#fic: stupid idiot

[mingumis]

stupid idiot | kmg

he doesn’t care about anything, other than the slow, curling smile on your lips and the feeling of your soft fingertips, fluttering over the bruises on his knuckles. 

pairing: gryffindor kim mingyu x slytherin f!reader genre: fluff !! so much fluff! tags: little bit of blood, nothing graphic! just a load of mingyu in love being a dummy a/n: i was racing against the clock to finish this before midnight but it's still the sixth where i am, so happy birthday to our precious minguri who deserves the whole world and then some 🥹 wc: 3.0k

read mingyu and sparky's first fic here!

“I love her.”

“Oh, wonderful. You’ve finally figured it out.” 

Seokmin barely lifts his head from his desk, where he’s finishing up on a love letter to his own girlfriend, no doubt, based on the sheer amount of hearts he has scribbled onto the parchment. 

Mingyu scowls and has half a mind to march over and tear up the letter to shreds, but he actually likes the Hufflepuff that Seokmin has sickeningly dubbed his Lovey and he also knows that you have been friends with her since first year Astronomy class. 

You. Sparky. Right, there are more important matters at hand. 

“Well, then,” Seokmin pokes his tongue out in concentration as he carefully rolls up the paper and seals it with hot wax. “Enlighten me. What helped you get it into that thick skull of yours?” 

Mingyu drops his bag onto the floor and comes around to Seokmin’s side of their room, plopping himself onto the neatly made mattress. He holds out the stack of his returned and graded assignment, where the professor has notated a perfect grade in the top margin. 

His friend finally looks over to his offering, brow furrowing. “Con...gratulations? Dude, what?” 

Mingyu sighs, partly out of frustration, mostly out of defeat. “No, no,” he mumbles, rifling through the pages to land on the conclusion that he settled on that night in the library, with your help, “Just read this.” 

Seokmin gives him another dubious look but takes the essay into his hands and starts reading the words out loud. 

“To the average witch or wizard, this dilemma provides merely an opportunity to practice a simple Levicorpus spell. Being tied down to the tracks before an unstoppable force, seconds before certain death, is a trivial matter to those who hold the power to move the earth with a mere flourish of the wrist. 

“To Muggles, however, the decision and its outcomes cannot be easy. The choice of inaction might allow several people’s deaths but keep the blood off of one’s hands, while action condemns a single person to death but saves the greater many. To protect the life of a lover, one may have to grapple with the active choice of letting a stranger, a classmate, even a friend or multiple, die in their place. In the split second that exists between life and death, logic and ethics and morality fail, and all that remains is love.” 

Mingyu squirms a little as Seokmin’s voice lingers even after he finishes reading. It’s his heart, poured out onto the parchment in the neat, blocky handwriting that you’ve complimented him more than once before. His heart, that he hopes to be able to convey to you someday. It’s so obvious to him that he frowns when he notices Seokmin’s puzzled squint. 

“What?” 

“I’m still confused.”

He huffs loudly, yanking the paper back, and flops backwards onto Seokmin’s bed so that he doesn’t have to look at his friend as he declares, “I’m in love with Sparky, alright? Like, she’s my friend, but also, I think she’s incredible and smart and perfect and– I would let five people die if it means saving her!” Mingyu heaves a few quick breaths and receives no response, so he turns his head to the side, where Seokmin’s face has contorted into something crossed between a knowing grin and a disgusted gag. 

“Okay, wow. I could’ve done without the theatrics,” his friend quips, but there’s already an excited sparkle to his eyes. “Ooh, does this mean that we can go on double dates now? 

Mingyu’s heart flutters at the thought, before he realizes that he hasn’t even gone on a date with you, let alone asked you out, let alone confessed his feelings to you. Those should all come first, probably, before a double date with Seokmin and his Lovey. He turns over, shoving his face into the pillows and lamenting through a groan, “I haven’t even told her yet.”

Seokmin snorts, “Well, hop to it, Romeo.”

“Who the hell is Romeo?”

“You’ve got so much more to learn about the Muggle world, my young Padawan.”

“What is a ‘Padawan’?” 

–

You’re determined to make this extremely difficult for him, it seems. 

The first time Mingyu tries to talk to you, it’s a futile attempt to catch you as you leave your Arithmancy lecture. 

You’re traveling in a cluster within your newfound Slytherin protection squad, led by Jeonghan and flanked by Soonyoung and Jihoon. The arrangement had resulted, courtesy of Seungcheol, when Mingyu had shown up to practice late one too many times from walking you to classes to fend off the bullies. Fortunately, the three Slytherin upperclassmen had been all too happy to be given a reason to sneer at snot-nosed pureblood supremacists at the compensation rate of a Butterbeer per month. Unfortunately for Mingyu, they seem to take their jobs a bit too seriously, judging by the warning hiss that escapes Jeonghan’s gritted teeth as he approaches. 

“I’m her friend!” Mingyu protests, gaze leaping from Soonyoung, who grins, Jihoon, who shrugs, and you, who cackles into your scarf. “Also, I’m your friend!”

Jeonghan lifts a shoulder, eyes narrowing with scrutiny. “You are Seungcheol’s friend. We are, at best, classmates, and at worst, rivals on the pitch. Besides, we were told to make sure that Sparky gets to her classes in peace, without any distractions.” The Slytherin beater rakes his gaze up and down before his lips curl in disapproval. “You look like a distraction to me.” “Hear, hear!” Soonyoung pipes up, pointedly ignoring the scathing glare that Mingyu shoots his way. 

Jihoon leans into you, dipping to murmur something into your ear that makes you giggle. Giggle. 

Mingyu fears that he has unwittingly sent you straight into a den of tigers who have enlisted you as one of their own. As a last resort, he peeks his head around Jeonghan’s frame to you, pleading with a gaze that he hopes is pitiful enough for you to cave in.

You meet his eyes steadily, lips twitching into an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Gyu. We’re gonna be late to Divination. See you later?”

Dejected, Mingyu steps aside to let the group by, acting like he doesn’t see the way Jeonghan’s hardened glare eases into a languid smugness.

The next opportunity that he seizes comes in the library, during the midday tea and meditation session that you partake in with Minghao. 

Mingyu stalks his way over to the far corner where he knows he’ll find the two of you amidst the dusty stacks of Transfiguration textbooks. Sure enough, Minghao sits on a cushion on the floor, straight backed and eyes shut. You, however, have your knees to your chest and back against one of the shelves, with your nose buried into a book and sipping away at a giant mug. 

When Mingyu whistles a quick note to announce his arrival, you glance up in surprise, your eyebrows quirking curiously. Before you can say anything, the meditating Ravenclaw mutters, not even bothering to open his eyes, “Go away, Kim.” 

He startles, “How did you know it was me?”

“Of course it’s you. You’re the only one dumb enough to try and interrupt our meditation.” “Sparky’s not even meditating!” “Hey!” You growl, offended. He offers you an apologetic grin and notices you fight off your own. 

Minghao slides a single eye open, shooting the most threatening one-eyed glare he’s ever seen his way. “I know, but Sparky’s not distracting or annoying so she can stay. You, however.”

Mingyu sighs and tilts his head towards you, hoping that you’ll get the hint and follow him out of the library. Instead, you motion towards your book and tea with a sheepish shrug, leaving Mingyu to sulk. Just as he’s turning away to leave, he runs right into Wonwoo and Hansol, who have coincidentally arrived at the dark corner, matching in blue and bronze with empty mugs in hand. 

“Really?” He demands, twirling back around to Minghao, who has returned to his meditation again. 

Wonwoo rumbles out a laugh as he brushes past and takes up the cushion beside you, like it’s second nature. You pipe up a hello towards the older Ravenclaw, simpering when he pats your head to return the greeting. 

Mingyu’s stomach burns. 

Third time’s the charm, he tells himself, but the race for the Quidditch Cup ramps up and he’s being pulled into early-morning practices and late-night scrimmages. Mingyu swears he’s spent more time on a broom than on his own two legs for the past two weeks and seen more of Seungcheol, Seokmin, and Chan’s ugly mugs than your radiant face. It’s not right. 

The day of the tiebreaker Gryffindor-Slytherin match, the final chance they have for the title, they have to take breakfast before the rest of the students, so it’s a surprise when he sees you, shuffling into the Great Hall in your checkered pajama pants. You’re still rubbing sleep out of your eyes, but when you spot him, you march towards him with a conviction that doesn’t match your fuzzy slippers. 

“Mingyu.” You get right into business. “I overheard Hoon and his cronies last night, and they have something shady up their sleeves for the match today.” 

He blinks, hand halfway up in a wave, “Good morning to you too.” Mingyu finishes chewing on his mouthful of eggs as he contemplates your words. “What do you mean by ‘shady’?”

You come to sit on the bench across the table from him, tugging at the sleeves of your sweater, nipping at your lips nervously. “I’m not sure,” you mutter, wincing and leaning in closer when you notice the Slytherin Quidditch team stride into the Hall raucously, “I couldn’t get all of the words, but I feel weird. Like something bad’s going to happen.” 

Mingyu grins, shoveling more eggs and crooning through his chewing, “Aw, that's cute. Look, the Slytherins have been playing nasty for all of time. We’re used to them. But thanks for the head’s up, I appreciate it.”

A sleeved fist thumps against the wooden table, and he jumps at the dishes clattering against one another. Your forehead creases, the way that it does when you’re upset, and he falters, wondering if he’s said something wrong. 

“Just,” you seem like you force yourself to swallow down a million things you’d rather say, choosing to mutter out instead, “Be careful today, Mingyu. Please?”

“Yeah, of course. Anything for you, Sparks.”

–

Mingyu’s on fire today. 

He’s scored fifty points out of their hundred, Slytherin’s trailing back by thirty, and by the way Chan’s flitting here and there on the Snitch’s tail, the match is nearly theirs. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, victory already sweet on the tip of his tongue, he decides that today will be the day that he finally tells you that he loves you. 

As he chases the Quaffle past Seokmin, the Beater sends a particularly persistent Bludger off in the opposite direction. Mingyu flashes his friend a grateful grin and tucks into form neatly, getting ready to dive after the ball and add another goal to his name. The familiar lurch in his stomach as he drops heartens him for only a second, until he hears an unfamiliar whizzing by his ear. It only takes another passing moment to realize that the Snitch is right beside him, then another to understand that the force colliding straight into him is the SIytherin Seeker and that his broomstick has been knocked off kilter. 

Mingyu yelps, as he teeters from left to right on his seat. For a second, he’s able to grip his fingers around the handle firmly and he thinks that he’s going to be alright. Just as he lifts his head to find his bearings, another rush of green creeps up in his periphery and collides into his side. He fully loses his balance and topples over the side of his Firebolt, wind rushing up and around him violently as he hurtles towards the field. 

–

“Mingyu.”

He must’ve hit his head a bit too hard on the way down because when you appear through the flap of the medic’s tent, you’re glowing. An entourage of his friends follows closely behind, but he can only see you, making your approach towards him, brow furrowed and nose wrinkling. 

It looks like you might start crying. Mingyu has never seen you cry before, not even when you came quite close to it that one time that you received a less-than-perfect score on your Herbology practicum. He’ll be damned if he ends up being the cause behind your tears for something so trivial. 

“Sparky,” he soothes, reaching for you and wincing back when the motion earns him a twinge in his shoulder and a strict tut from the medic behind him. There’s a slight wobble to your mouth as you behold his battered state. Shit. He has to fix this right away, somehow. “Hey, I’m okay. Promise.” 

Blood from the cut that splits his bottom lip dribbles as he tries to speak, and Mingyu cringes a little at the taste of iron. Your gaze drops to his mouth and the crease in your forehead deepens. He’s thinking so hard to come up with something to say next, to ease your concern, to get rid of those tight anxious lines around your eyes, but you beat him to it. 

“Episkey.” 

His lip warms and then grows cold within a split second, and when he reaches up with his uninjured arm, the cut has faded, leaving only a smudge of blood against the back of his hand. Mingyu smiles dopily, pleased to have been on the receiving end of your spell, as warm and gentle as a sunshower. 

“Thanks–”

“I cannot believe you, Kim Mingyu.” You mutter, more to the ground than to him, but he can hear the strain in your throat as you try to keep the tears at bay. “I told you to be careful. I told you that they’re going to play dirty today.” There’s frustration, anger, fear in your voice, and despite his efforts to prevent it, a single tear falls from your lashes. 

Mingyu’s chest squeezes. His head, reeling as it is already, cannot keep up with his tongue, and before he realizes, he’s blabbing everything that’s been on his mind for days, everything that made him lose his concentration and fall in the first place. 

“I’m sorry. Please don’t cry. I love you, like, I like you so much that I’ve been trying to tell you, but my friends are such assholes sometimes and they made it so hard for me to talk to you. I’m sorry. I like you. I love you. Don’t cry, please.” 

Your face scrunches up entirely, which is the total opposite effect he was going for. Maybe he read the signs wrong, maybe you just see him as a good friend after all, maybe falling off of his broom in front of the entire student class in one of the most important matches for the Quidditch Cup has made him lose all potential chances he ever had with you. 

Mingyu withers as he quietly watches you work through his outburst. He watches as you hurriedly wipe at your teary eyes with quivering fists. He watches as you sniff loudly and stifle down the hiccups that have started up in your throat. He watches as you tilt your head back to blink rapidly at the lights overhead. He watches as you finally look straight at him since you’ve entered the tent, breath hitching ever so slightly as you dial up to say something. 

“You’re so ridiculous.” 

Yeah, he figured as much. Mingyu grimaces, desperately trying to swallow away the bitter taste that rises in his mouth, so that he can take this all in stride and pretend like he didn’t just bare his bleeding heart in front of not only you but his friends and the medic as well. He blinks hard, once, and when he can see again, you’ve come to a crouch before his chair, trembling hands grabbing at his, looking up at him with those pretty, albeit weepy, eyes.

“I love you too, stupid Gyu,” your voice tremors and escapes in a warble, as if you’re dazed to admit it out loud, “I’ve been in love with you since first year, stupid.” 

There’s an eruption of noise outside of the tent coming from the pitch and the bleachers, one of the Seekers must have caught the Snitch, but there’s nothing Mingyu can hear over the roaring in his ears. Blood rushes in every capillary in his head, it seems, as he feels rapid heat prickling up his neck, his cheeks, the damned tips of his ears.

He won’t ever admit it to anyone, but at this moment, he can’t be bothered to find out which of the teams outside has won the match. He doesn’t care that his stupidity might’ve singlehandedly yanked the Quidditch Cup from Gryffindor’s hands and placed it into Slytherin’s. He doesn’t care that Wonwoo and Minghao are standing just a few feet behind you, slapping Galleons into each other’s palms and snickering about it. 

He doesn’t care about anything, other than the slow, curling smile on your lips and the feeling of your soft fingertips, fluttering over the bruises on his knuckles. 

–

“And this year’s Inter-House Quidditch Cup goes to Gryffindor House!” 

The table explodes into cheers as Seungcheol lifts the trophy, gleaming and massive, above his head. Seokmin thumps Chan hard on the back until their youngest teammate chokes on his saliva and complains loudly. Mingyu throws his hands up as he celebrates, and immediately, his relocated shoulder twinges in protest. 

He cringes at the pain, gaze darting all the way across the Great Hall. At the Slytherin table which has broken out into jeers and hisses, his attention zeroes in on you, despite being flanked by a Jeonghan and Jihoon who look quite miffed about the loss. You’re already looking at him, eyes narrowed into slits. He knows you so well that he can imagine the disapproving click of your tongue, the way you would chide him for forgetting to keep his arm in its sling. 

Mingyu beams over what he hopes comes across as his most charming smile. He observes, and melts at, the way that your scowl barely lasts. Easy, open joy takes over your face, as you mouth out across four tables. 

Congrats, stupid.

[whalesharkstho]

these fucking guys….

[solarjosei]

GUYS LOOK GUYS LOOK GUYS LOOOOOOK

I WROTE A THING!!!!!!! BASED ON THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GUT WRENCHING COMIC BY @amazingeurus

And I had a LOT of help from my bby girl @evilrubberduck9 so THANK HER TOO

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! I’m so sorry for Zoro’s absolutely horrible backstory, IT WAS THE WORMS!!!!

I had sooooo much fun writing this, leave a comment and I just might keep on going with the story 👀 as much fun as it was to make him suffer, I could absolutely get behind a happy ending!!!!! EeeeeeeEEEEEEE

[acevity]

i had this scene in my mind all day and needed it to be real. anyway-

Abstragedy Week Day 2 - Confession

zooble's gotta be more discreet next time. theyre lucky it took gangle This Long to realize

[justaz]

omg omg omg

arthur gives merlin his mothers sigil thinking that hes going to die and wants to finally tell merlin how he feels and what better way of conveying the intensity of his emotions and how serious he is other than marriage? merlin accepts the sigil which means theyre married!! yay!! only. they both survive and arthur QUICKLY realizes that merlin has no idea the significance of the sigil. he has no idea theyre married. and arthur has no idea how to tell him bc then he’ll have to explain WHY he gave him the sigil aka WHY HE PROPOSED and now that hes not staring death in the face. he just. cant.

blah blah blah time skip to happy ending

the druids invite arthur and merlin to a celebration of the unification of emrys and the once and future king and the fruition of their destinies. merlin and arthur are excited bc finally peace is here and magic is returning and this can be the next big show of trust and reconciliation between camelot and the druids and so theyre there in the druid camp having fun when theyre approached and asked to participate in the ceremony. theres a huge buzzing crowd watching as the elder druid ties their hands together and goes on and on about the magnificence of two men standing before them and their great destinies and how the two sides of the same coin are joined finally as the prophecy said all those years ago. merlin doesnt realize it was a handfasting ceremony until hes talking to a few of the druids later on

anyway. merthur accidental wedding(s). now they both know theyre married but they dont know the other knows theyre married bc different ceremonies and traditions and all that. arthur is all awkward about it bc hes emotionally constipated. merlin is convincing himself he doesnt have to bring it up to arthur bc its not like the DRUID marriage ceremony is legally binding in camelot. they didnt sign any papers or anything. theyre not really married in camelot so arthur doesnt have to know. and then merlin can selfishly keep this truth close to his heart. even if its not reciprocated.

married life shenanigans ensue. merlin and arthur both have to physically stop themselves from calling the other their husband. jealous spats when out in the tavern or when visiting royals/nobles stop on by. leon knows all and is this close to snapping. extra protective idiots. and idk someone catches merlin holding the sigil and explains the significance of it or a druid asks arthur where his husband emrys is and my boy is STRESSED about being caught but then the druid brings up the handfasting ceremony. stupid idiot x stupid idiot.

you see my vision, right?

[keikeichi123456]

hear me out, zosan grindr au HEAR ME OUT

sanji, after finally coming to terms with the fact that he might not be totally straight, decides to download grindr and sets up a profile with the help of nami

luffy plans a hangout with all his friends and the moment sanji walks into the room, the telltale sound of two grindr notifications goes off

the room is silent. everyone is staring at sanji. sanji wants the ground to swallow him up whole. eventually conversation starts up again but sanji still wants to die

wait a minute…two notifications went off which means…

sanjis head snaps over to where zoro’s lazily nursing a bottle of beer and checking his phone

sanji hears another notification going off and hastily pulls out his phone, attempting to silence the damn thing when he sees what the notification banner says:

Grindr

Roronoa Zoro just tapped you!

oh that fucking asshole

sanji quickly opens up the app and clicks on the offending profile and there it is in all its glory, a picture of zoro holding up a fucking fish, holy shit how cliche can one get—

Roronoa Zoro

Online Now

0 feet away

Not looking for anything serious

of course that assholes not looking for anything serious, the guy’s one true love is swords for fucks sake

Grindr

Roronoa Zoro: i didnt know u were on here

sanjis fingers fly over the keyboard, ignoring the fact that zoro was literally at yelling distance

Sanji: fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou

Roronoa Zoro: lol

Roronoa Zoro: i mean if u want

Sanji: ALSNDNWKFKCNNSKW KYSKYSKYSKYSKYSKYS DIE

Roronoa Zoro: 😂

shenanigans ensue

(too lazy to write it all out rn but basically zoros been pining after sanji for so long but is sure that it wont be going anywhere cuz that is the straightest of the straight (which he will later learn isnt true) so he uses grindr to just release some pent up energy, the reason why his bio says hes not looking for anything serious is cuz hes in love with sanji like IN LOVE IN LOVE

sanji doesnt know that and so when he starts developing feelings…that really fucks him up, he thinks zoros just using him but sanjis terrible at communication and zoros kinda dumb so

they eventually figure it out tho and finally sort their shit out)

[dukeofthomas]

"Jason just needs to see things from his family's perspective and understand how much they love him (despite them never actually communicating or showing him through their actions)" is out. "The batfamily putting a single bit of effort into understanding Jason and reconciling with him on his own terms" is in.

[begesus]

Hey War Games art, cause I had to yk?

I think this scene is from chapter 9???? Village shopping episode. Sokka, more oblivious that somebody’s into you than a dating sim MC.

Also @lovelyelbowleech thanks and keep doing the lords work. I will likely be drawing more scenes from the fic to cope between updates.

Bonus:

[bbutterflies]

an au I’ve been thinking about literally constantly

[twinleafsystem]

Siffrin laughs and pushes his forehead against yours with a bright smile. “I don’t want you to be better for me, stupid. I want you to be better for you.”

[juniperpyre]

drabble for @taylorswiftmicrofic january day nine prompt: jokes

100 words, james/lily, rated G, @jilymicrofics

“D’you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me?”

James tripped over himself, steadied, faltered, “You’re joking?”

Lily forced laughter.

“‘Course.”

“May as well, for the joke.” 

“For the joke.”

﹊

Ten seconds to 1977, everyone paired but James and Lily, under his arm. She glanced at him, he at her.

“Kiss?” she asked. “As a joke.” 

It was soft, lingering as a giggly flush, Lily’s forehead on his chest. 

“That bad?” James laughed. 

﹊

One of James’ warm, familiar hands on her back, heart-shaped box presented by the other. 

“Cheesy.”

“Chocolate. As a joke.”

Silly. Sweet. So James.

Lily kissed his cheek.

“Funny.”

[sciderman]

[courfee]

due to unforeseen circumstances (sick) (no writing) the update for the next ritardando chapter will have to wait a little longer so instead i am finally offering you this James POV snippet instead. enjoy :)

Regulus’ lips are soft and warm and perfect against James’. An involuntary noise escapes him as he leans closer into the kiss. It’s uncomfortable, straining his neck as he balances himself where he’s sat too far away from Regulus, so he reaches out to hold himself up against Regulus, one hand next to his thigh, one on his shoulder.

A shudder goes through Regulus under James’ fingers and James would think it’s a sign for him to end this kiss, but then Regulus shifts, slides further up on the sofa and closer to James.

Theoretically James knows there exists no rational reason to continue the kiss. To make this more than a quick little peck on the lips. If someone asked him under truth serum if he’s kissed Regulus, he could with full confidence now say that yes, they’ve kissed. Unfortunately however, with Regulus’ lips on his the rational part of his brain is very much not accessible to him right now. So what he does instead, stupidly, selfishly, is gently nip at Regulus’ lower lip, a tentative request to deepen the kiss.

Regulus lets out a small breathy noise and parts his lips, meeting James with the same urgency. He is still not touching James, his hands still firmly planted in his lap, and James is getting a little desperate at the lack of touch. He wants – needs to feel Regulus everywhere, the contact of their lips making him get a little greedy for what he can’t have.

Slowly James runs the hand on Regulus shoulder up to his neck and again there is that shudder going through Regulus, accompanied by a small whine when James’ hand comes to rest on the nape of Regulus’ neck, his fingers gently twisting around the fine hairs growing there. The sounds give him new confidence, makes him a little heady and he slides his hand higher, properly burying it in Regulus’ hair. Regulus leans into the touch while simultaneously trying to push even closer against James, biting his lip, tugging slightly, dragging his tongue over the spot to soothe it. It takes everything in James not to let out a moan.

He knows he needs to end the kiss. Knows if he keeps kissing Regulus like this he will reveal things that Regulus does not want to know. Knows all of this is a terrible idea but he is anchored to Regulus, the little points of contact they share tying them together too firmly for James to break.

With every slide of his tongue or gentle tugs at Regulus’ hair there is a little breathy noise falling from Regulus’ mouth onto James’ tongue and it is the sweetest thing James has ever tasted, intoxicating and alluring, and he never wants to taste anything else again.

It’s the fact that Regulus is still not touching him that disorients James enough to make him think clearly again. That tethers him the slightest necessary part to reality. To a reality where this kiss is nothing more than a means to an end. Nothing to Regulus. Not the way it is to James. It is that which finally makes him pull back, every fibre of his being screaming at him that this is wrong, that kissing Regulus is the only thing he was ever made for.

Pulling his hand from Regulus’ hair, putting a distance between himself and those soft lips fitting so perfectly against his feels like an impossible task. He has to keep thinking of those hands balled into fists. The glare Regulus regarded him with. The get it over with already.

It takes him a moment to open his eyes again when he’s sat back. A moment to prepare himself again for that cold glare on Regulus’ face, or the indifferent expression.

When he does open his eyes he realises he should have taken one more possibility into consideration. The possibility of Regulus looking dazed and flushed, tousled hair, red bitten, swollen lips and glazed over eyes. The possibility of Regulus looking exactly as James feels. He should have prepared for it, because it takes him so completely off guard that he nearly leans forward again, pulling Regulus back into a kiss he only wanted to get over with.

James clears his throat and looks away. Anywhere but at Regulus. Anything to keep his head mildly clear. “Well,” he says and his voice comes out only a little croaky. “I think that should be good enough for our friends.”

[justaz]

thinking about after a feast servants and guards see merlin and arthur drunkenly carrying each other to arthur’s chambers to ready for bed. thinking about the guards stationed outside wondering why merlin is taking so long to finish and leave. thinking about the shift change between guards hours later where they go “hey, merlins still in there. he hasn’t come out yet. just…letting you know” thinking about in the morning those guards watching merlin stumble out of arthur’s chambers in his clothes and heading towards the kitchen. thinking about servants walking down the hall and pausing in front of the guards “was that…merlin?? in the kings clothes???” and the guards nodding emphatically and going “yep! he went in last night and didn’t come out til this morning. like that.” they all just kinda look at each other before sighing with relief and going “finally”

as the norm in camelot, word spreads fast and practically every conversation merlin walks past as he carries breakfast for two back up to arthur’s chambers to share in bed has everyone going “finally” merlin has no idea what they’re so relieved about and honestly he doesn’t care bc his…lover? is upstairs in bed waiting for him. merlin hums to himself as he climbs the stairs which also enters the gossip wheel. merthur think they’re being slick. all of camelot knows. gaius wasn’t sure the two would ever get their acts together until he saw them brush hands and blush before looking away at a council meeting where he just sighed and went “finally”

[tswwwit]

What could possibly get them closer? What else is standing between them and ultimate levels of trust (especially bill). They know the other would never sell them out, dipper can trust his mortal life and family and bill can trust dipper enough to run to him for safety ( I think, we haven’t really seen any of that tho ). I feel as though dipper’s given everything he has, love - physically and emotionally - , faith that bill will put their marriage above his evil desires, and considering he can’t keep secrets from bill he’s basically given that up to, so is it bill’s own secrets? And if so, in what way would he willingly spill them

Oh yeah, it's Bill holding them back by now. He has a LOT of secrets and history and Events happening in said history that Dipper has no access to or knowledge of.

As for when he'll willingly spill them - well. He has a lot of Issues to get over before cracking open his exoskeleton that way! Dipper's been a supportive spouse, but he can't solve Bill's problems for him. At this point Bill's gonna have to put it in the work.

[lady-stardust1972]

Sirius picking art class as a “last choice elective, I didn’t even want it” just so he could have a class with the tall handsome artsy kid Remus

Remus volunteering for the Drama club as stage crew because “well they needed volunteers anyway” just as an excuse to hang around and watch Sirius so gracefully in his element for two whole hours after school

Sirius showing up late for his first art class, knowing for sure that the only seat left would be next to the beautiful yet quiet boy who didn’t really have any friends so he'd have no choice but to sit there

Remus offering to help Sirius with his mic piece because he’s “pretty good with technology, should be able to fix it for you” when in reality he purposefully gave him a broken one and just wanted to touch Sirius’ hair while he tried to hook it around his ear

Sirius offering to help Remus with his still life portrait for his extra credit assignment, because he “has nothing on the go for this afternoon, I wouldn’t mind just sitting still for a bit” when really he just wants Remus’ eyes on him for an hour, moving ever so slightly so Remus has to keep touching him, nudging his body back into place

Remus telling Sirius he’d help him run his lines even though he’s “not very good, only if you needed the help” because he gets too nervous to form his own conversations with Sirius that he so desperately wants to have

Both of them being so incredibly nervous around each other, terrified of how the other makes them feel, the addictive magnetism pulling them towards each other, but convincing themselves it’s a one way street and the other would never like them back