anyway can we just talk about the way

{{ hey… ive been thinkin abt this lately because i feel REALLY AWFUL ABOUT GETTING STUCK IN EVERY THREAD I TOUCH but like. if we’re writing, and i drop off the map, i think the biggest issue is that…
i dont know what im writing for.

its not such a big deal with people i talk to more frequently; we just end up talking about what happened in a more lax manner and everythings pretty chill from there…
but i suppose when i don’t have a set goal in mind, i tend to shy away or shut down! AND ITS REALLY DUMB OF ME TO HAVE LITERALLY TAKEN YEARS TO FIGURE IT OUT BUT SHUCKS. IM JUST SO SHY THAT ITS RARE I GET TO THREAD WITH SOMEONE AND IM JUST HAPPY ANYONE WANTS TO WRITE WITH ME AT ALL… 💦

but im getting the hint that, like… plotting helps.
and maybe not even plotting! communication in general. if you want something specific out of an rp, its 100% okay to tell me! and maybe i’ll get braver and more thoughtful about what i want out of a thread, too. }}

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Chapter 4, AB Union: A Girls Only Gathering Part 2

[Part 1

t/n this has to be my favourite part of the chap, everyone talking about the boys and their boyfriend potentialness lol ahhh <3 p.s sorry if this a little short of a part!

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Ruby Rose’s Letter

“Hey, sis.

I hope my letters have been reaching you and Dad. I know written stuff has never been super reliable, but… I guess it’s all we’ve got these days. Anyways, in case you haven’t been getting them, I want to say… I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I know you told me it was a reckless idea, and after everything I’ve been through, I can definitely say you were right.

“It’s been hard, hard on all of us, and I’m not just talking about the monsters we’ve fought out here. Every step we made took us further and further away from the things we knew, and every morning, we woke up wondering if just over the next hill would be something good… or something terrible. It’s scary, not knowing what’s going to happen next. And the things we do know now - just how bad it can get - almost makes it all worse.

“You told me once that bad things just happen. You were angry when you said it, and I didn’t want to listen. But you were right; bad things do happen. They happen all the time… every day. Which is why I’m out here. To do whatever I can, wherever I can, and hopefully, do some good.

“We’ve all lost something. I’ve seen what loss can do to people. But if we gave up every time we lost, then we’d never be able to move forward. We’d never have a chance to see whatever beautiful things the future might have waiting for us. We’d never have the strength to change, whether it’s ourselves, or the world around us. And we’d never be there for other people, who one day, might be lost without us. This is what we were training for, Yang - to become Huntresses. To be the ones stand up, and do something about all the bad in the world… because there are plenty of people out there who are still lost, and even more who will try to gain everything they can from their sorrow.

“Believe me when I say I know it can feel impossible. Like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. But we have to try… if not for us, then for the people we’ve already… for the people we haven’t lost yet. 

“I miss you so much. I miss Weiss and Blake, too. But I think you’d all be proud to know I made it to Mistral. All of us did. And we even ran into Uncle Qrow along the way. He’s going to take us to see Professor Lionheart, the headmaster of Haven Academy. And he told us some things you’re going to want to hear - things I can’t trust will make it to you in this letter. But maybe if you joined us, he could tell you himself. With Beacon gone, they’ll need Dad at Signal more than ever. I know you need to focus on yourself before I can expect you to come out with me, but it sure would be great to get Team RWBY back together again.

“Until next time, your loving sister.” 

Pastries, Patrol, and gossip
  • Volpina: Hey, Ladybug, why are the pastries you bring out to patrols always from the Dupain-Cheng bakery? Do you live near there or something?
  • Ladybug: what?! Nooo-
  • Queen Bee(interrupting): I know right, like is it a sponsorship or something because if we need backed up financially I can guarantee at least the support of the mayor.
  • Chat: If it's like that then I'd rather stick with the bakery,I don't eat sweets very often at home. Plus the Mayor can be a little over the top and his daughter's been a bit clingy around Ladybug in the past.
  • Queen Bee: just what are you trying to say?!
  • Chat: that was mostly before you two were here. And anyways I liked hanging out with the Dupain-Cheng's daughter more anyways.
  • Ladybug, Volpina, and Bee: WHAT?!
  • Chat: Not like that, she was more helpful with Akumas
  • Bee: That klutz? No way.
  • Ladybug: Guys, can we please talk about something else?
  • Chat: Jealous?
  • Ladybug(deadpanned sarcasm): yeah, let's go with that
  • Volpina: but seriously why that specific bakery every time?
  • Ladybug: Look, if you have a problem then bring your own food and otherwise, bug off
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  • Later at Marinette's house
  • Marinette: I don't care what Volpina told you Alya, that doesn't sound like any customer I recognize. Now please go tell Chloe to buy something or leave because it's been really crowded since you mentioned that ladybug supposedly picks up pastries to go from here
  • -----
  • Later on patrol again
  • Ladybug: I brought some again but none for you Volpina
  • Volpina: what!? Why?
  • Ladybug: because SOMEONE told the ladyblog where I get food and that place was way too busy!
Finding Closure (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mentions of sexytimes (so I’ll slap a NSFW-but-not-really label on this), flashbacks, mentions of alcoholism

A/N: This is the 2nd part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge.  I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. My heart has an owwie.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 -

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“Harley Quinn?” Jughead read aloud, raising a brow and turning to look at his gang.

“That’s not even the worse one, this ones named poison ivy.” Reggie laughed pointing to the name on the screen.

“Cat woman, no ones gonna mention cat woman?” The redheaded boy barked out, laughing. “So this is what we got? These three are the most dangerous villains in Riverdale City? They all sound like women?”

Jughead, Archie and Reggie were on the hunt, there was trouble in their city. A rival gang was taking territory that did not belong to them and it needed to be stopped, they couldn’t afford to lose key business spots and one of the territories they were losing was the main drug distribution center. That would just not do.

So that brought the three boys here, checking databases and searching for the most dangerous groups to team up with, they could use all the help they could get.
“Being in charge sucks.” Reggie grunted dropping onto the couch “I wish we could just send Chuck and moose or even Adam.”

Archie shook his head “no. This needs to be done right, so we’ll do it.” Jughead nodded in agreement, as Reggie hugged again “whatever, it’s a bunch of girls, how bad could it be.”

Archie entered something into the computer before reading it over, turning to the boys

“I don’t know, but I looked up Harley Quinn, they say she’s crazy, absolutely nuts. Did you know she was the jokers girl before he died?”

Jughead stiffened, he remembered the stories now. Harley Quinn, loyal to a fault, reckless, the definition of crazy, lost her mind when batman killed her boyfriend.

Reggie seemed to come to that realization too and hopped up “that’s right! Poison ivy recruited her right after joker hit the bucket, cat woman joined after. How did we forget about that?”
Archie shook his head “more important things on our mind” he slammed his laptop shut, “well what are we waiting for? Let’s go talk to these girls.”
Jughead had an odd feeling in his stomach, choosing to keep it to himself, he followed after their fearless leader.
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It was an odd place, dark and wet, hidden underneath the city, the doors were heavy metal and they were locked.

“Dude, what are you waiting for? Knock.” Reggie nudged him into the door. Rolling his eyes, he tapped the gun attached to his hip, just in case. He knocked.

Almost instantly the doors swung open, revealing an Asian women dressed in a mask covering her face.
“What’s your business here?” She was sharp, almost painful to hear

“We need to speak to poison ivy.” Jughead said, keeping his back straight.

“No.” just as the woman was about to close the door another voice was heard

“Oh, katana is that anyway to talk to our guests?” A woman dressed in what appeared to be vines and sporting the brightest red hair he had ever seen, appeared in the door way. He heard Reggie practically gulp from his side.

“How can I help you boys today?”

Archie stepped forward now,
“We need to speak to your gang, we would like to ask for your assistance.” He was determined and unphased by her sexy demeanor and intense green eyes. Jughead was uncomfortable, who the hell was this poison ivy?

“ hmm a proposition I suppose? Why don’t you come inside? I’ll grab the girls.” She turned and they followed.

It wasn’t nearly as scary on the inside, there were pinks and purples covering the walls, next to pictures of flowers were machetes and saws, hung in the wall next to cages and guns. Okay maybe it was a little scary.

“Harley! Kitty! Get on out here, we have company. Why don’t you sit?” Ivy motioned to the couch beside them. As soon as they sat, they heard the familiar tick of high heels and a wicked giggle. They all turned their heads and Archie’s jaw dropped while Jughead felt his eyes go wide.

While Archie stared at the raven haired beauty in the skin tight cat suit, Jughead couldn’t keep his eyes off of the blonde with the red and blue tips. She was beautiful in the scariest way possible , her pale skin marred with scars and tattoos, hearts and words, her hauntingly light blue eyes were covered in red and blue eyeshadow and her lipstick was smudged nearly down her chin. Her body was perfect, squeezed Tight into a tiny little tshirt and shorts, her long legs were covered in fishnets and accentuated by the heeled boots she had on. She was dirty, in a positively sinful way, smudges of black and brown covering her exposed skin. He watched as she smiled and her pigtails swung.

She had a bat in her hands, and was swinging it in time to her hair, “well hey there sugar, it’s nice to meet you!” It took him a second before he realized she was standing in front of him, looking him in the eyes.
He quickly looked up “nice to meet you too.” He mumbled out, she just giggled, and hopped over the couch to sit beside poison ivy.

The dark haired girl that had Archie drooling, was much more graceful, she sat delicately on the couch and crossed her legs while Harley sat criss crossed on the couch, leaning her head against the baseball bat and smiling. “What’s up?” She giggled, poison ivy patted her gently on the knee and smiled

“It seems these fine gentlemen have a question for us? You have the floor.” She nudged her head.

Archie finally tore his eyes away from the cat and sat up straight “we need help. There is a gang coming from over in pembrooke city, they’re big and they’re monopolizing all of our ports, we can take on most of them, but we need the extra help, we know how… dangerous you ladies are and we would like to ask for your assistance.”

Cat woman laughed “you want us to risk put lives for you? What would we get out of it?” She practically purred. Reggie answered now “we’ll pay you, good money. It’ll be worth your while.”

Harley was giggling now her eyes still on Jughead “we don’t need money silly, we’re bad guys, what do we need with money?” She was still smiling when poison ivy nodded

“I agree, we need something with more incentive, perhaps you’d be willing to give up one of your hide outs? We’ve been thinking of opening another lair, as soon as the pussycats break out of jail, they’ll need something inconspicuous”

Jughead stared at Archie, they did have the spare hide out in central, looking at him he nodded

“Deal. We have to warn you, this is not a typical gang they’re dangerous and they won’t hesitate because you’re females.” Archie added

Suddenly Harley was sitting next to Jughead, clutching his arm “ you don’t have to worry about us, we’re crazy! that’s what everyone says ya know?” She smiled and as he stared into her eyes, he couldn’t help but see the sadness seeping through. He placed a hand over her tiny bruised one, and smiled gently.

Veronica nodded “you have a deal, do we get to know your names atleast?” She was eyeing the redhead and he wiggled a little under her stare.

“Of course, I’m Archie and this is Reggie.” He pointed to the cocky boy who took Ivy’s hand in his own, “the pleasure is mine.” The redhead actually giggled. “And that there is jughead”
He motioned to him.

Veronica snorted, “what a group of names you all have.”

Archie smiled as they walked to the door
“Please like cat woman, poison ivy and Harley Quinn are any better?”

Harley who was clutching onto Jugheads arm, she giggled wildly. “Those aren’t our real names silly, there are nicknames.”

The three boys stopped and turned to the girls

Poison ivy smiled “Cheryl. Cheryl blossom.”

Cat woman rolled her eyes “Veronica lodge.”

And the infamous Harley Quinn just beamed
“I’m Betty. Betty Cooper!”

“Cause I know I don’t understand just how your love can do what no one else can. Got me lookn’ so crazy right now, your love got me lookin’ so crazy right now.”

Can we talk about the fact that this song define so much their relationship? Anyway, I really tried to draw bum in my art style but Koogi way to draw him is way much better than anything in this world <3 

ye chapter 19 had some effect on me

Please, do not repost my art. Ask first, I don’t bite

anonymous asked:

...I just realized...Actually, neither transgender people nor "non-binaries" exist, nor will they exist. You can feel the opposite sex. You can operate to look like the opposite sex. You can change the shape of your genitals to those of the opposite sex. You can dress with socially designated clothing for the opposite sex. But your set of chromosomes remains the same. You are still female or male. Same, ''non-binary '' people...There are only two genres: Male or female+

+And you are, like it or not, one of them. Why do people insist on that? Why do people insist that you can change something that is inherently impossible to change? You can be homosexual perfectly, because either genre can attract you sexually or romantically, it doesn’t really have to do with whether you feel masculine or feminine, it just has to do with what atracts you. But you can’t avoid being one of the two genders, nor can you change it. You’re still one gender, like it or not. 

I am going to break from my usual sarcastic routine for a moment and answer under the assumption that you are speaking in good faith from a place of ignorance, not as a malicious troll. Judging by your spelling errors, I’m also guessing you are young. Perhaps that is my mistake, but I will offer you some patience that you are unlikely to receive elsewhere. 

First of all, the idea of “biological sex” is really only useful when referring to reproductive capacity. There’s a whole lot more to human sex and gender than that, which I will get into in a moment. 

You may or may not be familiar with the concept of “intersex”. Humans, like virtually all other animals, experience a great deal of diversity when it comes to how sex chromosomes are constructed and expressed. You probably know of XX (”female”) and XY (”male”), but some people may be X, XXY, XYY, XXYY, XXX. These constructions are less common and may be associated with certain complications, but the point is: XX and XY are not the full story, nor some unbreakable rule. Even having “typical” chromosomes is no guarantee of physical development - some people with XY chromosomes develop typical “female” characteristics, including breasts and vaginas, because their bodies do not respond to androgens to a greater or lesser degree. These people may go their whole lives believing they have XX chromosomes. Others may have XX chromosomes, but will not develop wombs and will have typically “male” sexual traits. Still others may develop traits that are “in-between” and resist simplistic classification as “male” or “female” - ex., both functional ovaries and testicles. Some people are even intersex chimeras, possessing DNA that is both XY and XX after the in utero absorption of a fraternal twin’s genetic material. One cell might be “male”, another “female”. I’ve read estimates that as many as 1 out of 100 people have an intersex condition. Common? Well, enough so that rigid, “opposite” understandings of sex are just plumb wrong. 

Importantly, intersex and transgender are not the same thing. Some intersex people do ID as trans, and many of the hormonal and surgical treatments they may seek are the same. 

“Sex” describes several very different things: chromosomes, genitalia, secondary sexual characteristics, and the physical structure of brains. Sex chromosomes, as I explained, are not completely correlated with physical expression. Genitalia exist on a spectrum of size and functioning. Secondary sexual characteristics, such as hair, breast tissue, voice pitch, and skin type, are dependent on hormones. Brains are where it gets tricky - while there are sexual differences between brains, they’re extremely variable and it’s currently impossible to determine how much of that is genetic, hormonal, or affected by social conditioning. 

A transgender person will not be able to change their chromosomes, but they are able to affect the other aspects of sex. Someone with XX chromosomes, who does not have an intersex condition, may take testosterone treatments that will deepen the voice, increase body and facial hair, create male-pattern hairlines, develop muscle, lengthen the clitoris, redistribute fat, halt ovulation and menstruation, and affect the womb and vagina. The hormones will also affect the structure of the brain, whether or not the individual had a “male”-typical brain before treatment. Someone with XY chromosomes who embarks on an estrogen/androgen-blocking treatment will experience fat redistribution, breast growth, possibly lactation, minor voice changes, changes in hair density and texture, halt production of sperm and ejaculate fluid, decrease erectile tissue, shrinking of testicles, ect. They may also develop more “female-typical” brains. 

(Related note: external genitalia is developed in response to in utero sex hormones. Ovaries/testes and clitoris/penis develop from the same tissues.)

I want to take a brief moment to talk about a couple of non-human animals, because neat biology facts is kind of my thing, I guess. Honeybees effectively have three genders: drones, males used almost exclusively for sexual reproduction; workers, genetically female but infertile bees which do typical “bee stuff”; and queen bees, which are the mothers of the hive and spend their lives laying eggs. A queen bee and a worker bee are genetically identical - queen bees start off as regular worker larvae but are fed an exclusive diet of royal jelly to induce their sexual development. Very, very rarely, a worker bee will have ovaries just barely developed enough to allow for reproduction under extreme and unstable circumstances, laying only a small handful of unfertilized, genetically male eggs that occasionally live to become drones. It does not make sense to classify honeybees as either “female” or “male”, because genetics end up playing a smaller role than environmental factors.

Also…. chickens! Many cities allow backyard chicken coops, but specifically ban keeping roosters within city limits due to them being noisy nuisances. Most urban coops contain only hens… that is, until one spontaneously becomes a sterile rooster. A hen may slowly transform by growing spurs, a large comb, crowing obnoxiously, and becoming protective of the other hens, and even trying to mate with them. Despite having the DNA of a hen, it becomes a rooster in every way that counts to city officials, your neighbors, and other chickens. (There are many other species that can change sex and become fertile/virile, but I wanted to talk about chickens ‘cause no one else does.)

ANYWAY. At the very least, I think we’ve established that the biology of “sex” is complicated, and perhaps you now understand why “gender” is a separate-but-related concept. If “sex” refers to a mess of DNA and physical traits, then “gender” describes social and mental phenomena. Because we straight-up just invented society and norms, “masculinity” and “femininity” are highly subjective terms and their relationship to biology is… the subject of thousands of years of debate. Really. But we’re social animals, so social constructs are “real” in a certain sense. We are constantly training each other to behave in certain ways from the moment of birth - enforcing some things, discouraging others, molding and influencing each other with cultural expectations. What that means to us depends on the unique cocktail of biological and social experiences of each individual. We are not currently able to give a definitive scientific answer to “why” people are transgender - not that there’s one universal Transgender Experience, anyway. We do know that it’s nothing new, and that we are currently living in an era where science and technology can provide realization to all kinds of needs and desires with relative ease and safety. People’s business is their business. Ultimately, we are little more than neural jellyfish, floating briefly in a sea of mystery. Instead of being afraid of and condemning what we don’t understand or empathize with, we owe each other patience, compassion, and respect. 

Fragments - Part 8

Word Count: 3488

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of being roofied? 

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“Y/N!” Donna beamed so bright her smile could light up the night sky.

You smiled and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I uh…I got your message and I thought since I was close I’d stop in…unless it’s a bad time…”

“Never a bad time for you, get in here!” She practically pulled you inside, yanking you into a bone-crushing hug. “Dean called and said you were alive, I didn’t believe him, but here you are.”

“Here I am.”

“So…wanna get blingo’d, eat a buncha junk food, and have a girl’s night?”

“God, yes.” You smiled. “I see why we’re friends.”

Donna opened her home to you and let you use her shower while she ordered all kinds of take out. She laughed it off when you told her you had no idea what foods you liked best and said she’d take good care of you. You trusted her in that regard.

You walked out of the bathroom, your hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels you’d stolen. Donna gave you a knowing smirk as you sat down next to her on the couch, peering into one of the takeout bags. “That’s Dean’s. Smells just like ‘em.” She laughed. “You take it or did he give it to ya?”

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Unsent: Jughead Jones X Reader (Part Four)

Part 4: More Than Just A Rough Patch

Part One Part Two Part Three

All you wanted was to recover from the day before, but Veronica had different plans.

Words: 1,441

Warnings: THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOMEONE WITH A LOW SELF ESTEEM, you are all lovely people who should feel good about yourselves but for some reason you have dangerously high insecurity this may be too emotional to handle. I don’t want to be the reason your day is ruined. <3 swearing, more of that emo angst.

Hey you guys, part four is here. I want you guys to know I don’t want you to feel misinformed, I tagged the first part as fluff and this story is taking a bit of a different turn. Without spoiling it may or may not become fluffy again, but for now that is not the case. I hope you still enjoy, lots of love <3 - Juggie xx

Thursday morning was the start of a bright, new day in Riverdale. Yesterday your spirits were stricken, but you and Jughead had plans for tonight and nothing was going to stop you from bouncing back and restoring the happiness in your friendship. Besides, nothing could make matters worse after yesterday.

Jughead met you at your locker before school, and gave you his signature lopsided grin when he saw what you were wearing. “Good morning (Y/N), like the shirt.”

You rolled your eyes at him; that was the final nail in the dress coffin. “Why? ‘Cause it’s not a dress?”

“No.” His smile became more sincere and you felt as if time stood still as you looked into his eyes. “It just a feels a lot more like you.”

You two stood gazing into your each other’s eyes for a more few seconds and you swear you saw him peek down to your lips for a moment. “Jughead, I-”

The bell ringing interrupted you as he laughed and looked away, “We better go, we’ll get detention if we’re late again.”

This had kept you on edge all of English. Would you have confessed? Did he feel the same way? You weren’t sure, the entire class he acted like that moment hadn’t happened. You hoped with all your might he would want to continue that special moment during lunch.

And that’s where you found yourself now, the student lounge with your friends during lunch. However, when you sat in here you would usually sit next to Jughead on a couch, but Veronica and Betty had beat you to it. You had no right to be mad though, he technically wasn’t yours. Taking a seat next to Archie you greeted your friends.

“(Y/N)! How did your try out for the Vixens go?”

“Oh, I decided not to join.”

Archie looked puzzled, “I thought you said you had reconsidered yesterday?”

“Yeah, well,” you looked over at Jughead who was looking immersed in conversation with Ronnie. You turned back to Archie trying to hide your curiousity. “Someone changed my mind.”

He kept talking, you would respond every now and then with a 'yeah’ and an 'oh definitely’ but you couldn’t stop yourself for sneaking glances at Jug and Veronica. Betty had left the couch they were all three sitting on so it was just the two of them now. V slowly brought her hand up and put it on Jughead’s arm and you felt all the alarms going off in your head, 'she taught me to use that move on him’. He didn’t seem displeased, just kept going on about whatever it was there were discussing.

But then she leaned towards him and said something in his ear. He looked uncomfortable but laughed anyways, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. Why? They almost looked like a couple now, so close. Was she doing this because of what you had said yesterday? Because you had voiced your insecurity compared to her?

She suddenly kissed his cheek and popped up to wonder off, and although he looked perplexed it didn’t matter. You felt betrayed. He wasn’t your property but she knew how you felt, how could she do that when she knew how you felt? You felt a tear slide down your cheek as Archie’s voice brought you back down to reality, “(Y/N)? What are you thinking about? Are you alright?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah sorry I wasn’t focused.” You give a small nod and smile as you stand and approach Jughead.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

Letting out a weak laugh, you give him a sad smile and wipe the few tears away. “I’m alright, today just isn’t the best. I’ll have to take a rain check on the movie tonight, sorry.”

You turn to walk away but he stands and grabs your wrist, not roughly but enough to stop you. “(Y/N), you can talk to me. What’s bothering you? We can talk about it later if you wan-”

“Jug, don’t bother showing up.” You shook your hand free then left. If she wanted him, fine, because yesterday he made it clear he paid more attention to her anyways. You felt the tears coming on again, more ferociously than before. You made your way to a bathroom to give yourself the time and privacy you needed to cry, he’d been making you do that a lot lately.

'It’s alright though, I’ll just have to give up on falling in love with Jughead Jones.’

After school he made his way towards Veronica before anyone else in the gang could get to her. “We need to talk.”

She flashed him her brightest smile, “Hey Juggie.”

He only offered a furrowed brow, “What the hell was that during lunch?”

V only looked taken back for a moment before recovering, “What was what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, all the damn flirting. I don’t understand though, anyone can see you have feelings for Betty. Were you trying to make her jealous?”

“Keep your voice down!” She quickly scanned the area to make sure you or Betty weren’t around, “I wasn’t trying to make Betty jealous, that’s ridicu-”

Jughead rolled his eyes, “Stop trying to pretend you don’t like her.”

Looking down at her feet she admitted, “Yeah, I do.”

“So if you weren’t trying to make her jealous what were you trying to do?”

“First of all, there is no making Betty jealous. She does not feel the same way about me, and what I did today was for a friend who needed a push.”

“You wouldn’t know unless you asked her, this makes no sense!” He paused, realization hitting his eyes and Veronica feeling the panic well up within her. She became very afraid she had exposed your secret. “Unless..”

“Unless what?”

“Unless Betty likes me?”

“Betty doesn’t like you, Jug.”

“Then what the fuck were you doing during lunch then? Why do it?”

She exhaled dramatically then slammed her locker shut. “Just drop it Jug!”

She had stormed away but he followed hot on her heels, “I can’t! This obviously involves more to do with me so how about you drop the bullshit and spill it?”

She whipped around suddenly, making him stop, “Fucking drop it!” This time when she went to escape he didn’t follow, instead he merely sighed and ran his hand through his hair after removing his beanie in frustration.

From Juggie: (Y/N) let me come over, tell me what’s wrong.

Unsent: I can’t tell you what’s wrong.

From Juggie: I really need to talk to you.

Unsent: I need to talk to you too but I can’t right now. I hurt so much but I can’t let you know you’re the reason why. I don’t want you to feel my pain too. That wouldn’t be fair.

From Juggie: Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? (Y/N)?

Unsent: It’s not your fault you’re not in love with me too. It’s not your fault I’m not what you want.

From Juggie: It’s fine, please just know you can vent to me whenever you want. Your secrets are safe with me and we both know I am capable of handling your fears and sadness and your anxiety. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember.

Unsent: I want to be more than just your friend Jug. I want to fall so madly and deeply in love with you and I want you to do the same with me, but I’m scared. I don’t have the confidence. I cannot thank you enough for everything you have done for me but I can’t talk to you right now. I can’t.

From Juggie: Please talk to me tomorrow.

From Juggie: “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” - Oscar Wilde. Good night (Y/N).

Unsent: I’ve been myself for all these years and that didn’t work for you, it didn’t make 'us’ work. I’ve been waging this war inside myself for so long about being myself and changing who I am if it would work for you, if it would make you fall in love with me. All I want is you Jughead Jones the III. You’re all I want. And I thought if I had to change who I am to become all you want that’s what I’d do but it’s too hard for me. I can’t do it. I’m sorry. I am just so torn right now, so I can’t talk to you. I’m so fucking sorry.

Unsent: Good night Jughead, I don’t want to fall out of love with you.

Unsent: I love you Forsythe.

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Beside You- Luke Hemmings Imagine

Summary: Luke and (Y/N) have always had feelings for one another, but were always to blind to see it. Thanks to some help from the other boys, and the music video producer for the boy’s latest song, the feelings between the two are easily discovered.

A/N: This is one of my longest imagines I have done, but I wanted to say thank you to all of those who have followed me, I have now reached over 100 in the short time that I have started this blog. It would really mean a lot if I could get some comments about my writings, so if you have a quick second, leave me a little note! 

P.S. Possible part 2?

“You want me to what” you asked incredulously.

“We want you to be in our new music video” Ashton said with a large grin.

“But aren’t you supposed to get super hot models for these sorts of things? Even with a make-up crew I won’t look half as good as those type of girls” you said with a frown.

“Will you stop (Y/n), you are one of the most beautiful girls we know.” It was Luke who spoke this time, his voice was soft, sincere, and possibly one of the most serious tones you have ever heard him use.

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you break your eye contact with the boys and look to the floor. The boys can tell that you’re thinking of other reasons why you shouldn’t do the music video, but for once your mind was blank.

“Fine, I’ll do it. I mean it’s mainly going to feature you guys anyways, right?” you said, mainly trying to convince yourself. “What song is it for anyways?”

“Now that’s a surprise. But don’t worry you’ll see tomorrow when we start filming.” Calum chimed in. Your mouth opens in protest but closes shortly after realizing there is no way the boys would give it up.

The rest of the day consisted or you just hanging out with the boys as they talked about how great their tour was. You watched carefully as each of their eyes lit up while talking about some of their favorite memories. As it grew darker, the boys started leaving one by one until it was just you and Luke.

Luke was undoubtedly your best friend. He has been there for you for every hard time. Whether it was when your dog died when you were 13, or when you were being bullied in high school. He was your rock, and dare you say, your knight in shining armor. However, you never told him how you felt, for fear that he doesn’t feel the same. Of course, all the guys knew, but they also knew something you didn’t: Luke felt the same.

Once all the guys were gone, you and Luke just sat next to one another in a comfortable silence. The warm summer breeze touched your skin as you gazed into the night sky.

“Hey Luke, since it’s almost tomorrow anyways, can you tell me what song the music video is for, or at least what we will be filming?” you ask giving the puppy dog eyes.

“You are so stubborn, you know that right?” he says through breathy laughs.

“Come on, pleaseeeeeee” you ask.

“Honestly I don’t know that much myself. I do know what song it is, but that’s about it.”

“Oh come on, you are totally holding out on me!” you insist. You sit so that you are facing Luke, each of your small hands on his shoulders so he can’t turn away from your gaze. “Just give me something to go off of.”

“Alright, well it’s for our new song called Beside You, and I think there are other three more females joining us on set. But that is about all I know” he confessed.

Your hands leave his shoulders as you try and think as to what you will be filming tomorrow. Unfortunately, you haven’t gotten to listen to all of the boy’s new album so you didn’t know the meaning behind Beside You.

“I can see the wheels turning, but I guarantee you it’s nothing to worry about. You’ll have a blast. Promise” he mentions while holding out his pinky. You intertwine your pinky with his and shake them, something you have always done ever since you were little.

“Okay Lucas, if you insist” you say with a laugh. “Well it’s getting late so I’m going to head off to bed, got to get my beauty sleep for my filming debut tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I should probably head out too. Don’t want the star of the video to look like crap” he says giving a wink.

Before even thinking, words left your lips that you wouldn’t usually say.

“Why don’t you just spend the night” you say quickly and quietly, hoping that Luke may not have heard you. But when your gaze met his, you can tell he heard your question. “I mean, it will just be like when we were younger. Just don’t hog all the blankets this time.”

“Alright, yeah if that’s alright with you. It would be nice to not have to wait for a cab to get here, and that way you and I can just drive to the studio together in the morning.”

The two of you walk up to your bed room, laughing and reminiscing in old times the whole way up. Sure, at first you’d be nervous that this would be awkward, but the moment you both were laying in your bed it felt like old times. You two stayed up for a few more hours just talking about everything that came to your minds. As your eyes grew heavy, you snuggled into Luke’s chest, while soft hums escaped his lips as you drifted off to sleep.

“She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you” he lightly sings. This is exactly where Luke had longed to be, with you fast asleep in his arms. He never thought you looked more beautiful, even with a bit of eyeliner left on from earlier in the night, your hair fallen onto your face, and soft snores escaping your lips. All Luke wanted, was to be beside you.

********************

The loud beeping of your alarm woke you up. Bright light was shining through your curtains as you notice that your head is still on top of Luke’s chest. His eyes were still closed, typical Luke, not waking up easily.

“Hey, butt face, wake up.” You say while poking his nose. His face scrunches as his eyes flutter open trying to adjust to the brightness. “Come on sleepy head, get up!” A groan escapes Luke’s lips as he is adamant about staying in bed. “Alright you asked for it” you begin as you take a pillow and smack it onto his face.

“That’s not even fair!” he protests.

“Then get up sleeping beauty” you say while landing another hit on him.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet between the two of you. You each quickly showered and then drove off to the studio. The entire ride over you kept insisting that Luke play the song for you, so you have an idea of what to expect, but the stubborn boy kept refusing.

As you walked into the studio you saw the other three boys standing next to three gorgeous girls. You immediately felt insecure and Luke could sense the shift in your attitude. His arm ran across your shoulder as he guided you to where the group was standing.

“There you guys are, you were supposed to be here nearly a half an hour ago” Ashton said.

“Sorry but princess Luke takes forever to wake up” you said while rubbing your hand through Luke’s hair. He playfully swats your hand away, all while still keeping his arm around your shoulder.

“Well since you guys are late, the director already assigned parts.” Michael mentioned.

“What do you mean” you question.

“Well, if you can’t tell there are four girls and four guys, so we are being divided into pairs. Calum is with Shelly, Michael is with Kristen, I’m with Morgan, and so Luke and (Y/n) you’re obviously together.” Ashton answered.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be filled in more while they are doing your hair and make-up” Michael said.

Shortly after talking with the boys, a crew came to take you and the other girls to hair and make-up. You got to know the other girls better and it turns out they weren’t uptight models and actresses that you expected them to be. All the girls were very down to earth and had their own hobbies and interesting life stories.

“Okay ladies, so here’s how today is going to work” the direct said as he entered the room. “You are going to hear the song a few times right now before we start filming, just so you can get a better feel for the song, and then you each will be taken to your own set with the boys and film your stuff there.” As he left the room music began to play. The lyrics were beautiful and you could tell they came for the heart.

“Miss (Y/n), are you alright?” the makeup technician asked you. You hadn’t even realized that the song has played 3 times already, and now here you were with tears falling down your cheeks.

“Oh yeah, sorry, the song just means a lot” you say with a weak smile.

After you were finally done getting ready for filming you were lead to a set of a kitchen. When you walked in you saw Luke in a similar outfit to you which consisted of plaid pajama pants and a black V-neck. Your outfit consisted of pajama shorts and a grey t-shirt.

“Wow (y/n) you look amazing” Luke says as he pulls you into a hug.

“Thanks” you answer shyly.

“Alright, Luke and (Y/n), so here’s what I’m thinking. So, all of you guys have your girlfriends and each pair has their own thing going on. Your scene is that you guys just woke up to make some breakfast with one another. But don’t just be boring and go through the motions, you aren’t just cooking. Basically, we are showing how each of the couples are before the life of fame and touring takes the guys away. So you two are supposed to be in love so that’s what we need to see. There’s going to be more to the video, but let’s just focus on the emotions in this part first. And just remember the cameras aren’t here, just be how you two normally are together, okay?”

“Sounds good” Luke chimed in.

To say everything felt awkward was an understatement. Neither of you two were entirely sure what to do, and it didn’t help that there was a crew of at least 10 people focused on you. Once the director said action, you each tried to act as naturally as possible. You went and grabbed a box of pancake mix and asked Luke to grab out a pan. You start reading the instructions and pay no attention to Luke who is standing right next to you.

“Alright umm let’s cut for a moment” the director said. “Luke, (Y/n), you guys are best friends, just act like you normally would, okay? Don’t be so dry and pretend none of us are here.” The two of you nod your heads in understanding. You don’t know why this was so hard for you and so awkward. You’ve literally known Luke your whole life and are best friends, so why can’t you just have fun with this scene.

“And action” the director says.

An awkward silence fills the room as you and Luke go through the motions for making breakfast for the two of you once again. You try and reach for a bowl on a shelf but come up just too short. Looking to Luke for assistance, he comes over with a small laugh, and is easily able to grab the bowl. When he sets it down on the counter in front of you, you become fully aware of how close he is to you now. His breath is hitting your neck as you stand there for what feels like an eternity.

“Cut” the director yells. “Alright team here’s what we are going to do. Let’s set up two cameras on tripods in separate corners, and then let’s place two more in other locations. Then we will step out, and you two can just be alone and do what you do best. I just feel like we aren’t getting anything from you guys and so I’m hoping this will help.” The camera team quickly moves around the room setting up multiple cameras in various locations.

“I’m sorry I suck” you say softly to Luke.

“You don’t suck. Trust me, my first music video was super awkward too. Don’t worry, by the end of filming it will look great, and soon every director will want to star you in their video” he says with a wink. The rest of the camera crew clears out so now it is just you and Luke on set. Before they left, the crew turned on some music to play softly in the back ground.

“Okay so I’m totally going to try and make pancakes, and so you better help me” you say with a smile.

“Sure just direct me around and we will make the best damn pancakes you’ve ever had” Luke replies.

“Okay so first we need two cups of flour” you say as you read the directions. Luke listens and scoops out two cups of flour and pours them into the bowl.

“Hey (y/n)” he asks.

“Yeah?” You turn around to face Luke only to be met with flour being sprinkled on your head.

“Oh, you are so dead” you say with fake anger. Taking your hand, you reach into the bag of flour only to smack your white hand across his clean black shirt. Luke let’s out a gasp of fake hurt as his face lights up with a smile.

To stop you from doing more damage he grabs each of your wrists and raises them above your head. You two just stand there for a moment, the only sound coming from the music the crew turned on. Before you had a chance to fight back, Luke’s lips crash to yours.  As the kiss grows deeper he removes his hands from your wrists and moves them to your waist. He carefully picks you up and places you on the counter, placing his body in between your legs. Your hands make their way through his hair as you two have yet to stop for air. A soft chuckle escapes from you as Luke’s fingers unknowingly tickled your side.

“We should still try and make some pancakes too” you say through kisses. This time it was Luke who laughed at your comment. After he nods his head in agreement he helps you off the counter, keeping his hands on your waist.

The two of you continue to make pancakes, sneaking kisses in every chance you get. Luke follows each of the instructions you give him, and is surprised when he sees that the finished result actually looks delicious. As you two sit and eat, Luke tells more embarrassing jokes of the boys from tour. Everything is perfect until you hear a loud voice that you didn’t expect to hear back so soon.

“There’s my two favorite love birds” the director jokes. “Well we definitely got the footage we needed from the two of you together, so now there is just a couple of individual things we need to get today, and then it should be all done. So (Y/n) why don’t you head back to hair and make-up so they can clean you up a bit. Luke you’re going to meet up with the guys. Once again great job, and Luke I had no idea you were such a great actor.”

“Thanks” Luke says with a laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re a Rockstar I guess.” The moment Luke finishes speaking you feel your heart break a little bit. Of course, Luke was just acting, he’d never be into you like that. You walk away, trying to contain yourself from crying, until you hear Luke call your name. You take a moment to compose yourself and put on a happy façade for when you speak to him.

“Hey (y/n) I just wanted to say you did a really great job.” Luke says while flashing a smile.

“Thanks, looks like you should consider acting more yourself” you say with a weak smile. Before either of you could say anything else a crew member comes and pulls on your arm to get you back into the dressing area. A small sigh escapes Luke’s lips as you leave, wishing he could have gotten to tell you what he has been trying to say.

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After you finished filming you went straight home, not bothering to talk to any of the guys. Today had been a long and trying day and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. When you go and check your phone you see 8 missed calls from Luke and a handful of messages.

“Great” you mumble. What could he possibly want? Sure, you didn’t directly let him know that you were leaving, but you told Ashton to pass the word. You were drowning in your thoughts of the day’s actions until you heard a light knock on your door.

“Shit” you mutter. You didn’t really feel like answering the door, and had silently prayed that whoever was on the other end would just go away. But to your dismay, the knocks got increasingly louder and more adamant, as if that person needed to get inside right now. With shaky hands, you take a deep breath and open the door.

“Luke” his name comes out as more of a question from your lips as you’re surprised at his arrival.

“I’m really sorry” his shaky voice says. You make room for him to come inside but he just stays where he is. Your gaze keeps to the ground because you know if you look into his eyes your walls will come crumbling down. “(Y/N) I wasn’t acting” he stated plainly.

“What?”

“I wasn’t acting” he said. And with that said Luke closes the gap between your bodies and places his lips onto yours….

 

Part 2?

forgotten-pumpkinpie  asked:

Hello!! I'm looking for a few super fluffy, cute enough to make you gag but still want more AUs that take place in a coffee shop, library, or book store!! Please and thank you :)

i think i can help you with that!

this post is going to be a bit long so i’ll divide it into two parts :)

library/bookstore aus

coffee shop aus

  • i tell myself that i come here because of the coffee but really it’s just because of the barista that works here every morning
    • heck, i don’t even like coffee
  • by god this is the most awful cup of coffee i’ve ever had but you looked so pleased with yourself when you handed it to me and now i don’t have the heart to throw it away
    • so yes, i am going to down this entire coffee and i am going to like it
  • you come in here practically every day and we chat quite a lot but i feel awful because i still can’t remember your name yet i can remember your order off by heart
    • i change my name everyday because it’s adorable whenever you ask for my name and it’s not what you expected you have a little look of surprise mixed with disappointment and it’s the best thing i’ve ever seen.
  • we’re both on our computers doing work and i hadn’t really taken any notice of you until you randomly airdropped a document onto my computer saying; ‘can i buy you a coffee sometime?’
  • i was having a really bad day and my patience was practically non-existent at this point, unfortunately you messing up my order was the final thing to make me snap. 
    • and yes, i did just start crying in the middle of an overcrowded coffee shop. 
      • “here, let me get you another coffee and we can talk about it if you want.”
        “…okay.”
  • i keep putting cheesy pick-up lines on your cups but i don’t think you realise because you’ve never said anything back, that was until one day i put my phone number on your cup and i actually got a text from you later that day. 
  • you were my favourite barista at the coffee shop and we’d always talk on your shift, you sometimes mentioned in passing how if we talked to much your boss would fire you - of course, you said it in such a joking way that i assumed it was just casual humour. that was until when i arrived one morning and saw you weren’t there, instead you were waiting for me in the coffee shop but not as a barista, as a customer.
    • “i got you fired! i’m so so sorry! how can i repay you?”
      “seriously, don’t worry about it. i never liked this job that much anyway.”
      “… can i at least buy you a coffee?”
  • instead of going out for dinner, we go out for coffee instead
  • you come in at least two times a day and it’s getting a bit worrying, you seem so on edge all the time and the amount of caffeine you take in can’t be healthy. 
    • i changed your order and gave you decaffeinated coffee instead
      • i looked over at you when i tasted my coffee as if to say; “why?” but you just smiled sincerely and i feel as if my heart just exploded 
  • did you seriously just order tea… at a coffee shop
  • im the new barista and you’re my co-worker, you’re the best barista in the shop and i didn’t believe it until i tasted your coffee and holy shit, how is this humanely possible?????? teach me your ways !!
  • ive never been to a starbucks before and i have no idea what any of this means and the people behind me are getting kinda annoyed, could you help me out??
    • “that makes no sense, ‘venti’ means twenty in italian not large”
      “i’ve been working here for five years and i think about this everyday don’t worry.”

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Youth // Jung Hoseok

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the prompt: could you make a Prince Hoseok fanfic? It’d be nice if it were fluffy (Hobie’s been getting all up in my feels as of late) but I have nothing specific in mind. the au i based this scenario off of: i’m in an arranged marriage but i’m in love with the sibling help

words: 3056

category: fluff + minimal angst

author note: hobi is always in my feels ngl. he’s just so happy and handsome and can we talk about the fact that hobi is the definition of husband material? my sister and i talk about that a lot. anyway, enjoy!

- destinee

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10 things that i love about you:

1. you listen to my words more often than i do, you teach me to be careful by not what i say, but how i say it

2. we can be doing nothing, but you’d swear this is everything, in this very moment, this is where you want to be and you know what? it’s such a silly and cliché thing, but it’s hella cute

3. i can make no sense at all, but you’ll swear that it’s the funniest thing. you see, a sense of humor like yours– the world needs your kind of lightness. like pressed roses saved forever, you make a garden of who i am feel safe again

4. if my heart is an origami, then you have turned me into a thousand paper cranes made from the sweetest love poems, i love you stamped with your lipstick into each one

5. you don’t know about happiness most days, but when you do, i swear i’d keep that smile safe anyway that i can, there are many ways as to why i love you, this is just one of them. because life isn’t always about being happy, it’s about properly dealing with your sadness too. you taught me that.

6. we are a million miles away, but you make the stars feel closer

7. we don’t talk every single day, but when we do, it’s like we resumed from where we left off, an eternal pause in your favorite movie, we’ll return to a state of carefree and i need that after a long day

8. your way of loving someone is constantly being there, your friends love you in the same way that i do. you’re there for everyone and it worries me, because if you’re there for everyone, who’s there for you when nightfalls? when your heart breaks and the tears fall, who puts it back together, who dries them from your face? you love people, you genuinely love people. and i admire that rare quality.

9. a promise is a promise is a promise is a promise. and loving you is just another shooting star waiting to grant wishes.



10. you say that my scars are a map for future lovers, a chipped heart is just a cave and their kisses are torches that light where i cannot see. so just in case if i’m ever lost because i have damaged them or them to me, i’ll always find my way back to you.
—  listening to unfold by alina baraz & galimatias
Second time out/back from seeing Beauty and the Beast **SPOILERS ABOUND**

(aka bear with me b/c this review is a week and a half late and I can actually comment on stuff I loved throughout it. It might end up being long af so I’m sorry in advance bc I talk about when everyone got cast too. This is probably filled with typos.)

PPS: I am the minority who loved it deeply, and don’t have nothing to complain about. Except a few words on the group of people who sat beside me tonight and would not shut up during Evermore and the transformation scene aka MY MOST FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS EVER)

So lets get down to it. I LOVED this movie the first time I saw it. As I have stated numerous times through tags. Ill be real here I was skeptical as hell about this being turned into a LA remake. But as the casting was announced my worries went away completely?

BECAUSE JESUS CHRIST WHAT A FABULOUS CAST! I don’t even know who to start with honestly? All of them ARE JUST SO GOOD???

We’ll just start with the most obvious choice (and the one who had the most flack after being cast)

And that is the absolute wonder and light of my life DAN FUCKING STEVENS

BECAUSE THIS GUY. OMG. ANYTHING HE DID IN THIS MOVIE JUST…BLEW. ME. THE. FUCK. AWAY??? And I’m just so grateful and forever indebted to him for bringing quite possibly the best reinterpretation of the Beast/Adam to life. Like honestly the Beast is my favourite character ever he has been since I was 5 and I just…NO AMOUNT OF WORDS COULD DESCRIBE IT. (actually I have TONS of words and i’ll get more into this later) but I’m moving on for now.

Emma Thompson I love Emma T so much I have since forever and she’s so charming and soft hearted as Mrs Potts. Say what you will about the accents used in this movie I loved that she was English….

And Luke Evans I knew about him prior to this and vaguely, through watching him in The Hobbit and that god awful movie version of the Three Musketeers (same can be said for Dan, b/c before I watched some of his other stuff I had only know him from Night at the Museum 3)

Anyway…

Luke brought such a great energy to this character and I loved how Gaston started out as an okay dude but slowly dissented into his villainy? The way he portrayed this was astounding b/c as soon as the script called for the change up he handled it with such ease? And wow I just love Gaston so much in this movie.

Josh Gad we gotta talk about FUCKING JOSH GAD I’m not getting into the knitty gritty of things since its not my place to comment on such but I LOVED HIM IN THIS ROLE SO MUCH MORE THAN I LOVED HIM IN FROZEN? He’s so hilarious.  AND HIS LINES WERE A+++

He just brought so much classiness to LeFou and he just made him so likable?  and the fact that HE FOUGHT TO KEEP IN THE SNOWMAN GAG FROM THE ORIGINAL VERSION. I honestly hope they give me all the deleted scenes from this movie.

FUCKING EWAN MCGREGOR AND SIR IAN MCKELLEN AS COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE I just WOW WHAT A GREAT ACTING COMBO (aka all ive ever wanted from the remains of my dull life.)

AND AUDRA MCDONALD AS GARDEROBE AND STANLEY ‘ACTUAL KING OF EVERYTHING HE IS IN’ TUCCI as a sassy piano THAT WAS LITERALLY CREATED FROM SCRATCH FOR HIM? (more on these two later as well because omg they are everything to me and stole my heart??)

AND KEVIN  FUCKING  KLINE omg I loved him so much in this movie just PERFECT honestly.

I’m trying to keep this short so I can move on to my next bunch of thoughts. And not just yap about the casting. (Bullet points listed below, bc I’m getting into the changes) And to begin:

THE SCENARY AND CGI IN THIS MOVIE WERE FUCKING ASTOUNDING? I DIED? IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, say what you want about what the beast looked like. Dan Stevens exhausted himself entirely for 2-3 months just to make the beast into a computer animated caricature. AND I LOVED THE ANIMATION ON THE CASTLE STAFF? I also really loved the backstories for everyone it just filled in so much that I found lacking in the original. Just everything that filled in all the plotholes were A++

  • THE PROLOGUE and it being narrated by the ENCHANTRESS.(Side note: I loved the technicalities and consequences with this new curse)
  • DAN STEVENS GRACING ME WITH HIS FAB TALENT AND NOT SAYING A THING DURING SAID PROLOGUE AND JUST LAUGHING EVILLY AND YET FLAWLESSLY GETTING THE POINT ACROSS THAT THE PRINCE BEFORE MEETING BELLE WAS AN ABSOLUTE PANSY ASS DICK? Also him in the black get up with the black swan make up?? a lookTM
  • THE CLOSE UPS OF GARDEROBE AND CADENZA AND THEIR LITTLE DOGGO FRU FRU BEFORE THE CASTLE IS CHANGED INTO OBJECTS?? THE FACT THAT FRU FRU IS THEIR DOG?  
  •  THAT WHOLE OPENING SEQUENCE IS INTENSE AS HELL
  • Omg when Gaston stepped on Belle’s cabbages THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 KIDS THAT GASPED. It made me smile omg.
  • When Maurice and Phillipe were heading out of town and in the woods heading to the castle. One child was like “aww look at the horsey” I mean…
  • WHEN MAURICE IS IN THE CASTLE AND MEETS CHIP everyone laughed like honestly I was blessed with actually being a a cinema room full of people that laughed and reacted to stuff b/c last week when I went there were crickets, some child mad an off hand comment later on in the movie when Beast invites Belle to dinner and he does the smileTM I kid you not I heard “look his tiny teeth” I love his tiny fangs so much hes just so awkwardly endearing altogether.
  • OKAY OKAY OKAY SO WHEN BELLE HEADS UP TO THE CASTLE TO FIND HER DADDO AND SHES AT THE CELL IM PRETTY SURE THEY PLAY THE SCORE TO EVERMORE? its like lowkey but I NOTICED IT AND IT WAS GLORIOUS.
  • all the songs in this movie and the additional lyrics woven into the film added 30 years to my life.
  • THE WHOLE “GASTON” NUMBER WAS FABULOUS AND EVERYTHING AND MORE ITS BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL VERSION THAT WHOLE MOMENT WHEN THEY BREAK TO CLAP AND STOP ON THE TABLE AND THE FACT THAT THE SCORE FOR THAT BIT SOUNDS LIKE A CAVALRY CHARGE AND THE WHOLE “SAY IT AGAIN” BIT AFTER THE “I USE ANTLERS IN ALL OF MY DECORATING” LINE.
  • BUT LIKE THERE IS MORE BECAUSE OMG THEY GAVE COGSWORTH STUFF TO SING DURING “BE OUR GUEST” INSTEAD OF JUST “SOMETHING THERE”. LIKE THE ONLY OTHER TIME HE SINGS IS IN THE ORIGINAL DURING “HUMAN AGAIN” I love the flawless smooth transition from SIR IAN MCKELLEN belting out the COURSE BY COURSE bit of that verse and Ewan being like ONE BY ONE immediately after? honestly I always fist bump during that moment when I listen to the soundtrack. AND THE WHOLE NUMBER IN THE MOVIE IS JUST SOO GREAT. I love my crotchety old clock and dramatically extra candlestick. the best BROTP.
  • Ok, so the people I sat beside started laughing during little Adam’s part in Days In the Sun and omg I was off hand annoyed because it ruined my chance to start the water works even though I still cried.
  • BEAST TRASHING ON ROMEO AND JULIET WILL FOREVER BE ICONIC to me I LOVE WELL READ BEAST SO MUCH I’m tired of the ‘but I wish he would have stayed illiterate’ statements.
  •  EVERYONE. AND WHEN I SAY EVERYONE I MEAN EVERYONE ERRUPTED INTO LAUGHTER WHEN BEAST HAULED THAT BIG ASS SNOWBALL AT BELLE’S HEAD.
  • ALSO any time Beast gave Belle his little smiles??? they were so pure and cute
  • So seeing this movie a second time the yellow dress discourse is quiet frankly ?? to me I loved it AND I LOVE THE FACT THAT DAN STEVENS MADE THE BEAST UTTERLY DISTRESSED OVER ASKING HER FOR A DANCE IN THE BALLROOM? (THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS)
  • LIKE…I JUST LOVE HOW MUCH LIFE AND PERSONALITY AND 3 DIMENSIONALISM HE GAVE HIM B/C I WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS PORTRAYAL UNTIL IM DEAD AND IN THE GROUND.
  • Which brings me to the make up scene everyone laughed and I almost could not stop laughing at the scene change.
  • Emma Thompson’s version of Beauty and the Beast is so wonderful. I love it.
  • THE FIRST TIME I HEARD EVERMORE IN THE MOVIE I WAS STUNNED INTO SILENCE AND JUST DAN STEVENS AGAIN GRACING ME WITH SUCH RAW EMOTION AND TALENT. SIGH I JUST LOVE THAT WHOLE SEQUENCE, I WOULD HAVE LOVED IT EVEN MORE HAD I BEEN REALLY INTO THE SECOND TIME SEEING IT BUT ALAS THE PERSON BESIDE ME WAS LAUGHING AND I WAS JUST LIKE… RUDE. HONESTLY THOUGH THE PAIR OF PIPES DAN STEVENS HAS HE HAS SUCH A BEAUTFUL RANGE AND WHEN HE SINGS ANGELS DESCEND FROM HEAVEN, AND JUST THIS WHOLE FUCKING SONG GAVE ME THE LAARGEST EARGASM THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT. LIKE HONESTLY GOD BLESS ALAN MUSICAL GENIEUS KING MENKEN
  • Honestly everyone is at war against whether Josh or Dan’s version is better and I just prefer Dan’s version so much. I found Josh Groban’s version too slow even though he sings like an angel too.  
  • tt.tt  THE MOB SONG and the castle staff going up in arms was always my fave in the 90s version. And it did not disappoint.

Bullet points are done I am heading into paragraph summarizing my thoughts on the last 30-40 minutes. BECAUSE THIS SHIT WAS UNREAL, and HARROWINGLY DARK. AND I LOVED THESE CHANGES FROM THE ORIGINAL.

THE WHOLE CASTLE TURRET CHASE SCENE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I HAD MULTIPLE HEAR TATTACKSTHE FACT THEY SWITCHED UP THE HUNTING KNIFE AND REPLACED IT WITH A PISTOL that moment when the Beast gets shot oh god.

Like when Belle comes back and sees the Beast and he literally SHOUTS OUT HER NAME I am crying?? and deceased?? and then he gets shot 2 more times honestly this was equally amazing and heartbreakingly brutal.

And let me tell the whole concept of the castle actually breaking apart as the petals fall, that is just such a neat spin and I love it.


So like I said I found the twist with the curse fascinating because in the original the only thing it focused largely on was the Beast, Mrs Potts, Plumette, Lumiere , Cogsworth and FruFru. I LOVE THAT THE MOVIE CEMENTED AND ROUNDED ALL OF THE CASTLE STAFF AND GAVE THEM A LARGER SPOLIGHT THAN IN THE ORIGINAL LIKE THE CASTLE STAFF MAKES UP HALF OF THE CAST/CHARACTERS FOR THIS MOVIE. For the past week and a half people have said why was the inanimate scene so long and drawn out? Because the castle staff are the greatest and the only family the Beast has besides Belle that’s why… the end. Also I ship the hell out of Cadenza & Garderobe, Plumette and Lumiere AND MR AND MRS POTTS OMG.

THE WHOLE INANIMATION SEQUENCE HAD MY ENTIRE SOUL IN SHREADS, IVE ??? NEVER?? CRIED??? SO MUCH IN MY LIFE??? LIKE LUMIERE HOLDING PLUMETTE IN HIS ARMS AND SETTING HER DOWN GENTLY AND MRS POTTS NOT BEING ABLE TO GET TO CHIP AND CHIP ALMOST FUCKING BREAKING BUT THE COATHANGER CATCHING HIM THE LAST SECOND AS HIS SAUCER BREAKS?  CADENZA AND GADEROBE REUNITING AND HER TELLING HIM THAT HE IS BRAVE JUST BEFORE SHE FADES AWAY AND HIM BEGGING HER NOT TO LEAVE HIM?? I MEAN THAT IS THE TEXTBOOK DEFINIITION OF PURE AND UTTER DEVOTION RIGHT THERE FRIENDS.THE SADDEST THING ABOUT THEIR INANIMATION SCENE IS THE FACT THAT THEIR DOGGO FRU FRU BECOMES INANIMATE BETWEEN THEM. COGSWORTH AND LUMIERE SAYING GOODBYE. NEED I SAY MORE.

BUT THEN THE TRANSFORMATION SCENE HAPPENED AND I COULD NOT BREATHE I LOVEED HOW THEY FILMED THIS SCENE AND HOW EMMA AND DAN PLAYED THIS SCENE. NEVER IN MY LIFE WILL I LOVE ANYTHING AS MUCH AS I LOVE THIS SCENE.

Everyone is like “well why didn’t they say anything?”

I LOVED that HE DID NOT NEED TO SAY ‘BELLE, ITS ME?”

this iconic masterly filmed sequence only needed to be filmed with sheer BODY LANGUAGE, VISUAL EXPRESSIONS AND EMOTIONS COMING FROM BOTH DAN AND EMMA AND I JUST AM ASTOUNDED? EVERYTHING THEY FELT COULD BE SEEN BY THE AUDIENCE I FELT THAT SHIT DEEP IN MY SOUL AND IVE ANALYZED EVERYTHING LEADING UP TO THE KISS. FROM THEIR LOOKS OF DAZED WONDERMENT AFTER BEAST TURNS BACK INTO A HUMAN, AND HIS LITTLE HUFF OF RELIEF AFTER HE INTIALLY TURNS AROUND AND FACES EMMA, TO DAN’S HEAVY BREATHING, BELLE PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR AND HIM THREADING HIS FINGERS THROUGH HERS IN TURN? THE FACE TOUCH AS SHE IS LOOKING FOR ANY SIGN THAT THIS IS INFACT THAT GUY SHE LOVES?? (HONEST TO GOD THAT SHOT OF DAN HE IS ALREADY A BEAUTFUL GUY BUT HOLY HELL HE LOOKED SO GOOD IN THIS SCENE) THE CLOSE UP SHOT OF HIS EYES. HER RELIEVED LAUGH AND THE IMMENSE GENTLE CAUTION BETWEEN THEM JUST BEFORE THEY KISS AND THAT GIANT ASS INHALE DAN TAKES AS SOON AS THEY MAKE CONTACT ALSO MENTIONING THE FACT THAT ONCE THEY DO KISS HER HAND MOVES FROM HIS CHEST TO HIS WAIST.

THIS WHOLE SCENE IS LITERALLY THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF THE PATRICK STEWART ACTING GIF

I LOVE THIS KISS SO MUCH HONESTLY ITS MY FAVOURITE DISNEY KISS.

The best was when they all became human again and reunited and were left with parting gifts from the curse. I laughed out loud when they showed Stanley Tucci with no teeth. 

UGH AND THE LAST SCENE WITH CADENZA BEING SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SMILING AS THE WIFEY IS SINGING again.

EMMA AND AUDRA singing the final number omg the whole coronation dance scene was everything. 

AND JUST THIS WHOLE MOVIE IS FABULOUS AND I NEEDED THE DVD TO BE RELEASED YESTERDAY.

Albus Severus Potter

Sirius: *jumping up and down* Is it a boy? Is it a boy?

James: Pads, it just came out of the red head mate. Literally a second ago. It’s a potato at this stage.

Lily: *screaming* IT’S A BOY!

Sirius: OOOOOH wee little Remus is born.

Remus: *rolls his eyes* You don’t know that Sirius.

James: No he will want to have the whole package, he’s Remus. 

Lily: I hope it’s Remus, he’ll be a well-behaved, smart kid then. James Sirius is a nightmare, he’s like you two combined, I didn’t think that was possible to be honest, I thought if your personalities encountered it would explode but here we are.

*James and Sirius high-five*

Remus: I’m very honoured that you guys think he would name him after me but you forget there’s already a Remus in Harry’s family: Teddy.

Sirius: Fuck that. He doesn’t use it, this one would. 

James: He’s right, it’s gonna be awesome. If we get a Lily next time we’ll have everyone.

Lily: Everyone except Marlene, Mary–

Sirius: *smiling* Marlene would rather shoot herself in the head before she lets anyone name their kid after her.

James: Besides Harry didn’t know them, love.

Lily: Yeah you are right, I wish he did.

*Harry names the kid Albus Snivellus Severus Potter*

Sirius: Is this a fucking joke to you Harry? Is it?

James: Lils? Tell me he didn’t name my bloody grandson after my arch enemy. Tell me he is fucking with us.

Lily: Oh no I’m pretty sure he did.

Remus: Told you guys it wasn’t going to be Remus.

Sirius: *face-palming* You did but I thought that it was one of your “I’m not good enough for this” shit. 

Remus: No, I am good enough for this shit, I just knew he wouldn’t name him after me.

James: How did this happen?

Sirius: At least one of them could have been sensible you know. I will call him Snivellus Jr.

Lily: *points a finger at Sirius* No you won’t.

Remus: Don’t talk about sensible names. Your name is Sirius Orion. You as a whole, including your name, are not sensible.

Sirius: Your name is Werewolf McWerewolf, so shut the fuck up.

Lily: What’s up with wizards and weird names any ways?

James: It’s meant to show that we are different than Muggles, that we are somehow superior because we are, for example, named after constellations. *Sirius stares, James grins* It’s just an example Pads. Anyways my parents didn’t like that idea so my name is very sensible.

Sirius: *Lily stares at Sirius* Mommy dearest was an interesting person, don’t ask. Can we go back to the fact that Harry named his son ALBUS SEVERUS?

Remus: There’s not much you can do about it.

James: I find comfort in the fact that he’ll use Albus.

Sirius: I’m afraid if the next one is a girl, he’ll call him Narcissa or something.

Lily: Don’t be so dramatic about this.

Remus: You sometimes forget that you are talking to Sirius.

Lily: Oh, my bad.

James: So, how long will they wait before the next one?

Lily: JAMES!

James: What? They are not getting any younger. I mean they can have 7 children and form their own Quidditch team and–

Lily: No.

James: I trust red head on this.


You can read James Sirius Potter here.

so no we can’t talk and I know that I know that I know that but my hands still shake when I think of you with her and my heart still aches when I think of you touching her.
so maybe I should block you so I can’t reach out because if I reached out you’d only push me back down because every card I’ve ever fuckin owned was in your hands and you still picked her so
now you’ve got her.
and it can’t be both ways, anyway. we can be civil and
act like we never talked way too extensively about fucking but
it’s not like we’re gonna be friends, you know?
it’s not like we can talk like we talked and maybe next time I’m drunk I’ll give you a call and I can talk and you can listen and act like you’re mad but maybe just this once you won’t be because
you miss how it was but then you’ll whisper that you have to go and when you hang up you’ll roll over and put your arm around her and
i’ll probably throw up on the side of the road again and
try to forget all about you when I sober up in a bed that never had you in it but still felt empty when you left.
—  if you’re reading this let me know– lily rain
The Breaking; Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 3,667

A/N: This is an idea that has been bouncing around in my head for literally months now. Some of this is based on my own experiences and I think it is one of the hardest things I’ve ever brought myself to write. It is incredibly personal to me and it was difficult as hell to get these words out. I didn’t really proof-read it since it was so hard for me to write and read over. I’m incredibly glad to be done with it since it was so taxing on me emotionally to write it. 

Warning: ANGST, heartbreak, Maybe some swearing? (I don’t really remember) Panic attack


“I’m breaking up with you.”

The words hung in the air but you weren’t entirely sure that you were fully processing them.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Every single one of your nerves was on edge. You never knew a feeling like this was possible. Fear and confusion flooded over you so violently, you questioned if your body could physically handle it. Those five words. Those five words were taking up all the air in the room. At that moment you thought those five words may be the last words you ever hear.

“I’m sorry… what?”

“I’m breaking up with you. I have to do it. I’m so sorry.”

You waited. You were expecting more of an explanation that never came.

“You have to do it but you’re sorry? That’s it? Can you at least tell me why?”

“I’m not good for you. I’m going to end up hurting you eventually and I can’t let that happen.”

Confusion. Fear. Confusion. Fear.

Your heart was pounding at a level you didn’t think was humanly possible or medically safe.

“Remus, you’ve been nothing but good to me. What the hell are you talking about? Talk to me.”

“No. No. Y/N, I can’t.”

It kept going back and forth between the two of you and to say you were feeling frustrated was an understatement. He wasn’t giving you any clear answers. He wasn’t explaining. He was like a robot that only had four programmed phrases.

I’m not good for you.”

“I’m just going to hurt you.”

“I can’t.”

“No.”

Your blood was pumping all throughout your body and overtaking all of your senses. Screw denial, you were moving straight on to anger. The feeling settled into the core of your stomach and you couldn’t stop yourself. If your boyfriend insisted on ripping your heart out 3 days before your anniversary, then you figured you at least deserved a legitimate reason for it.

“So, this is it? It’s over just like that? We build a relationship together. We practically have a whole life together and now it’s just done? I’m just supposed to accept it without a clear explanation? “

“It’s too complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me. Help me understand!”

“I can’t. It’s just better this way! Do you think that I want this? Do you honestly think that I am enjoying this? This- It’s killing me. I want you to be happy and safe and the only way to make sure that happens is by ending this before-“

You cut him off.

“-Before I get hurt. Yeah, I know. You keep saying that but it’s such bullshit, Remus. I am happy with you. I feel safe with you. You tell me that you need to do this so that I will be safe but you won’t tell me what I’m going to be safe from. I don’t understand how yesterday we were in this very same room, happy and in love but now- you don’t want anything to do with me anymore?”

“No- I do. I want to be with you more than anything. Please I need you to know that.”

“I don’t know if I believe you. It doesn’t sound like you want to be with me. I thought everything was going well. I- I don’t understand. Has this relationship just been one-sided this whole time?”

“No, of course not. Sweetheart, please don’t think that I don’t love you. I do love you. I love you.”

“Then why isn’t that enough?”

“It isn’t enough because I can’t live with myself. It’s better for you if I end this.”

“Does this have something to do with the fact that you keep sneaking off with your friends every month but none of you will ever tell me where you go? Is there another girl or something? Is she prettier and smarter than me? Is this the part where you tell me that you cheated on me but it’s okay because it didn’t mean anything?”

“No! I would never do that to you! Do you honestly think that low of me? I love you, you know that. Do you honestly think that I’ve just been faking my feelings this whole time? This is killing me and I have gone over it again and again in my head and it always comes to this. Believe me, if there was any way that I could stay with you and keep you safe I would have found it. I wanted so desperately to find a way to make this work but it can’t! What hurts me the most is that you honestly believe that I would hurt you like that. Do you seriously believe that I would sneak behind your back and see another girl and then look you in the eyes and lie about it? You’re seriously telling me that you think that I would jeopardize our relationship like that? Not only that, you thought I was going to tell you that it didn’t mean anything! You thought that not only was I throwing away everything we ever had but that I was doing it for someone that I don’t even care that much about. Accusing me of that is low, ridiculous, and wrong.  I would never do something like that and you know it.”

The worst part was that you knew he was right. You may not have understood why Remus was insisting on breaking up with you but you knew deep down that he would never cheat on you, especially with someone he didn’t have serious feelings for. You were angry, confused, and hurt. It just came out.

“No. You’re right. I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t. I’m just trying to understand. You tell me that you love me and that you want to be with me but you can’t. You’re not even giving me a choice. I don’t know what I did wrong. Why are you the only one that gets a say in this? Why is it your right to decide the fate of our relationship? You’re not even giving me a chance to talk this out with you; you’re just shutting me down.”

“That’s because there’s nothing to talk about! I should have known that this relationship- that any relationship I pursued- would be doomed to fail. I knew we wouldn’t have a chance, I knew I would just hurt you but I was selfish and I wanted to be with you anyway. I can’t be selfish with you anymore. I have to let you be happy and safe without me. There isn’t a way we can both win. I can either be in love with you or I can let you be happy but I can’t do both.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You had been in this room for several minutes with him going back and forth and yet you still felt like you didn’t understand the situation at all. What you did understand was that you didn’t have a boyfriend anymore. You understood that your boyfriend was planning on breaking your heart from the beginning. While you were so sure that this would be the great love of your life, he was certain that the two of you never stood a chance at all.

“I will never understand how you can look me in the eyes and tell you love me but then turn around and say that we were doomed to fail. Fine, Remus, you win. You want to end this relationship? It’s over. We’re done. Now you can run off with your friends every month without worrying about what lie you’re going to tell me when you get back. I swear sometimes it felt like you were so distant that I forgot you were there at all. Why did you even bother to love me at all if you were so sure we would never work out? You’re right, Remus. You are selfish. It was selfish of you to give this a chance and let me fall in love with you even though you always knew you were going to hurt me. It was selfish to let me fall so safely into the arms of a man who never had any intention of keeping me. You were willing to take the risk of breaking me just because you were curious about what a little taste of me would be like. No. Fuck you, Remus. Maybe you’re right. Maybe there’s someone out there that will love me better than you ever will. Maybe I can go find him now that you’re done holding me back.”

“Y/N-“

You didn’t have the energy to stick around to hear the rest of his sentence. You needed to get out of that room now.

By the time you made it back to your dorm it suddenly dawned on you how foreign the room felt. Over the months of your relationship with Remus you spent most of your nights in his dorm. You couldn’t really even remember the last night that you slept between your own blankets but you were certain, at this point, that it had been months. Remus never seemed the mind the countless nights you spent in his room. At first it would just happen randomly. The dorm was too cold and you wanted to snuggle up next to him, or you had a nightmare and you wanted his comfort. He welcomed you with open arms every time. At that point it had become so common for you to stay there that the boys considered their dorm to practically belong to you too. You loved sleeping in Remus’ bed. It was warm and the pillows carried his scent even when he was physically away.

Your own bed felt cold. It felt like it had been collecting dust from how long you had been away. As you tried to make some sort of home in between the foreign fabric of your bed, it hit you. This was your only dorm now. There would be no more crawling back to Remus’ strong, warm arms when some bump outside your window startled you awake. All you had was yourself now. You would be responsible for warming up your own skin. You would be responsible for slowing down your own breathing and making your own eyelids heavy with sleep after a night terror. Remus didn’t want you anymore; you weren’t sure he ever did. You weren’t sure when the tears began falling but now they were practically pouring out of you. You thought they may never stop but the thing about crying is that even though in the moment you feel like it may never end; eventually your body tires itself out. It’s as if your mind takes pity on you and whispers, “sleep now, child.” While the tears of hurt dry on your soft skin.

You weren’t doing well. Despite the fact that your bed felt foreign to you, you found refuge in it. You didn’t go to the great hall to eat with everyone else. You didn’t go to classes for a while. Your friends brought you some food and took notes for you, all of which you were grateful for.

Remus was a wreck. He had become so used to you sleeping by his side that without you there he didn’t sleep much at all. He tossed and turned in his bed constantly. Some days he seemed jittery like he had too much caffeine. He would run his fingers through his hair and nervously bite his nails. He couldn’t seem to sit still either. He just wanted to be alone most of the time and as much as the boy loved learning, he hated being in class these days. He just couldn’t seem to focus. He would bounce his leg up and down and wiggle in his chair like his ass was on fire. He was on the edge of his seat ready to jump up and leave the moment the teacher was finished. Other days he would space out. He would barely eat and would only contribute yes or no answers to conversations. On the day of your anniversary, he actually went to your room. He stood there with his hand curled up in a fist, ready to knock, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He hurt you. He hurt you. You had always been loving and kind. He always considered you to be the most real and honest part of his life and he hurt you. Now he was left standing outside your room like an idiot scared to death on what was supposed to be a beautiful night for the two of you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love you. That was the thing that he hated the most. He actually let you walk out of that room believing that he never cared about you at all. He couldn’t help but beat himself up over it. This was entirely his fault after all. With each passing day of your relationship he realized that he needed to tell you about his   lycanthrope. It loomed over him like a dark cloud approaching nearer and nearer every day. He couldn’t help but be terrified at the prospect of you leaving him. He was horrified that your looks of adoration would turn into wide-eyed gazes of fear. Not telling you terrified him even more. He hated the idea of hurting you during the full moon. As much as he tried to tell himself that he could never hurt you, he didn’t trust the werewolf side of him and he knew it was far too risky. Just because he didn’t want to hurt you doesn’t mean he wasn’t capable of hurting you. He clearly proved that with the way he treated you the other night.

Time seemed to be moving at an odd pace for you. Some days it was like a speeding bullet, other days it felt like a slow drip. Weeks had passed and you were starting to feel somewhat better. You weren’t fully over Remus, but the days felt easier. You managed to get yourself out of your own bed and actually spend some time in the common room. Some days you managed to convince yourself that you were fine. You start your morning out feeling confident that you don’t need or want him. You smile more. Some of the smiles are even genuine. Some nights you feel thankful that the heartbreak doesn’t feel unbearable but rather, just on the brink of it.

Then there are days like today. Today you couldn’t get him out of your fucking head. You spent weeks upon weeks believing that you might be finally over him and doing a pretty good job at convincing yourself that you were. But sometimes, he would come creeping back in. You couldn’t even remember what started it this time. Maybe it was the song you were quietly humming under your breath all morning that reminded you of him. Maybe it was the butterbeer you were drinking. Remus always loved to drink butterbeer. All you knew is that one minute you were okay, and the next, you were thinking about him. You thought about the music he loves. The conversations the two of you used to have. The things he used to call you. You thought about the moment you started talking to each other and the moment you stopped. I couldn’t stop thinking.

You thought about how he wasn’t with you anymore. How you couldn’t call him “my boyfriend” anymore. You started wondering if he had found someone else. You wondered if he was with her right now, having conversations that mirrored your own. You thought about him wrapping her up in his arms, the two of them shyly flirting with one another and her laughing at the things he would say. It felt like your mind was forcing you to replay your relationship with another girl in your place.

That was when your chest started to ache and you were fighting to breathe. You poured out your butterbeer and started pacing trying anything you could think of to distract yourself. It was useless. Every layer of your mind kept revealing thoughts of him.

So you went to a different room. You tried to read but you couldn’t focus on the words and the stories weren’t engaging enough. Every song you could think of to quietly sing reminded you of him. You thought about going to see some of your friends but you didn’t think you were in any kind of state to hold a conversation with anyone.

You wanted to dig your nails into your skin. You wanted to pull out your hair. You wanted to scream. You just wanted to get him out. You just couldn’t stop thinking. You were thinking about how his name used to light a fire inside of you and now it just leaves you feeling hollow for days. You sat on your bed and thought about how much you hated that he still had this power over you when you were worried that you hadn’t even crossed his mind at all.

You kept thinking, “If he wanted to be with you, he would have been.” This is what you got so used to telling yourself over the last few weeks. You shouldn’t have to force it. You shouldn’t have to beg for someone that doesn’t want to stay. You shouldn’t have to make him want you; he should want you on his own. You try and try to tell yourself that if he were really worth holding on to, then he wouldn’t have let go. But you knew there would always be this part of you that felt like you somehow fucked up. There will always be this part of you that felt like you weren’t good enough.

So you push these thoughts into the back of your brain, you breathe, and you try to heal. You tell yourself that you can’t look for healing and happiness in the same place that you lost it. Maybe you need to find love in your solitude. You have to want to spend the rest of with yourself first. That will always be easier said than done, but it doesn’t change the fact that it needs to be done.

But until then, you’re left doing this. You’re left trying to cry the heartbreak out of you. But maybe you won’t be able to do it. Maybe the heartbreak will always be there. Sometimes it will hit you in the middle of the night and you will bury yourself into your pillow and won’t sleep for five hours. Maybe it will hit you like it did today, in the afternoon, with a heavy heart and a cup of butterbeer.

Maybe that’s how you will heal. Maybe you’ll heal by accepting that the heartbreak will always be there, no matter how much you want it to just fucking leave.

“Remus, we’ve been over this! Y/N is not going to think that you’re a monster!”

James and Sirius has been trying to talk sense into him all night, but just like his fight with you it was going nowhere.

“What makes you so sure? Why wouldn’t she? That’s exactly what I am!”

“No you’re not!”

“Yes I am, Pads! Look it up! ‘Once a month, at the full moon, the otherwise sane and normal wizard or muggle afflicted transforms into a murderous beast. Almost uniquely among fantastic creatures, the werewolf actively seeks humans in preference to any other kind of prey.’ Have you never read a textbook?”

Sirius fell uncharacteristically silent at these words.

Remus was about to apologize for his outburst towards his friend when James jumped in.

“You are not a monster, Remus. You are a person that transforms into a creature that some might call a monster because of an incident that was beyond your control but that doesn’t make you a monster. Not all monsters do monstrous things. You’ve never hurt any of us during a full moon. If you truly were a monster you wouldn’t continually put others before yourself. If you really were a monster you wouldn’t go to such great lengths to protect your friends and the ones you love. And if you really were a monster you sure as hell wouldn’t be freaking out this much over the idea of hurting Y/N. In fact, if you were a real monster you would probably find pleasure in it.”

“No-No I wouldn’t- I could never-“

“I know, Moony. That’s exactly my point. You could never hurt the people you care about. We all know that. You really think Y/N doesn’t know that too?”

 

Remus stood there again with his hand curled into a fist in front of your door He told himself over and over again that he could do this. His knuckles connected with the door at the same moment that he heard sobbing and sniffling from the other side. His body felt frozen as he heard shuffling from inside the room. Remus scrambled to hide as he heard you making your way to the door. He was able to catch a peak of you when you opened the door. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were tear stained and he swore he never knew it was possible to feel a hurt as strong as this. You looked around with a confused expression but ultimately went back in and closed the door.

The words of his friends kept ringing in his ears.

“You could never hurt the people you care about.”

But James was wrong.

If you really were a monster you sure as hell wouldn’t be freaking out this much over the idea of hurting Y/N.”

He could hurt you. He already did. Those tears and red eyes were his doing. He caused this.

“In fact, if you were a real monster you would probably find pleasure in it.”

Those words rang the loudest of them all.

Just to put some closer.

I did report to the owner of El Paso Comicon, and guess what. Instead of taking my report and accepting it whether they liked it or not like any professional individual/company would do, he decided to argue his side of the story and completely disregard half of my report to him. Despite that the way he went about it was professional speech, he was immediately on the defensive. 

The reason why? I know, it’s because that head supervisor of his.

is his wife. l:V 

So basically she can get away with anything and be in the clear. absolute bull. 

Also turned out, talking to other venders, this woman has had similar issues with other venders in the past. figures as much. 

So of COURSE that happened. whatever.


but anyways. we are just trying to move on from the subject I guess. I did all I can do for my friend. I’ve been in a situation before too where I’ve been wronged strongly, and had no apology or justice for it, such as at PCC last year the head manager of the convention center, and the policeman that was escorting him, (the building, not the convention itself) told me I couldn’t play my violin and collect tips, which I understand, even though it kinda pissed me off being as I had done so for the past three years just fine, and when explaining I had paperwork to do so on the premises, before I could finish my words, the police man began to point the finger, literally yell, and threaten me on so many things, and forced me to move to a different location all together. I was both infuriated and on the  verge of tears. So I know what it’s like to be in this kind of situation and it’s horrible. but none the less. 

Thank you everyone SO MUCH for the support of my friend and myself. it all means the world and makes things a little less terrible.