#Filippa is me

[eiivens]

"Whatever we did—or, more crucially, did not do—it seemed that so long as we did it together, our individual sins might be abated. There is no comfort like complicity."

Had to make a presentation for my creative writing class and I liked these slides enough to post them ehe :)

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.

[klosh]

where is the fanart for if we were villians??? i need every single scene of that book illustrated and in my hands yesterday??? why can't i find it?? Help?? seriously am begging on bleeding knees frothing at the mouth where is it???(!)??

[myst1cb0y]

yesterday i reread iwwv at like 1 am and apparently "his body was never found" hit me so hard that i got up, microwaved a frozen pizza and ate it in bed while contemplating all my life choices.

[crazy-random-bookworm-17]

just finished if we were villains and am absolutely sobbing

[0-sunstranger-0]

FUCK ALL OF YOU AND MY FRIEND FOR RECOMMENDING IF WE WERE VILLAINS WHY ARE THERE TEARS IN MY EYES

[stirlinqs]

imagining a world where wren stirling was also a photographer & took lots of photos; especially of performances & filippa.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

filippa kosta & hazel // @softsliders19​

“Is that a costume?” they ask, approaching the other with a coolly curious, appraising look. Without trying to be too obvious, she tries to get a better view, even trying to guess what materials might have been used to construct those. Then again, they’ve seen enough weird shit here not to be surprised if they were real. 

[spellbcok]

a starter for @mvsicinthedvrk between anya & filippa

"you wanna hear something really scary?" anya asked, though it was merely as formality as they quickly proceeded to recite from the book in their hand without any regard to whether their companion would like to hear or not. "rabbits not only have great vision but they can see nearly 360° and far above their head."

[gloriouswhispers]

'well, it's ancient, owen. they had different requirements and needs then.' filippa remarks but the thing is, owen isn't wrong. it's a stupid curse. filippa doesn't know what witch on what plantet would ever need or use a curse that makes somebody speak in whatever languages exist in the universe. but it was the best her mother brain could come up with, the most harmless thing she could think of since the vase is a constant emitter of whatever intentions are set to it. 'and i doubt anybody is having their holibobs in israel any time soon, so don't worry your head about getting german.' she adds with a quip of sarcasm of her own. a slight sigh escapes filippa at the question and she resists the urge to roll her eyes, drawing in a patient breath in its place. 'it's very old magic, darling. some of which isn't practiced anymore. no one has been able to analyze it completely. but curses don't tend to...run out. so i suppose it would just...circle through the languages again? heaven knows, i dread to think.'

filippa fights a small laugh at the entire situation, deciding then and there to find complete amusement instead of annoyance. it's not her first rodeo, after all. 'well, italians look good to touch too, darling but i don't go around groping them.' she quips and there's no urgency from the witch when owen's second hand comes into the equation, she resigns herself as a mere observer as she shrugs. 'i think the same one, that's what happened to my tarqi anyway. but nothing wrong with experimenting, i suppose.' filippa sighs, before her own hand waves his away. 'come on, owen. just let go for christ sake, let's get this over with. plus, i'm quite curious now.'

"That seems like a stupid curse. No offence." Owen says honestly, glancing to the vase and back again to Filippa. "I mean...useful if you're traveling, I guess. But not even that if it's random? Imagine going to Israel but getting German. Vacation ruined." the wolf's tone is a mixture of curiosity and amusement, but Owen supposes it won't be long until he finds out what language is bestowed upon him. His hand remains over the vase, planted there now as if it's there to stay. "How will anyone know if the curse is gone without everyone touching it?" he shrugs innocently with the question, not quite meaning to challenge a witch that knows more than him but...it is his very nature after all.

Instantly, Owen witnesses an expression that he sees over his own mother's face plenty of times. In fact, he jokes that the very look Filippa gives him now was on Olivia Hawthorne's face the moment he was born. It's how he knows he's been caught, giving the witch a sheepish yet innocent grin. "It looked good to touch!" Owen defends his actions, using his other hand to gesture to the vase but that's when curiosity piques yet again for the wolf. "What happens if I touch it again with this hand?" he waves, hovering his palm closer. "Does it cancel out or do I just get two languages?" but there's no waiting for an answer as his palm presses to the vase, now standing there with both hands against the ancient pot as he blinks at Filippa for his own choice. "I might have an impulse problem."

[woso-dreamzzz]

Shots III

Magdalena Eriksson x Child!Reader

Fridolina Rolfö x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You need a flu shot

"So they just jab it in?" Frido asks over dinner, mouth open and eyes wide.

"Yeah," Magda says, nodding furiously," Needle out and just jabbed in." She demonstrates with her hand. "It's the worst. It hurts her super bad."

"That's awful. You'd think they'd find a pain-free version to deliver vaccines. But she's all caught up, right?"

Magda shakes her head. "I forgot to take her to get her flu shot before we left Germany. Pernille's so mad at me."

"But we're only in camp, right? There's no way she's going to sick. I mean-"

Frido's cut off by a loud sneeze from Filippa followed by a brutal round of coughing.

"Pernille's going to kill you."

Magda groans, burying her head in her hands. "I've arranged with the team doctors to give Princesse her shot here."

"But..." Frido frowns. "She won't like it here anymore if we make her get shots!"

"I think that's Pernille's plan," Magda replies," If we give Princesse shots here then she'll stop wanting to come. It's genius."

"It's rude."

"Still genius though."

Frido sighs loudly, shaking her head. "I can't believe you put us in this position, Magda! Why couldn't you have just taken her to get her shot in Germany?"

"It slipped my mind!"

"Well now she's going to slip away from Sweden!" Frido continues," We can't let her start going back to Denmark! She'll want to play for their team soon enough! We can't lose her!"

"I know!" Magda replies," But I also don't want to lose Princesse privileges and that will definitely happen if we don't take her to get her shot."

"This is awful," Frido bemoans," I can't believe it's come to this."

Zećira, who had been silent through the entire conversation, sighs. "You're so dramatic."

Dramatic or not, Magda is forced to take you to get your flu shot. Pernille might actually kill her if she doesn't and Frido tags along for the ride, supposedly to remind you of all the great things Sweden has that Denmark hasn't like IKEA and Zećira.

"I know Zećira is here," You tell Frido as Magda leads you into the doctor's office," She's always here."

"I know," Frido says," But just remember how much you like being taught by Zećira."

"I know that!" You say, cheeks puffed out in annoyance," You're being weird!"

Before Frido can defend herself though, Magda hauls you up onto the little bed set up in the room.

"So," The nice doctor man says," Just a flu shot, is that right?"

"That's right."

"Morsa forgot to take me when we were in Germany," You tell him, much to Magda's embarrassment," Momma yelled at her for ages and ages and ages and ages-"

"She's never had a reaction to them before?" The doctor asks Magda.

"-And ages and ages and ages-"

"No reactions," Magda confirms, feeling a sense of nausea creeping in," She's always been fine with them."

"-And ages and ages!" You finish," And Morsa had to sleep on the sofa and I took her space in the Big Bed!"

The nice doctor man smiles at you. "That sounds cool." He wheels himself closer. "Can you open your mouth for me, please?"

You do as you're told and he inspects your throat before moving his hands to check your neck hasn't swelled up. He checks your temperature too and whatever he finds satisfies him because he wheels away to get the medicine Morsa said you were getting given today.

Frido has to hold her breath. it's been a long time since she's had to have any shots herself. She's forgotten what they look like.

Tears already start building in her eyes as the doctor brings out the syringe, uncapping the top.

It doesn't look sharp. In fact it doesn't look like any needle Frido's ever seen before and that makes it so much worse.

It doesn't look like it would easily go into skin so it's definitely going to hurt you a lot.

She sucks in a ragged gasp for air before holding her breath again.

"Have you ever had this done before?" The nice doctor man asks and you nod your head.

"Momma took me last year!"

"And did it look like this?"

You study it for a moment. "Uh-huh."

"Well, it looks like you're a pro. You ready?"

"Yes."

To Frido and Magda's horror, he positions the syringe in your nose, releasing the vaccine quickly before turning to do the same with your other nostril.

"I...I think I feel sick," Frido says, clutching her tummy.

She doesn't know why you're not crying. It must have hurt much more to have the needle jabbed into your nose twice.

She had no idea doctors were working out ways to make kids hate having shots even more.

"All done!" The doctor says," Would you like a sticker?"

"Yes, please!"

You choose a sticker with a kitten on it, slamming it straight onto your shirt before jumping down from the bed.

Frido and Magda are still clutching each other, traumatised from what they've just witnessed.

You frown. "You're both being weird. It was just a spray."

Magda freezes. "Huh?"

"I makes my nose all tingly but I'm fine!" You give them both a beaming smile.

"A spray?"

"Yes," The doctor says," We've started to move away from giving young children actually injections to help against flu. The nasal spray is much more effective...and painless."

[manul-sul-sul]

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[gloriouswhispers]

as filippa sits across from her nephew,, she senses the weight of felix's inquiry. it's more than just question. it's a plea veiled within curiosity, a search for guidance in his current world. a world of swirling uncertainties. she catches the faint echo of this plea, a call for direction and in this moment, she realizes the profound power tucked within his innocent query, a potential catalyst for profound change. maybe not now, but later. 'the curious thing about life, felix...' filippa begins, her voice a soft cadence punctuating the stillness of the room. 'is that it often dances between the delicate difference of choice and chance. i know you believe yourself to be a spectator to life's dreary performance art,' a smirk graces her lips then, a subtle dip of her head to keep his attention. 'but everything in our lives, even the things that happen to us, or happen around us, and are seemingly out of our control...everything within our proximity, what it does to us, we can control.' she nods again, before a shrug lifts her shoulder. 'i have always thought of life as...somebody's too hot is somebody's sunny day, that they might have been waiting for after weeks of rain. but it's still the same day. it depends entirely on the eyes noticing it.'

and it leads her to felix's next question, but this time filippa knows it isn't a request for help. it's a statement veiled in a question, an admission of fear. she tilts her head subtly, offering her nephew another faint smile, another slow blink. 'yes, what if. but what if it's better? if you are so worried about it being worse, that means there should be equal excitement for it to be better. they're the same force, are they not? the same question?' her challenge isn't firm, but filippa speaks with an unwavering confidence. an encouragement to peel back felix's layer of pessimism. one she isn't surprised he has, but one she wishes he didn't. 'you do yourself a disservice, felix.' filippa says, before her hand delicately raises to signal a rephrase. 'i don't mean in the way my brother has probably said that to you. but i mean here.' she taps her chest, right where her throbbing and tired heart beats away. 'you are, undoubtedly, an intelligent man. and a kind man to those who you care for. you feel things, felix. and you dare to feel them after being raised somewhere that didn't want you to. and so i think you do yourself a disservice. you were made to feel, and you're constantly not allowing yourself to. that's enough to make anyone mad.'

filippa isn't surprised that felix grapples onto the slightest form of levity he can find. she herself is thankful for it, a chuckle escaping as a warmer grin glimmers over her lips. 'well, i only have one dead husband, and one divorced one so i definitely can't compare to the three that mysteriously disappeared from linnéa's life. she was always my favorite too.' filippa mutters, her gaze softening to felix as she reaches out to retrieve her phone. 'thank you, i feel honored. sometimes being dull in a world full of people trying to be exciting is an act of rebellion too. i'm convinced.' she quips, not quite meaning her words before there's a sigh of relief as she looks to her phone. the noise is gone, all the mess and all the clutter. 'we should be able to do this with our brains, hm? maybe then life wouldn't be so...annoying.'

Felix gave a nod, a mix of understanding and appreciation on his expression. He could hear the advice loud and clear. Depending on his perspective, all of this could mean whatever meaning he assigned to it. "How could it be both?" Felix's voice was quiet, laced with genuine curiosity and he refused to hide the fact he was asking for his own sanity. Filippa's perspective was vast compared to the narrowness of his upbringing, and it was only natural for him to pry into her way of thinking. There was admiration for the way she escaped a Ranström way of living, but no one could escape it completely unscathed. Evident in her simple and to the point opinion. Sometimes things just are. A notion Felix didn't disagree with, apart from the way his whole being was convinced that there had to be more. Out there, in him. "Could it mean both at the same time. Or, can it only be one or the other? Or, neither. At any given time."

His next nod was apprehensive to Filippa, as just the prospect of speaking about everything openly was enough to make his guarded nature feel useful. Something he held closer than an actual friend. But before his mind could flit through a wolf he felt most comfortable to talk to, Filippa proved once again why she needed to escape her own family. She plucked words straight from his thoughts, able to verbalize them with more profoundness than Felix ever could. So that time, his nod was soft and thoughtful. But his problem was that he ate and devoured these philosophies, eyes burning through pages and pages of introspection and retrospection, of mindfulness, of serenity and inner peace. But he could never put any of it into action. "Yeah, I've always liked that. Until now, really. Because now, what if it's worse?" his voice finally sounded again, a meek sound in comparison to it's usual confidence. "In a few moments from now, it could be worse."

Their slight laughter was out of place and Felix stifled his into a muted noise. Levity for the sake of levity, a tried and tested method of his deflection usually but in that room with Filippa, it didn't quite stick. Her following comment made his eyes move from the phone and to her, a nod given quickly to show he heard them. He felt them, too. "I've always appreciated you, Pip. You're not my favorite aunt, though." there was the levity, Felix grinning to her as he held a brief pause. "Once I learned about great great great aunt Linnéa, she kind of took that spot. Sorry." he offered a slight shrug and chuckle before the phone's buzzing came to end. Ready to be used for it's intended purpose, or in this case, not it's intended purpose. There was something satisfying about deleting apps from Filippa's cluttered home screen. Just watching them disappear as if they never existed to begin with, a slight relief from witnessing it. It wasn't long until he brandished the device for her to take, nothing left on it but her contacts, messages and emails. "There you go. You are officially the owner of the most boring iPhone to ever exist. How does it feel?"

[myst1cb0y]

imagine if we were villains in royal au

no like

PRINCE JAMES FARROW SJJDSJK

[!spoilers for the book]

ok like here me out james is a prince or something and everyone else also has like royal roles (meredith = princess from another kingdom, oliver = knight, pip = lady in waiting, richard = other prince, etc.) but like they're all part of this royal theater club and put on shows idk then one day of course everything messes up and the king and queen of a bunch of places (james' kingdom, meredith's, etc.) question them abt richard, sometimes the group has to split up and go back to their own kingdom before reuniting again, james confesses to oliver, oliver lies to the royal ppl, he gets banished idk into poverty or prison idk

i might be delusional but

[pitchsidestories]

Loving her is red (Referee's Version) II Lauren Hemp x Reader

mancity women masterlist I word count: 1718

After the draw against Chelsea most of the Manchester City teammates decided to go to their favourite bar and get a little drunk. Especially the two English players who got a red card in the game were on their best way to be a bit more than slightly drunk. The last one who joined them was Leila Ouahabi who got two yellow cards in their first WSL game this season in London, playing against Westham. Slightly worried she looked at the younger forward:” Hempito, how many shots did you already have?” Afterwards she waved at her other teammates with a bright smile on her face: Hola chicas!”

With a teasing smile on her lips Alex explained to the Spanish defender:“ Lauren’s trying to get to 81 because that’s the minute she got her red card.” “Don’t remind me of that, Al!”, the younger blonde whined. The Manchester City captain kept joking:“ I only have to get to 38 shots at least.” “You’re not serious, chicas! That’s loco!” “No shit, Leila. They’re obviously not.”, Chloe Kelly interjected giggling. Red faced Leila apologized: “Sorry, I don’t always get your British sense of humour.” “You’ll get used to it.”, Laura Coombs reassured her with a soft smile. Confidently Ellie Roebuck nodded, while hugging the brunette from behind: “Definitely.”

Meanwhile Alex handed her a couple of full glasses: “Here, those drinks are for you. For getting a red last week.” “Gracias.”, the dark-haired woman mumbled. A bright grin appeared on the blonde’s face: “De nada.”

“Drink!”, Lauren shouted into the Spanish defender’s ear.  A loud laugh escaped her mouth before starting to taste her first drink of the night:“Okay, alright.” “Good!”, the younger forward replied, clearly satisfied.  Her reaction made Leila laugh even harder:” She gets bossy when she drinks.”  “Drink your drink.”

“Hempo. Leave her alone.”, Alex rolled her eyes as she cut through that conversation. “Fine.”, Lauren sighed. To the brunette their skipper said:” Don’t worry, it’s just the red card.” “Is it? Where’s Hempitos girlfriend?”, Leila asked empathetically, instinctively feeling that Lauren could need her love right now after such an awful match with a terrible result for her.

With a sympathetic smile Chloe answered: “Working.” “Still?”, Leila glanced surprised at her teammates. “She called after the game to talk to Hempo and we said we’d go out for a few drinks first.”, Laura added. “Oh okay.” Smiling the older woman tried to put her at ease: “She’ll pick her up later.”

Alex addressed the round of football players excitedly; “More drinks anyone?“ “Yes!“, Lauren nodded violently. “And apart from Hempo?“, the blonde defender laughed. “Me too.“, Filippa Angeldal joined in, while Ellie yelled; “Esme and me too!“ Esme Morgan sat next to their goalkeeper with reddened cheeks; “Exactly.“

While Alex ordered them more drinks, Chloes face darkened; “Guys?“ Khiara Keating, the youngest the group, looked up from her phone; “Huh?“ “Where’s Hempo? Her seat’s empty. Did anyone see her leave?“, the striker asked with her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Esme turned around in her seat, looking for her team mate; “Lauren? Where are you?“ Leila did the same on the other side of their table, even getting up from her chair; “Hempito?“

As a slight nervousness spread among the football players, Lauren jumped out from under the table with a loud; “Boo!“ The mischievous smile on her face let everyone know that she was incredibly proud of herself. “Don’t scare us like that!“, Alanna Kennedy scolded her, but still shook her head in amusement. Lauren could barely contain her laughter; “You should have seen your faces!“ Annoyed, Chloe rolled her eyes; “That was not funny!“ “Yes, it was.“, Lauren kept giggling.

Several drinks later, Ellie took one look at Lauren slumped down in her chair and announced; “I think it’s time for Hempo to leave.“ Outraged she immediately sat up; “What do you mean?!“ “I’m calling her girlfriend.“, Alex decided. With glassy eyes, Lauren pleaded; “Oh come on. Don’t be boring.“ But she was slurring her words enough to make even Alex who had her fair share of drinks shake her head.

You were only mildly surprise when your girlfriends teammate called. You knew you were supposed to pick Lauren up but you were expecting her to call you herself. “Alex?“ “Hey. I think your girlfriend had enough. Will you come pick her up?“, she explained more loudly than necessary. “Yes, of course. I’ll be there soon.“, you nodded and ended the call. You just came home from work, so you were still in your shoes and jacket. All that was left to do was grab the keys and walk over to the bar.

Luckily the way was not that far, and it did not take you too long to find the celebrating football players in the room. “Hi girls. Come on time to leave Lauren.”, you chirmed. Happy about the fact that the women did not seem to be that sad about the loss anymore. Determined your girlfriend shook her head:”Nooo.” “Do you need help with her?”, Ellie offered in a friendly tone. Politely you replied: “No, I think we’ll be fine.” “Wait.”, Laura interjected, a warm smile on her lips. “What?”, you looked confused at her. Slightly out of breath Chloe explained: “Here. Coombsy made me run across the street to the chip shop to bring you some food you can eat at home.” “Oh, thank you, Chloe. This is really thoughtful of you.”, you told them moved by their gesture.

Smirking Leila observed: “She will need it.” “I think so too.”, you admitted while making sure that Lauren was ready to go and did not left any of her belongings at the bar. Quickly Laura hugged you and her younger teammate who got red carded earlier: “Good night, you two.” “Night, everyone.”, you waved at them.

Amused Chloe shouted: “Good luck getting her home.” “Thanks, I’ll need it.”, you answered laughing before turning to your girlfriend, let’s go love.” “Ugh fine.”, Lauren groaned, obviously not too excited about being one of the earliest to leave the team party.

After some fresh air on the way to your appartement you mumbled relieved:” We’re home.” “Finally. Can’t wait for my bed.”, the blonde yawned. Suddenly she felt the tension which the forward felt all day escaping her body as she was taking the first step into your appartement.

Her physical reaction did not go unnoticed by you:” That game has been a lot, right? Sorry, I couldn’t be there because of work.” “I know that. Actually.. I’m glad you didn’t come. The game was just overall shit.”, Lauren confessed. Still, you felt a little guilty for not coming to the football match: “I could’ve been there for you.”

As you two had been childhood sweethearts long before you had a name for what you two felt for eachother you tried to come to every home game your girlfriend had, and it did not matter the weather. But as you two became young adults sometimes work forbid the tradition you held dearly.

“No, you couldn’t. I was on the pitch.”, the forward reminded you softly.  A sad smile appeared on your face as you kissed her forehead: “You’re right but I can be here for you now.” “It’s cool. Really. Proud of the girls for taking the point home. We could’ve lost 0:5.”, the blond muttered.

“Your team is really incredible.“, you nodded, thinking not only of the game but also of the familiar atmosphere at the bar a few minutes ago. Lauren let herself fall back onto your bed while kicking her shoes off; “They are. I love them.“ “I can tell.“, you replied slightly moved and changed into your Pyjamas.

Your girlfriend watched you from the bed; “Do you know what else I like?“ “Our bed?“, you laughed. Lauren smiled back at you; “That too!“ “And you?“, you prompted her to go on. „Bananas!“, she finally revealed happily. Surprised you paused and raised an eyebrow; “Are you hungry? I could get you one.“ “No, we still have the food the others gave us.“, she reminded you and then seemed to remember what she actually wanted to say; “Did you know that there are over 1.000 types of bananas?“ “Uhm, no. But that’s really interesting.“, you answered politely as you slipped into bed with her.

Excitedly, Lauren nodded; “I know, right?“ “What made you think of bananas?“ Your girlfriend snorted; “They’re yellow. Like the cards I’ve gotten. Doesn’t make sense that yellow plus yellow makes red.“ “No, it does not.“, you agreed, feeling sad for her because that topic was still so present in her mind. “I mean why red? That’s so aggressive.“, she kept going. Carefully, you put a hand in her hair; “You can’t stop thinking about it, huh?“ “No.“, she admitted. Her eyes were wet again and her lower lip trembled.

“Come here.“ You pulled her towards you, gently stroking her face. Laurens tears never came. She just swallowed hard; “It’s stupid, I know. We all know the ref made a lot of bad decisions today. But it still feels like I did something bad.“ “You did nothing wrong, love.“, you assured her. “I still won’t get to play the next few games.“ “I know…“ Sighing, Lauren sat up again; “I want some chips. You too?“ “Yes.“ She got out of bed to go into the kitchen where you put down the food. With the paper bag in hand, your girlfriend wanted to know: “Can we eat in bed?“ “Sure.“ Lauren cozied back up in bed with you and you two ate in silence.

The greasy food seemed to help with the alcohol. “Do you feel better?“, you wanted to know from your girlfriend. Shoving more chips into her mouth, she nodded; “Yes. They’re so good.“ “Agreed.“ “I guess I just needed some food.“, Lauren shrugged, grinning. You quietly laughed; “Seems like it.“ “So good.“, your girlfriend mumbled before laying down and closing your eyes.

You gently cleared the bed from the trash, pulled the blanket over Laurens body and kissed her forehead; “Sleep well, Lauren.“ It was quiet for a while when the football player suddenly said; “Hey?“ “Hm?“, you answered, now sleepy yourself. “Love you.“ A smile appeared on your face because your girlfriend finally sounded content; “I love you too.“

Sorry this is not our best work but we hope you still enjoy this one. 🩵

[theodeckrs]

“you didn’t tell me.” i didn’t realize until it was out of my mouth that that alone was worse than any of the rest of it. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“i didn’t want you to know,” he said. he took another step toward me, and this time i didn’t move back. “filippa—maybe she’s crazy, i don’t know, nothing fazes her—but you? oliver, you—” his voice failed him, and in its absence he gestured at me again, but it was a thought i couldn’t finish for him.

“i what, james? i don’t understand.”

he let his hand fall back to his side, and he gave me that same helpless, hopeless shrug. “i never wanted you to look at me the way you’re looking at me right now.”

the way this made me throw the book across the room even on a reread… I’M SO UNWELL!!!