yes i will admit that i did this

Worthy

okay, so I did the thing, but it’s the softer one. 

Yes, I’m writing an alternativ.

It’s not fluffy.


Virgil sat there casually on his bed, listening to some music, thinking about everything he shouldn’t (as always). He still doesn’t remember how it happened.

What he can remember is that his vision went away- then he’s sitting in that weird place full of flowers and space-themed statues. The couch he sat on was immensely soft and in a nice peach color he quite enjoyed – Virgil wouldn’t admit it even if his life depended on it

Virgil never felt out of place like then

(Well, that was a lie and he knew it- Christmas and Halloween and every other festive day, every single day was hell. But that’s okay, he can deal with it)

Plants in all colors and variations where in there, from Tulips to Poison Ivy, even Corps Flowers and Jade Vines where here for Christs‘ sake! He was a black void in Garden Eden, so wrong in the midst of staggering beauty

A cough interrupted his thoughts. Turning his head around, the first thing he saw was white- blindingly bright

Sitting in front of him on another couch was a- a being. Virgil really couldn‘t describe it differently, because it was neither a human nor anything he has ever seen. Yes, it had human features; a nose and mouth, head with white hair softly flowing (it was fucking moving) down its body, hands and feet

But that was where the resemblance ended. Their skin tone was translucent, letting him see that they had no organs nor bones, just shimmering flesh- if it even was that

And god, the eyes

Virgil can still remember them so clearly, staring through him, ripping his soul into shreds, searching but never finding

They had no color, but he could swear he saw the universe in them, all the answers and questions he searched for and wil.

„Hello, Virgil“- their mouth hasn’t moved, not even a bit. Whipping his head around trying to figure out where the voice came from Virgil tensed, fight or flight kicking in. If he jumped over the couch maybe he could-

„You don’t have to be afraid Flight, not now “

Yeah, right

But still Virgil faltered at the sound of the words, the sound pulling on his long forgotten fight, making him sit down and facing the now softly smiling being

„I can assume that you don’t know why you are here, am I right? “, it said, cocking their head to the side like a curious cat

Virgil only stared, looking at them with all his guards up, hands emitting black tendrils of smoke

It sighs, standing up and walking -no, floating- towards the Side. Automatically, Virgil went rigid, ready to make a run for it.

He had no chance.

In an instant, all of his energy was gone. Virgil –because both Fight and Flight were gone now- was sitting there, completely defenseless.

And it terrified him.

Tutting softly, the being sat next to him, half on his lap, softly caressing his face. It was as if someone had switched a lever „You are so lonely and hurt, yet still so pretty to look at. Well, people do say that broken glass shines and glitters the most, isn’t that right sweet Virgil? “

He couldn’t answer, even if he wanted to. He couldn‘t move, not even his eyes, frozen and horror-struck. What did you do to me?

It laughed silently. Full on, body-shaking laugh, patting his hair. „Just preventing you from flying away little birdy. “

What do you want from me? Who are you? What-

It successfully cut him off with a glance. The power the being radiated was suffocating, not letting him think.

„I want to play, of course! I am so old and bored and you are so wonderfully dark on the contrary to me“, it whispered, drawing closer to his face with each word, „and you look like a wonderful plaything. “

He would throw up if he could. Every cell in his body is being controlled and he is so fucking terrified-

„Do you love them? “

Silence. There was nothing but silence and fearfearfearfearfearfear-

„Do you love your brothers? “, it whispered in his ear, licking over it, making him shiver

He did. It doesn’t matter what they said to him, did to him. He still loved them, because that’s what he is. He may be Anxiety and Virgil to them but he is fight or flight

And he will always fight for them

The thing stood up, shaking its head in bewilderment, facing away from him

„You really do. And you would also give up everything for them! “It turned around and straddled him, clasping its hands behind Virgil’s neck.

„But I can tell you one thing“, it whispered against his lips, „they will never love or accept you my sweet little birdy. “

Virgil knew that. He knew that, but why did it still hurt?

„They insult you, hurt you, tear you apart and the know it. They find it funny, don’t you know? “, hand where sliding up and down his chest and he was s c r e a m i n g because that isn’t true and please stopstopstopstop

“They know how you feel and they simply don’t care. They cut where they know it hurts and watch you bleeding out, finding amusement in your devotion, in your hope”, it spat, gripping his throat and squeezed, eyes still unnaturally open and hair falling around them like a curtain

“Logic, Creativity, Morality. Brain, Ego, Heart, they despise you.” It was growling now, strangling Virgil, radiating pure, wild energy, suppressing his last sparks of fight, his hope

“So I want to ask you one more thing before I take everything from you, take you apart until not even your so called brothers will recognize you”, it seethed. “I may know everything about you four and more, but I’m still curious. Virgil, what is the biggest difference between you and the others? “The being let go of Virgil’s neck, giving him back the ability to speak. He gasped, heaving for the air he desperately needed

„They a-are worthy o-of being lo-loved“, he whispered, voice croaky and low

“What? Say that again, I didn’t quite hear you”, it mocked, watching as Virgil curls into himself, crumbling under the weight of his emotions

“The biggest difference i-is that they are wo-worthy of being lo-loved”, he repeated, voice pained and strained, “They may have treated me badly, but that isn’t their fault. Who wouldn’t hate me?”

Virgil laughed bitterly “They are always so happy until I come in and ruin everything, over and over again. They have every right to react the way they do.” Tears had made their way out of his eyes by now, wetting his face

“And even if it hurts, I forgive them. Because I love them. I will bleed and grieve but I will always care for them.”

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andallwaswell-ish  asked:

Draco dying his hair light blue

Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.

“Harry! Harry? What are you – “

“Malfoy.” Harry answers Hermione without looking away.

Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato. “What?”

“Malfoy,” Harry explains again, “He – Look what he did.”

Hermione’s eyes remain fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war is over. We’re all on the same side.”

“No, look what he did to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.

Hermione and Ron finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair and all.

“Bloody hell.”

“That is surprising,” Hermione admits.

“Maybe someone cursed him?” Ron suggests.

“I hope not,” Hermione frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried this week.”

Harry’s chest constricts. “That’s this week?”

“Yes, Harry. I thought you were the one stalking him?”

“Well he has been sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.

Hermione shakes her head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him again.”

“I’m not stalking,” Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”

Hermione smiles wickedly and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then what do I usually eat for breakfast?”

Harry tries to eye her plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’m not stalking Malfoy,” Harry tries again.

Ron sniggers into his morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”

Hermione rests her head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go over there and ask him?”

“Ask him what?”

Hermione closes her eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his hair is blue.”

“I can’t – “

“Mate, just go,” Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this all day if you don’t.”


Malfoy looks up in surprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”

“Malfoy.” Harry nods. He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.

Malfoy drops his spoon and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”

“No, I – why is your hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.

One of Malfoy’s hands automatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment. After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem with it?” He asks.

“No, not at all. It’s just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.

“it’s poetic, Potter.”

Harry turns back to Malfoy. “Poetic?”

Malfoy shrugs, and looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”

Harry considers this. “Your mother?” He asks, softly.

“Yes,” Malfoy says into his cereal.

“Do you – I mean, would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say that?

Malfoy looks up, sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”

Harry feels his cheeks reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.

“Of course,” Malfoy says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?

“And you might need…support.”

A small smile plays on the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”

“Right, I didn’t mean to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”

Malfoy tilts his head and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.

“Okay,” Malfoy finally says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his cereal.


Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.

“Go ask him, already.”


Malfoy looks up. This time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”

“You know what.”

Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten me.”

Harry stares at Malfoy’s hair. “Why green?”

Malfoy shrugs. “Just felt like it.”

Harry frowns. He wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he points out.

“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.

Harry blinks, processing. “What?”

“His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”

Harry feels himself blushing again.

“Maybe I should have gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might melt.

“You remembered the po – “

“I wrote the poem,” corrects Malfoy.

Harry frowns “But I always thought Ginny – “

Malfoy shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Does that mean you – that you used to – “

Malfoy interrupts with a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”

Harry gulps. “Yeah.”

“I thought that was obvious, Potter.”

Harry feels like his knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that was also obvious, Harry.”            

And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to dust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.

Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. He has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.


Harry can’t stop staring. Breakfast never stood a chance.  Malfoy’s hair is pink.

He doesn’t even bother to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall.

Malfoy watches him as he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “

Harry interrupts by leaning down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.

And his hair is bloody pink.

Out-lawyering an Inevitable

 (This happened during downtime as sort of an interview-slash-session-zero for a new player to replace a player who’d dropped out.  The new character is an elf cleric whose backstory has him running an apothecary on the side, specializing in reviving the dead.  There were dice rolls involved, but I was not privy to any of them since this was all done on Discord.  The whole party was listening, but the rest of us had our mics muted.  All kibitzing was done in the OOC text channel, but I’m omitting that here since neither participant was reading it at the time.)

DM:  You see what appears to be a construct approaching.  *Dice roll.*  I’m just going to go ahead and give you that it’s an Inevitable.

Cleric:  Marut, I’m guessing?

 (Note:  Inevitables are construct outsiders who are built to enforce universal laws; Maruts specialize in dealing with people who cheat death.)

DM:  Very good.  Do you try to run or attack?

Cleric:  Nah, I’m good.  I wait for it to approach.

DM:  *Raises a brow.*  Alright, then.  *Clears his throat and does a creditable Michael Dorn impression for the Marut’s voice.*  “You are Taviel Andaris.”  Statement, not question, by the way.

Cleric:  “I am.  What brings… I would ask what brings you to my apothecary, but I think I already know.”

DM:  “If you expect the charges against you, then you already know of your crime.  You stand accused of denying death its due.  To date you have resurrected four hundred and seventeen people…”

Cleric:  “Um, four hundred twenty-two.  It was a busy week last week.”

DM:  *Without missing a beat.* “…Four hundred and twenty-two people.  My programming is to stop this from happening again.  Your options…”

Cleric:  “Defying death?  Um.  Not guilty, actually.”  Not rolling a bluff check, I’m not bluffing.

DM:  Fine by me, I’m still rolling sense motive.  *Dice roll.*  The Marut looks profoundly dubious.  “You not only confessed to your crime, you corrected my outdated count.  You have already admitted guilt.”

Cleric:  “I did no such thing.  Yes, I specialize in resurrections; no, I am not guilty of keeping anyone from the grave.”

DM:  …I think I see where you’re going with this, but the Marut won’t.  “Your arguments are irrreconcilable.  My programming is to stop this from happening again.  Your options are to accept a geas or to be destroyed.”

Cleric:  “If you wish to place a geas on me to prevent me from, as you phrased it, denying death its due, then you are welcome to do so.  It will not affect my business or business practices.”

DM:  The Marut looks sort of bemused.  “You do understand what a geas is, correct?”

Cleric:  “I can cast them, myself — and break them.  I would not need to break yours to continue my business.”

DM:  *Dice roll, snort.*  It’s not happy with that answer.

Cleric:  *Laughs!* I can make it a lot unhappier, but I’m not set up for this kind of a one-on-one fight.  “Let me explain myself.  How much do you know about my business besides the resurrection count?”

DM:  *Dice roll.*  It scowls at you.  “I will allow this, but be brief.”

Cleric:  “Let me rephrase that question, actually:  How many people have I granted immortality?”

DM:  *Snickers.* I stand corrected, that’s not where I thought you were going with this.  It doesn’t like that answer, but it doesn’t move.  “You have granted no one immortality.”

Cleric:  “And how many people have I brought back to life who were not killed by old age or disease?”

DM:  *Dice roll.*  It gives you a triumphant look at that.  “Three.”

Cleric:  Shit.  Um.  “Those were deliberately administered diseases with the intent of killing the victims, two from traps and one that was later successfully tried as a murder case.  They can not be considered natural deaths.”

DM:  Nice save!  *Dice roll.*  I’ll allow that.

Cleric:  Yes!

DM:  “Discounting that, you have resurrected no one who has died of natural causes.”

Cleric:  “Then how have I cheated death?  It’s natural and even more inevitable than you are.  I’ve only postponed it so that…”  What was that number again, anyway, four-twenty-two?

DM:  Uh, I think so, yeah; close enough.

Cleric:  “…So that four hundred twenty-two people could have a chance to finish lives that would otherwise have been cut short.  I firmly maintain my not-guilty plea.”  And I put my hands on my hips and glare up at it.

DM:  It glares right back at you.  “Your arguments are based on a technicality.”

Cleric:  *Defiantly.* “No.  Your charges are based on a technicality.  My clients will all die.  Eventually.  I cannot change that.”

DM:  *Dice roll.*  …Hm.  *Dice roll.  Snicker.*  Well, then.

Cleric:  What?

DM:  “Your answers have satisfied my programming.  You are free to go.  But be aware:  You actions will be monitored intently.”  *Laughs.* I hate you.  That was supposed to be the start of a fight that I was going to get the rest of the party in on for our next session.  You just broke how I was supposed to introduce you all.  …Who the hell even tries to out-lawyer a god-damned Inevitable in their own area of expertise, anyway…?

Slytherin x Hufflepuff Relationship Would Include:

Request: Could you make a Hufflepuff and Slytherin relationship would include? Thank you 😊

Originally posted by lovershub


  • SO MUCH PDA
  • The Slytherin not being able to resist the Hufflepuff’s alluring adorableness 
  • holding hands ALL THE TIME
  • pecks on foreheads
  • passionately tender kisses between classes
  • The Hufflepuff kissing them all over
  • The Slytherin loving every single one
  • Though refusing to admit so of course
  • A lot of forced grumbling on the Slytherin’s part
  • The Slytherin getting jealous to the point of a break down
  • “Why’s the glass smashed?!”
  • “They were all over you and you made no move to stop it.”
  • “We were HUGGING. It’s what friends do you buffoon!”
  • Them sticking up for each other regardless as to the situation.
  • “You wrecked the trophy room?”
  • “Well, I mean…I tripped and everything sort of fell and…yes…”
  • “So I blackmailed Filch to get you out of detention and you actually did it?!”
  • The Slytherin almost always being the little spoon after being forced by the Hufflepuff
  • “Now was it really that bad?”
  • The Slytherin’s obdurate qualities being worn away by the Hufflepuff’s omniverted ones.
  • The Slytherin being so cautious and hesitant with the exuberant Hufflepuff at first 
  • The Hufflepuff being a strong motivator for the Slytherin and aiding them in reaching their goals.
  • The Slytherin providing as an inspiration for the Hufflepuff to become more ambitious
  • Insecurities
  • The Hufflepuff reassuring them and making it their mission to demonstrate to the Slytherin that they’re perfect as they are
  • “Those things you consider to be flaws repressing your abilities are what make you more endearing.”
  • The Slytherin cuddling away the pain. 
  • Muttering sweet truths to the Hufflepuff
  • “If you were as you made yourself out to be, would we be here right now? Be proud of the things that make you who you are because they’re beautiful.”
  • both never allowing the other to feel the slightest pain

Originally posted by pleasingpics

  • The Slytherin ALWAYS teasing the Hufflepuff
  • (during herbology) “Why don’t you use those skilful hands for a more…pleasurable cause?” 
  • The Slytherin being gobsmacked when they sass them back
  • “D-did they just…?”
  • “Yup.”
  • The Hufflepuff being the first to say “I love you” 
  • Them saying it all the time, everywhere
  • Knowing the Slytherin feels the same way
  • the Slytherin taking them to a sentimental place, maybe where they first met
  • A soft whisper is almost missed in a passing zephyr as they stand inches apart
  • “I love you.”

A collection of posts which have earned Robert Small suspensions from the forums of CrypidHunt.com

  • “No no no, it’s the Dover Ghost. Don’t challenge me, kid, I know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
  • “The Dover Ghost is a completely different thing from the Dover Demon. The Dover Demon is pussy shit. Get out of here.”
  • “Yes, I did say I was hunting with my boyfriend. I’m bisexual, Chad. You got a fucking problem with that, you little shit? You act so tough - I bet you’ve never even seen a naked woman. You’re just jealous I have sex on a regular basis. You talks shit about my man again and they won’t find your fucking body, jackass.”
  • “what t he fuckk??? fuck u kiddo. wha tthe shit do u kno? i’ll hav u know i’v e personallly seen 3 whol cryptozoologies”
  • “I admit I was drunk when I posted that, but I stand by the sentiment. Fuck you.”
  • “I’m going to drive to West Virginia right now and tear down that fucking Mothman Idol with my bare hands. I’ll do it. Don’t fuck with me.”
  • “If demons aren’t real, how come one fucked me on a yacht and never returned my calls, huh?”

A little AU meet-cute based on @billypoindexter‘s prompt (someone else may have already done it, but I haven’t written any zimbits in forever):

So I was watching Say Yes to the Dress yesterday and Corbin Bleu and his fiancé (now wife) Sasha Clements were on it and when they asked how they met Sasha said they met in a grocery store and she kind of recognized him, and figured he was an acquaintance whose name she had forgotten. So she goes “Hey!! How are you?” and they chat for a bit before she realizes that she knows him because he’s famous.


Bitty was rounding the end of the cereal aisle, rechecking the grocery list to see if he’d gotten everything and wondering what was wrong with the state of public education in New England that none of his roommates had apparently learned basic penmanship, when he ran into someone.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” he exclaimed, and suppressed the wince as his accent reflexively came out full force. (It was partly the apologizing, and partly that he’d learned people were more forgiving if they thought he wasn’t from ’round here. He’d decided to embrace it; if he couldn’t get rid of the accent, it might as well be good for something.)

“No, no problem,” said the person, and then Bitty actually looked at him and felt that familiar terror of countless small-town grocery runs with his mother, where they ran into someone that he knew he was supposed to know, but could not place for the life of him, let alone remember an actual name.

“Well, hey!” he exclaimed, racking his brain frantically for the reason this guy looked so familiar. Surely he’d remember someone who looked like that. Lord. There was nothing, though, so he let autopilot take over. “How have you been?”

Tall, Dark, and Handsome blinked at him. (How could Bitty have forgotten eyes that blue? What even was wrong with him today? This was ridiculous.) “Uh, okay, actually. Yup. Everything going well.”

“Well, that’s great!” Bitty glanced at his list again. “Hey, can you read this? I genuinely can’t tell if this is supposed to be English.”

The guy obligingly took the paper from him and squinted at it. “Provolone, I think.”

Bitty took the list back and stared at it for a second. “I think you’re right. Honestly, Holster.”

“I was just heading toward the deli myself.”

“How perfect! I really kind of hate shopping by myself? But this was just supposed to be a quick in and out, or at least it was until I realized I apparently live with chickens in human guise who never learned to write properly.”

By the time Bitty and The Guy checked out and parted ways half an hour later, Bitty still hadn’t recalled his name, and by then it was clearly too late to admit it.

Oh well, he’d probably remember later, when he was trying to fall asleep.

~*~*~*~

“You know,” he called pointedly from the kitchen, “y’all could make yourselves useful and help me put all these things away.”

“Yes! Bro! Did you see that pass?” Holster yelled instead.

“Beauty,” Ransom answered, and then there was the sound of a high-five.

Bitty sighed and stuck his head around the corner to see what they were yelling about now.

SportsCenter, as usual, was on, playing highlights from the Falconers’ game the night before. As Bitty watched, it switched from the on-ice play to an intermission interview.

An intermission interview. With the guy from the grocery store.

Jack Zimmermann.

“Oh my god,” Bitty said for the second time that day, hands to his cheeks, which were indeed burning up.

Holster looked over at him in concern. “Bits? What’s wrong? Why do you look like a tomato?”

“I just spent half an hour casually grocery shopping with Jack fucking Zimmermann because I thought he looked familiar and I didn’t want to admit I couldn’t place him. Oh my god, I could just die.”

Ransom and Holster exchanged glances and then they were on him. “No shit! What’s he like? What did he buy? Tell us everything!”

“I can never shop there again,” Bitty said faintly.

vargatosen  asked:

Ok ok ok now when I've gon trought your entire Meg and Button tag (yes I'm a freak) I have a question: when did they admit to eachother that they loved one another? Was the first "I love you" an akward experience, a magical one or maybe both or neither? How did either/both of them react?

Now that’s what I call dedication! :O
I have yet to come up with that special moment, however here’s the first time they kinda-sorta confessed about their “more-than-friends” attraction:

Okay, since I heard that ABC jumped on the live musical wagon with The Little Mermaid Live! (Yes, I’m aware that it’s just going to be done concert style sort of like what they did at the Hollywood Bowl, but I’m still very excited about it!)

If that becomes successful, imagine what other live musicals they could do. Beauty and The Beast Live, Newsies Live, but I have an idea what they could do after The Little Mermaid.

Okay don’t kill me, but I think they should do…

Okay here me out on this one.

If ABC did do this as a live TV musical, they would definitely get people’s butts on the couch. Admit it, those of us who were Disney Channel kids grew up with this movie and loved it, loved it so much that we couldn’t stop singing all the songs, quoting every scene, and obsessing over the cast. Now, it seems like High School Musical’s popularity is starting to make a comeback, and they’re even making a fourth installment, so why not do a live musical television event of High School Musical.

Also High School Musical has a special place in my heart. I loved this movie growing up and it was the first play that I did in high school’s drama club (I was a Skater Dude), although everyone in the club is kind of pulling a “Zac Efron” right now, saying that they regret it and it was the worst thing that we’ve ever done, but I still enjoyed.

If ABC does decide to this. I have an idea on who they could cast (and just to clarify since all of the live TV musicals are more based of the stage versions of certain musical, and yes there is an official stage version of High School Musical, but it was off-Broadway. Also the stage version is a little different from the show, Gabriella’s mom, Troy’s mom, and the Principal are cut from the show and there is a character that was added in):

Derek Klena as Troy Bolton

(Come on, he would be perfect for this role and I did a little research, and I found out that Derek did play Troy once for a community theatre play.)

Eva Noblezada as Gabriella Montez

(Just like Derek, Eva would be perfect for this role, and she’s also Filipina, just like Vanessa Hudgens. She also looks like she would have great chemistry with Derek.)

Dove Cameron as Sharpay Evans

(She killed it as Amber in Hairspray Live! To me, Dove makes a really convincing Queen Bee and since she is already good friends with Kenny Ortega, the director of all three HSM movies, why not cast her as Sharpay Evans?)

Ben Cook as Ryan Evans

Anthony Ramos as Chad Danforth

(He already has the puffy hair.)

Jasmine Cephas Jones as Taylor McKessie

Auli'i Cravalho as Kelsi Nielsen

(Come on, she would make an adorable Kelsi.)

Jordan Fisher as Zeke Baylor

Katie Ladner as Martha Cox

(If any of you guys are fans of Heathers, admit it she would be amazing in this role.)

Mike Faist as Ripper (The “I play the cello” guy)

George Salazar as Jason Cross

Ryan Potter as Jack Scott

(Jack Scott was a character they added in the stage version of High School Musical, he’s East High’s PA announcer and he also has a crush on Kelsi. Jack Scott isn’t a singing part, so they don’t have to worry about getting a singer to play this role.)

Brian d'Arcy James as Coach Bolton

Audra McDonald as Ms. Darbus

{PART 24} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Despite everything that has gone wrong for you; you feel like life might start to have a better outlook as Jungkook takes all measures to keep you safe. However, a storm is coming; one that grips and pulls at the strongest winter coat…before you find yourself making the biggest mistake of your life to date.

“The lull, or the calm before the storm took it’s place in the atmosphere, in both of their hearts and their minds. ‘Tread carefully’ he warned her, but she slipped from his grasp the moment he blinked”

Not rated M, but be warned there are some scenes of a suggestive sexual nature.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 23} {Part 24} {Part 25}

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anonymous asked:

I'm not a shipper, but @ every shippers who want a canon mlm representation, should stop erasing Keith and Shiro's relationship just because it's notp. Because from the look of it they're the ones that seems to have chance in becoming canon. People are screaming broganes! in every posts to the point of sounding like old homophobes, and even from non shipper's view, it's transparent as fuck. Like it'd be easier if people just admit that KL are not important to each other as people make out to be.

Yes, I agree with you wholeheartedly. The very earliest Voltron interview I heard was before the show even released, and when asked about providing more lgbt rep the way they did with korrasami, Lauren said: “We have those first 13 episodes and if we ever went beyond that, we would like to push the envelope.” Which tells me any gay relationship they planned to expand on has been present right from the start. Add to that comments about how “Keith latches onto Shiro,” “Keith’s always scared he’s gonna say or do something wrong that’ll cause him to lose Shiro,” “He supports Keith one hundred percent, he’s stuck his neck out for Keith a lot,” and “Keith and Shiro have the closest relationship”–if they were ever hinting at anything, I think it’s sheith. 

From onscreen canon interactions, Keith and Shiro’s relationship has always read as romantic to me. And claiming what they have is just brotherly when it’s so obviously different from Matt and Pidge’s dynamic–I just don’t understand it. So many of Keith and Shiro’s scenes are incredibly intimate. They confide in one another, comfort each other, offer physical reassurances and hold each other close. Keith prioritizes Shiro’s safety first and foremost and literally vows to save him, “as many times as it takes.” We see from Keith’s very first scene a tenderness between them that’s never replicated with anyone else. So much of their relationship reads as a veritable fairytale romance. I don’t think that’s an accident. 

It’s really transparent to me when people claim that this season was somehow homophobic for veering further towards allurance or not having Keith interact with Lance?? Like, people are literally claiming the staff don’t care about representation and never had any intention of including it, but?? The crew has already blatantly informed us that it was never their intention to tease Kl/ance, and they directly said they wouldn’t queerbait it. Because it was never there. Fans making serious accusations like this is incredibly transparent–if the only representation that matters to you is your ship, then I think you should reevaluate why. As a bi guy, kl/ance has always made me uncomfortable and I never saw any precedence for it in canon. 

Lauren literally said, “we’re working in animation. Our schedule is so far in advance for that–even if people shipped Keith and Lance, we couldn’t go back and just change the story–to be like and now they’re in love!” When asked about Lance’s future “Mr or Mrs Blue Lion,” Lauren responded exclusively with female pronouns. This isn’t like the bait and switch with building up leader Keith only to throw Shiro back in the pilot seat. Representation is serious, there is no gotcha moment, they’re not continually pushing aside kl/ance so they don’t “ruin the surprise.” 

Representation is a very real concern for Joaquim and Lauren, and they’ve already outright said teasing kl/ance was never their intention. They’re completely against queerbaiting. We’ve been definitively told no. If fans are unable to let go of fanon and refuse to acknowledge the narrative we’ve been given, then that’s on them. But it seems hypocritical to me to claim they were led on when they just refused to listen. As Lauren said: “they start out at odds, but then they grow to kind of respect each other. And if that leads into people being like–they’re spending time together! Then that’s a ‘thing,’ but…We’re not trying to cater to or bait anyone into anything, we’re just trying to do what’s right for the story.”

And I’ve seen people claim–but, kl/ance is so popular! The fans love it so much, they shouldn’t discount it just yet! Things can change! And it’s incredibly clear to me that those fans are naive in their understanding of the animation industry. Joaquim said this best: “There’s just no way. We’re already years past that storyline, you know?” He and Lauren outright confirmed they can’t go back and make kl/ance canon, because the decision to do so would’ve had to have been made years ago. Animation is not a medium conducive to major change. That’s just something fans will have to learn to accept. 

Lauren and Joaquim really seem like they actually care and they’re fighting for more representation. That means something to me. And if people expect me to feel sorry for fans who harass them simply because they didn’t make their OTP canon and are trying to focus on their own narrative, then they don’t know me. If it’s representation fans are concerned about and not just ships, then they shouldn’t see kl/ance as the only viable source for it. I’m sorry if people were disappointed and wanted representation in another form, I really am. I understand, I do. But I don’t think it’s fair to tear down the creators for it when they’re trying their best and act like kl/ance was somehow our only chance. 

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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01

So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;

1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.

2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.

*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops

Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3 beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:

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IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

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Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.

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Is it? DO MY FUCKING EYES DECEIVE ME?! MICKEY?!



THAT’S WHAT I FUCKING SAD IAN WEREN’T YOU LISTENING!?



NO YOU IDIOT WEREN’T YOU LISTENING?!







And Ian ain’t even doing anything to help him?!



I mean… Are you surprised?



Alright, we all know what that means Mickey, don’t even pretend….











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just a bet part ii

hey!

sorry this took way longer than i wanted (writers block LOLLLL)

but anyway yeah this is lowkey a filler kinda chapter but i like it

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summary:  beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1698

part one, three, four, five


2 months and 26 days remaining

Richie walked into school that day, feeling more confident and happy than he had been in a while. It was odd, yes, but he enjoyed the feeling more than it worried him. He approached his locker, finding Beverly leaning against it. “Why, hello, Beverly. Nice to join me this wonderful morning.”

Beverly snickered. “So, I’m guessing it went well? He show up?”

Richie nodded. “Of course he did!” Richie said, a small smile playing on his lips. “I woo-ed him so good he came to my game and we got ice cream after.”

She chuckled, pushing her hair behind her ear. “I gotta admit, Tozier, you’ve got game.”

He scoffed. “Mrs. Marsh! I’ve always had game, thank you very much. I pride myself in all of my lovable characteristics.”

“Like you have any of those.” Beverly retorted.

“I have so many of those!” Richie defended. “So many, in fact, that we’re getting ice cream after school today.”

Beverly raised an eyebrow. “That sounds suspiciously gay.”

Richie rolled his eyes and chuckled a little. “What an assumption.” He closed his locker and started to walk towards English, where they’d discuss the bet with Bill and Stan.

Beverly sighed. “You know, Eddie isn’t even that attractive. Why didn’t I make you go after like… Mike or something.”

“I like Mike as a friend, Bev, plus Eds is cute from my personal opinion,” Richie said back, sitting down at his table.

“Did you just call him Eds? And cute? Gee, if I didn’t know any better, I would suggest you liked this Eddie Kaspbrak.” Beverly grinned, sitting down in her chair.

Richie shook his head. “I don’t like him. It’s just a bet, that’s all.”

But was it? Richie never felt like he did around Eddie around anyone else. It was weird how oddly happy he was, giddy even. Do I like him?

No. Richie shook his head a bit as if to get the thought out of his head. He didn’t like Eddie like that. This was a bet and that’s all. Just a bet.

Eddie walking through the main hallway, weaving through the many students walking the other direction. Richie had texted Eddie and asked- well- demanded that they go get ice cream again. He wasn’t opposed to it as Richie was paying, but he did find it odd. Everyone was saying Richie was a horrible guy but he didn’t understand where that notion was coming from. He seemed so nice. Annoying, yes, but nice.

“Eds!” Eddie heard as he approached Richie who was leaning against his old, beat-up truck. He rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

Richie chuckled, reaching in his truck’s open window to unlock it. “Hop in, Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, opening the squeaky passenger seat door and sitting down. He clicked the belt buckle into place as he looked over at Richie. “Don’t call me that either.”

Richie scoffed. “Then what am I gonna call you?”

“Gee, I don’t know, what about Eddie?” He retorted sassily.

Richie acted like he was pondering it, stroking an invisible beard. “Nah.”

Eddie rolled his eyes again.

“If you keep rolling your eyes, they’ll roll right out of their sockets.” He joked, pushing the car key into the ignition and turning the car on.

“I think I’d like that so I don’t have to do it anymore.”

Eddie tried to hide his smile as Richie laughed, turning into the parking lot of the ice cream shop. Richie turned the truck off, hopping out of it quick enough to open Eddie’s door before he could.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I can open the door by myself, you know.”

“I do, however, I am being gentlemanly,” Richie responded.

Eddie resisted the urge to roll his eyes and got out of the truck, following behind Richie who had already started walking towards the door. He opened the door for Eddie, who eyed Richie and mumbled that “he could still open the door himself.”

Richie walked up the counter. The worker, whose nametag said, Rachel. “Oh, Richie, hey!” She gave him a warm smile.

Richie gave her a grin. “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good. I’m about to get off work in a bit… maybe if you’re free if you’d like to hang out at my place?”

“Well-”

“Oh, c’mon, it’d be fun!”

Eddie watched his conversation from where he was standing behind Richie and he felt his blood boil. Why was he so angry? It was like someone had turned a switch on in him and he immediately felt the need to interject. “He’s not.”

“Excuse me?” She turned to look at Eddie.

“He’s not free.” He repeated. “He’s here with me.”

Richie had a shit-eating grin on his face. “I am here with Eddie Spaghetti.” He said, throwing his arm around Eddie’s shoulder. The girl’s face dropped and it was replaced with one of disgust. “You’re dating him? Really, Richie? You can do so much better than that.”

Richie scoffed. “Well, it’s not really your place, now is it? Maybe I should tell your boyfriend that you’ve tried to cheat on him with me. Twice. Now, that is someone who can do better.”

Rachel narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Richie responded, a smirk growing on his face. “Remember when Bella Richardson tried to do the same thing you’re doing? You wrote slut on her locker last month when, big shocker, you were doing the same damn thing! Now, can I order or what?”

She let out a long, frustrated sigh before looking up at a grinning Richie. “What do you want?”

“Finally! I’ll have one scoop of chocolate and Eddie will have one scoop of mint chocolate chip.” He said, handing her a five dollar bill. She gave Richie his change and got the ice cream, sliding it over to them with a fake smile on her face. “Have a nice day.”

Richie gave her one right back, handing Eddie his bowl and walking outside with him. “Wow, Eds, I didn’t think you had it in ya to get jealous like that. Also, mint is gross and tastes like toothpaste. I don’t know how you eat it.”

Eddie nearly choked on his ice cream. “What?”

“I said, mint is gro-”

“Not that! I was not jealous, Tozier.”

“Then what was it?” He asked, looking both ways before crossing the road. “I sure think it was something.”

“I was dealing with her for you,” Eddie replied, following next to him. “Besides, why would I be jealous? I don’t even like you. I only came because you paid.”

Richie gasped. “You don’t like me? Gee, Eds, I thought with all the blushing you’ve been doing that you did.”

Eddie felt his face heat up. “Shut the fuck up. I do not like you, hear me?”

Richie grinned. “Hear ya loud n’ clear.”

“Also, mint does not taste like toothpaste. Have you ever even tried it? It tastes nothing like-” Eddie’s ramble was cut short as he nearly tripped and landed right on his face. Richie reached out, grabbing Eddie’s waist to prevent him from falling. He had dropped his ice cream in the process.

Richie stood Eddie upright and scowled. “I have no ice cream now because of you.”

Eddie was blushing like mad, his stomach had tightened up into knots. All Richie had done was catch him, why did he feel so euphoric? Eddie made a face and handed Richie his. “Try it.”

Richie shook his head.

“Try it!”

“Damn, alright.” He said, taking the spoon from Eddie and putting a small amount of the green ice cream in his mouth. “Okay, I take my previous statement back. That is good.”

Richie hopped into the driver’s seat, turning the car on and immediately turning the radio on as well. He turned the knob up, the speakers sounding like they were on the verge of breaking. “I love this song!”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Africa? You like.. Africa?”

Richie scoffed. “Of course I do!”

Eddie watched as Richie drove, singing the lyrics obnoxiously loudly. He was mumbling the lyrics under his breath. There was a red light as the chorus approached and Richie took the opportunity to look to Eddie. “C’mon! Sing it, I know you know it!”

Eddie looked over at him as it started. “It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you!” Richie sang, pointing at Eddie.

He smiled, blushing a bit. “There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do!”

Richie grinned. “I bless the rains down in Africa! Gonna take some time to do the things we never had!”

Eddie felt a wave of happiness fall over him. He didn’t know why he felt this way around Richie. In that moment, watching the other boy sing off-key and way too loudly, that he liked Richie. He really did.

Richie snuck a glance over at Eddie, to find him smiling to himself. This caused him to smile as well, continuing to sing the song until it was over. A foreign feeling washed over Richie as he watched the smaller boy drum to the beat in the air with his hands. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Was this just a bet?

Richie nearly crashed the car with the thought of that. Of course, it was just a bet. He didn’t like Eddie, it was only for the bet. Sure, he was a cool guy and all but Richie had no romantic feelings for him.

Or did he? He couldn’t contain his smiles around him and he felt more compelled to be with Eddie.

But it was just a stupid bet. That’s all it’ll ever be, a bet.


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The Incredibly Moronic Prat Who Lived

Harry frowned when he looked down at the counter and was faced with his own biography, Harry Potter, The Incredibly Heroic Boy Who Lived (Twice!). When he accepted the job at Flourish and Blotts he never considered that he might have to sell books that were written about himself. Harry’s frown turned into a grimace when he realized that the customer buying this book would probably be starstruck when they realized that the one and only Harry Potter was standing on the other side of the counter.

But when Harry looked up to see the customer, he was the one who was starstruck. Because standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. Unbearably attractive, adorably flustered Draco Malfoy.

“Potter,” Draco said, shocked.

Harry was too busy staring at the blond, memorizing every perfect detail of his face, to respond. He hadn’t seen Draco since his trial two years ago, and the last he heard Draco was in France studying to be a Healer. France has been good for Draco, Harry thought as he admired Draco’s no longer skinny, but fit body. Draco was also silently appreciating Harry’s appearance, but the blond had been taught that it was impolite to stare, so he broke the silence by clearing his throat. Harry’s eyes immediately flew to Draco’s face.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice hoarse. “How have you been?”

“Spectacular as always,” Draco answered dryly. “And you?”

“I’ve been…” Harry searched for a casual way to say completely lost. “Fine.”

Draco nodded. Both boys seemed at a loss for words and Harry looked back down at the book on the counter. The book about him. That Draco was buying, for some reason.

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The year is 2073 and I’m still not over ep 4x07 (Honor Among Thieves) of Person of Interest. I mean the greatest straight bait of all time???

Let’s discuss this. The writers literally brought in a male just to push Root and Shaw’s relationship further. That rarely happens. They brought Tomas in to continue driving the point home that yes Shaw is indeed bi and yes Root is definitely in deep to the point where she can’t even handle Shaw being on a fake date. Also let me point out that Root didn’t give a fuck that Tomas was a guy, she would’ve been just as jealous and territorial if it were a woman. No biphobia over here.

But back to my original point, yes the plot was setup to where Tomas was very convincing in getting Shaw to run away with him but at the end of the day Shaw realized that not only does she love the team too much to leave buuut at that point she was slowly falling for Root also so Tomas stood no chance tbh.

Not only did we get to see jealous!Root (which was heavenly and iconic; you just know she wanted to tell Tomas that yes, Shaw may be with you right now but guess who she’ll be coming home with bddjdjf) but also at the end after brushing off Tomas, Shaw went to look for Root where she then went on to admit she cares about her and then they walked off to sleep together.

That was an iconic ep for Shoot and idc what anyone says lmfao.

Under My Protection

 Requested by anon: jared leto joker drabble 34 please and thankyou - haley 

 Pairing: Joker X Reader

 Word count: 837

 Drabble:  He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.

 Part 2


 You and Harley have been best friends since you gave her shelter when Batman was after her. That was two years ago. Since then, she has been trying to drag you into her world. You can’t lie, you kinda like it. The loud music, the long nights and the expensive gifts she always brings you.

 Right now you hear her, breaking in your apartment again. At 3 a.m. Groaning and tossing around, you hope she’s just looking for something. But of course not.

 “Wake up! Wake up!” She swings the door open, making you jump on the bed and sit up. “Guess who you’ll meet tonight?”

 “Who?” You ask in a sleepy voice.

 “My ex.” Her bright smile doesn’t fade. Harley broke up definitely with the Joker.

 The Joker. Like, the baddest of the bad. You never saw the man and you honestly don’t want to. It’s good to know that Harley finally got over him, and now they’re just partners in crime.

 “I don’t want to meet him.” You push her away playfully when she jumps in your bed. “You can go and tell him I said ‘hi’.”

 “No. You’re coming. Now go and put on that dress I gave you.”

 Arguing with Harley is useless, so you get up and take a quick shower. She gave you many dresses. You choose the purple one, wich you haven’t wear yet. With a sigh, you leave the bathroom, just to put another smile on your friend’s face.

 “That’s how I like it. This will be a funny night.”

 “I know.”


 The car is stolen, that’s obvious. When she stops, you can’t help but beg her to take you back home. But no. Harley drags you through alleys and them downstairs until the most ridiculous dance club you’ve ever seen. Everything seems expensive, and these people seem to be very, very rich.

 “Holy shit. There are, like… People from the government here.”

 “Well, just don’t tell anyone.”

 You’d answer, but Harley screams. She guides you throughout the endless tables and many girls to what seems to be the backstage.

 “He doesn’t live here, so don’t ask him that.” That’s when you notice that she’s knocking on a wooden door. Soon enough someone opens it.

 “So you brought me a gift.” The man stares down at you, funny eyes and a weird smile. The Joker is even scarier in person.

 “She’s not a gift. She’s (Y/N). Remember?”

 “Such a pretty little thing…” When he allows you both to walk in, you pretend not to be surprised. Three dead bodies beside his huge desk, and lots of different guns on it.

 “Now. Let’s get to business.” Harley says in a singsong voice.

 “No. I want to get to know this friend of yours.” Joker sits on the couch, ignoring the men who come to drag the corpses to God knows where.

 They both keep staring, waiting for you to say something.

 “What? You’re a freaking villain, I don’t know what to say.” Rolling your eyes, you sit on his desk, not bothering to ask for permission. “This is insane. Three dead men? Seriously?”

 “Oh, she’s so sweet, isn’t she?” Harley grabs Joker’s arm and shakes it. But his eyes don’t leave you until it starts to feel uncomfortable.

 “Yes, she is.”

 His low voice sends shivers down your spine. Crossing your legs, you clean your throat, trying to make this weird sensation go away.

 “So. You two have business?”

 “Yes. I actually have business with many people, as you can see.” Joker stands up, walking up to his desk.

 Choosing to be smart, you jump to the ground, but when you step away from the desk, he stops right before you, blocking your way. His eyes are locked on yours, so you can’t help being a bit scared.

 “Let me…”

 His cold fingers touch your chin, caressing your skin.

 “I have dangerous people coming and I don’t want you anywhere near them.” Joker turns to face Harley, who’s still sitting there, a smile on her lips. “Take her home, Harley. She’s under my protection.”

 Before you could say anything, Harley takes you by the hand and drags you out the club. You wanted to stay. To see those men, to see more of Joker.

 Harley gladly drives you home through the dark and empty streets of Gotham.

 “Sooooooo. Did you like him?”

 “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” You take a deep breath. She wouldn’t let it go. “But yes, I guess he’s not that… bad.”

 “I knew it! I rather him to date you than any of those bitches.” She turns left, forcing you to hold onto your seat.

 “Okay then.”

 “I’m not gonna be the only one breaking into your apartment at 3 a.m. now.”

 You can’t help but laugh. This life isn’t for you, well, that’s what you tell yourself every night. But you have to admit: it does make you feel alive. Now you can barely wait for Joker to break into your apartment.

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Character: Remus Lupin
Word Count: 924
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Summary: The Marauders constantly tease Y/n about her crush on Remus. After months of denying it to them, Y/n finally cracks, admitting to it. A certain Mr Lupin overhears…
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

Note: This is my very first Remus Lupin fic… I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I tried my best 💖x

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“Well hello there Mrs Moony,” Sirius greeted you as you walked into the common room that day. You turned to glare at him, “Will you stop calling me that?”

“I don’t think I can,” Sirius said with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes, you sat down on the couch besides James and sighed.

“You know Y/n, you should just admit that you fancy our dear wolfy friend, and we’d stop this. If you really think about it, it’s your fault we tease you,” James said with an innocent grin.

“I don’t fancy Remus, okay? I don’t know where you got the idea that I do, but-” You were interrupted.

“Maybe because you’re always staring at him.”

“And you blush every time he speaks.”

“And you stutter around him.”

“And you wrote it in your diary-”

“I don’t have a diary,” you said, confused. “Yes, but if you did, you’d have pages on just his hair,” Sirius replied, “Because we know how much you love his hair.”

A blush started to form on your face as you avoided eye contact with either of the boys. “Awww, look Pads, she’s blushing,” James cooed, his grin almost reaching his ears. “Come on, Y/n, we’ll stop this when you say that you love Moony,” Sirius said as he pushed a loose strand of hair out of his face, “All you have to do is say the words.”

“You guys are impossible,” you grumbled, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like Remus in that way?”

“If it makes you feel any better, Moony has been in love with you since first year,” James said casually, lifting his feet to rest them across your lap. You almost choked on air, “W-What?”

“Yeah, he’s always going on about how perfect and amazing you are, and how he wishes he could be with you. It gets really annoying if I’m honest,” James said, yawning as though it was the most boring thing he had said in his life.

“H-He loves me?” You stuttered, your heart racing, “You’re lying. You’re just trying to make me admit that I love Remus!”

“So you do love him,” Sirius smirked, crowing his arms over his chest triumphantly.

“N-No! I didn’t say that!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Prongs, help me out here, didn’t she just say she loved Moony?” Sirius whipped his head round to look at his best friend.

“He’s right, Y/n. You can’t go back on your word now,” James backed Sirius up, and Sirius nodded at him proudly.

“Can you two just leave me alone for once?” You complained with a frown.

“We will. Once you admit it,” James told you.

“No.”

“Just admit it!” Sirius yelled loudly, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.

“Fine! I fancy Remus! Are you happy now?! Merlin, you’re both so bloody annoying!” You yelled out.

Sirius nudged James, and they both stood up, large grins on their faces that put you on edge.

“We knew it,” Sirius said smugly, his signature smirk still resting on his face. He then looked somewhere over your shoulder and his face lit up.

“Oh, hey there Moony!” Sirius said loudly, “We’re just leaving.”

You felt your heart stop and your face flooded red. Slowly turning around, you saw that Sirius, for once, was actually telling the truth, and Remus was stood in the doorway to the common room, his mouth fallen in a slack ‘o’ as he stared in your direction.

“P-Please tell me you didn’t hear any of that,” you whispered, your breathing shaky.

Remus took a step towards you slowly. You could see the shock on his face, and it made you anxious not knowing whether it was good-shock or bad-shock. “I.. um.. I heard it,” Remus said in disbelief, “D-Did you mean it, or did you just say it to make them be quiet?”

He could feel his own heart thumping in his chest, hoping against hope that you would say you meant it. His hands curled into fists in his jumper sleeves as he waited in anticipation for your answer.

“If I said I meant it, what would you do?” You asked quietly, trying to avoid looking into his chocolate brown eyes and instead playing with your fingers nervously.

You saw Remus’ face flush as he gulped. He took in your appearance: the way your face was flushed pink, how your hair fell perfectly against your cheeks, and how your eyes seemed to sparkle, even in the simple glow of the fire. He especially took note of how pink your lips were, and never before had the urge to kiss you been so strong. He finally replied, hypnotised by how beautiful you looked illuminated by the flames, “I’d do this.”

Before you could comprehend what was going on, his soft lips had crashed onto yours, taking you completely by surprise.

You felt all your emotions come to play at once as your arms wrapped around Remus’ neck, tugging softly at the loose tufts of hair, resulting in soft moans from his part. His hands gently ran down your frame, gently holding onto your hips as the pads of his thumbs rubbed circles over your shirt.

“I guess this is a good time to tell you that I fancy you too,” Remus mumbled against your lips, and you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face.

“Well aren’t you two just adorable,” a voice mused from behind the couch you were sat on.

“SIRIUS!”

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Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles. 

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This line if anyone doesn’t know comes from Tony and Fury’s conversation during Age of Ultron. The conversation where Tony says that the vision Wanda gave him, is the future. He blames himself. 

This is not just the end of the path the group started them on, Tony claims all responsibility. I started us on. This idea that Tony tries to push off the blame for his actions, is honestly baffling. Tony consistently accepts blame for other people’s actions. 

Let’s go through some of the movies and see where Tony takes responsibility. 

In Ironman 1 we see Tony Stark, talking with Yinsen in Afghanistan. He’s scaredd, confused, and in pain. Despite all of that, one of the first things he notices about his kidnappers, they have his weapon. Which he finds absolutely jarring because he only sells his weapons to the US military. 

He is absolutely shocked that these terrorists have his weapons, because Obidiah was the one selling to them behind his back. However, he takes responsibility for his weapons getting in the wrong hands, and sets out to personally destroy every stockpile of weapons.

He took full responsibility for something that was not his fault. 

What about Age of Ultron.

The entire movie in Captain America civil war, is Tony attempting to make up for what happened. Notice he again says my fault. He has taken every bit of blame, he doesn’t blame Wanda for what she did to him, or for what she did to help Ultron with his plan. He doesn’t blame Bruce for helping him study the scepter. He doesn’t blame Ultron because ultimately Ultron’s actions were his own, he was a sentient being. Tony takes all of the blame on his shoulders, and supports the accords as a way of preventing further tragedies like Ultron. 

Tony consistently accepts blames for things he was only marginally connected to. Other people expect him to, and he gets blamed for the actions of others regularly.

Example:

This man blamed Tony Stark for the crimes Howard Stark committed against his father. Tony is expected to pay in blood for crimes that are not his own.  

Or what about 

Who after years of planning, and evil deeds blames Tony for all of it. A drunk celebrity said he would talk with him and then didn’t. I understand maybe Aldrich was devastated, and dealing with depression. However, his crimes are still his own, he still chose to commit them. He has had years to get a good therapist, he chose to develop a serum that kills people, and causes them to explode. 

This is not Tony’s fault, this is Killain’s. He made the decision to be a villain. 

Now let’s look at some of the other Avengers accepting responsibility for their actions. 

Well, that doesn’t sound like accepting responsibility for unleashing the Hulk onto a city of innocent people, and completely disrupting Dr. Banner’s peace of mind. She has to have accepted blame at some point, Captain America wouldn’t let her get away with this type of thing, would he?

“She’s just a kid.” Oh, of course well at least he accepts responsibility for his own mistakes.

“Did you know?” 

“I didn’t know it was him.”

“Don’t bullshit me Rogers, did you know?” 

“Yes.”

Well he admits that he hid the truth for years after having his own lie waved in his face, not exactly taking responsibility.

What about Clint, he’s well known for considering the consequences of his actions. Mr. Clint “They’re considered.” Barton.

Oh no wait here’s another example of someone breaking the law and then blaming Tony for their own crimes. Wow the Aldrich Killian parallel I never wanted to make with one of my favorite comic book characters.

Now, all of the original team Cap is guilty of refusing responsibility for their crimes. What about Natasha? While we haven’t seen much of her origin Story she is supposed to be known for clearing the red off her ledger, and while we never see her take blame for much in canon, I blame Marvel’s shitiness with female characters and screen time. 

Or Bruce? Bruce is the only original Avenger we see taking blame for things other than Tony. He’ll take blame for any event the Hulk was involved in, that’s why he leaves at the end of AoU, because of Johannesburg. He still blames himself for breaking Harlem, despite the fight being necessary to protect people. 


Tl:dr this idea that Tony never accepts responsibility is really baffling to me, because team Cap never seemed to accept responsibility for anything they did wrong. Whereas Tony is constantly accepting blame, and working to improve himself and the situation.