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POKEMON, I CHOOSE YOU: NATHANIEL HAN. ( @crnate )

peter was distraught. the boy prided himself on being on top of trends. he believed there was everything to know as a young teenager living in the 21st century. but, it seemed that wasn’t the case.

he realized such epiphany the night where he laid on his ruckus bedroom. whilst his roommates were fighting about a stolen pillow, his eyes were glued to the screen. his thumb slid to see the ever-going hooter where people were eager to share their lives. but, there was a pinnacle moment where peter’s vocabulary seemed to be lacking. the ever so broad space within his mind seemed to have shrunk. after all, in bold words, there was a word that outshone the rest.  the word “YEET”. he squinted as his nose crashed against the screen, a trail of fog left behind from the heated breathing. the gryffindor seemed unable to decipher the meaning behind it. the definition was bouncing up and down and he seemed to missed catching it.

so, the boy recurred to the most intelligent person he knows.

peter is sitting in front of the older ravenclaw, fingers dancing on the surface of the glass. the condensation accumulating on the tips. ❝ nate, i’m so devastated. i discovered last night that i’m not on top of the game and my pea-brained housemates are. ❞ he huffed, a deliberate long sigh fleeted his lips. the rosy tiers pressed against each other to depict his solemn spirit.

@crnate

tomes and scrolls is the untouched jewel of hogsmeade. most students either purchase the necessary literature before school or, for those students that found their eyes always scanning printed lines, the library of hogwarts is a home within stacks. and so, there’s more than a thriving fascination to books that finds devin spending one of the few remaining weekends she has here, in the dusty relic of a bookstore. muggle composition isn’t common within hogwarts and muggle prose is much more so. 

yet, the buried corners of tomes and scrolls harbor treasures for a forgotten soul. many an afternoon, the real world loses its grasp to a slytherin girl. and instead, she’s swept into a creation of words. they’re haunting and the thrill that starts in her heart makes her bones quake. alive the trembles in her body remind her. 

run, his mind is willing his body. a plea to escape. an urging to flea. salvador didn’t think he was lacking in smarts, but as the monster turned its hellish, soul-wretching eyes towards him, he felt very much foolish. his legs we- there’s a sudden movement and her bones jump as a reaction. the startlement she feels is violent. this was her secret. this corner, right here. sandwiched between the muggle authors and composers.

onyx eyes peek beneath the feathers of bangs and she sees him. a young man with the aura of azure intellect. his eyes are jumping from title to title as he scans. 

without a thought, devin mouth opens. “uhm!” because the long digits of his fingers are grasping a spine she’s recognized. the tome is one she’s been avoiding. 

how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?☽

HOLIDAY W A FUCCBOI

dane’s head is plastered onto the wooden table of the great hall, opposite to where a great heap of food is laid out buffet style. for once in his life, he’s pleased that the music is played in a soft jazz tune rather than the booming music he’s grown accustomed to, because really, his head feels like it’s barrel rolling off mount everest. how many shots has he had in the span of the entire day? maybe... shit. he can’t remember. he can’t even remember how he got into the great hall, and trying to think surely lands more damage to his already pounding head.

nate’s voice does not make it any better. but is he really going to say that he’s drunk? to nate? no sirree. dane’s head lolls to the side, enough for him to stare directly into nate’s eyes without the force of gravity managing to roll his head back to be planted against the table. the expression that dane’s features morphs into makes it seem like he’s offended, which isn’t too far from the truth. 

“i’m sober.”

alec’s half tempted to turn around and throw a book at whoever it was being so damn annoying, but he manages to convince himself not to especially when it was a ravenclaw who now that alec had paid more attention to the matter was after his attention from the start. instead he tilts his head to the side and blinks a couple of times at the question at hand, a small smile slowly making his way onto his lips before it spreads like wild fire.

now he had a big ol dumb grin on his face. him? being interviewed about qudditch? this was something he’d dreamed off. ever since he was a little boy and had continued to do so because at the end of the day it was his dream, to become a professional qudditch player. he knew it was only for hogwarts but that wasnt the point.

FIVE WORD SENTENCE STARTER!

her first reflex is to scrunch her nose. her eyebrows sewing together, leaving behind ripples in her forehead. her lips pursued, an upside down waning moon. her whole expression reeking from an exaggerated disapproval provoked by the older male.

“whoa there,” she voices with disbelief. her hands hurriedly raising in the space between them. her features shift to display a solemn look. “i only said you looked nice today. the important word to take in consideration is today.” her right-hand side collides against her palm. the motion repeats for the last words for the sake of impact.

It started with a compliment. She had thought the outfit Nate had decided to wear that day looked particularly good on him, or rather, he looked extra handsome in it. She figured that it would be a good idea to let him know, because it is always nice to receive compliments and she believes that people don’t compliment each other enough. She was very set on changing that. So she had told him, that he looked really good, and for some reasons, Nate had replied with…well…with that.

The color of her hair immediately seems to drain away, roots turning completely white and rapidly all the way down to the tips. At the same time her heart stops in her chest. Usually, she has good control over her emotions around her crush. She kind of built a safe system in her head that makes sure her emotions around him are relatively stable, or at least stable enough that she doesn’t end up changing part of herself under strong emotions. It took just that simple question from him to destroy everything.

Does he know? Did he figure out that she has feelings for him even though she has been so careful to not be too obvious about it? And then, just as rapidly as the color left her face and her hair, it suddenly comes back with a vengeance, cheeks turning darker and hair turning a mix of blue tones and white, like troubled water. “N-NO I WASN’T…I’M NOT!,” she exclaims, loudly, and then realizes that she was perhaps too quick to deny it and this probably sounds even more suspicious. Oh god. She can feel her heart hammering in her chest.

“I just…you looked good…I mean, look, present, you look good so I told you…so that you would know…that you look good,” she tries to explain, but the more she speaks, the redder her cheeks get and god, she needs to move away from him and go hide, preferably in her bed, buried under all her blankets until she can get control of her emotions again which will probably take a while because getting over this current situation is not going to be easy.