Protect platonic male/female friendships at all costs.
Write them. Read about them. Demand them. Decide the Harry and Sally law of “all male/female friendships will become romantic” is a bunch of bull and kick it to the curb.
Screw the guy getting with his girl best friend being the end of every romantic comedy. Have the guy go to his friend for advice. Have the girl tell him when he fucks up. Have them sitting on the porch when the sun sets, talking about their day. Have them hug and laugh, and shout for joy, and never feel pressured to bring them in for that expected kiss.
Not all soulmates are romantic. We should stop acting like it.
More from the Milo Archives! ~February 1st, 2016 A lot, and I do mean a lot, of people have asked me if I made a Hogwarts AU for MML and/or if I had decided had houses the kids go in. This picture is really just a full on parody of Rowling’s books, where Milo is Harry, Melissa is Hermione and Zack is Ron. I DO, however, have an actual AU that stretches over three stories, and the kids are sorted slightly different, but those pictures will come at a later date. It’s probably the biggest AU I have of these kids.
So ye, Howarts stuff will come, I promise ;) If you’ve been to my streams, you’ve seen some of them.
Hiiii! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, summer’s been busy! I hope you guys like this piece!! Depending on the feedback, I might make a multi-part fic out of it!! xx
Below his office, the party was in full swing, both regular and new clients filing in through the wide double doors. Harry watched the crowd move like cresting ocean waves, his eyes blank. New Year’s Eve was to start off with a bang, regardless of the obviously failing Prohibition the country was under, which meant that Harry’s clubs were packed, and his bank account was swelling with money from the alcohol Niall was slyly smuggling in from Ireland. Any night he wanted, Harry could have a bird on each arm, eager to get a taste of the Harry Styles, and the mere whisper of his name sent people scattering out of his way, making his life unbelievably easy. Harry smirked around the butt of the cigarette. This was it; this was why he came to America. The women, the power, and most of all, the money. Money, money, money was all Harry had seen over the last year. Prohibition was the best thing to ever happen to him.
The clock struck eleven fifty, and with a smug grin, Harry lit up another cigarette and grabbed his glass of Irish whiskey from his desk, striding to the office door. Throwing it open, Harry emerged into the small balcony overlooking the bar and dance floor, blood thrumming as cheers went up at the sight of him.
“To Mr. Styles!” One of the performers on stage hollered out, and crystal glasses glittered in the lighting as they raised into the air.
“Mr. Styles!” It was a jumbled roar of his name, and Harry smiled wickedly as he tipped his head and brought up his own glass. He glanced at his pocket watch again. Five minutes till midnight. His eyes went to the door again as it swung open, two young girls stepping into the room. From afar, he could tell they were both gorgeous, but the one on the right….she was a sight.
Hair curled to perfection, eyes sparkling with excitement as she clutched her comrade’s arm, her ruby painted lips splitting into a dazzling smile. A golden fringed dress clung to her body, stopping halfway down her soft-looking thighs, and the small inched heels were the last thing Harry saw before the girls stepped from the stairs, disappearing into the swirling party. The whiskey burnt his throat as he threw back the rest of the glass, turning to retreat back into his office. The New Year was of no importance to him; as long as no laws changed, Harry worried about nothing. He didn’t worry about how the raucous crowd took him back to the trenches, didn’t worry about how his hands shook as he poured another glass of whiskey. The chair creaked as he sat down again, breathing in the smoke of his cigarette and letting his head drop back. Harry’s eyes slipped closed and he sighed, mind going back to the golden-dressed beauty that had just slipped into his speakeasy. She wouldn’t be too hard to find, or too hard to seduce into his bed for the night. Harry had an aching hunger in the pit of his stomach to know how she would moan beneath him.
Two minutes till, Harry stood once again and descended the stairs to the main room, feigning a smile as he pushed his way through the drunken partygoers. Hands grabbed at him as he passed, but he paid no mind as the shimmering of a golden dress swirling across the room caught his eye. Then her friend came into sight, and Harry altered his course to get to her. She was even more beautiful as he neared, her face pretty, but not flawless. A little soft-looking, doughy maybe, around some areas, but a curl of desire yawned deep in his belly; he was tired of the perfect pin-up girls he normally took home. He wanted flawed, perfectly flawed, and this woman was it. She was gorgeous. Harry watched her friend’s eyes lock in on him, an eyebrow raising as she leaned into the girl’s ear, whispering.
Your head twisted around, following your best friend’s gaze to a stunningly beautiful man that the whole crowd seemed to part for. Forest green eyes roamed your body leisurely, his candy pink lips tugging into a smirk when he realized your eyes were on him. The man was dressed in a sharp black suit, a gleaming watch strung across his buttons and disappearing into his waist coat pocket. Broad shoulders, ring decorated large hands, and legs that went on for ages. His curly brown hair was pushed back off of his forehead, the sides a little longer than military style, and the set of his jaw made you think maybe he was indeed coming to flirt with you. The alcohol you’d downed in the half an hour at the club up the road was already fizzling through your blood and making you much more brave than normal, and you sent the man a sultry smile as your eyes met. Nothing but dark, hot promises swirled in his gaze, stoking the crackling fire that blazed in your belly. Tonight, you’d let yourself have fun just once. Every other night of the year you were the good girl you were supposed to be, but tonight…tonight you’d let loose.
“He’s got his eye on you,” your friend whispered, a jealous gleam in her eyes. “You’ll be the only one of us to get a fuck in tonight.” You laughed at her brashness, breaking your stare with the stranger to spin around with the music. He was close now, almost within an arm’s reach. Your dress flared out around you, but you were stopped mid-turn by long fingers wrapping around your arm and tugging you into a solid chest. Warm breath puffed on your neck, lips just centimeters from your skin.
“Yeh dancin’ fo’ me, love?” He wasn’t polite about his desire, his voice low and husky in your ear. His hands moved to your waist, his hips pressing into your back. You could feel him against you, half hard through his trousers. Wetness pooled in your panties.Your best friend had melted into the crowd, leaving you putty in the stranger’s warm, wandering hands. The hem of your dress slid up a little, his touch following shortly after.
“I am now,” you breathed, and you can feel the smile on his lips against the skin behind your ear. His tongue darted out to lick over the shell of your ear. His fingers trailed higher, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care how scandalous it was, having a man slide his hand up your dress in public.
“Do yeh wan’ m’ to fuck yeh?” Your breathing hitched as his thumb brushed the line of your underwear. A low chuckle vibrated against your back. “I’ll take that as a yes. Go straight back, staircase on the right. I’ll be there in a mo’.” Then he was pushing you away, straightening his overcoat as he cordially greeted some senator who definitely was not supposed to be in a speakeasy.
Harry watched you stumble towards his office, his jaw working as his eyes followed the way your dress fell over the swell of your ass. He cleared his throat. “Excuse me, gentlemen, but I’ve got some business I need to take care of.” Harry shook the senator’s hand, turning around and shoving his way across the floor. He took the stairs slowly, mind racing as he neared the door. He couldn’t wait to see how quickly you’d fall apart for him. You were admiring the photographs on his desk when he entered, your eyes snapping up to his.
“Your family?” Harry nodded, clicking the lock into place before shrugging off his overcoat. You watched him swagger over to you, his eyes dark.
“Didn’t invite yeh up here t’ talk about m’family, pet. How d’yeh wan’ it?” He wasn’t a complete beast; Harry loved seeing the way women fell apart because of him. There was something awfully aphrodisiacal about knowing that he was the reason a woman was shaking, moaning, falling over the edge. You blinked at him, stunned for only a moment before composing your unbothered expression.
“Any way you’d give it, honestly.” Harry’s eyebrow quirked. A smug smile pulled at his lips as he walked to you, his fingers dancing up your arms. You swallowed at his sudden closeness. He smelled wonderful, like citrus and cotton sheets and man. Your mouth had practically been watering since the moment you saw him. His hand pushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.
“An’ if I said righ’ here, ov’ m’desk?” You squirmed, mind filling with visions of him fucking you on the dark cherry wood. Before you knew what you were doing, you were perched on said desk, legs crossed and head tilted slightly as you looked at him from under your lashes.
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Mr. Styles.” Harry’s pants tightened further at your words, a growl coming from his throat as he stalked to you. His lips met yours, hands cupping your cheeks as you gasped in surprise. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past the seam of your lips, licking into your mouth eagerly. Your hands fumbled with his belt as he shallowly thrusted his hips, the hard outline of his cock brushing your thigh.
He was quick to shove down his trousers and underwear, his length tapping gently on his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, flushed, hard, and leaking. Harry smirked at the look on your face, one large hand wrapping around himself and tugging forward once, twice.
“None o’ tha’, angel, no’ tonight. ‘M gonna fuck yeh, yeah? Bend yeh ov’ m’desk and spread tha’ cunt real nice. C’mon, up yeh come.” Your blood sizzled at his words, lust raging through your system. Your panties had no hope; they’d been ruined the minute his suit jacket had come off. Harry helped you up, spinning you so your back was to his chest. Warm lips began to sponge up the side of your neck, greedy hands hiking your dress up slowly but surely. Then he was roughly bending you over, flipping the edge of your dress up over your back enough so he could see your backside. A low growl went through him.
“S’pretty, love, gorgeous. Can’t wait t’ be inside o’ yeh.” Your panties were slid to the side and a long finger ran up your slit, your body jerking at the pleasure. “Bloody soaked. Wan’ me t’ help yeh, pet?” Your cheek was pressed into the cool wood but you nodded, hips pushing back against his finger as he swirled it around your clit.
“Please.” It was a broken whimper that sent Harry’s dick throbbing, his eyes gleaming in the dark of the office.
“Shhh, sweetheart, ‘M gonna take care o’ yeh.” Harry wasted no more time before he was sliding inside of you, a delicious burning stretch following. The moan that came from him was almost enough to send you over, low and gravely and pure pleasure. Then Harry was moving, his cock thick and pulsing as it dragged along your walls. You cried out at the feeling, palms slapping to the desk as Harry ran his hands along the curve of your spine, grunting with each thrust. The party downstairs was all but drowned out as the sound of skin against skin filled the room, heavy breathing bouncing off the walls when his hips picked up speed. Your eyes screwed shut as pleasure coursed through you, walls clenching around Harry’s cock.
“Fuck, bloody–” He cut off with a deep moan, fingers dumpling the skin of your ass. Harry’s green eyes lowered to watch himself disappear into your cunt, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips as you writhed beneath him. His hands were everywhere, stroking the soft skin of your thighs, gripping your ass, wrapped in your hair…too much, it was all too much for you to take.
“Gonna cum!” You gasped against the desk, hips pushing back against his as he fucked into you. He was so thick inside of you, pulsing and warm as his tip brushed a spot that had you seeing white. “Harry!” Low moans came from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt heat coil tighter in his belly.
“C’mon, pet, cum fo’ me. Need yeh t’ cum,” he panted, reveling in the way your walls squeezed his cock. He’d never felt a cunt so tight and warm and wet. He was in pure bliss. Harry brought a hand to your heat, fingers circling your clit quickly as you called out his name again. Pleasure shot through you, your orgasm speeding towards you, and with a final thrust, Harry pushed you over the edge. He watched your face crumple in satisfaction as you came, cunt tightening wonderfully around his length. It wasn’t long before he followed after you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls. Your thighs shook as you came down, breathing harsh as Harry pulled out of you. It was silent while you both fought to regain your breathing, adjusting clothing and smoothing down hair. Harry’s face was even more beautiful post-orgasm, and he tasted as good as he looked when he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. His head bobbed to the couch in the corner.
“You can sit there for a mo’ while you calm down. Be sure to shut the door on yeh way out.” Then he was gone, the office empty and cold without his dominating presence. You fell onto the couch with a sigh, a pleasant ache already forming between your thighs. It wasn’t too long before your head was on the arm of the sofa, your eyes drifting shut as you nodded off.
While I’m happy with the series, I like to imagine what Harry’s life would have been like if Voldermort was destroyed by Dumbledore long before he went after the Potters (yes I know that’s unrealistic and impossible, but I get bored in class and it’s fun to do!) and Rowling revealed that Lily was pregnant with her and James’ second child when she was killed, I imagine the baby was a Girl which they named Ivy, who was a very sweet and shy girl as well as being a Hufflepuff. Harry was always so proud and protective of his little sister and if anyone bullied her, he dealt with them the “Muggle Way” (fighting) and when he got into Trouble, he just grinned and hugged his sister, telling her he didn’t care cause she was alright. I also ponder the idea that she’d have a lovely relationship with Collin Creevey, which Lily and James adored, as well as being good friends with Ginny, and was over the moon when she and Ginny became sisters-in-law.
10 Reasons Why Sweet/Vicious Should Be Watched and Renewed From A Fan
Sweet/Vicious is an hour long drama/dark comedy series on MTV. The series follows Jules, a sorority sister and survivor of sexual assault, and Ophelia, the university pot dealer and skilled hacker, as they become vigilantes on their college campus taking down rapists.
Or, at least that’s the general description of the show but really it’s so much more than that. And yet, people have been sleeping on this amazing show so here’s my attempt – a fan’s attempt – at getting you to watch Sweet/Vicious and hopefully, getting MTV to renew Sweet/Vicious for a second season.
1. The most accurate portrayal of rape on television to date.
Sure, sexual assault has been a popular beat in television dramas for years, but no one portrays it as real as Sweet/Vicious. Through the course of the ten episode season, the audience is exposed to several different and unique sexual assault cases. Our protagonist, Jules, finds herself a victim of sexual assault after her best friend’s boyfriend, whom is also her friend, rapes her at his frat’s party. In another episode, we see that sometimes sexual assault is a two person job when two friends team up to drug unsuspecting girls at a bar only to usher them into an ride share and drive them to a dark ally where the driver sexually assaults the incoherent victim.
Through the course of the season we see rapists who show no remorse. We see enablers, who through their silence or willingness to turn their heads, let rapes happen. We see that sometimes rape isn’t violent, that sometimes the victims don’t fight back or stop fighting back because they can’t win.
Plus, there are multiple scenes in which Jules and other victims attend group therapy – including, a male victim!
Through ten episodes we see the most accurate portal of the types of sexual assault cases that take place on college campuses around the world.
Oh yeah, and they never victim blame or sympathize with the rapist.
2. Explores sexual assault as it relates to hazing practices
In addition to the sexual assault cases talked about above, Sweet/Vicious does something no television show in modern television has done. It addresses the fact that hazing can be and usually is a form of assault. In fact this happens in the fourth episode of the show when Jules and Ophelia discover that the most popular sorority on campus has their recruits drinking in excess only to publicly shame them in a video when they don’t complete their tasks or disobey the president sorority sister.
In my opinion, this was one of the most important sexual assault cases that Sweet/Vicious explored because it showed a different side of it. It showed females taking advantage of other females. Because, yes, females are just as capable at being the aggressor as men are.
3. Hello, complexed female characters who double as vigilantes! What more could you want?
Jules Thomas the bubbly sorority girl who, after being sexually assaulted by someone she considered a friend, doubles as a kick-ass vigilante providing victims of sexual assault the justice they deserve when the Title IX does nothing. But Jules is more than a just a girl fueled by her confusion and guilt over what happened. Sure, there are moments when she completely shuts down and is consumed by the nightmares of what she’s dealing with. But she’s also this fun loving girl who will do anything to make sure what happened to her doesn’t happen to any one else. She is a supportive friend who makes sure everyone around her knows she loves them. She likes belting out"Defying Gravity” and hanging out with her sorority sisters and Ophelia. Most importantly, she’s a girl who is more than just a victim of sexual assault.
And then there’s Ophelia Mayer a trust fun daughter, the campus weed dealer, and savvy hacker. Ophelia has problems of her own. A complexed relationship with her mother, a best friend who expects more from her than just dealing weed out of the college town’s record store, and a habit of finding herself in the campus police office. And yet, when she stumbles upon the vigilante she later learns is Jules she’s all hands in. Ophelia is unapologetically herself and she is the voice of some of the show’s best one liners. She is the first to learn of Jules’s sexual assault and never once shies away from supporting her and being their for her. But it’s not just Jules she supports and encourages but also Harris, her best friend. In addition, Ophelia struggle with love and commitment. And oh yeah, creator Jennifer Kaytin Robinson confirmed that Ophelia is bi – something she hopes to explore more in the second season.
4. Amazing Friendships
Jules and Ophelia aren’t the only ones that are #bffgoals. Before Jules meets Ophelia, her best friend is Kennedy. Though their relationship is a rollercoaster there is no denying that these two girls love and support each other. Then you have Ophelia and her best friend Harris, a law student and co-worker at the record store. Harris is Ophelia’s cheerleader in the same way Ophelia is Jules. He encourages her to do better and in turn Ophelia supports him and his endeavors whole hardily. But even their relationship gets rocky because, well, that’s life. Even Kennedy and Ophelia become friends over their shared need to protect and empower Jules.
That’s not all though, the relationship Jules and Ophelia have with their significant others also shows that your S.O. should also double as your best friends. Not to mention, the show portrays positive male friendships too like the ones Harris forms with Jules’s S.O. Tyler and Ophelia’s S.O. Evan.
5. Shows that life doesn’t have to end after sexual assault. It’s possible to find love for yourself and others.
Often in television and films, sexual assault completely ruins the victim turning them off from love completely. That’s not the case at all with Sweet/Vicious. Sure, Jules has moments where she is consumed by the nightmares of her assault but for the most part, she doesn’t let what happened to her ruin her chance at love. Through the course of the series she finds herself in a relationship with Tyler who treats Jules as she, and any girl, deserves to be treated. They have their ups and downs but one thing that stays constant is their ability to support each other blindly. In my opinion, this is an integral part of the series and could have the biggest impact on survivors of sexual assault.
6. It’s not all dark. There’s comedic moments too
Sure, the series in rooted in two girls hunting down rapists and teaching them a “lesson,” but that’s not all it is. It simple terms, its a dark comedy. There are serious moments but there are also moments where you’re doubled over in laughter. Not to mention, Ophelia Mayer is the queen of comedic one liners like, “Robin is a bitch.”
7. What about Carter?
Oh yeah, did I forgot to mention the pilot ends with the girls burying a dead body. Did that catch your attention? As if that wasn’t dramatic enough, Carter is the brother of Tyler, Jules’s on and off again boyfriend. And the series ends with a shot of a garage with a piece of evidence left behind. That alone is reason enough to get the show renewed. Come on MTV we need to know what happens there.
8. Diverse Characters
Diversity comes in many forms with Sweet/Vicious. For one, both Jules and Ophelia’s are African American. Unlike some shows where race becomes the only defining feature of a character and their story line, Sweet/Vicious takes a different road. Both Kennedy and Harris are more than just the color of their skin and both have dynamic characterization through the 10 episode series. In addition, they are their own characters whose scenes don’t always revolve around their friendship with our protagonists.
And though, Ophelia never says she is bi, and Jennifer Kaytin Robinsons says she probably will never have a “coming out” reveal, the hints are there with promises for more exposure in a season 2.
9. Shows men standing up against sexual assault and not making excuses
Sure, there are men who are absolute scum on the show – aka the rapists. But, the Sweet/Vicious also makes a point to bring attention to positive males who don’t excuse the actions of their peers. Without giving too much away, Jules and Ophelia find an unexpected ally while trying to take down Nate, Jules’s rapist. In addition, later in the season Ophelia’s boyfriend, Evan, steps in as a watchdog for a girl in his dorm who was sexual assaulted to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.
Plus, Harris and Tyler have their own disdain for sexual assault. Especially, Tyler who’s brother, Carter, sexual assaulted a girl before “disappearing.” Though he misses his brother, he makes sure it is clear that he does not agree with his brother’s actions what so ever.
10. Jennifer Kaytin Robinson, the show’s creator, promises that she has even more issues to tackle in a season 2.
In an interview with Entertainment Weekly Jennifer Kaytin Robinson discusses the story lines she hopes to explore in the second season. Including, LGBT+ victims, male victims, bullying, and even race issues. Come on MTV, take a step into the 21st century and let these stories be told!
If you haven’t watched Sweet/Vicious yet I implore you to give it a chance. The full series is streaming now on MTV.com. And don’t forget to keep tweet #RenewSweetVicious.