things, but doesn't diminish them. He just approaches it in a way that you aren't feeling the pressure, and can feel like it's possible.

He seems to have this habit of being loud to get people's attention, and simmers down once he has it. He's never indirect or leaving the addressed to figure out the answer on their own, he gives it outright.

When Midoriya used Blackwhip for the first time, Banjo was all "You got it all wrong!" and then explained things. Since he felt himself fading, he could've been talking louder to compensate himself past the daze he felt. To make sure he was talking, heard, and to keep himself awake

When the first Three made the void silent because Kudo and Bruce didn't want to help, Banjo broke it with what Midoriya should do next

When Shinomori got yoinked, the first thing Banjo did was report it in a panic to Midoriya. This just tells Midoriya he really has to be careful now, because OFA can really be stolen. Even if Banjo just panics and doesn't say that aloud

Every time Banjo is facing some kind of problem, he doesn't let others panic too hard. He's not pressuring about problems, and steps back to let Midoriya figure things out.

When Midoriya was running himself into the ground, Banjo was one of the vestiges that didn't show up to tell him to rest. He already understood how Midoriya saw things, and was doing them his own way

Rather than trying to be a clown, I think Banjo is just a friendly person. He's honest with others and with himself, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to utilize Blackwhip right, or be the holder between a sagey hermit and young, scared adult.

[rpfisfine]

an artist

[anartisticalniche]

Ok this new episode was a lot more fun and linear and it was just a one off adventure.

I do think that at this point this type of one off episodes are way better to me than the mini arc plot they tried to follow up after puzzlevision.

The charm of the show is back, and I wanna follow it again.

I know it's kinda fast to jump back on following it, and I'm also baffled that they already seemed to write well once again, but what the hell, screw it.

I wanna give it up to chance because... honest to god what the hell happened to this previous episodes and the mini arc to come out the way it did for me is beyond me ngl

[shadowedvales-gone]

not that i even include any of the nina project canon on this blog, but what really annoyed me about it all [i mean, basically everything to do with the storyline lmao] is that jane continued to call brenner papa. he claims they're “father and daughter”, offers his hand to her, and she takes it in order to continue the work. she confirms he is her papa. by calling him that, it continues to implement that he is some kind of role model or positive figure in her life. the fact that she didn't confront him about her childhood until he physically stopped her from leaving, and put the shock collar around her neck, is wild to me. all of jane’s development from the very first episode is amazing. at the end of season one she associates “bad” to brenner, after spending one week with the boys. one week compared to eleven years with brenner.

yes she did try running away from him the moment she saw him, and she was only thinking about helping her friends in working with nina, but she would not have put up with his behaviour towards her. she knew who he was at that point, and if not just to her, then to her friends: he faked will’s death, threatened to kill the boys, and most importantly destroyed her mothers life. anyway. the point of this post, is that after season two and her experience with kali, the man who hurt terry, and brenner’s vision, she only refers to him as brenner. there is no more papa. she is not giving him that credit, or allowing him to have that possession over her. if he were to ever come up in conversation, he is brenner, and that’s it.

which, on that note, i believe jane would stop referring to terry as 'mama' and instead simply call her 'mum.' when jane is looking through the documents regarding hawkins lab in the cabin, she sees terry for the first time, and realises she is her mother. without thinking, she calls out for mama, [not ma, not mother, not mum etc] the title already engrained into her from her so-called father: in that moment she still believes brenner is her father, and this woman is her mother. so they are both automatically mama and papa in her perception, the only parental titles she really knows of thus far. she's connecting these two vastly different people together by titles, which may seem simple on the outside, but has far more meaning within. the word papa will always be tainted to jane, and once she finds out about her real father, andrew rich, she would never call him papa, so why would she call terry mama? 'mama' is immediately associated to 'papa' and when jane grows up a little more and comes to realise these titles connect to one another, she only calls terry her mum or mother.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

the lack of respect for the httyd books pisses me off ugh

[sunbeetle]

ive been working on cleaning my room for the past few days its awful and terrible and a continuous chore. because the room wasnt cleared out before i moved in so i have to get rid of a bunch of shit that isnt mine so i can put my shit away instead of piled in boxes where its been for years because ive been too sick to do it. well im not nearly as sick anymore so im doing it. are you proud of me. i have items did you know about this

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I love Naveen as both a character and a fictional crush, respectively, but I find his fandom to be quite... insufferable.

[weedle-testaburger]

i kind of feel like it'd be fun to shun people who don't like comedy the way people who love horror make me feel shunned for not liking it. if I'm broken for not wanting media to show me frightening shit, you're broken for not wanting media to show you amusing shit