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a little about me bc why not:

i’m evelyn/evie | minor | she/they | hopeless romantic | bookworm but a slow reader | pisces | massive introvert so this is my attempt to put myself out there a bit | pan/ace

interests:

reading | greek mythology | listening to music | starting hobbies but never finishing them | feeling aesthetic | sleeping | coffee | writing | overanalysing | my main fandom is the marauders (reggie/remus kinnie) | sitcom girly

books i love:

song of achilles / circe | the secret history | anything by john green | anything by alice oseman | little women | rebecca / frenchman’s creek | a good girls guide to murder | the lottery by shirley jackson | pride and prejudice | pjo | recommendations always welcome!!

my main music loves:

taylor swift | conan gray | olivia rodrigo | friday pilots club | marina and the diamonds | artic monkeys | queen | david bowie | stray kids

this is actually my second blog (not a side blog, just under a different account, my other is @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl) and so it will probably be less active, but my irl friend’s following my other one and i wanted a space to be myself more so im gonna try and post more og stuff as opposed to just reblogging

dni if you’re a creep/discriminate against anybody in any way (idm if you’re over 18, but pls don’t dm me)

please please talk to me/dm me whatever i would love to talk!! (although warning, i ramble way too much)

in regulus’ opinion, there was nothing quite like an english lesson last thing on a thursday- god that’s pathetic isn’t it. but honestly, when you’re sat next james potter who can blame you. and today was gonna be a good one. he just knew it.

something had come over regulus that day, probably over exposure to a certain potter, but somehow he found himself swaggering into the class. most people were already there so he sauntered over to his seat at the back and dropped into it, lolled his head to the side and drawled, ‘well fancy seeing you here’.

ready to start laughing, as seemed to be customary for every moment in their conversation, regulus was even more shocked when instead he was hit with a metaphorical frying pan.

‘how is it that every time you enter the room my heart rate increases?’

what.

‘is, uh, i can’t even decide if that’s good or bad??’

finally they were laughing. he was back on familiar land, and had a second to process that before he had to talk again. 

‘i don’t even know’ more laughter.

‘but like, do i stress you out that much?’

‘i dunno, i guess i never know what you’re gonna come out with next’

‘oh.’

‘but i don’t think that’s bad, in fact it’s probably more from excitement than anything’ 

‘oh?’

but that’s as far as they got, he couldn’t think of anything more to say and clearly neither could james because for a good half an hour nothing more was said. luckily then james leaned over and breathed into his ear ‘i’m boreddddd’ and everything was yippity yay once more. apart from the complete lack of space between their arms and warmth of his breath and feeling of being top of the world and on the same page together like they could defeat anything like-

regulus hated big shopping stores with rows of big brand shops and air con so cold you need a jacket in the height of summer, he was more of a small businesses and vintage typa guy. so how pandora had gotten regulus arcturus black into a hollister changing room at 4.32pm on a sunday with a pile of clothes to try on so large he worried he wouldn’t be out before closing no one will ever know, but that’s how things were at that moment. he picked the first item off the top and slipped it on with a sigh. it was a navy summer dress with lighter blue flowers, which to his surprise he was quite taken with. if it wasn’t for the coloured changing room lights, it would have put him in quite a good mood as he twirled around, looking at himself in the mirror.

we’re all bored, we’re all so tired of everything 

we wait for trains that just aren’t coming 

we show off our different scarlet letters

trust me, mine is better

maybe he was just tired from an afternoon of shopping, but everything was slotting into place. he loved the dress, he loved the song, he loved the way his hair was styled and the evening air waiting for him outside. he loved pandora in the dressing room next to him and dancing in circles mentally screaming taylor swift lyrics.

we’re so young, but we’re on the road to ruin

we play dumb, but we know exactly what we’re doing

we cry tears of mascara in the bathroom

honey, life is just a classroom

and then came the chorus. he was transported back to a moment not too long ago when he’d walked into the classroom to james singing those very words. twirling about in a fashion not dissimilar to regulus now. full of self confidence, able to do what regulus could only do shut into a changing room, in the middle of a room filled with classmates.

james.

idek why but i uploaded something to ao3 so 🤷‍♀️

james was pointing at something. a quince tree growing just outside the classroom window, slightly forlorn looking next to the concrete car park, although not entirely out of place. regulus turned his attention away from the conversation around him to look out the window, bumping against james’ shoulder in the attempt to turn around in the small space they had squished themselves into, sprawled in between two rows of desks.

in the background he could feel pandora and marlene starting to butt heads over some trivial matter, and really he should try to calm them down, but right now his only priority was the small point of connection between his shoulder and james’ arm as they attempted to stand side by side. they could sort it out themselves.

but still the voices were ever raising in volume, getting less passive and more aggressive, and he began to tense up. he wasn’t in the mood to hear the conflict, but could probably keep a straight face if he tried. until he felt the lightest tug on his shirt sleeve.

looking up, he found himself staring into the warm brown gaze which could only belong to james, perfectly framed by the gold which mirrored the highlights found creating galaxies in those eyes. and suddenly all regulus could think was how that must be how james saw the world. seeing it through the stars, everything at its most beautiful, everything with a silver lining.

another tug on his sleeve and he was brought back down to earth, left only with the hope of one day being more than a guest amongst the solar system that orbited james potter, the centre of it all, the sun.

they snuck out of the classroom, giggling as conversation erupted now that they were free from the situation starting to unfold behind them. it would resolve itself quickly, no need to get involved. 

‘we should conduct an experiment,’ declared james as a look of mischief crossed his smile, ‘i need to see what that brain of yours can really do.’

regulus’ mind raced. he wanted to do something with him? and only him? something he cared about? but what? it had to be something james would like.

‘let’s investigate how absorbent sand is of gladiator blood.’ what. the. fuck. what on earth made him say that? that wasn’t what james meant! that wasn’t what he wanted to hear, or what anyone wanted to hear for that matter. somewhere in his mind ritualistic chanting struck up so that all he could hear was ‘we fucked up we fucked up we fucked up we fucked u-‘

‘i’m not sure we could get a hold of gladiator blood, would pigs' blood do?’ 

the chanting stopped.

‘what?’ regulus stopped. and they were both laughing. thank the lord.

they were heading to the quince tree, of course they were, but still he smiled to himself at the choice. because only james would take him to just stand and look up at a tree, just like he knew regulus would love to.

‘you know how a quince fell on darwin’s head when he discovered gravity-‘ began james, without taking his eyes off the tree,

‘what?’ regulus cut him off

‘you say ‘what’ a lot’

‘you confuse me a lot, and anyway, that’s the biggest problem here. not anything else about your statement.’

‘fuck.’

‘indeed.’

‘i- fuck. no one needs to hear i said that. i have a reputation to uphold. i was gonna say something profound and interesting too.’

regulus just stared at him. how is this the one that made his heart join an amateur acrobatics group. and so they laughed, harder and louder than normal because they could. for the first time they felt so purely comfortable, that they could just laugh. 

that’s why he’s the one that made his heart join an amateur acrobatics group.

Sorry if that sounded a bit aggressive 😭 I was just looking at ur intro and my brain just went STRAY KIDS

ABAUSBDBDUDH YESSSSS there’s just something about their music that’s perfect for literally every situation istg especially for like hype music there’s nothing quite like listening to LALALA before social interactions

AVAUJDDBUCNFIN OML HI YES HI WELCOME HELLO

im like a month late bc i dont think ive looked at this account in too long but ahhhhhhhhhhhh hiiiiiiiiii im sorryyyyyyyy

I was wondering if you’d be cool with being tagged in my pjo works, since I like to tag my pjo mutuals in them, to whom i’m sending the same ask to <3 if not, that’s all okay too (:

thanks! ily <3

have a great day ☀️