#i accept the shit grade i'm getting on the film i can fix it if i make decent presentations i'm just mad i'm doing bad and getting so

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

the worst part of break is the last day when you're just drowning in stress thinking about going back. i feel literally physically nauseous

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

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Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that. 

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

[love101imagines]

Here for you

(sinan | imagine)

request: could u please write a fic w prompts 3,11,23 for Sinan? maybe with him wanting y/n to tell him about her problems, so he can help, but she doesn't want to bother him with it

tags: @sinanfails @zaynlikfalls @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname

prompts used: 3. It's getting late, I'm not letting you walk home alone. 11. You have to stop running away from your problems. 23. Why are you crying?

"Then that's all set, I'll take with Tuncay tomorrow and (Y/N)...(Y/N)?" Osman repeated himself, nudging you with his arm.

You snapped out of your trance and looked around to find five concerned faces.

"Are you alright?" Işik asked, her voice laced with her usual worry. "What were you thinking about?"

You gave them a small smile hoping they wouldn't ask any more questions. "Yeah, I'm fine. So, you'll talk with Tuncay and Işik and I will go with Burcu, right?"

It didn't take them long to return back at the main topic, concluding with the next plan to avoid their expulsion. The rest soon left, you staying behind to help Sinan with all the leftover cans.

"Are you okay?" He asked after you two picked up every cushion and fixed the chairs a bit.

You only hummed in agreement, quickly glancing at your watch and biting your lower lip once you noticed how late it was. "Fuck, my parents are working and they can't pick me up. I better get going, I'll see you tomorrow."

Before you could even grab your bag, Sinan was already standing up from his seat. "It's getting late, I'm not letting you walk home alone."

You rolled your eyes. "I live five blocks away. You don't have to."

"I don't mind." He quickly replied before opening the door for you.

You sighed, your mind on all the things you would have to do once you arrived home, but now, you tried to focus on the comfortable silence that lingered between you and the boy.

You two had been friends for a while, meeting because you lived close to each other and would ride the ferry every day together. But still, when he almost got expelled and he needed your help to make your teacher fall in love, you two became closer. And you knew he could see right through you.

It wasn't that you didn't trust him, and you knew him too well to know that he wouldn't judge you or something, but you didn't want to be a burden. He already had too much on his plate, the expulsion, his family issues, his alcoholism, and the way everything he said was taken the wrong way.

"Do you want me to stop by your house tomorrow? We have a Maths test so we can review the topics before going to school." You offered once you two stopped in front of your house.

He nodded absentmindedly. "Are you sure you're okay? You were zoned out all meeting long."

"I've told you I'm fine, I'll see you tomorrow." You said in a harsher way than you meant to. But still, that was the only way he would drop the subject.

With one coffee in your hand and the other ringing Sinan's bell, you waited patiently in front of his door. Despite downing twice what was recommended of a container of aspirins, you still felt like shit. However, you had a test that day and you wouldn't skip school. You had to go, achieve the best grade, and then continue with that same routine.

"Hi!" You greeted Sinan as enthusiastically as you could, trying to ignore how your head was pounding.

He looked at you a bit confused about why you were wearing your jacket even if it was a sunny day. "Hey."

You didn't waste time and started walking next to him to the ferry, ranting about the latest film you had seen to try to focus on something else.

"Uh, (Y/N)..." He started slowly, your knees touching once you two sat down. "You don't look so well."

You furrowed your brows. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean you're extremely pale." He continued a bit annoyed. "Are you sick? We can stop by the hospital or the nurse's office." He offered.

You shrugged. "No, I'm fine." You brushed it off leaning against the back of your seat. "Now, help me with this, please. I think I understand everything but last night I did the exercises again and..."

"Last night?" He interrupted you, raising a brow. "It was late last night when you left, when did you sleep?"

You didn't answer, standing up from your seat once the ferry reached its stop. "I already told you not to worry about me. Let's go, I don't want to be late."

"You have to stop running away from your problems." He said following you.

Truth be told, you weren't fine. As soon as you finished your test you couldn't keep your eyes open, sleeping during the rest of the lessons with your head on Sinan's bag which was comfortable enough.

That afternoon, even if you were a coughing mess with a blanket draped in your shoulders, you opened your door to find Sinan.

"What are you doing here?" You asked confused, opening the door more so he could enter.

"Işik told me to bring this." He explained following you, his hand carrying a bag with a few pills containers.

He left them on your desk, furrowing his brows at how crowded your room seemed to be with books and school papers on the ground. You didn't seem to mind, returning to your place on your bed, him seating at the end of it.

"Why didn't you say you were sick earlier?" He asked.

"I'm not sick." You replied. "It's probably just allergies."

You could tell he was about to argue with you, but before he could get a word, a cough shaking your body cut you two. He moved closer to you, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead before you instantly pulled away.

"Fuck, you're burning up." He cursed under his breath.

He fumbled with the containers of pills, trying to decipher which one was the right one for you before noticing that you were grabbing a few papers to continue studying.

"No, give me that. You can't study." He scolded you taking the papers out of your hands.

You scoffed. "I still have homework to do and unlike some people, I want to graduate."

"Why are you so focused on that?" He asked with a serious voice. "Highschool is worthless. We'll only be here two more years and everything will be useless." He continued with his emotionless voice.

"Well, I can't think it's useless." You snapped back.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself. You couldn't tell him about all the pressure from your parents to get the best grades as possible. You couldn't tell him either about the disappointment they expressed whenever you didn't achieve their goals. He already had too much, you knew that.

He handed you an orange pill container. "Where do you have a thermometer?"

With a sigh, you slowly stood up from your bed and walked towards your bathroom. With a thermometer on your mouth, you watched Sinan as he grabbed a small towel before soaking it with cold water.

Your eyes closed as he pressed it against your forehead, hoping it would make you feel better.

"You know you can trust me, right?" He asked softly.

You nodded, your eyes still closed and your body shivering like you were in the middle of winter.

Once you two were sitting back on your bed and enough time had passed, you looked at the thermometer, letting a tired sigh once you couldn't avoid the truth anymore.

"I can't get sick." You mumbled. "We have another test tomorrow, and I have to turn in my Chemistry assignment. God, they won't let me turn it late, and..." You ranted, distress on your face.

"Why are you crying?"

You blinked at him, too caught up with your problems to even notice the trail of tears that were on your face. You quickly rubbed them off, trying not to cry even more once you noticed how concerned Sinan was looking at you.

He swallowed before speaking, his gaze on the floor. "...You know you can tell me if you want. I want to help you." He admitted, taking a chance and using his thumbs to wipe the tears that were left on your face.

With too many emotions to think straight, you hugged him. You clung tightly to his shoulders and burrowed your head into the crook of his neck, only waiting two seconds for him to wrap his arms around your waist, his fingertips rubbing slow circles while you found comfort on the small gesture.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." You mumbled, his skin muffling your voice. "I didn't want to bother you."

"I don't think I could ever be bothered by you." He admitted, surprising you by how honest he sounded. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way."

You pulled back a bit, your forehead still leaning against his shoulder. "I don't want you to get sick."

"I don't give a shit about getting sick."

His words made you chuckle, a small smile on your face as you continued like that. A weight was lifted from your shoulders as soon as you accepted that he only wanted to help and that you would never be a burden to him.

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I actually don't like the remakes because, sorry to say this, they're complete trash. I gave the CGI a chance and actually liked it (for the most part) because it brought my favorite Disney classics to a whole new level. These are just personal opinions, but here's the reasons I didn't like the live actions to date for one reason or another:

Let's start with Cinderella, since that was their first attempt: I really loved this movie, except for one huge problem: Lily James, aka Cinderella. I'm sorry, but the girl can't act (still a personal opinion). You can't come at me with a star studded cast like Cate Blanchett, Helena Bonham Carter, Stellan Skarsgaurd, Nonso Anozie, and Richard Madden but expect me to forgive the face that the lead of the story can't act worth shit. I was also very disappointed with what they did with her character; I really don't put much blame on Lily because this had more to do with the directors/writers than her, but what the ever loving Hell was up with that? Cinderella never had to remind herself to 'have courage and be kind'. She simply was. Sure, she threw a bit of shade every now and again (which I think was well within her right), but she never gave anyone dirty looks or any of the crap Ella tried to pull.

Let's move on to Maleficent: I can't really say anything bad about this one. I'm kind of on the fence about Aurora, but that one I can let slide because the movie was more about Maleficent than her.

The Jungle Book: And no, not the shitty Netflix adaptation (though that one I put more on the film makers seeing how the acting was superb). This movie gets an all around A+. Disney did right by this one.

Christopher Robin: I'm sorry, but who was this movie made for? I had trouble figuring that part out. It didn't really seem to be aimed at children, but the people who grew up on Winnie the Pooh weren't their target audience either. And I love Jim Cummings to death, one of the few reasons this movie is somewhat worth watching at least once, but the plot was all around slow for the most part, picking up much too quickly and then going back to slow for my tastes.

Tarzan: Another A+ right here. The fact that they completely changed the story can be completely forgiven for the simple fact that the story worked. It has been a while since I've seen the movie, but I can't really remember any plot holes and that's saying something.

Alice in Wonderland: Considering this fit with Lewis Carols original drug endused storyline, I'd have to give this another pass.

Oz the Great and Powerful: Eh. For a prequel story, I guess I can somewhat accept it, but there too many things wrong with this movie for it to get a passing grade.

Beauty and the Beast: This one I'd have to give a B, B- at the least. I love the story and a good deal of the acting is worth an A+, but there were a few things that make it overall less than worth an A. For starters, Emma Watson, who I'm a diehard fan of btw and would have picked her in a heart, or at least I would have if this had been anything other than a musical. I have no idea if Emma can sing or not, but it was plainly obvious that they had autotuned her voice, which I know is common in movies and even on CDs, but there was no attempt to hide the fact that they had. Maybe it didn't sound right when they tried to fix it or maybe the sound department had an axe to grind with Emma, idk, but it was anough to bring down the movie a letter grade.

So you see, for me at least, the problem with live action movies and why I tend to nitpick them before I've even seen them (though I will at least give them a chance before outright blacklisting them completely) is because half, if not more, of the recent live action Disney movies have been either let downs or complete flops. I'm trying to keep an open mind about The Lion King and the others still to come, but its hard to do when I've been let down so many times.

hey so about The Lion King and Disney’s remakes, and why they’re not just fine, but good (at least some of them)

(to preface, this is coming from someone who adores and cherishes and prefers 2D animation and stylization and vibrant stuff and all that jazz)

y’all suck

y’all will really (albeit rightfully) decry the dismissal of 2D animation as a whole medium, then turn around and do the same damn thing to The Lion King for having a different visual style without a shred of self-awareness

‘cause that’s all it is: a different visual style. a different aesthetic, with a different nature. it’s not “shitty,” it’s not worse, it’s just different

is it as overtly visually expressive as the original? no, because hyper-detailed CG allows for subtler expressions of emotion that rely less on immediate readability of a still image and more on seeing the whole animation. same goes for the use of color; sorry the actual African landscapes don’t literally look like saturated, stylized paintings. Honestly, if you don’t think it still looks gorgeous, simply in a different way to the original, I don’t know what to say to you

and on that note, are y’all really gonna ignore the incredible feat of CG animation it is to create as realistic-looking animals as we’re seeing here? There is 100% artistic craft and beauty in this film, but because y’all got your nostalgia goggles strapped on tight enough to crack your skull, you won’t see it

or hear it, apparently, since y’all’s also ignoring the still-stunning cast this film’s got. Donald Glover, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Alfre Woodard, Florence Kasumba, James Earl Jones, Eric Andre, John Oliver, Billy Eichner, Keegan-Michael Key,  Beyoncé

and that ties into the other aspect of this movie you’re all sleepin’ on: black kids are gonna get a version of The Lion King where they actually get to hear black voices, and voices of people they’re likely to recognize, to boot. The same goes for Aladdin and Mulan; good of a movie as the original Aladdin was, a nuanced take on Middle Eastern-inspired fantasy, it was not. I’m not saying these are gonna be the pinnacle of authenticity, but bar for surpassing the originals in this regard is so low its on the dang floor. And surpassing the originals in this regard has innate value. Middle Eastern kids (and people of all ages) deserve a version of Aladdin that’s just as fun *and* more respectful (Mulan is more complicated, due to the contrasting receptions by Chinese vs Chinese-American audiences, but you can’t say there’s no value in a more authentic version of Mulan coming out of Hollywood)

and on top of all this, guess what? THE ORIGINALS ARE STILL RIGHT THERE. You love the original Lion King but have no interest in the direction of the new one? I suspect nostalgia goggles (or else a cold, shriveled heart that can’t even derive excitement from BEYONCÈ AS NALA), but whatever, go ahead, enjoy the original. No one’s dragging you to the theater, no one’s sneaking into your home and replacing your copies of the original with the new version. You lose nothing by these remakes being made. 

So why not just fucking let people enjoy them? Let people who prefer the look of the remakes enjoy them without leaping in to shout about how their tastes are somehow objectively bad. Let people appreciate having more authentic castings and portrayals of foreign cultures and fantasies.

Stop whining about how the new things are different from what you grew up with and let people who aren’t held back by nostalgia enjoy the new things.

(P.S.: I’m fully aware of what Disney’s executive motive for making these films is. That doesn’t change the value of the films as they exist.)

(P.P.S.: stuff like Dumbo has, obviously, far less value in existing than stuff like Lion King and Aladdin. I’m not gonna condemn its existence, both because actual people with artistic skill still worked on, and because media that isn’t continuing a story doesn’t need to justify its existence)