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“Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.” - Zelda Williams

Robin Williams - 21/7/1951 - 11/8/2014

Mystic Production

Welcome to Mystic Production! A Youtube channel featuring a group of people with a multitude of talents!

This alternate universe where Mystic Messenger characters band together to form a YouTube channel was inspired by the many amateur production teams on YT. For my sake and selfishness, many things have been changed from the original timeline because what’s an AU if everything is the same, right?

Introduction,

Mystic Production was originally called RFA (Rika’s Fashion Assemble) that was started by Rika and V as a sort of makeup/fashion vlog channel but, inspired by the hidden gem, Zen - who later joined her team, Rika wanted to delve into short skits and they needed more people as it grew to include other things.

The name Mystic Production came about from a very early skit where they tried to fit as many mystical puns into a 10 minute video and the fans made it a meme and they laughed for 3 days before adapting it.

Rika and V were originally the face of the channel but Rika stepped back to get treatment as well as focus on fundraising efforts for the channel and other PR stuff. V naturally followed to care for her. Although their appearances in videos have dropped significantly, their hard work are still felt throughout the production. They are Mystic Production’s Mom and Dad.

Jumin is their producer of sorts. He has a full-time job as C&R’s director but due to V’s wish to include him, he provides funds if needed (that will later be refunded over time) and joins the production meetings whenever he can. Rika and V values his unique ideas even though he often clashes with Zen. He sometimes drops in for random videos so he became Mystic Production’s Easter Bunny (or Easter Kitty as Seven likes to call it)

Jaehee is a full-time Mystic Production staff. She handles script writing, timetable, casting, prop making, set building and lots of other stuff. She rarely appears in videos outside of behind the scenes and special group sessions. Despite that, she is mentioned a lot in the video because of how hardworking and amazing she is. She is Mystic Production’s Brain.

(brief reminder Canon In-game Jaehee DOESN’T need glasses and only cut her hair because it was a requirement to be Jumin’s assistant - thus this appearance)

Zen is their main actor. He is in all their skits and is the current face of the channel. Despite how the channel makes it out to be, theater and musical is still his major occupation. He sometimes appear on Makeup Monday to show theatrical make-up tutorials. Absolutely no fans believe that he’s still single. He is Mystic Production’s Casanova.

MC is the newest member of the team and taking on Rika’s place as the female face of the channel. She is nice and playful and adapted very easily into the team. Outside of skits, she helps Jaehee with props and does most of Makeup Monday. She is Mystic Production’s Sweetheart.

Seven and Unknown dabble mostly in the background. They handle the sensitive equipments and help edit the videos. On Friday Nights, they will hold a Gaming Night with Yoosung where they post a video in which they review and discuss about a game while they play it. Seven also sometimes appear on Makeup Monday to do character cosplay make-up tutorials. They are Mystic Production’s Twins.

Yoosung is Rika’s cousin who is still in college. He appears in Skit videos as an additional character. He mostly is part of the background team, helping with lighting or sound. He is the main face of Gaming Night and even has his own personal channel for Let’s Play series. Because of his bright personality and being the youngest, he is Mystic Production’s Maknae.

Vanderwood is an extra hand Seven can somehow summon whenever they are in need of extra help. He never appears outside of behind the scenes videos and never tries to interact with the camera. He is dubbed Mystic Production’s Ghost.

The channel posts content 4 days a week, Make-up Monday, Short skits on Wednesday, Gaming Night on Friday and a compilation of behind the scenes on Sunday. Every last Saturday of the month, they will hold a group livestream to help raise funds for several causes.

There are moments where several members appear in videos outside of their main one like Zen teaching Yoosung to put on makeup or Jaehee and MC try to play Resident Evil while Seven is laughing like a madman in the background. The most memorable one is when Jumin plays as MC’s protective father refusing to give Zen MC’s hand in marriage because Zen ‘doesn’t respect cats enough’.

All in all, everyone has a great time and is happy. That’s all I ask from this Youtube AU done for Aurora weekly challenge.

This may have had a horrible execution but I thought a lot about this, as you can see from the wall of text. Wish I had more time to do gifs but oh well. Hope you enjoyed this and big kudos to you if you’ve read this far.

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The “my little random moments of pleasure” series:
Most disarming and softest cotton ball: 13x02

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Shelter - Remus Lupin x Reader (contains smut)

Request: would you ever do a PoA Professor Lupin and student y/n smut imagine?? If you can’t, then that’s okay! I absolutely love your work and if you’re not comfortable with writing it, then that’s absolutely fine ✨

Warnings:  This is a PROFESSOR Remus imagine that contains smut. It’s perfectly legal since the reader is 18. However, if you do not like the idea or feel comfortable with it, please don’t read this. Just scroll past it. (I have to tell you though, that there is nothing wrong with relationships with an age difference-personal experience.) .Other than that, my English and the smut part, which is not the most graphic smut I have written. (under the cut)
Image and gifs aren’t mine/ Credits to their original owners. 
Word count: 6k+
MASTERLIST

You knew you were in for a hell of a year since the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn’t know why or what but you knew… your last year would be a year to remember.
You had missed the Sorting Ceremony, again. So, you went to your dorm and settled things down while you waited for everyone to fall asleep. You would then sneak to the kitchens and grab something to eat. Naturally, you were in for a surprise, but of course, you had no idea.
After a while, it was late enough for you to go unnoticed. You had quickly found the pear and tickled it, transforming it into a door- knob. You smiled to yourself. You had found your way around the castle without that ridiculous map that the twins had stolen from Filch’s office. You knew every single secret passageway and every single corridor-you knew Hogwarts. You were friends with them, with all of the Weasleys. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you had briefly dated Charlie. Even though you had realized that you were better off as friends after a while. You had bonded with the twins over Quidditch and pranks. You had tried to make them study-it had ended badly; your hair had gone pink, the color you hated the most, for a week.
You crept inside the kitchens, and almost immediately were greeted by the kind house elves.
“Hello, Miss! Welcome back!! What can Bloom get you, miss?” one of them asked you.
“What have I told you, guys? It’s just Y/N” you smiled warmly at them. They just shrugged it off and started preparing only Merlin knows what. At some point, you were worried about the amount of food they were piling up, so you just stopped them, reaching for the chocolate bar that was right before you.
“Um, guys… Chill. I think I’ll just grab some chocolate and-” but before you could finish off with your sentence you heard a low cough like someone wanted to make their presence known, coming from behind you back. Oh, no. You slowly turned around, ready to face the music-and probably Snape and detention- only to find a very, very, disturbingly young man, looking at you, rather amused.
He had a beautiful face no matter his scars, that under the dim candle light illuminating the room, seemed to be soft and strangely attractive. He must have been in his early thirties, you thought. Oh, shit. He has to be your new DADA professor. He was your teacher? Great.
“Hello” you said sheepishly and lowered your gaze, but not for long. You found yourself way too captivated by his kind eyes to look away. You saw him fighting a chuckle.
“It’s past curfew, miss…” he trailed off, not really reprimanding you. You smiled and all your confidence had rushed back in.  You were never the coward one.
“Y/L/N. Oh, I know” you said, raising an eyebrow in emphasis. You liked challenging people. Not too much but just enough. Which seemed to be the case here as well. He was slightly surprised at your answer. He thought that you would apologize and rush out of the kitchen. But there you were, sitting on the table, opening the wrapped chocolate bar, answering back completely nonchalant. He stayed silent for a couple of seconds while you hadn’t even dreamt of breaking the eye contact you held with him. His eyes.
“You do realize I could give you detention, Miss Y/L/N, right?” he asked you. You could tell that he intended to be strict but it didn’t exactly work. Instead, his tone sounded playful and a bit… provocative. You jumped off the table, walking over to him-it wasn’t your fault he was standing near the door.
“But you won’t” you said steadily while piercing his eyes with your intense gaze. He was taken aback by your boldness. You chuckled lightly.
“Goodnight… professor” you bid him goodbye, sending him a wink before you walked out.
Oh, boy. What just happened?



You knew it was going to be bad. The moment you walked into his class, you just knew it.
He had insisted on focusing on the practical experience of facing a boggart. You knew very well that you weren’t capable of facing your worst feat. It was simple, really. You didn’t fear something that could take shape. You feared your own mind. Your life was a lonesome experience and you could understand that very fact more than anyone. You carried the weight of humanity itself with you everywhere you went. You could say that you were trouble. You never really fitted in- your mind was so unending, you knew no limitations. Dumbledore had said that those were signs of geniuses. You thought that those were the signs of madness. Nobody quite understood what made you different, you didn’t even understand it yourself- but you felt it. You felt deep in your bones. You were the lone, last star of each ending night, that was still shining brightly as the sun began to rise.
You knew you were no good. Maybe, professors saw an excellent student; maybe, your friends saw an amazing prankster; maybe your ex had seen a great lover. But none of those things were true. Not entirely, at least. And that feeling, being numb, that was your worst fear. It paralyzed you.
That was why, when that boggart never took shape, you were instantly unable to move. Nobody really knew what was going on. Your classmates thought you feared nothing and the boggart couldn’t morph, but he knew the truth. Before he could help you, you had helped yourself. You weren’t looking for a knight-you were looking for a sword. You remembered every single moment that you felt like you had a family of your own. The twins making you burst into laughter in the middle of the Great Hall with their crazy pranks, Cedric making you feel welcomed and appreciated with his kind personality, Oliver counting on you to win the game. You were not alone, and you gave a silent promise to yourself to never feel numb. Even if the pain became too much to handle. Even if there wasn’t a single hope left. Even if the end was near. You would never shut yourself. Because, feeling, even the pain, was what made us humans. Because feeling and feeling too much was better than forgetting what it was like to have emotions. Feelings made something real. And you wouldn’t change that for the world.
You hadn’t turned your boggart into something funny. You had simply placed it back inside the trunk that it had been. You looked at him, searching for something you didn’t even know what it was. His soft, rich caramel eyes were already on you. He seemed… confused. You stepped back, letting the next person in line perform the spell. You slipped out of the class and you knew that he had noticed, but you simply couldn’t stay there. However, you knew that he knew, so you had to face him at some point. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. You couldn’t face those big, soft, caramel eyes. Oh, Merlin. I am melodramatic. 



For the next month, you had avoided his classes. You would come up with excuses, silly ones to stay away from him. You knew it wasn’t… shit, what were you supposed to do? Because the truth was… you had developed a crush on your professor. You couldn’t help it. He was kind and caring and sweet and gentle, he had helped Harry with his boggart… and you knew what he was hiding. You had guessed it the very first time you saw him. The secret behind his scars. Scars that to everybody else would seem… weird, or even ugly. But to you… to you, they were perfect. You wanted to trace your hands along his scars, you wanted to kiss every single one of them. And you had to contain yourself, or you would sigh in front of everyone.
“Hello?”. You snapped your head towards… Fred and George.
“What?” you asked as in a haze. You couldn’t possibly focus on anything else but him. You were having breakfast- well, coffee to be exact- and you could feel his eyes burning holes on your back. You knew it was him and you felt guilty. He hadn’t even mentioned that you were skipping classes to Dumbledore.
“Lupin told us to tell you to get your ass to his office after class” the said in unison. You raised an eyebrow in question.
“He told you to get my ass to his office?” you asked sarcastically, but you were too worried and stressed out to actually care.
“Well, not per say. But that was the meaning. What did you do?” Fred said at once. You, however, didn’t want to answer. Because you knew what had led him to call you to his office. Your mind though, oh… that dirty little mind of yours. You were imagining all kind of inappropriate things you would do to him if you ever had the chance. And then it hit you.
You would have to attend his class today in order to see him after. That little shit. Suddenly, you weren’t feeling all that guilty.
“Nothing that concerns you two” you answered calmly. They just smirked. Sometimes, you could swear, they were able to read your mind. You blushed and kept your head lowered.
Great.
The day had passed in a blur. You didn’t really pay attention to any of your classes until… his.
You were about to sit down as far away as possible when you realized that the were no desks or seats. Your eyes met his. For the first time in a month, you felt your heart squeezing in a strange way. His eyes were intense and a bit greener and a little less caramel that what you remembered. And captivating. Always so captivating.
Before you could continue your daydream, more students walked in and he removed his gaze from yours.
“Does anyone know what a Patronus is?” he asked the class after a while. His voice was soft and melodic, rich and kind. You had it bad.
“A Patronus is primarily used to repel Dementors. They can also be used for communication by accomplished witches and wizards, sir” a girl said, ogling him, causing you the urge to throw up.
“Very well. What else can you tell us?” he continued and you felt like you could melt. It was his voice, so it was his fault.
“The Patronus is Guardian which acts as a shield between you and the Dementor like a projection of the very things that the Dementor feeds upon such hope, happiness, the desire to survive. However, since the Patronus is an incantation the Dementors can’t hurt it. The Patronus has two forms, non-corporeal and corporeal. A non-corporeal Patronus can appear as ‘a thin wisp of silver’ that hovers ‘like mist.’ Whereas a corporeal Patronus has a form that is clearly defined and is more than vapor or smoke. The ability to cast a corporeal or non-corporeal Patronus is down to the skill of the witch or wizard. Each Patronus is unique to the witch or wizard who conjures it, and it’s possible, in some cases, for a Patronus to change” you said looking him directly in the eyes. You simply had to answer, otherwise that… girl would receive his attention. Oh, no. No. No. You couldn’t be… were you jealous? Great. Amazing. You had a crush on your professor and you were jealous of everyone who caught his eye. Very… nice.
He was clearly taken aback; he didn’t believe you would participate since you had been avoiding his classes for a month now.
“Precisely miss Y/L/N” he praised you and you blushed. Where was your confidence? He went on about the charm, how to pronounce it and details about the way to cast it, but you already knew that. You may haven’t been able to produce a corporeal Patronus yet but you had been practicing since a very young age.
“Miss Y/L/N. Why don’t you demonstrate for us?” he simply asked you in a way you could have never said no. He gestured the front of the class. Another amazing moment of your amazing day.
You walked over there confidently, suddenly feeling like yourself again.
You focused on your memories. Not one, as he had said, but many happy ones. Your first time on a broom, your first Quidditch game, your Hogwarts letter, your friends and the pranks you had pulled, the people you cared about. Before you could control it, his face appeared only to disappear seconds later. You didn’t have to say the incantation out loud. With a flicker of your wand, a silvery form emerged. Was that a… Thestral?
The creature walked towards you and bow down its head for you to pet it. You placed your-shaking- hand on its fragile head. It was so surreal. You knew you were one of few people who could see those magnificent animals. They are only visible to people who have seen someone dying and fully accepted, understood and internalized the concept. The animal slowly raised its head and its eyes met his, lowering lightly its head in an indication of respect and then it disappeared. You didn’t move for a few seconds after that. You could hear that the other students were performing the spell as well. Some of them, summoning a corporeal Patronus, some of them not. You were a bit lost for a while after that, so, naturally, you jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently. You focused your vision on his face, but you were too confused to remember your little crush.
“Are you alright?” he asked you politely but concerned. You hadn’t realized that no one else was in the classroom. You nodded, forcing a smile, but it was too weak to last more than a couple seconds.
With his hand on your back, he prompted you to his desk and made you sit down.
“Why a Thestral?” you questioned, not really asking him; you asked yourself. He eyed you cautiously.
“A Patronus is a representation of who you are and is manifested by a creature that represents you in some way. I have to ask you… have you witnessed a death?” he quietly asked you. They all did, eventually.
“Three. My parents and my brother were killed-no, murdered by Voldemort himself. Such an honor” you answered softly, trying to prevent the memories from drowning you, therefore the use of sarcasm. He seemed to grow quieter. You didn’t want pity.
“I think it is safe to say that those with this Patronus often have the gentlest souls of all, an exceptional wizard or witch who has emerged strong from a dark past” he said in a small voice, making eye contact with you, or trying to, since you wouldn’t look anywhere near him.
“I do have to ask you one more thing. Why did you avoid my class the previous month?” he continued once he realized that you weren’t going to look at him. What could you possibly tell him?
“First the boggart, now my Patronus. What is it with your class that makes my life so difficult?” you playfully asked. It was your coping mechanism. You dared to look at him, a small smile playing on his lips-oh, his lips… and that small scar on his upper lip… 


It was your birthday, it was Saturday and it was freezing. You had the day to yourself since your friends had visited Hogsmeade. You had decided to stay and stroll around the almost empty castle. It was snowing and everything was covered in white. It was serene. You had purposely missed the breakfast so you could sneak something from the kitchens- some chocolate and tea would be nice. This time you greeted the house elves but since they didn’t have something to do, you wouldn’t keep them there, forcing them to make you something. You were a big girl. You could do it yourself.  

You were boiling the water needed for the tea when a small cough made you jump and spill it on you. Many profanities left your mouth that moment.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. Oh, Merlin, you must have burnt yourself” a guilty voice said, making you snap your head towards it. You were face to face with him. He seemed tired, exhausted really. And then you remembered… the full moon was two days ago. His eyes were more caramel that green, this time. You quickly muttered a drying spell along with a healing one and smiled comfortingly.
“No need to. I’m perfectly alright” you said extremely nonchalant. You returned to the counter and started preparing tea again.
“What brings you here, Professor?” you inquired amused. He let out a heavy breath and came next to you, placing his back against the edge of the wooden counter. Well, it wasn’t his back, but his hips… but that, you chose to ignore.
You had talked and chatted few times after class, before class, in between classes. For nothing and everything. Sometimes he would do the talking, sometimes he would listen. Sometimes he would let something small of his past slip. You could tell that he didn’t mean to, but he didn’t really regret it either. Sometimes your conversations would be about the weather; sometimes about the very meaning of existence. A week ago, he had found himself wanting to tell you about his secret. You had seen it in his eyes. That was the thing about you. People were opening up to you, easily. It had something to do with the fact that you never judged anyone, that you accepted almost everything, that you wouldn’t be afraid to fight and stand up for your loved ones. He had discovered that you may were just eighteen, but you weren’t just eighteen. And even though you didn’t know this, he had found himself waiting with anticipation your next talk.
He hadn’t answered when you handed him a cup of tea. It was your favorite and quite coincidentally his as well. He smiled at you, but he was tired and you felt bad for him. You reached for the top self-even though you weren’t that tall, you managed to get it. Two of the most amazing chocolate bars ever created. You smiled brightly, handing him one. He looked puzzled but entertained.
“When someone gives you chocolate, you don’t ask questions. You just take it” you said in a playfully serious tone, taking a sip of your tea. It was hot and exactly what you needed.
“Thank you, Y/N” he told you, rather moved by your small action. You just shrugged it off.
“So what brings you here?” he asked you, moments later, a smirk plastered on his face, lighting up the whole country.
“Hey!” you retorted. It wasn’t fair, using your question. He raised his eyebrows in amusement. You rolled your eyes, dramatically.
“Fine. I wanted to have my special day spent with chocolate” you informed him, but he furrowed his eyebrows. You sighed heavily to add to the drama.
“It’s my birthday” you said with a fake exasperation. His eyes twinkled with something that if you didn’t know any better you would identify as…hope? Mixed with something else. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it was there. He placed down his cup and chocolate onto the table next to him.
“Happy Birthday!” he wished you, excitedly. Before you could answer, he had enveloped you into a hug. You were thrown off. Like, completely off. After a few seconds, though, you shyly hugged him back, whispering a ‘thank you’ before breaking apart. He seemed shocked and happy and more shocked. Like he didn’t expect himself to be that bold. Or you to return the gesture. He had even blushed-something that made you realize that your crush was long gone and it had been replaced by something deeper. A connection you couldn’t understand in all its glory because you had never felt like that before.
“Thank you, Professor” you said again but it didn’t feel right, calling him professor.
“Call me Remus outside the class” he said so naturally that, again, he was taken aback by his own words and boldness. You chuckled lightly.
“Remus” you said tentatively. He instantly smiled and your whole world seemed brighter.


You were proud of yourself. You hadn’t missed a single class and your grades were better than ever. You enjoyed school this year, but for entirely different reasons. It was something about him that made you feel… good, after a long time. You were very well aware of everything that would appear to be ‘problematic’. But you were also aware of your feelings. You felt l so naked when you were with him. He could strip you of your walls, of your guarded defenses, leaving you completely and utterly vulnerable. He had shattered any mental boundaries you had ever possessed. He left you breathless with his aura and creative, rhythmic way of speaking to everyone. You were losing your mind and falling into madness and it felt okay, almost a necessity. He showed you how to embrace the lack of time that humans all have, that death was the inevitable and that was not as important as people around you made it seem. You were out of your mind and that was such a wonderful thing.
Your conversations were longer and more meaningful; you had found yourself in the Astronomy Tower the other night, talking to him about your love for the night sky and how you preferred the stars over the moon. Especially the full moon-you had seen him tensed up a bit and you had ‘accidentally’ let a hint slip through your lips. You had gone silent after that until you decided to tell him. You asked him when he would trust you enough, if ever. He had looked bewildered and slightly worried. You had smiled his anxiousness away, letting him know that you knew, and it was perfectly alright because it was still him, even if he didn’t think that. That you couldn’t care less. You didn’t know this, but in that moment, he had to admit to himself something that he kept pushing away all this time. He was captivated by your very essence. And it didn’t matter that you were a student-he never saw you as anything less than an equal; sometimes he saw someone greater in you- greater than anyone who had met before. Someone who held the wisdom of the world inside their soul. You had told him that you had always felt older than your age and that even Dumbledore had said that sometimes you were older than him. He had laughed and that sound was honey to your ears.
Ever since that night, you were closer to each other, stealing glances and sending small smiles even across the class. You could sense that he was low-key, proud of you when you declined every single boy that had come up and asked you out on a date. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you felt it.
Due to your past of falsehoods, you had developed this theory that all men are no good, worthless. He had shown you that men could be loyal, passionate, tender, and caring creatures. The boys you have dealt with were the complete opposite. He had made you see that there was a huge difference between the boys you had dated and the man you craved. You had finally met someone who meant more than a lot to you. And not just the ‘he makes me feel special’ but that person that you would fight harder for than you would for yourself. That person that made you want to be better, that showed you your true essence that you didn’t know existed until they came along. You had discovered things about yourself just from being with him. It started as a crush; after a while, you found yourself in love; and now… you could feel something more. Something selfless. It was the little things he would do that made you smile and cry at the same time. You knew that he felt it too-maybe not in the romantic way you did, but still. There was a connection that no one could deny.
It was a cold February night but your heart was warmer than ever. In fact, it was so warm you couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t really take it anymore. You had found your way to his chambers. You didn’t really know how you were to say this. You couldn’t exactly walk in and go all ‘Hello, I’m in love with you. Okay, bye’. But once he opened the door, even that felt like a good idea. He was ravishing in the dim light. He smiled and it seemed that the sun had lost its glory. His eyes captured yours and you felt like you could melt under his gaze. You loved him. Merlin, you did. How could you be so stupid, thinking that it was just a crush? When you didn’t respond, he furrowed his eyebrows, asking you if you were alright, stepping aside so you could walk in.
The moment that door closed, every single restraint you had… was gone. Every single defensive mechanism… gone.
“I need to tell you something. I am in love with you. I have been for a while now. And I know that I am not supposed to feel that way. But I do and I can’t shake you off of my mind. You’re constantly there, reminding of everything I want and cannot have. Your mind is a masterpiece and your soul is ethereal. Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Effortlessly, you shine brighter than the sun itself and when you smile, every pair of knees weaken, bowing down to the ingenious design you are. You are the kind of art that captures the blinding light that keeps me from opening my eyes, but how I foolishly don’t mind and long to go blind by such greatness. Your imperfections are my delight” you finally told him. You had let go of everything that was holding you back. You knew what he would tell you and you knew that he would try to make it hurt as less as possible, but he would start avoiding you. And even the thought hurt but you couldn’t cope with it any longer. When you finally looked at him, he was pale and visibly shaken.
“I think you should go” he said in a small voice. He didn’t sound mad or angry or strict. You nodded. You had clearly overstepped your boundaries. You reached for the knob, but before you opened the door, you whispered a question that would torture his mind for a while.
“Is it because of the ‘difficulties’ or because you don’t like me like that? I don’t need an answer. But you do”. With that, and a stolen glance you left his room, closing the door behind you.
You let out a long breath. At least, you were honest with him and most importantly, with yourself. He was your teacher after all and almost twice your age. You could see the ‘problems’ as other people would call them. You weren’t stupid. You were, however, completely, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. But that didn’t mean that he was. 


You were merely right. You hadn’t talked or chatted or looked each other ever since that night.  He wasn’t avoiding you per say, but he wasn’t thrilled spending time with you, either. And that’s why you never pressured things. You had done your part. And he had done his. It hurt because you were pretending you didn’t feel that way anymore, but in all honesty, you were falling even harder every time you saw him, thought about him… him. You had felt the urge to bang your head against a wall or something in order to stop thinking scenarios that would never be true.
Months had gone by. April was almost gone. You felt that you needed a change. That was the main reason that you agreed on a ‘friendly’ date. He was good looking, smart and funny. He was a really nice boy. But that was all he was. A boy. Nonetheless, you had decided to dress up a bit. It was spring and the sun was spreading its warmth all over the place, so after a lot of thinking you found yourself in a beautiful yet casual lilac dress, with your hair in loose curls and a touch of makeup. You looked good, you thought a tad surprised. You were about to turn when you bumped into someone. You would have apologized quicker if it wasn’t for your lack of focus.
“I-I’m sorry, professor” you whispered. You saw him grimacing at your last word but then his expression turned into one of admiration. You knew you had blushed, feeling his eyes roaming your body like a second skin. You locked eyes with him. You could see the desire in them. Act on it, you stubborn git, you thought to yourself. He opened and closed his mouth too many times. You just shook your head and left. Or tried to. His hand was wrapped around your wrist, gently, almost scared by the very action. You halted and faced him. You were done playing games. You have had enough. And he did too, apparently.
“I’ve tried distancing myself, making up excuses, intentionally finding reasons to avoid you but none of it ever worked” he admitted shyly but… finally. Your eyes widened a bit, your breath was caught on the back of your throat. Did he really just say that?
“Never have I felt something more compelling than this bond we share. But I’m your teacher and twice your age and that’s not even the worst part. I can’t escape these feelings but I don’t know what to do, Y/N” he continued. He seemed almost vulnerable. Feeling like you would explode, you slowly brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheek, electrified by the touch. He pierced your eyes with his and boy, you were a goner. Not being able to handle it any longer, you crashed your lips to his. It didn’t set off fireworks, it set off an atomic bomb. His lips were soft and warm yet hungry. He kissed you deeply and pulled you closer, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You kissed him back with the equal amount of lust and hunger and emotion. You softly bit his lower lip, tracing your tongue across it. But he pulled away, leaving you… empty.
“We shouldn’t. This is wrong” he murmured trying to convince himself more than anything else. You grabbed his hand and without letting him complain, dragged him-quite literally- to his room. Thankfully it was just around the corner. 

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“My fans make fun of me – it’s really cool. They have all these gifs of me making an idiot of myself or tripping and falling on stage. They bring humour back into it for me…I love them. They are cool and smart and hilarious and focused on the right things. I want to make the most of this cultural relevance or success or whatever you want to call it, because it’s not going to last. I have to be as good a person [as I can] while my name matters to them.

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Scrubs + Season-Ending Songs

Heads up, Miraculers

Okay, this is not venting, just something I’ve been wanting to say for a while.

So recently I’ve been getting a few complaints that I have ‘taken’ other people’s posts, when actually that isn’t the case.

Normally, what I post comes from search results on Google, and most of them does not link to other people’s tumblr blogs, with a few exceptions, of course. And those exceptions I have taken them off my blog due to polite requests.

I have NOT knowingly searched people’s blogs and taken their posts to claim as my own. If I post a gif and it just so happens to be yours, please do not get salty. How am I supposed to know that what I search ends up to be one of yours? I know, ignorance isn’t bliss, but come on. I don’t have the luxury to be making gifs of my own, thus why I look for some on Google Images.

So, heads up, Miraculous bloggers. If one of my gifs turns out to be yours, know that I did not take it from you. If you want, you can send me a message about which one is yours, and I will gladly edit my post to credit you. No problemo.

We should all have a right to anything and everything Miraculous.

Besides fan art. I mean, I wouldn’t take someone else’s art. I’d feel hella pissed if someone took my work and posed it as their own.

Anyways, keep on being Miraculous!~

- miraculousadrienette 💕

P.S. i really hope i don’t get yelled at for this xD

anonymous asked:

do you have any tips on 3d hand topology? sorry if this has been asked before ... everything else i can find is kinda Vague and Confusing ... -w-

Hands are probably going to be the most deforming thing on your mesh so it’s important to have geometry that facilitates deformation there. If you can think about the proper topology that certain joints and bends are going to have then all you really have to think of is modeling the topology that bridges these joints. The wrist finger and palm are expected to bend and deform in generally the same radial way while the palm is kinda just a soft blob that is going to be absorbing the tensions for the thumb’s two axis of radial movement from the wrist. Here’s a gif I made showing how different geometries facilitate certain deformations. The middle one is the one that I use probably the most for knees and elbows.

For fingers I also use a variation of the middle topology to really give the knuckles of the finger that volume feel at the cost of pinching on the other side. But this is safe to do with fingers since if the fingers are clenching that you probably aren’t looking at that side of the fingers anyways. It also really depends on what kind of style that you’re going for and if you are doing subdivision modeling. This puts most of the stretching on the outer knuckle(so if there was a texture there it would appropriately stretch and compress just like in real life) and the pinching happens on the inner knuckle(which is mostly unseen).

This is the same hand topology I used for my Corfagrigus model(four hands!). The fingers were mostly bending inwards so I used the topology of the above gif which put all the major stretching and deformation on the outer knuckle of the joint to maintain a silhouette.

And for Apsis’s monster-claws as well give special attention to the outer deformations with the same facilitating “Y” shaped topology and facilitates with the stretching that would occur if her fists were to be fully clenched. Though it seems the topology is hidden in the “knuckle-spikes” details, the topology is actually there.

Also a peek at the knees which use the middle option of the first gif which contain all the major stretching/compression and deformation to only happen behind the knees.

Here’s a hand I made for a commission I’m working on right now. This is subdivision modeled and is stylized with attention to the silhouette so when it isn’t smoothed it looks a lot more bloated and silly than it actually is but the simplified topology is still there.

The nature of subdivided surfaces allow you to do all sorts of facilitating topology tricks and can handle stretching and pinching much better due to the nature of implicit surfaces. A lot of the time it even works in your favor and appears to simulate actually deforming flesh or clothing.

As an example of this here’s a variation of the middle option with an added loop to collapse into which adds the pinching effect while the triangle-shaped 4-sided polygons on either side of it somewhat “contain” the pinching to only happen there.

Here’s the topology above flattened out so you can see that the two quads on either side of this added loop are encompassing the compression happening at that loop.

And finally here is that hand smoothened.

This is a stylized render so there’s no details on the knuckles but I have enough geometry there to support the deformations that will happen should any of the fingers clench. The palm has an extra loop that wraps around to the top of the hand to support any swivelling that the thumb might do and “contain” any deformations it would do to the rest of the hand. Same goes for the “webbing” between the fingers.

So I guess the main tip is to try and facilitate the anticipated deformations of your joints and to try and “contain” deformation movement as much as possible within your topology so you can work with the changes in volume and shape. Then most of the rest of your geometry is mostly linking the surfaces between these joints. Model it’s movement.

anonymous asked:

can you do lunar chronicles quotes or like just events for each of the houses (ugh, wish we had a movie to use gifs from!)

Gryffindor:

“You said yourself that the people of Luna need a revolutionary.” She lifted her chin, holding his gaze. “So I’m going to Luna, and I’m going to start a revolution.” 

Hufflepuff:

“We have the ability to love each other, no matter our differences. To help each other, no matter our weaknesses.” 

Ravenclaw: 

“I have a computer in my brain,” she said. “So while I’m not going to tell you that I am the smartest or, by any means, the most experienced person in this room, I would suggest that no one use my youth to believe that I am also ignorant.” 

Slytherin:

“I believe it is the mark of a great leader to question the decisions that came before him.”

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I think the most important thing is to have each other’s backs. When you see something or hear something that’s upsetting, or someone says something that’s upsetting – even if it’s not to you; if it’s somebody else – just say something and be there and support each other. It’s a scary thing. It’s a hectic thing. It’s a very real problem. Misogyny is ever present, and we have to be there to support one another. That’s really it. It’s about the sisterhood. There’s no competing in that. We have to lift each other up, not try and claw each other down – use our voices.

anonymous asked:

So I'm introducing my friend to wrestling and she's a fandom girl that has shipped things before in other fandoms and such so I introduced her to Seth and Dean in FCW and she fell in love with the idea of ambrollins but I want to open her eyes to ambreigns as well (since I ship both) so I'm wondering if you can recommend some matches/moments to show her to make her a lover of ambreigns

WITH PLEASURE!!!

I am Ambrollins trash but my love for Ambreigns is on a complete different level. I can link you to sooo many moments from their on-screen time together as well as their RL bond and I am sure your friend won’t be able to resist the power of Ambreigns cuz they are the purest ship I have ever witnessed 😍

Now onto the moments, I made this Gif Fic consisting of my most favorite Ambreigns moments ever. Its a mega post so beware!  

The tale of the greatest love story of WWE aka AMBREIGNS


                                               SPECIAL MENTIONS


Kayfabe Moments

Post Match interview in which Dean just couldn’t keep his mouth shut and we had one of the most hilarious Ambreigns moment take place


That time when The New Day outed Ambreigns & Big E spanked Dean’s ass in the ring while Roman had to watch and his expressions were priceless. Later on Big E tweeted about how Roman wanted to be the one spanking Dean’s ass. Roman also apparently liked the tweet which showcased Roman’s expressions while his baby boy was getting his booty slapped lol. One of my all time favorite moment! Ambreigns fandom had a field day

When a ‘botch’ move was literally Dean falling into Roman’s arms. Right after the very next day of The New Day exposing Ambreigns lmao


When Roman literally carried Dean Post Match


When Roman accidentally speared Dean during a match and Dean acted like such a drama queen over it like ‘MY BEST FRIEND SPEARED ME, I THINK I BROKE MY RIB, DO I LOOK LIKE A TARGET TO YOU’ and then proceeded onto make Roman touch and check if he was actually hurt. Like Dean was such a prissy diva in Shield days lmao

In which Ambreigns had a dom/sub moment on live TV

When Dean was being a problem child on RAW and Roman was indulging him like a good supportive (boy)friend

This HILARIOUS Ambreigns moment where Roman is being his usual papa bear while Seth is showing us why he failed to conquer the Ambooty rights

Even when they are against each other, their love doesn’t crumble Part 1

Even when they are against each other, their love doesn’t crumble Part 2

Roman picking Dean up vs Dean picking Roman up. The struggle was real for poor Dean lol

Roman being Dean’s Savior

Roman taking care of Dean

Roman being defensive of Dean

Royal Rumble Progression of Ambreigns

Roman and his affection for his puppy boy

Shield Days when Dean would come up close and personal in Roman’s personal bubble while acting like a prissy diva cuz he was all up in his feels thanks to Roman’s beauty which was exhausting poor Dean

Roman having his usual ‘I don’t know why I love him, but this is my baby boy even though he’s a fucking child’ moment while Dean is being…well, Dean

When Dean won the best supporting actor for the best Bromance aka Triple ships it :P

When Dean tries to copy his Daddy but only ends up looking like an angry puppy lmao

When Brock murdered brat baby aka Dean Ambrose and Roman spent the whole RAW worrying bout Deano and checking up on him. Later on he was ambushed by Hunter on the same night to join his fallen boyfriend

Actual Best Friends 

This super adorable moment where Dean intimates Roman and show us all how he is the biggest Roman fan out there 

Wizard World Portland Q&A with Roman Reigns in which he mentioned Dean more than a guy would mention his wife. He had someone ask him if Rock was his cousin and his answer? Yes, but I like Dean better. Lol

When Roman won his title and celebrated with his family aka the Usos and his baby boy

Quotes from Dean and Roman bout each other and their friendship

THEIR REAL LIFE FRIENDSHIP 1

THEIR REAL LIFE FRIENDSHIP 2

Them gushing over each other


PART TWO OF THIS POST IS COMING WATCH OUT!!! I AM ALL UP IN MY AMBREIGNS FEELS NOW

@missambrose18 @magical-witchy-stardust-girl @imperfectwrestler @titaniumkitten @jackthwagger @scriptor @oursexyking @bigbadroman

So I made a new friend while running through Idyllshire who had the most interesting glamour I’ve ever seen! Clearly his designer is top notch!

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Seriously tho, this macro is insane and definitely caught my eye from across town, haha. The fella’s name is  Sao Somnus and we’re both from Excalibur!

(also having to compress gifs for tumblr is horrid ;u;)

Bts reaction to their s/o getting hurt while pregnant:

@cookie-monster104​ Requested: Hello how are you I really love your post and masterlist I really enjoy. Can I request a BTS reaction of the reader accidentally hurt herself while pregnant thank you so much and keep fighting

A/N: So do you have any idea how long it took me to find proper gifs? I think it’s obvious that I gave up at some point but thank you for requesting… and waiting 1000 years….


Jin:

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

Out of all the members, Jin along with Jimin would be the most two fussing about your health. However the only difference between the two is that Jin would have absolutely no problem scolding you after you hurt yourself. “Just sit here and don’t move for the next 9 months ok?”

Suga:

Originally posted by yoursugaobsessed

Literally the Gif. Seriously now? Yoongi will give you an irritated look like you had one job, but it’s all in good humor and he’ll have no problem kissing your injury afterwards, just be careful next time.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by parkjiminer

This baby is scared and the only way to express how worried he was is by using his words: Are you ok? Does it hurt? Is the baby hurt? Do we need to see a doctor? Should I call somebody? Do you wanna rest?

 To the point you actually get fed up and ask him to just be quite.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by ciutae

“And they call me the God of Destruction…” he was worried at first, but when he saw that it was a minor injury he’ll sigh and ask you to be more careful, the baby can’t handle two destructive forces at the same time.

Jimin:

Originally posted by kpop08biases

Nope that’s it, you’re staying in bed till he finds it’s time you’ve had enough rest. He keeps checking on you every three seconds and brings you food every time you take a breath. You tried explaining that it wasn’t even painful but no, Jimin has decided to shield you of any harm so if moving means you’re getting hurt, don’t even think of leaving the bed then.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by acciosugas

“Are you ok?” he asked worriedly, massaging your baby bump and once he made sure no real injury was inflected, he’ll smile at how you’re capable of getting yourself in weird situation even when you’re now responsible of not one life, but two.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Yeah look, there’s not escaping him and his endless sarcasm now. Yeah he was worried at first but that quickly took another direction when he came back with a helmet and all the scarfs he could find. “You don’t need to look good babe just focus on not terminating my child”

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“We didn’t ship all of our books out here. While we’re gone, we’re actually having them rebound”
Of course Shane picks out the most demonically-titled book to have memorised…. 👀

Only You || Cheryl Blossom

Request from @gentlydean: You said angst is good so here’s one that I guess would be angst/fluff? Basically the reader is a really shy girl who likes Cheryl, but catches Chuck kissing Cheryl and assumes they’re dating. It’s a misunderstanding because Cheryl ended up rejecting Chuck. Cheryl of course, pulls a Cheryl and does something huge like kisses the reader during a cheer routine in front of everyone at a football game or I dunno you can decide on the ending of course!! (Sorry I’m not good at explaining these gah)

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! It’s been a while since I’ve done prompts so forgive me if it feels a little rushed!

Gif by @dailycwriverdale

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Two years. It had been two years since you realized you had a crush on the Blossom girl. You sighed as you walked down the hallways of Riverdale High. Okay, maybe you didn’t just have a crush on Cheryl. Maybe you loved her. Despite your best friend Jughead begging you for months now to ask the ginger out, you always vehemently refused. Cheryl was the most popular girl in school and you were known as the loner, even more so than Jughead. Unlike Jughead, people knew nothing about you. You had moved to Riverdale in the fifth grade for reasons no one knew of and no one was aware of where you lived. So, yeah, the loner asking Cheryl Blossom out? Not going to happen.

You groaned internally.

Why did you have to love her? You only talked to her a couple times in class and that was only when she asked to borrow a pencil! Get it together, Y/N!

A couple wolf whistles made you look up and you froze when you saw Cheryl and Chuck at Cheryl’s locker, passionately kissing.

“Get it, Chuck!” Reggie yelled.

You felt hot tears well up in your eyes as you quickly turned away from the… the couple in front of you, running off as fast as you could.

You didn’t notice Cheryl looking after you.

As you ran, you quickly pulled out your phone, dialing Jughead’s number.

“Hel—”

“Pop’s. Now.” you croaked before you hung up.

You needed to get out of there.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jughead said as he handed you a vanilla milkshake, sitting across from you. “I really am.”

You shrugged as you took the milkshake, setting it in front you. You weren’t really all that hungry.

“It’s fine, I guess,” you mumbled. “I mean, what’d I expect? She’s Cheryl. He’s Chuck. I’m just… Y/N.”

Jughead sighed and shook his head.

“Y/N, you’re not “just Y/N,” he said. “You’re the Y/N. My best friend. The funniest and smartest girl I know. If Cheryl doesn’t see that, well, then screw her.”

You smiled at your best friend’s words.

“Thanks, Juggie,” you said. “You’re the best.”

Jughead nodded.

“I really am.” he agreed.

You rolled your eyes.

“Now you’re pushing it.”

The raven-haired teen shrugged.

“Well, it was good while it lasted,” he said. “Oh, and, um, does this “situation” mean you want to skip the football game tonight? Since, you know, the Ice Queen is gonna be there?”

You kicked the teenager under the table.

“Don’t call her that,” you said as a smirk made its way onto your face. “But no. I can go to the game. Support Archie and all. It is the championship game after all.”

Jughead shrugged again.

“Alright.” he said before the two of you entered a comfortable silence, you drinking your milkshake and Jughead typing away on his novel.

“Can it be halftime already?” Jughead groaned as he leaned against the chain fence separating the two of you from the football field.

You rolled your eyes.

“We have fifteen seconds left in this quarter,” you said. “Chill.”

Jughead groaned but remained quiet otherwise.

As the football team began to formulate their final play of the quarter, you happened to glance over at the cheerleaders. Cheryl in particular. To your surprise, she was looking right at you. You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks heating up.

Why was she looking at you?

“Hey, you okay?” Jughead asked.

“She’s looking at me,” you said quietly. “Cheryl’s looking at me.”

Jughead looked up at the ginger girl.

“What do you know?” he began. “She is.”


“Why?” you hissed.

Before Jughead could answer, you heard the referee’s whistle blow, signaling the end of the period. You weren’t even aware that the last play had just taken place.

“And now,” a voice boomed. “For our halftime show, the River Vi—wait, where’s Cheryl going?”

“Incoming.” Jughead announced.

Noticing the change in your best friend’s tone, you looked up only to freeze once you saw Cheryl making her way over to you.

“Wh—”

Before you could finish your sentence, the ginger cupped your cheeks with her palms and crashed her lips against yours. You heard loud cheers erupt from the bleachers and the football field and when you finally pulled away from the head cheerleader, she was smirking at you.

“What? Something the matter?” she asked coyly.

“Wh-But I saw you with—”

“It was a dare, Y/N-kins. How could I like him when I love you?” she asked.

Your cheeks reddened at her words.

“I-I-” you squeaked.

“Y/N, don’t say. Just do.” Jughead said from behind you.

With that, Cheryl’s lips claimed yours again and you just got utterly lost in her.

Maybe the head cheerleader did have a little thing for the loner after all.

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A/N: Hope you liked it! Please send feedback. Now I’m off to watch the season finale of “Riverdale!” Who do you guys think is gonna fall through the ice? My guess is Cheryl!

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 3] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by yuijiyong

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t go exactly the way he hoped.

Genre: dis one be angst

Warnings: this does mention violence and contains swearing just so you know

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22}

A/N: Okay so this one gets a little intence. I hope you guys like it. Sorry for the slow updates, school work takes up most of my time. Like always requests are open, and I love hearing feedback. 

P.S. this gif kills me

not my gif 

~Admin Brooklyn

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Eight Years Later

College took way longer than expected. Coming back home from college was hard. Everything seemed different. It didn’t mean that you didn’t visit while you were in college, but everything seemed to change from the last time you visited. Everything had this scary calm tone to it. Mornings were good, comforting and warm, but calm. Usually (Y/B/N) would have some exciting news, but not now. Now he just sat quietly, staring at your dad. Your dad was quiet, which wasn’t unusual, but he seemed sad and depressed, which was different. Your mother also seemed down, although she hid it. It was the calm before the storm.

You were in your room when everything started. Night had already fallen and you were working on your job resume. Music was playing out of our small speaker, just like it normally would. Everything else in your house was quiet, though. Your parents were downstairs, and they didn’t seem to make any noise, neither did your brother who was in his room. You didn’t mind how quiet it was. You were too busy working anyways.

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Your parents froze as a knock sounded against the front door. Your father walked towards the door. He carefully eyed the staircase for any sign of you or your brother. A sigh left his lips as he swung open the door. Mr. Kwon stood on the other side, with his spitting image right behind him. Ji Yong had a hard gaze on his face. No emotion was shown, unlike his father who clearly showed his amusement at your father’s anxiety. Men in black clothing surrounded them once again, just like the first time they met.

Mr. Kwon stepped into the house, inviting himself and the rest of his crew in. Ji Yong followed his footsteps, then the rest of the men. Someone had quietly shut the door. Your mother was hiding in the kitchen, sending more than her fair share of fearful dirty looks. Mr. Kwon smirked at your mother, then turned to your father. “We both know why we’re here.”

Your mother glared at Ji Yong, but he was looking straight at your father. His face was void of emotions. He was struggling to keep his mind in check, though. His father chuckled as nobody moved. Your father was struggling to keep eye contact with Mr. Kwon, but he tried his best. Mr. Kwon’s smirk never left his face, even as he spoke. “Don’t be so sad. I’m just here to take what’s mine. Well, my what’s gonna be my son’s. Oh, and I’m here to let you know that you fucked up your end of the deal. Now I gotta fix that.”

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Gaston x reader - Will you be my wife?

Originally posted by leethompkins

Imagine Gaston slowly falling in love with you – Belle’s younger sister – after she refuses to marry him.

Note: I know this blog isn’t about BATB but tell me which one of you did NOT fall in love with Luke Evans’s Gaston?
Gif not mine.

Everyone in the village knew Gaston had his eyes set on Belle for quite a while now. Unfortunately for him, she kept gently refusing him. Yet he only though of it as she was playing hard to get, even called it ‘outrageously attractive’

Gaston may not have been the brightest nor the most humble man of all but he definitely wasn’t as bad as your sister talked about him whenever the two of you were alone.

Clearly they weren’t made for each other, Belle sure knew that, Gaston not so much. He obviously fell for her beauty since these two had hardly anything else in common.

Even though you would never admit this to you sister, you’ve grown rather fond of him lately. The Captain had so many more qualities than just being incredibly handsome and an outstanding hunter. 

None of that mattered anyways, he clearly wanted Belle and Belle only.

One day though, he went too far. Making her lose her patience, she finally sent him off making sure he understands she will never marry him.

You were there when the incident happened and although he tried to look cool as he walked out the door, deep down, he was devastated. Publicly humiliated.

Later that day, his loyal companion and a dear friend LeFou took him to a local pub to cheer him up a little. Which didn’t go exactly as planned since Gaston kept whining about Belle’s refusement.

„But what does Belle say? I will never marry you, Gaston.“ He whimpered as he kept turning over in his armchair with a displeased look on his face.

„You know, there are other girls! What about her little sister? She is just as beautiful and I’m sure you two would have much more in common.“ LeFou suggested finally catching Gaston’s attention.

„LeFou, you’re a genious! Why didn’t I see it sooner?! She was right in front of my eyes!“

„Come on, we’ve got work to do!“ Gaston ordered as he got on his feet once again boosting with confidence and made his way out the door quickly followed by LeFou.

—Next morning—
You and your sister were very different. You both had a tendency to joke about how odd you were compared to the rest of the villagers. She always had her nose stuck in a book, while you’ve always prefered activities including sword fighting or archery. Both very inappropriate for a young girl these days. But you couldn’t care less, you’ve even made your own target in the back of your house where you could work on mastering your abilities. 

Which you did quite often, just like this morning.

Suddenly your concentration was interrupted by a sound of four pairs of horse hooves slowly approaching your house. 

You hesitated for a minute if you should go see who the unexpected visitors were since no one else was home at the moment. 

Purely out of curiosity you made your way to the front to find Gaston and LeFou knocking on the door. It was quite suprising, you didn’t expect Gaston to give up completely but neither to turn up so soon.

„Bonjour monsieur Gaston, monsieur LeFou.“ You smiled at both man as you greeted them kindly. „If you’re looking for Belle, I’m afraid she is not here, she went into the library.“

You couldn’t help but notice the lovely bouquet Gaston was holding in his hand. „These are some beautiful flowers you have there, monsieur Gaston. I’m sure Belle will enjoy them very much.“ That was a lie, obviously, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

„Actually, miss Y/N, these are for you.“ He implied giving you one of his most charming smiles as he offered you the flowers. Which you gladly accepted but still couldn’t believe what he just said.

„B-but, I thought-“

„Yes, my dear,“ he continued as he carefully put his hand around your waist. „I thought Belle was the one for me, but when your sister refused me, I finally realized what I was missing.“

„And that would be … ?“ 

„You.“

In any other situation, you would have melted with joy but due to the given circumstances, you weren’t very sure about the credibility of his actions.

„Gaston, while I’m very flattered … I do not think you’re doing this for me. Are you sure you are not just trying to make my sister jealous? Because if you are, trust me, it is not going to work.“ You mumbled as you turned around and slowly started to make your way up the stairs to your house.

„No.“ Gaston wasn’t going to just let you go. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you close forcing you look straight into his eyes. „Please, let me prove it to you.“ He pleaded.

„Shall I join you for dinner this evening?“ He suggested as he took your hand into his giving it a little kiss. 

You hesitated for a minute but decided to give him a chance. After all, you did like him.

„That would be … very nice.“ You nodded  as your lips curled upwards making his eyes twinkle.

„See you tonight then, my lady!“ 

Now you just had to figure how how tell your sister and your father about the unexpected guest.