Annoying traits become cute ones before realize he's deep in the shit called LOVE

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Annoying traits become cute ones before realize he's deep in the shit called LOVE
Ruining your fantasy of Dougie topping you 😈
Love confession | Word count: 153 | TW: Slight mention of past characters' deaths.
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"No, we didn't date," Remus answered in response to Harry's curious gaze. He hadn't thought he was that obvious, but when the thirteen-year-old approached him asking about his past with Sirius Black, Remus couldn't bring himself to lie. Not even when the boy in front of him had every right to hate Sirius, perhaps even more than he did. But Remus couldn't hate him; he never would. "Technically... he wasn't an ex-boyfriend. But he was an 'ex' something, an 'ex-maybe'. An 'ex' almost."
Remus noticed the conflict in the boy's eyes. Perhaps Harry wanted to shout at him, or maybe he would just hate him as well for still being clearly in love with a mass murderer—the one who killed both his parents. He had every right to do so, Remus would understand if he did. Instead, Harry nodded, a delicate smile touching his lips. Then he spoke softly.
"Almost is never enough."
Since the first picture made me kinda sad, I felt like I had to let the scene end on a more hopeful note.
Also this whole comic is heavily influenced by me listening to the Titanic soundtrack and ‘Avalon’ by Roxy music. Like, I’m picturing Snape standing on the balcony, looking at the school grounds bathed in morning sunlight, his hair flowing in the wind, and ‘Rose’s theme’ is blasting from my EarPods.
Is it cheesy? Is it dramatic? Yes. Am i ashamed of it? Hell na.
and by the way, on that bike not facing the driver, not holding onto him, just being free and light and let them carry you away is exactly how he, she, they, anyone should make you feel.
i feel attacked
Skipping to Starbucks....
3 days after my birthday god is real