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୨୧ 𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 — 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗

YOU’RE CURRENTLY SITTING ON THE COUCH, scrolling mindlessly on your phone when heeseung plops down beside you with an over-exaggerated sigh.

“you’ve been ignoring me all day baby,” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder with a pout.

you roll your eyes, but a grin tugs at your lips. “i’ve been busy, hee.”

he scoffs, leaning closer with a mischievous smirk. “busy doing what? thinking about me?” you shove him lightly, giggling. “you’re so full of yourself.”

but of course—he doesn’t back down. instead, he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers as he grins. “can you blame me? i mean, look at you. how could i not be obsessed?”

your cheeks turn a bright pink as he pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “admit it—you’re a little obsessed with me too.”

and when he finally kisses you, it’s gentle but so sure, like he already knows the answer. ── 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖬𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖤��𝖲 𝖡𝖤𝖫𝖮𝖶!

୨୧ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 — 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥

JAY’S SITTING ON THE EDGE OF YOUR BED, his guitar resting on his lap as he strums a soft melody.

his brows furrow in concentration, but when you suddenly sit beside him, his expression softens.

“i’ve been working on something,” he says, glancing at you. “but it’s not finished yet.” you smile, nudging his shoulder gently. “i still want to hear it.”

he hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and starting to play—the song is soft and sweet, and though his voice wavers slightly, the pure emotion in every note makes your chest ache.

when he finishes, he looks up at you with his cheeks pink. “it’s kind of embarrassing,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck.

you shake your head, reaching out to take his hand. “it’s so beautiful jay. you’re amazing.”

his gaze drops to your intertwined fingers, and a small smile paints his lips. “you make me brave, you know that?”

before you can respond, he leans in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s soft and full of quiet affection.

୨୧ ‎ 𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 — 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧?

YOU’RE LYING IN BED WHEN YOUR PHONE PINGS, jake’s name lights up the screen with a simple text: “come outside.”

your heart races as you glance out the window and see him leaning against his car, his arms crossed and a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

you shouldn’t go—you know this. but five minutes later, you’re sliding into the passenger seat, unable to resist the charm of jake sim.

he grins as he starts the engine. “bad idea, right?”you roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips. “absolutely—a terrible idea.”

the night passes in a blur of listening to old justin bieber throwbacks and laughter, the windows down and the wind blasting through your hair.

when he pulls over in an abandoned and pitch silent parking lot, the air feels lighter as he turns to you, his smile softening. “i missed you,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with affection and warmth.

you barely have time to respond before he leans in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s as reckless as it is perfect.

୨୧ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 — 𝗦𝗢 𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗡

SUNGHOON TAKES YOUR HAND AS YOU BOTH WALK THROUGH THE CITY FAIR, the golden lights of the ferris wheel lighting up the entire park.

he’s dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, looking almost as if he stepped straight out of a 90s rom-com, and you can’t help but smile at how effortlessly adorable he is.

“you having fun?” he asks, his voice warm as he squeezes your hand.

“so much, hoon,” you reply, grinning. “this is beyond perfect.”

he stops in front of a photo booth, pulling you inside before you can protest—as the camera flashes, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in to kiss your cheek just as the last photo snaps.

when the pictures print, he holds them up, laughing softly. “we look like the main characters in a movie.”

you laugh too, but your breath catches when he turns to you, with hearts in his eyes if possible. “you know,” he says, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “i’d play the part of your love interest in a heartbeat.”

and when he leans in to kiss you, it’s so soft and sweet that it feels like the perfect ending to the perfect day.

୨୧ 𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 — 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚

YOU’RE CURRENTLY RECITING A STORY TO YOUR BOYFRIEND SUNOO, a story about the most mortifying thing that happened to you in your entire lifetime—tripping in front of a crowd—and sunoo is practically crying from laughter.

“it’s not funny sunoo!” you groaned, burying your face in your hands in embarrassment.

he wipes a fallen tear from his eye, grinning. “no, it’s hilarious. you’re exactly like the definition of cute and clumsy.”

you glare at him, but he just leans closer, poking your cheek playfully. “i mean, who else could make falling on their face look so adorable?”

you try to stay annoyed, but the warmth in his voice makes it impossible. “you’re seriously the worst,” you mumble, crossing your arms with a pout.

sunoo just grins, his eyes sparkling as he pulls you into a warm hug. “noo, i’m the best—because i get to love the cutest, clumsiest person in the world.”

and when he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, your embarrassment melts into pure adoration.

୨୧ 𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 — 𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗬

YOU’RE CURRENTLY SPRAWLED OUT ON THE GRASS, a book in your hands as the late afternoon sun lingers on your skin—jungwon lies down beside you, face resting up on one elbow, and his gaze fixed on you instead of the sky.

“you’re staring again, won..” you tease, not looking up from your book. he smiles, unbothered. “i can’t help it.”

you glance at him in curiosity, raising an eyebrow. “why?” he tilts his head, his voice soft. “you’re… perfect. like so perfect, ridiculously perfect. it’s distracting.”

your cheeks turn pink as he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face—his fingers linger for a moment before he pulls back, his smile growing.

“you don’t even realize how pretty you are, do you?”

when you finally meet his gaze, his eyes are full of quiet adoration, making your heart skip a beat.

and when he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, you realize you wouldn’t mind being the subject of his attention forever.

୨୧ 𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 — 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗛𝗜𝗠 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞!

YOU’RE CURRENTLY SEATED IN RIKI’S CAR, laughing so hard your sides hurt as you plot ways to get back at your ex.

riki leans back in the driver’s seat, grinning mischievously as he taps at the steering wheel.

“okay, hear me out,” he says. “we post a selfie together. nothing too obvious—just enough to make him jealous.”

you raise an eyebrow at his suggestion. “you think that’ll work?” riki smirks, pulling out his phone. “of course. who wouldn’t be jealous of me?”

you roll your eyes, but you can’t help but let out a laugh as he leans closer, clicking a picture of the two of you.

when he shows it to you, his laughter dies as his grin softens. “we look good together, don’t we?”

your heart skips, but before you can respond, he leans in slightly, his voice soft. “honestly, i don’t care about getting him back. i just like spending time with you.”

and when his lips suddenly brush yours, the whole world seems to disappear in the background.

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NOTE. request complete !!! i know these songs don’t exactly fit what’s going on but i tried my best !! T-T sorry it’s super short writing this was a bit challenging bc i don’t listen to much of her music so i only picked the songs i knew !! ☹️

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Viktor Getting into a Relationship with a Male S/O • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: I was wondering if you could do some Viktor x male!reader headcannons? Like establishing/getting into a relationship with him. Thank you for your consideration. :) — anon

Warnings: m/m pairing, lowkey kinda academy vik/a wee bit before season 1? Kinda short I’m sorry!!!!!

A.N: these are short I’m sorry!! I don’t think I used any pronouns but the reader and vik are referred to as gay, I hope these are ok! I’ve never really written m/m so it was a little outside of my own box!

•

At the time of your first meeting, Viktor was already quite comfortable in his sexuality. It wasn’t a well known fact about him though, only Jayce knew (and let’s be honest, Heimer knows what’s up)

It certainly wasn’t love at first sight for Viktor when he first saw you, head buried in a research paper, but you did in fact catch his eye. You were quite handsome and obviously smart, your red scribbles in the margin of the paper indicated that you at least understood the topic. Unfortunately, Viktor reasoned that he had more important things to focus on and had no time for extracurriculars

That was until you started strolling into his lab, notebook in hand, asking so many questions and jotting his answers down before strolling back out. It was an assignment from some professor Viktor never really liked but damn were they doing him a favor now

Viktor is the one that starts finding you outside the lab—sometimes he would see you in the library or walking through the corridors, and he musters up enough courage to actually ask you about yourself. He starts off small, knowing that not only is he a bit of an introvert, but you are too (at least in front of him you are)

You, on the other hand, were smitten with Viktor almost immediately. You loved his passion and curiosity, especially when it came to science and his own experiments. Viktor was dedicated to helping others as well. In front of him you acted like a tittering school girl with a crush--you fumbled over your words and your cheeks got hot--it was embarrassing

When your professor gave you the opportunity to note down the goings on in the labs, you were ecstatic. (Not just because of Viktor, you told yourself; you loved science as well...interacting with Viktor was quite the bonus though)

Every day you would enter his lab to take note of his progress, and you would practically swoon over the man. The way he would concentrate when experimenting and how passionate he spoke of his findings. (His accent was a plus too). You looked forward to seeing Viktor, not just because you liked him, but because he was becoming a wonderful friend.

It's late at night a few months later when Viktor admits his feelings. You're scribbling down equations in your notebook, trying to help Viktor figure out a component of his work when the slender man stops mid sentence, amber eyes gazing at your frame. Viktor first nervously admits that he likes men, flinching at your sudden laugh at the confession. He was gay, you were gay...that school girl crush had hope after all. Viktor then rests a shaky hand on your own, thumb lightly tapping against the bad of your hand

“I…I must confess something else, (Y/n). You much know that I have grown fond of you, no? That for once in my life I actively search someone out? I fancy you, and I believe you…feel the same?”

Viktor easily melts your heart with that. You both lean in for a kiss—soft and filled with emotion

Establishing your relationship is pretty easy at the start. It starts out the same just with added kisses in the corner of the lab, dates at small, hole in the wall restaurants. He’s very easy to love and care for…and he is very happily in love with you too

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would u write abt some angsty (mybe w a happy ending?) w remus, please? if possible maybe smtg like the bet trope, im soo down bad with bet tropes, 😔😔😔 im sorry if its a burden, and thank you for spending ur time reading this

You said "bet trope" and I said bet. So it's more fluff than angst... oops? I'll try to get more angst with Remus soon

Conducive

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

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cw: fluff, lil angst,

“Moons, how is it that you’ve never been kissed, yet everyone calls you Casanova?” Sirius asks at dinner in the Great Hall one evening.

Remus raises his eyebrows but doesn’t look away from his plate.

“I respect women?” he offers. 

“We all respect women here. But come on, even Peter’s kissed Mary,” James adds.

Remus looks up at his friends. “I’m here for an education. Dumbledore was kind enough to let me be here; least I can do is focus. You three are distraction enough.”

“I just think you could do with some more… distractions,” Sirius says, waving his fork around as a prop to make his point. 

“If I wanted a female distraction, I’d have no issues obtaining it.”

“No issues, huh?” Peter asks. “Care to prove it?”

Remus shot him a glare. “Did you miss the part where I said if I wanted it?”

“I don’t see how you don’t want it.”

“Wormy’s got a point,” James says.

“Let me rephrase: If I needed a female distraction,” Remus says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sure, I want it from time to time, but if anyone else found out about my furry little secret, I’d be out of here. So I’m making the most of my time.”

“No one is going to find out!” Sirius says. “Have. Some. Fun.”

“You lot found out.”

“We live with you.”

“Still. You don’t think if I got involved with someone that it would take them that long? It was hard enough lying to you. What if I start to actually like someone? It’d be impossible.”

“Then don’t like them. Just get them to like you enough to kiss them and then ditch them,” Sirius suggests, earning himself a glare from Remus.

“That just sounds cruel.”

“More cruel than you denying yourself feminine company?”

“I’m Casanova, remember? I get plenty of company.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I still think you should prove it,” Peter says. “Do what Pads suggested.”

“What?”

“Get a girl.”

“Keep her ‘round long enough to get off and then you jet. Easy ‘nough, yeah?” James clarifies for Remus, given his mildly confused look.

“No,” Remus says firmly. 

“What if we made a bet out of it?” Sirius asks, leaning forward. 

That got Remus’ attention.

“Okay, then what do I get out of it? When I win.” 

“If, and only if, you can get a girlfriend and snog the living daylights out of her, we will… uh… willingly study with you in the library for finals. We’ll be complacent participants, helping you and ourselves. As you try to drag us to do every year,” Sirius says. He pauses as the other two nod. “And if you fail, butterbeers are on you for the rest of the year.”

Remus snorts. “So if I do it, I just get company in the library and you benefit. But if I lose, I’m financially ruined?” 

“More incentive,” Peter retorts. 

“You’re on,” Remus says, offering his hand for Sirius to shake. He does. “If I wasn’t sure I could do it, I’d be asking for better terms.” 

“Wait!” James interrupts with Remus and Sirius still mid-shake. “I feel like we should pick who it has to be. Otherwise you could just ask Marlene to snog you.”

Remus makes a face. “She’s dating Dorcas, you know this.”

“No, no, he has a point,” Peter says. “Either of them would snog you if you said it was for a bet, especially if it means we,” he gestures to him, James and Sirius, “lose said bet.”

“Fine. Pick the girl. For the love of Godric, pick someone single and semi-tolerable.”

The boys scan the hall, not paying attention to house. Their eyes land on you. All three boys seemed to be in agreement before any of them voiced your name. 

“Her,” James says, pointing at you.

You were just as perpetually single as Remus, although he didn’t know what your reason for being so was. It wasn’t like boys never approached you, offering to pay for your drinks at Hogsmeade or to stand by you at the next Quidditch match, but the boys always walked away looking a bit down. You shot them down. Every single one of them.

So in the boys’ attempt to get him to prove his ability to charm a girl, they also wanted to see a miracle. From the grins on their faces, they know it’s going to be impossible.

“So you want my financial ruin?”

“I want either want butterbeer or you to get fucking laid,” Sirius says coolly. “It’s a win-win for me.”

“We said nothing about me getting laid!” Remus exclaims, panicking. “We said kiss, snog, neck, whatever you want to call it. Not laid.”

James laughs, “If you can get a snog out of her, you’re definitely getting laid.”

“I hate that I shook on this already,” Remus groans. He knows he has no way out of this now. 

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You are blissfully unaware of the bet the Marauders have going. You have no reason to think that you are of any concern to them, besides that Remus now occasionally says hello to you in passing. If anything, it feels like the other three are purposefully avoiding you, not that that matters to you. It’s preferable that way. You had always found Remus to be the most tolerable of them, but that didn’t mean you were friends or spoke to him all that often. Right now, it meant that you said hi back to him.

You are studying in the library when Remus comes up and asks if you’d mind if he shared a table with you. There are other tables available, but you agree. You are struggling with your Transfiguration essay and if it comes to it, you’re almost positive you could ask him for help. Until then, you work near each other in silence. That is, until someone else joins your table. 

Andrew Lark, a boy in your house, sits across from you. 

“You going to Hogsmeade this weekend?” he asks. 

“No,” you say shortly, not looking up from your essay, although you do stop writing. You don’t want to write the wrong thing down because Andrew was talking.

“Do you want to? I’d love to take you.”

“No thank you, Andrew.”

“Come on, love. Let me take you out.”

“I have no desire to go to Hogsmeade this weekend, nor do I want to go out with you.”

“Baby, we’d have-” he starts to say.

“Lark, she said no,” Remus says calmly, having stopped working as soon as Andrew approached the table. 

Andrew shot Remus an annoyed look. “Wasn’t talking to you, Lupin.”

“I know. But you weren’t listening to her.”

“This doesn’t involve you.”

Remus scoffs. “You interrupted my studying by being here. I’d say I’m semi-involved.”

“Then sit elsewhere,” Andrew says, before turning back to you. “Last chance? It’d be more fun than you’re imagining.”

You give Remus a sideways glance. He’s looking at you, waiting for your response as much as Andrew is. 

“Surprise, surprise, Remus is right. I said no.” You give Remus a quick smile before turning back to your essay.

Andrew rolls his eyes and stands up. “Think about it, dove. My offer will always stand.”

Then he walks away. You and Remus both return to your silent working. You feel Remus’ eyes on you every once in a while; you can also tell he’s looking at you from when he pauses his writing, letting his quill just hover above the ink pot longer than a person normally would. 

“So what do you have against Hogsmeade?” he asks after a few minutes. 

You snort. “Oh, nothing really. Andrew’s been asking me to go with him for months and I’d really rather not go with him. Plus, Slughorn’s essay? Haven’t even started that.”

Remus nods with a breath of relief. “Good, I don’t know how anyone can actually not like Hogsmeade.” He pauses. “Would you like company when you work on that essay?”

The question catches you off guard. You look up at him and you’re sure the shock is evident on your face. 

“I, uh, can’t stop anyone from being in the library,” you say, feeling uncertain.

“Well, no,” he chuckles. “But if you’d rather work alone…”

You don’t respond right away; you’re considering it. Remus wasn’t a bother. You didn’t know why he would give up a Hogsmeade trip to be in the library with you though. You knew he usually accompanied his boisterous friends to the village.

“If it’s just you, I suppose company could be nice.” A small smile is playing at your lips in a way Remus has never seen before. “If you’re thinking of bringing the rest of your little gang with you, I’d rather you stay away then.”

Remus chuckles. “Those gits will be off in the village. Possibly pestering Lark.” He sends a wink your way.

You shake your head as you look back down at your essay, but there’s an undeniable smile on your face now. Remus sees it as a success. Maybe with a little persuading from him, the others would let Lark know he needed to back off of you and you’d be free from his pursuits. 

Come Saturday, you and Remus are back at the same table. Except he’s sitting across from you and reading as opposed to working on his own assignments.

Curious, you ask, “Weren’t you assigned this essay too?”

“Finished it.”

“And you don’t have anything else to work on?”

“No. That’s why I’m reading.” He flourishes his book for emphasis.

“So you gave up going to Hogsmeade for…” Your voice lilts like you’re asking a question.

“To keep you company while you work.”

“I work alone all the time. I’m usually more productive that way.”

“Maybe you just haven’t had company conducive to efficiency.”

“Who talks like that?” you laugh. “Company conducive to efficiency.”

Remus smiles at you and sets his book down. “I’m just saying! Some people are more of a distraction while others let you do your thing. James and Sirius? Distractions. Peter… He goes back and forth between the two.”

“And I suppose you’re conducive for them.”

“Most of the time. Others, I’m as bad as they are.”

He picks his book back up to continue reading and you return to your essay. The library is silent except for the scratching of your quill and the occasional turning of pages by Remus. You sneak a few glances at him when you finish a sentence or a paragraph, and you catch yourself full on staring at him when you finish. As you put your work away, you clear your throat to get his attention.

“I suppose you being here was conducive, but I feel bad that you didn’t go to Hogsmeade.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t. Sometimes I need a break from certain people.”

“Then let me make it up to you. Let’s go to Hogsmeade together tomorrow.” You pause and blush at what you just said. “If you want to, of course, and don’t have anything else planned. I just thought that, because you didn’t go today and tomorrow will be less busy since everyone goes today.” You feel yourself rambling which makes you blush harder.

“Yeah, okay. That’d be nice. Meet you in the Great Hall after breakfast? Or lunch? I’m really okay with either.”

“I’m not a morning person,” you say with a chuckle. “We could get lunch in Hogsmeade?”

“Oh, okay. Then meet by the Grand Entrance around noon?”

“Sounds like a plan, Lupin. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As you walk away from him, he can’t help but smile. This was going better than planned. He didn’t have to ask you out; you asked him. And all he had to do was not be forward about it with you. Now, he just had to work up to kissing you, and then snogging. 

You’re more nervous than you expected to be in the morning. You had never been on a date before, and you weren’t even sure if this would count as one. Your roommates were confused as to why you didn’t go to Hogsmeade yesterday with them but were going today.

“It’s just backwards!” one had tried to explain when they heard of your plan. “Everyone goes to Hogsmeade on Saturday and does homework on Sunday!”

“Which leads to Hogsmeade being packed and then the library being packed. It makes sense to go today.”

You purposefully left out that you were meeting Remus and going with him. Just as he hadn’t told his friends that he was making progress with you. For now, until something proper came out of it, this Hogsmeade visit would be something you shared only with each other.

Remus is waiting for you when you finally leave your dorm. The walk to Hogsmeade is quiet. It’s not awkward though. You’re glad he’s not trying to force conversation. You fear that would be more uncomfortable. 

“So where do you want to go first?” you ask as you arrive. 

“I don’t mind as long as we hit up Honeydukes and Three Broomsticks at some point,” he says with a shrug. 

You can’t help but think he looks a bit cute with his hands shoved into his pockets. 

“Start at Three Broomsticks then? Get our lunch and go from there?” you suggest. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

As expected, the pub isn’t too busy. You find a table and order food and butterbeers from Rosmerta. Then it’s just the two of you at a table. He asks about your essay that you were working on yesterday and if you think Slughorn will like it. He talks about his own. Conversation covers a lot of school, but then it drifts to your friends and Quidditch. And then to the Marauders and their pranks. Time flies by so quickly. Your plates are emptied quickly and you go through several mugs of butterbeer. You only notice how much time has gone by you glance out the window by chance and the sun is lower in the sky than you had expected.

“Oh! We need to get going if you still want to go to Honeydukes.”

Remus looks to the window and nods. “I didn’t realize the time…”

He waves down Rosmerta and hands her some galleons. You smack his shoulder gently as you exit the pub together. 

“You paid? I was the one who invited you to Hogsmeade. I should’ve paid.”

He rolls his eyes. “Doesn’t the guy on a date though?”

You blush, which in turn causes him to blush. So this was a date. And you had initiated.

“Let me pay for your chocolate at least.”

“Oh, don’t go down that road,” he says with a laugh and a wide smile. “You are underestimating how much chocolate I’ll be getting.”

“Galleons worth?” 

“Galleons worth.”

“Remus Lupin! That cannot be healthy!”

“‘S not my fault my stash gets raided constantly.”

You laugh. The air is light between you. He really does get several galleons worth of chocolate; you thought he was kidding. You insist on paying for part of it. The owners of Honeydukes patiently wait for you to leave the store before locking the door behind you. The sun is set by the time you’re walking back to Hogwarts. The crescent moon is high in the night sky, bathing the path back to school in a pale light.

When you reach the castle, still standing outside, you say, “This was fun. I’m glad I got to go to Hogsmeade.”

“I’m glad I got to go with you.”

You feel your face heat. The romantic in you tells you, no, begs you to kiss his cheek. Tell him he’s why it was so fun. Talking over butterbeers was your favorite way to pass time and you really enjoyed getting to know him better. But you weren’t so bold. 

“Goodnight Remus,” you say before heading inside. 

He stood outside for a few minutes longer. He should have kissed your cheek. He was kicking himself for not doing so. But that might have been too bold and risked scaring you off. It was probably for the best that he didn’t. He needed to work up to it. The boys were waiting for him when he returned to his dorm.

“Where have you been all day?” James asks accusingly as soon as Remus walks through the door.

“None of your business, Mum,” Remus says, tossing the Honeydukes bag on his bed.

“Honeydukes?” Peter asks, sitting up. “You went to Hogsmeade? Just now?”

“You went to Hogsmeade without us?” James asks, putting two and two together. 

“You went yesterday,” Remus reminds him.

“You chose to stay back. Why go today?”

“Because-” he starts to say.

“You’re working on the bet, aren’t you?” Sirius cuts him off. The smile Sirius was sporting said that he knew he was right.

“Yes.”

James and Peter gasp. Sirius grins wider.

“So you going to tell us how it’s going?”

“No.”

“Why not?” Peter asks with a pout forming on his face.

“You’ll just know when I succeed.”

Sirius rolls his eyes and laughs. “Must be going well if you’re still confident you’re going to succeed.”

---

“Andrew, for the love of Merlin, leave me alone,” you complain on your way to class.

Whatever the Marauders did to him at Hogsmeade wasn’t enough. He seemed more urgent than ever to take you on a date, even with you telling him that you weren’t interested in him in the slightest. He stands in the doorway to your class, which he isn’t in.

“Come on, just one date. It’ll be the best one you’ve ever been on!”

Remus looks up from his conversation with the boys at his desk at Andrew’s voice. He hears you groan.

“Let me into my class!”

Remus is there in a moment. 

“Lark, let the lady through,” Remus says firmly.

Andrew spins around in the doorway, still blocking it but now looking at Remus. 

“Little Lupin to the rescue? You fancy her or something?”

“Yeah, a bit,” Remus answers, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “Now let her through. I think she’s made her opinions of you quite clear.”

Andrew glances at you over his shoulder. 

“Hear that, dove? Lupin likes you.”

“I’d hope so. We went on a date.”

Andrew’s arms fall so he’s not blocking the door as well and Remus pulls you through, which makes Andrew stumble slightly out of the way.

“What do you mean you went on a date?” Andrew asks indignantly. “A date? An actual date? With him?”

“That’s what I said. Care to confirm?” you ask, looking up at Remus, who is still holding your arm.

“Yeah. It was quite lovely. She’s quite lovely.” He looks down at you with a soft smile. 

Then without thinking, you lean up and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Andrew looks ready to scream and a few hollers erupt from behind you. You scan the room for the source. The Marauders. You’re not too surprised at that. Of course Remus’ friends would be watching him as he came to play hero. It’s less than thirty seconds, but by the time you look back over to the door, Andrew has vanished.

“Thanks, Remus,” you breathe.

“Maybe he’ll finally leave you alone, huh?”

“Hope so.”

He walks you to your desk before returning to his own, where James pats him enthusiastically on the back. Throughout the entire lesson, you two are looking over at each other. Most of the time, when one is looking, the other isn’t. You only make eye contact with him once all lesson, which caused both of you to turn a deep shade of crimson. 

By the end of the week, Andrew stops asking you out on the daily and appears to be purposefully avoiding you and Remus. You find ways to spend more time with him, scheduling study time in the library and comparing schedules so that you can walk to your classes together. You even join him and his friends for lunch every few days. They were rather shocked the first time, but quickly turned into a welcoming group. 

It became obvious to those around you that you were seeing Remus. It came as a surprise to many people, including your friends. 

“What do you mean you’re dating Remus Lupin? When do you talk to him?”

“What do you mean you went to Hogsmeade with him? Alone?”

“When did this happen and why didn’t we know about it?”

Excuses of minding your own business and not wanting to count your chickens before they hatched echoed in your dorm. It really had come out of nowhere, but you suppose it was because Remus pursued you in a way that no one else had. He wasn’t putting you on the spot to do the things he wanted and disrupting you when you were clearly busy. He liked to be in your presence and took your opinion into consideration before suggesting things. Even better, he put Andrew Lark in his place. 

You were headed to your usual table to meet Remus for a study session; you refused to call them study dates because you knew your mind would say that you can’t be productive on a date. You laugh at your thoughts: dates are not conducive for studying. You hear Remus’ voice as you walk through the shelves, collecting some books you know you need for your Herbology assignment. You stop mid-step when you hear additional voices at your table.

“Have you snogged her yet, Moony?” Sirius asks.

“No, not yet,” he answers with a sigh. 

Not yet. You smile.

“Well, could you get on with it? You’ve been spending so much time with her. We need you for this prank.”

“You were the one to suggest the bet. Sorry I’m taking my time.”

“But you’re going to break up with her once you do, right?” Peter asks. “Complete the bet and get out before you catch feelings. That was the point of this.”

You bite your lip, hoping that somehow this wasn’t about you, that maybe Remus had a voice twin and they were talking about the other boy’s girl. You knew that it wasn’t possible, but you had to hope for a moment. But then James spoke. 

“Even better, you got Lark off her back so she owes you. She owes you a snog and then you’re free. You’ll have gotten your kiss, Casanova.”

Lark. He had only been after you for a while. And Remus had been the reason he was leaving you alone. 

You leave your hiding place within the books, stepping into their line of sight. Remus’ eyes go wide as he sees you. His heart breaks when he sees the tears in your eyes. You had heard and he knew it. 

You lock eyes with him and you shake your head. Holding the books close to your chest, you turn to leave the library. How could you work with someone who was only with you to snog you for a bet? A damn bet? 

You ignore Remus calling after you. You don’t break into a run; you have too many books in your arms to run, but you’re walking as quickly as you can. From the sound of his footsteps, he is running. Running and calling your name, saying it isn’t what you think. That the boys don’t know what they are talking about. You spin on the spot to glare at him through tears when he finally catches up to you and places a hand on your shoulder. 

“Did you or did you not ask to sit at my table in the library because of, of, of that bet?” you spit. It comes out harsh. It was supposed to. You were angry and upset.

“I did, but-”

“There’s no buts about this, Remus,” you say firmly. You’re firm but your voice is laced with sadness and uncertainty. “All of this was because of a bet. And I’m not a bet. So yeah. Go fuck yourself.”

You leave him standing in the corridor. He could’ve followed you. Some part of him knew he should have so that he could explain. 

---

You avoid Remus at all costs. He tries to hunt you down in the library, in between classes, in the Great Hall. He’s even taken to sitting outside your dorm. Your roommates step around him, muttering insults. He doesn’t blame them. If it had been anyone else doing this, he would be saying the same insults under his breath to Sirius, James and Peter. He hated himself for agreeing to the stupid bet in the first place. He should have just gone after you on his own terms. 

About a week later, you spent all day studying in the library and you were honestly surprised that Remus didn’t show up once. You missed dinner, but you didn’t mind. If you had gone to dinner, you might have run into Remus and if you were safe in the library, you were staying there until you went to bed. Except you ran into Remus while trying to go to bed. He was asleep outside your dorm’s door. You knew you should’ve just gone into your dorm and ignored him, but you were a good person and wouldn’t let him sleep like that all night. You nudge his side gently with your foot.

“Lupin,” you say softly. “Lupin, wake up.”

He stirs, rubbing his eyes. When he sees that you’re the one who woke up and not some disgruntled prefect, he jumps to his feet and hugs you. You make a startled noise at the hug.

“Please, let me explain,” he whispers.

“You have five minutes. Then I’m going to bed.”

“Okay, thank you,” he says quickly. “Thank you. Okay, so yes, it did start as a bet.”

You groan and reach for the doorknob. He puts his hand on top of yours to stop it from turning. 

“I have four minutes and thirty seconds,” he says, causing you to roll your eyes. “A bet that I couldn’t get a girl and snog her. I accepted because Sirius was being rude. Stupid, I know. But please, please, please believe me when I say the bet stopped being relevant the moment you agreed that I could keep you company in the library while you worked on your Potions essay. I wasn’t doing it just to snog you and prove to the boys that I really could get a girl.”

“And I should believe you because?”

“Because if it was just for a bet, I would’ve kissed you when we got back from Hogsmeade the first time. I would’ve snogged you in front of Andrew and the boys. Just to prove that I could do it. I would’ve been done.” He pauses, trying to read the expression on your face. “I’ve been spending so much time with you because I genuinely like you so much. I like being your boyfriend. I like being around you. I like making you smile. I like making you laugh. Yes, I’d like to snog you very much. But not for a bet. I want to snog you to feel your lips against mine. I like studying with you, I like paying for your butterbeers. I like walking around with you. I like when you hang out with my friends. I’d like to hang out with your friends.” 

He pauses his ramblings to catch his breath briefly.

“That is, if you’ll forgive me for even partaking in this stupid goddamn bet. And you somehow convince your friends to forgive me too.”

You cross your arms and lean against the doorframe. You take in Remus’ appearance. You’re used to him looking perpetually tired, but he looks exhausted, so much worse for wear than usual. His hair is a mess and clothes uncharacteristically rumpled. His expression is so genuine and sad, practically begging you to understand how much he cares for you.  

“Please. I know you’re more than a bet. So much more. The only good thing about the bet is that it actually got me to get close to you.”

“I’ll forgive you under one condition,” you say.

His face lights up and he takes a step toward you. 

“Anything. You name it and it’s done.”

You smirk. “When you do snog me, please do it in front of Lark. A little revenge on that sorry bastard.”

Remus smiles widely and nods. Then he places a gentle kiss on your lips. It only lasts a second, over as soon as it began. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He gives you an identical kiss. “One snog in front of Lark coming up.”

[that-random-outsider]

My Default RoR Headcannons

Chloe

I love the thought of Chloe wearing glasses

Captain of the swords and shields team

Tutors (forces) Red with homework

Has completely mastered the puppy dog eyes

Goes to the library for fun (nerd)

So popular! Beloved by everyone! She's just so Charming (see what I did there)

Considers herself Red’s unofficial knight in shining armor

Is the only one who can get Red to behave for ten seconds (Uma uses this to her advantage)

Speaks French

A's in every single class one of the highest gpa's in school

Red

Real artsy, can draw really well

Also writes poetry but doesn't tell anyone

Speaks in riddles

Bad at school

Hates looking weak, still used to the idea that any weakness should be hidden away

Anger issues like her mother (it scares her)

Socially awkward

Horrible at decision making

Gets into fights regularly

Skips class

Is embarrassed by how little she understands Auradon schools

Ella

Insecure about her social status (no she doesn't feel like she needs to have status to be happy but society acts as if commoners are worth less than nobals or royalty)

Never calls Bridget out on anything

Really strong (I mean some of the things her step family makes her do requires serious man Power)

Scholarship student

Spends most nights in Bridget’s dorm

Recognizes herself as Bridget’s unofficial protector

Doesn't actually know how to fight, but wants to learn (she thinks it'll help get Uliana off their backs)

Has a secret sweet tooth (she doesn't get many sweets at home)

Knows perfect first aid for both herself and Bridget

Has a drawer in Bridget’s room made specifically for her so that she'd always have clothes in the morning (she thinks Bridget borrows some when she's not looking but thinks she looks cute in her sweaters so she doesn't mind)

Bridget

Would do anything for Ella (that's not an exaggeration she will literally do anything for Ella, she could tell her to jump off a cliff and she wouldn't hesitate.)

Is scared Ella will leave her

Will personally remind you that the people in Wonderland are mad if anyone dares to use the the name Cinderella

Like Ella, is also super smart academically, is in mostly honors courses

Has finished many of Ella’s chores for her while she's not looking because she hates seeing her work so hard .

Is a horrible lier, because her conscience always makes her tell the truth

Has seperation anxiety. (Gets really anxious about Ella leaving, so she makes up excuses to get her to stay)

Knows everyone in the entire school's name by heart

Has remembered every one of Ella’s favorite treats by heart (makes them for her every other day because she's scared if she makes them every day Ella will get tired if it)

Buys Ella all the things her step family won't provide for her

[solarhysm]

DUST OF US #DRABBLE - JUNGKOOK THINKS YOU HATE HIM

> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.

> pairing: Jungkook x reader

> genre: romance, ex to lovers au

> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!

> word count: 1.3k

MAIN STORY HERE.

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

AGE: 17 years old.

You have become distant over the last few weeks. Jungkook has grown accustomed to having you around constantly: at lunchtime, in class, and even walking home together. But it’s been two or three weeks since you’ve started avoiding him, finding excuses.

At first, he didn’t say much—maybe you were really busy. But then he caught you with other friends. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt. Over the past year, everything in his life had improved with you in it. But now, he feels like he’s bothering you every time he tries to talk. The worst part is that you keep talking to Jimin, even having lunch with him—but not Jungkook.

“I don’t understand…” Jungkook mumbles, stabbing his bowl of rice with his chopsticks as he gazes at you from afar, sitting with your friend Hyesun. You seem so happy, laughing at something she said, oblivious to his gaze when you could usually spot him anywhere. “Did I say something wrong?” he asks Jimin, who tilts his head to look at you too, sighing.

“We never know what that girl has in her mind,” Jimin says, chewing his food. “It’s not you, Kookie. You’re the kindest guy I know.”

“Then why is she avoiding me?” Jungkook frowns, making Jimin sigh and taking a sip of his water.

“Maybe she figured out that you’re madly in love with her and doesn’t feel the same?” Jimin suggests. Jungkook freezes at the words, feeling his cheeks burn.

“I’m not— I don’t have feelings for her…” He mumbles, his gaze dropping to his tray.

“Oh please”, Jimin rolls his eyes, putting down his chopsticks. “You’re a sap for her. You buy her favorite snacks, wait for her after class even when yours ended two hours earlier, and you even go to the library with her. You never stepped foot in that place before meeting her.”

“I’m just a good friend.” Jungkook frowns, trying to deny Jimin’s words.

“You turned down every girl who hit on you this year, Kookie.” Jimin arches a brow as Jungkook whines, throwing his head back, before hiding his face in his hands. He knows that Jimin is right. He hates that Jimin can read him like an open book.

“Do you really think… She’s avoiding me because of that?” Jungkook asks quietly, his face still buried in his hands. Jimin sighs, staring at his friend.

He’s been following the development of your friendship since the start. Gently, Jimin wraps his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist and pulls his hands down.

“Hey,” Jimin says softly, “She’d be stupid to avoid you just for that. You’re a great guy, Kookie. A little slow and dumb, but not in a bad way.” He teases with a smirk, making Jungkook smile slightly.

“I don’t want to lose her. If she doesn’t feel the same way, it’s okay. I can deal with a little heartbreak. But not… not having her in my life.” Jungkook admits, and Jimin’s lips curve in a soft smile. “I’ll talk to her.”

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook wipes his hands on his pants. He’s been standing outside your door for fifteen minutes. He was full of courage on the way to your building, but now it's slowly crumbling. What’s he supposed to say? Are you avoiding me because I’m in love with you? He cringes at the thought. No, he can’t say that. Exhaling softly, he knocks at your door before he could chicken out.

Your father opens the door, his slight frown shifting into a smile. He knows Jungkook. He actually loves Jungkook; he is a respectful and well-mannered.

“What’s up, son?” Your father grins as Jungkook swallows hardly, his hands sweaty. He discreetly wipes them again.

“Hello sir. Is… Y/N here?” He asks with a small voice.

“Come in, she’s in her room.” His father nods, stepping aside as Jungkook bows politely before entering. Once his shoes are off, he heads to your room. Your door is open, you’re lying on the floor, humming a song and drawing in your notebook.

You sit up and frown when you see Jungkook standing in your doorframe, still outside the room, because he didn’t have time to knock. You always seem to sense his presence whenever he's near. He called it your ‘spider-sense’.

“Kook?” You ask, getting up clumsily, feeling awkward. “What are you doing here?”

“I… uh… I need to talk to you.” He mumbles as you walk over, gesturing for him to come in before looking outside at your father, who’s smirking at you. You roll your eyes and close the door behind you.

“I’m kinda busy,” you say, avoiding his gaze, with your hands on your hips. “Make it quick.”

Jungkook's heart clenches painfully at the way you're acting. He hates it. He misses you.

“Y/N…” He starts, tilting his head to force you to look at him. “Are you avoiding me?”

“What— No!” You immediately shake your head.

“Please, don’t… sugarcoat it. If you don’t want to be friends anymore, that’s okay. But just tell me. I’ll respect your decision, but—"

“I’m not avoiding you, Kook!” You sigh, your stomach twisting uncomfortably.

“We haven't had a real conversation in weeks. You have time for everyone but me. You can’t even look at me right now.” He frowns as you finally lift your eyes from your feet to meet his gaze. “You know what? Sorry, it was stupid of me to bother you. I get it.” He clenches his jaw and steps back, turning toward the door.

He needs to get out fast. Jungkook has always been emotional. He can’t help it. The last thing he wants is for you to see him cry over this. He knows you wouldn’t judge him. But it still hurts.

 “What do you want me to say?” You bark, fists clenched at your sides as you stare at the back of his neck. You hate his chestnut haircut—you’ve told him multiple times. But that didn't stop you from falling for that idiot.

Your words make him freeze, his fingers still on the doorknob. He stares at the chipped paint of your door, unsure what to do, waiting for you to continue.

“I…” you start, shaking your head. “This is stupid.”

“You what?” He asks, not moving. But when you don’t reply, he nods, his grip tightening on the doorknob. “Alright…” He sighs, ready to leave.

“I like you.” You say in one breath, scared that if he crosses the threshold, you’ll never see him again. The confession sends a shiver down his spine. When he turns to face you, you're looking away, frowning— probably angry because you don't understand this new feeling. “Laugh at me all you want. I can’t help it.” You mutter, jaw clenched.

But Jungkook doesn’t want to laugh. His features soften as he watches you.

“Why would I?” He almost whispers, stepping closer. “Why would I?” He repeats, tilting his head to make you meet his gaze.

“Because you’re popular, and you can have any girls you want. Why would you care about someone who looks and acts like a boy?” You reply, making him chuckle softly. He pulls you into a warm hug, your breath shaky, but you stay still.

“I don’t care about them,” He murmurs, his warm breath brushing your ear as he tightens his arms around you, his nose grazing the skin of your shoulder. “I like you,” he says, and his words make you freeze for a second before you start laughing nervously. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping shyly around his frame.

A huge weight lifts off your heart, and you feel lighter.

“Let me take you on a date,” he offers, pulling back as you shake your head, amused.

“A date?” You ask as he hums, wiping away a lonely tear from your cheek— the last remnant of your fear of losing him because of feelings you thought were unrequited.

“Well… I don’t have the money for something fancy, but I know you like tteokbokki.” He adds with an amused smile, his hands resting on your shoulders as you nod. “If I want you to be my girlfriend, I’ll better woo you properly, right?”

DUST OF US MASTERLIST.

WATTPAD.

buy me a coffee<3

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

Ed knows he lives within a subculture which upholds his reputation, and that the rules of that subculture could easily be applied to any meeting between the Gentleman Pirate and himself. This is Blackbeard’s world; a ‘good impression’ is assured. Yet, Ed decides that any meeting will take place with the rules of the dominant culture as the yardstick of success. Ed will, through choice, enter the Gentleman Pirate’s world, even when inviting him aboard his own ship, and be judged accordingly. Because Ed wants to try something different.

Ed’s class and race inferiorities are evident. He can definitely hear his childhood trauma in his ears… ‘just not that kind of [person]’. Yet, he’s prepared to try and present himself as someone whom this upper class man might condescend to talk with. And the risk isn’t that the Gentleman Pirate might kill him; there’s not much chance of that, and it probably wouldn’t be all that bad. No, it’s something much, much worse: Ed’s afraid the Gentleman Pirate might laugh at him.

We get the inverse in season two. Stede wants to re-enter the world of piracy where he will try to meet again with Ed. It’s a subculture in which there’s a lot of showboating. Literally. Stede can’t turn up in a dory: he needs to make an entrance, show Ed he’s good enough. Now Stede doesn’t want Ed to laugh at him: the silly little man who ran away like the coward he is. Not so wondrous without his fancy library and auxiliary wardrobe…

Stede knows Ed is an entirely self-made man, and likely feels the need to do the same to prove his worth. Now Stede’s childhood trauma rings in his ears: everything he ever owned is because he ‘lucked it’. He certainly didn’t deserve it. If Stede can just turn up in a huge boat he achieved through his own blood, sweat and manly-tears, well then, maybe he’ll be good enough for Ed; maybe Ed will decide his life isn’t better without him…

This not being ‘good enough’ for the other is the heartbreaking legacy of their childhoods. Ed thinks he’s too coarse, not refined; whilst Stede thinks his problem is the exact opposite. They make so much progress together throughout season two, with further healing still to do.

One day in their inn, they’ll realise - maybe together, maybe at different times - that the voices in their heads are entirely and utterly wrong. It’s not that the other hasn’t told them over and over that they have worth, they both just struggle to believe it.

That epiphany will hit, and it’ll be both a little alarming and glorious:

He loves me regardless! He loves me entirely! He loved me before he met me… And maybe I am worthy of his love

[moonsickness-posts]

Shadows in the Library (pathetic yandere tom riddle x reader)

this is kinda trash but i wanted to write pathetic tom riddle so bad so here

TW: stalking, obsession.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of parchment and old leather-bound books, a sanctuary of silence disrupted only by the soft scratching of a quill. She sat hunched over her charms notes, oblivious to the figure concealed in the shadows between the towering shelves.

Tom Riddle had always been a presence, magnetic and cold, with an allure that left students whispering in his wake. Yet, she had somehow managed to avoid the pull of his gravity. Until now.

For weeks, his sharp eyes had tracked her movements her thoughtful pauses, the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her quiet smiles when she thought no one was looking. She was an enigma, one he couldn’t solve and couldn’t ignore.

Tonight, Tom’s patience had worn thin. As the clock struck midnight and the last straggling students exited the library, he remained hidden, watching her. The librarian had locked the doors moments before, trapping them alone in the vast, dimly lit room.

“You.” His voice broke the stillness, smooth as silk but laced with an edge of desperation.

She startled, her quill clattering to the desk. Turning toward the voice, her breath hitched as she saw him step from the shadows. His expression was intense, his dark eyes fixed solely on her.

“Riddle,” she said, her voice unsteady. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” he murmured, advancing toward her. The dim candlelight cast sharp shadows across his angular features, making him appear almost otherworldly.

“I was studying,” she replied, her tone cautious. “What do you want?”

Tom hesitated, his mask of calm cracking just enough to reveal a glimpse of something raw beneath. “You,” he said simply. “I want you to see me. To feel what I feel. Every moment I spend away from you is-”

“Stop.” She stood, her chair scraping against the stone floor. “What are you talking about? You don’t even know me.”

His lips curved into a bitter smile. “Don’t I? I’ve spent months learning everything about you. The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the books you borrow, the way you laugh when you think no one’s listening.” His voice dropped, a whisper that sent a chill down her spine. “You consume me.”

Her pulse raced, and she took a step back, only for him to close the distance between them in a flash, caging her against the desk. His hands gripped the edge on either side of her, his face inches from hers.

“Please,” he murmured, his voice breaking with an unfamiliar vulnerability. “Don’t push me away. Tell me you feel it too.”

Her mind raced, her emotions a chaotic storm. She’d never seen Tom Riddle like this unhinged, desperate, almost... human. But beneath the veneer of emotion, there was a darkness, a possessiveness that made her shudder.

“I... I need to go,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His grip on the desk tightened, and for a moment, his gaze faltered. “No. Don’t leave. Not yet. Please.” His tone cracked on the last word, the smooth control he so often wielded slipping away like water through his fingers. “You don’t understand I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried. I’ve tried. You’ve... changed me.” He laughed bitterly, the sound low and hollow. “I don’t even recognize myself anymore. You have no idea how much power you hold over me, how you’ve consumed every thought, every plan. You’re in my dreams, in my mind every waking moment. And I-” He paused, drawing a shaky breath, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t bear it if you walk away.”

There was a flicker of something raw in his expression pleading, almost pitiful. He reached out, his fingers hovering just short of her wrist as though he feared even the smallest rejection would break him completely. “Just... stay. Talk to me. Tell me what I have to do to make you care for me, even a little.”

Her chest tightened, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She didn’t know whether to pity him or fear him, whether to run or stay frozen in the moment.

[brave-symphonia]

So, I recently finished Act 2 of Gideon the Ninth, and I am wondering if it might just not be for me.

Which does kind of suck if true, because with all that I see of it, I really did want to get into it and love it, but it's possible it just isn't vibing with me.

Like, there are scenes that keep my attention and keep me reading, I like seeing Gideon and Harrow interact, and I was actually really sad when Magnus was found dead at the end of Act 2, but I don't know.

It could be that it really picks up in the second half, or maybe it's just not for me? Although, I have noticed I've been liking it more since Harrow and Gideon started working together, so it could just be that it had a slow start.

At the very least, I'm not dropping it, I'm going to make sure I finish the entire book before making a judgement like that, especially since there are moments I liked throughout the book, it's just that if I still feel this way when I finish the book, I don't know if I'll continue the series.

I do need to return it to the library by the 31st, but I'm going to try and at least get to Act 3 by then, and then I'll just put a hold on a new copy so I can finish it when that goes through.

[sideblogdotjpeg]

i am not immune to launchpad sol and albin thoughts

[cadaverousdecay]

i’m so overwhelmed by things that shouldn’t be overwhelming...

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[cerealmonster15]

haikaveh... save me haikaveh...

i KNOW it's been talked about to death but. the haikaveh research project. it literally haunts my mind. i cannot get over the implications. alhaitham going through his school life as someone that most people dont even really know about because he keeps to himself and doesn't socialize, with kaveh being the one exception to that, finding his way into his life as his Best Friend, and then leading to alhaithams one and only time he participated in a research topic. his bio says he only ever did ONE joint project!!! one!!! the one with kaveh his best friend and i think also his only friend at the time!!!! and then it ended in not only the project falling apart but also alhaithams only friendship. kavehs best friendship. they were each others closest person. they had no family around - alhaithams parents having died when he was young and his grandmother dying before he joined the akademiya, and kaveh's dad dying when he was young and his mom having moved to fontaine. like even if you dont look at it through a romantic lens it's still undeniable how important they were [and are] to each other..........

i'm getting off track but my point is very specifically for alhaitham, the one time he got close to someone, made a friend, even agreed to join one(1) group project ever, it ended in disaster. it led him into a fight so bad that his one and only friend said he regretted that friendship!!!! it was so bad alhaitham left the project and he and kaveh didnt speak for ages until they just happened to run into each other again at the tavern!!!!! like obviously it has to be incredibly awful for both of them but i just think how this probably had alhaitham in the cynical mindset that friendships and collaborations like that might just never work out for him because the one time he let someone into his life, it blew up on him and he was all alone again. even though alhaitham never seems to care much if people dont like him, that clearly cant still apply to someone he was exceptionally close to. like if he didnt care he woudlnt have been the one to take his name off the project and mutually not speak to kaveh...... kavehs words are the ones that hit the most significantly to alhaitham.......... kaveh is said/implied to have had at least some other friends while at school / people knew who he was, but not so much alhaitham. people didnt know him and the ones that did just knew he didnt socialize/he was not easy to get along with. he only had kaveh and then, for a while, he lost him too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[carcarrot]

this time last year i was probably sitting in the kitchen while my dad started making an early dinner of chicken bolognese trying not to get too nervous about the concert i'd be going to in a few hours

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Applying to an apartment with little income and terrible credit score, in hopes that they'll be desperate enough to take me

[hauntingblue]

Castlevania is interesting but tell my why we get three episodes of internal conflict in the dracula castle (good) while the main characters are on a library and do fuck all. Well they have three scenes of relationship building that are supposed to mean something when they come out but they are so little and superficial imo

[aidenwaites]

Cannot wait to officially fully just have one job