and he has no idea why i keep giving him these evil stares

The 7 Elements of a SCENE

There are few things as soul-crushing in the writing process (at least to me) than getting a bunch of characters in a room with the intention of something happening, then the characters proceed to stand around and stare at each other.  

Or worse, look at you like this. 

My characters didn’t know why they were there. I didn’t know why they were there either. I had no clue what they were supposed to be doing, so I’d start throwing random instructions at them: “Fight, characters! You guys should fight now! Maybe fighting will make this event have a purpose!” Which inevitably resulted in characters going through the motions of battle for no apparent reason, like they had all lost their minds.

What was the problem? I didn’t know how to write a scene. I didn’t know what a scene was. I had a vague definition that it was something about changing scenery, or just “something happening”.

It’s not. And once I learned what a scene was, my characters got to stop pummeling each other, while wishing they could pummel me. 

So what is a scene? 

The definition of a scene is kind of like the definition of a story. Story is change, a massive change in the life of your main character. A scene is change too, but much smaller, and part of that huge story change. You couldn’t have the BIG change without these tiny changes. Thus, a scene is not switching scenery. It’s not flipping to a new Character’s POV. It’s one segment of change, which triggers the next change, which triggers the next, which gradually build into sequences, which build into Acts, which build into story. 

So what goes into a scene? How does it work?

1. Alternating Charges

If a scene opens positive, it will turn negative by the end. If it opens negative, it will end positive. Simple. 

2. Character Goals

Everybody in a scene wants something. If they don’t want anything, they shouldn’t be in the scene. And these characters, with their often opposing goals, are going to employ different tactics on each other to get what they want. Which creates …

3. Escalating Conflict

Conflict is created when one character wants one thing and another wants something else, right? So the characters in the scene are each pushing for something different, each new tactic increasing in determination. And what are these actions called?  

4. Beats

The beats of a scene are exchanges of action and reaction. One character does something, another character reacts. All exchanges (beats) are pushing the scene onward, building tension and conflict, until finally …

5. Turns & Revelations

The scene turns. The positive has changed to negative. Something has been discovered. The story has spun in a new direction.

6. Connection to Story Objective

Every scene must be connected to the BIG goal of the story, the main character is taking small actions to reach that big goal. If it isn’t obviously connected to this big plot, it won’t make sense. Your reader won’t know why the heck they’re reading the scene. Which brings us to … 

7. Logic & Necessity  

Every scene must be necessary. It must be able to be linked with the previous scene. “Because that happened in the previous scene, THIS must happen in this scene.”

So! To see how that all works, let’s break down a scene from Tangled. (Because I used it in the last post to map out how a premise works, and my little writer heart can’t resist symmetry.)

Which scene? The one right after this happens: 

Opening Charge: Positive. She’s realized everything. 

Rapunzel’s Goal: Rise up against her mother – finally. 

Gothel’s Goal: Regain control.

Escalating Conflict: They’re fighting over who controls Rapunzel, and this battle causes them to go from “mother and daughter” to “enemies”. The conflict builds nicely in this scene, causing the story turn.

Connection to Story Objective: Throughout the movie, the big thing Rapunzel wants is freedom, she wants her life to begin, she wants to have a new dream. This is the moment she figures out how to do that; it’s not escaping the tower, it’s escaping Gothel’s control over her.

So! Here’s the scene.

Beat 1

“Rapunzel? Rapunzel, what’s going on up there?”

Ignores her. Still processing the tremendous implications of this revelation. 

Beat 2

“Are you alright?" 

"I’m the lost princess.” (Dumbfounded. Almost whispering it to herself.)


Beat 3

“Oh, please speak up Rapunzel! You know how I hate the mumbling.” (Bullying.)

“I am the lost princess! Aren’t I?” (Fighting back. She will not be bullied anymore.)

Beat 4

Gothel stares, stunned. She’s rendered temporarily speechless, because her secret’s been revealed finally, and her victim is actually fighting against her.


“Did I mumble, Mother? Or should I even call you that?” (Accusing. Drawing herself up taller. Looking down on Gothel and glaring. She’s seeing her clearly for the first time in her life.)

Beat 5

After a pause, thinking up a tactic. “Oh, Rapunzel, do you even hear yourself? How could you ask such a ridiculous question?” (Laughs. Ridicules. Attempts to make her feel childish, dumb, worthy of being mocked. Tactics which have always worked. She even begins to hug her.)


Rapunzel pushes her. “It was you! It was all you!” (Still accusing and angry, but pain is beginning to show. It’s almost like she’s giving her a chance to explain herself.)


Beat 6

“Everything I did was to protect you.” (And Gothel doesn’t say anything redeeming. She’s holier than thou, regal, bestowing kindness on an ungrateful, stupid child. Trying to control through guilt.)

Rapunzel rams her out of the way. 

Beat 7

“Rapunzel!” (Shouting. Now trying anger.)

“I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power …” (Leaves her.)

Beat 8

"Rapunzel!” (Still trying the anger angle.)

“But I should have been hiding from you.” (Throwing the truth at her.)

Beat 9

“Where will you go? He won’t be there for you.” (She’s tried everything else. It’s time to attack her heart.)

“What did you do to him?” (Fear)

Beat 10

“That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes.” (She’s keeping up the disapproving mother act, but striking her right where it will hurt her most.)

“No.” (She’s stopped. Shrinking in on herself. Staring, horrified. And Gothel thinks she’s won.)

Beat 11

“Now, now.  It’s alright. Listen to me. All of this is as it should be.” She goes to pat Rapunzel’s head, a gesture symbolic of her superiority, her physical, mental, and emotional control over her victim.


Rapunzel grabs Gothel’s wrist. “No! You were wrong about the world. And you were wrong about me! And I will never let you use my hair again!" 

Beat 12

Gothel wrenches free, stumbling backwards in shock and anger, breaking the mirror in the process. 

Rapunzel walks away. She’s escaped Gothel emotionally now.

Beat 13

"You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.” (Well, now emotional control is over. It’s time to start stabbing Rapunzel’s boyfriend.)

This action has no reaction, interestingly. It leaves us hanging, a cliffhanger created with only beats. 

Closing Charge: Negative. She’s now a full-fledged villain, the motherly persona shed, and she’s determined to get what she wants whatever the cost. 

Turn: It changed from positive to negative,  and now we’ve got a Flynn-stabbing witch to deal with.  

Revelation: She’s always been evil. She has always been the bad guy. The motherly act was just that, an act. 

Logic & Necessity: This scene fits with the previous scene, and the one that follows.     

Though I’ve seen these concepts in many books, the place I first learned about it (and the best resource for scene design in my opinion) is the book Story by Robert McKee. It’s helped me countless times, is one of my favorite books on storytelling, and I highly recommend it if you write anything.

I realize that these definitions were a little vague, so I’ll be explaining things more thoroughly in subsequent posts. 

episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.  


Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep.  He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.

Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.  

Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice.  He’s trying not to laugh.

Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do.  I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.

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Two can play at this game

April Fools’ Day… the Snowbaz possibilities are endless. Also: @snowbaz-feda looks great and everyone should go check it out


March 31.

BAZ:

‘What did you do to him?’

Snow’s girlfriend has followed me out of the dining hall, her hands on her hips and her pretty eyes glaring.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I say, arching one eyebrow, and it’s true; I have no fucking clue what she’s on about, except that it’s about Snow. Everything is about Snow.

‘So this isn’t your doing?’ Her eyes are still squinted suspiciously.

‘Sadly, I can’t take credit for whatever has befallen Snow, but I’d love to hear about it.’ I pretend that I’m not worried. I tell myself that I’m glad if he’s hurt.

She huffs. ‘Just stay away from him, Baz.’

‘That’s going to be difficult, given that we share a room,’ I drawl. I suppose it’s no use telling her that I can never get far enough away from him. (I can never get close enough, either.)

‘I’m serious. I know you’re enemies and all, but that’s just politics. If you break his heart I swear Penelope will curse you so hard you’ll still be screaming from across the Veil. Hell, I’ll even do it myself.’ She’s practically spitting fire at this point.

‘Wellbelove, what the fuck are you on about?’

She sighs and crosses her arms. ‘Simon broke up with me.’

I try to squash down the hopeful feeling in my chest. It’s not like this is going to do me any good. (Anything is possible). (No, not this.)

‘My condolences,’ I say drily. ‘Or perhaps I should deliver them to Snow.’

‘He broke up with me because of you,’ she snaps. ‘Because of his feelings for you.’

‘Excuse me?’ I try not to let it show on my face. How fast my heart is beating. How much I want this to be true.

‘Just don’t use this to hurt him,’ she insists. ‘That would be low, even for you. Just leave him alone.’

‘Sorry, I’m still stuck on the part where you said Snow has feelings for me?’ My voice sounds too high.

‘Yeah, well, so am I,’ Wellbelove mutters. ‘I mean it, Baz. Don’t hurt him.’

‘What makes you think I can?’ Either Wellbelove is mistaken, or I must be hallucinating. Snow can’t have feelings for me. Snow hates me. He thinks I’m every kind of evil he’s ever known.

‘Because he told me,’ she says. ‘He says he’s in love with you, and I sure hope for his sake that it’s not true. I know you don’t think I’m much of a threat but I promise you, if you hurt someone I care about, I’ll fucking end you.’

‘Right,’ I say. I’m not scared of Wellbelove, but the way she’s looking at me right now, maybe I judged her too quickly. I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to worry, because I’m so in love with Simon Snow that even on good days I think it’s going to kill me, and all of this sounds way too good to be true.

‘I mean it,’ she says, and turns to walk away.

‘Noted,’ I manage to choke out, and now that her back is turned, I let the mask fall. I’m standing rooted to the spot staring after her with what must be a completely shell-shocked look on my face and – Aleister fucking Crowley.

Simon Snow can’t be in love with me. It’s impossible. It’s brilliant.

I look back through the door to the dining hall, and I see Wellbelove walk back to her table, and I realise Snow has been watching for her to come back.

Wait. There’s something I’m missing.

Why would she tell me that Snow has feelings for me, if she thinks I’m going to use it to hurt him?

And then I remember. Today is the last day of March. And that means tomorrow…

I draw in a sharp breath. It feels like I’ve been kicked in the gut. Fuck him. I fucking believed her, even if it was just for a minute. Fuck him for doing this to me. I want to march in there and drag him out of his chair and beat the living daylights out of him (I don’t. I don’t want to hurt him). I want to break down and cry, right here in front of the entire school. Natasha Pitch’s son, the vampire, a heartbroken, sobbing mess.

Alright. Fine, Snow. Fucking fine.

Two can play at this game.


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Lonely Hearts Club // Park Jimin

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the prompt: no one thought the obvious hufflepuff jimin would be sorted into slytherin. because of this, many people turned their back on him out of fear. you, a ravenclaw, aren’t afraid of him. in fact, you’re only annoyed by him. but what if the slytherin is only annoying because he doesn’t know how to portray his true feelings?

words: 5315

category: hogwart!au

author note: I’ve been writing this one on and off ever since namjoon sorted the members at that fansign and i finally finished it!! pls enjoy!

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Broken - Part 2

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Summary: Jensen and the reader had an amazing night…until the condom broke. Not happy with the way things went down, Jensen surprises the reader when he shows up at her house.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

Part 1


“The shit I get myself into.” Jensen grumbles to himself, absentmindedly grabbing the brim of his hat and spinning it around.

Tired and annoyed, Jensen’s at a standstill in the ice cream isle at Whole Foods. His greenish hazel eyes have been darting back and forth, trying to decide which brand of ice cream would be best for breakfast.

Inwardly groaning, the actor snaps his eyes shut realizing just how ridiculous that sounds. A fact like that should maybe deter him from pursuing a girl like you. Something perceived as cute and quirky could easily be a red flag in disguise. With his luck, you probably entertain some sick habit like collecting human teeth in the back of your closet.

Jensen’s ridiculous train of thought is interrupted by a text from Gen, thankfully she’s an early riser. He breathes a sigh of relief once your address is in his hands. It’s quickly chased away when a shit ton of nerves overtake him.

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Well, today is the day I die.

Warning: v jealous Luke, anxiety, cussing, scary Luke

Description: Luke gets jealous when you want to get food w/ a old friend.

Luke was unlike anyone you’d ever met.

He was quiet.

But had a way of being the light of any room he entered.

He didn’t have to say a word to make you smile or laugh, even cry.

But when he did it made him even better.

When he let you into his heart it was different from other people.

The way he thought and felt.

It made you wonder why he was so insecure. He was so beautiful, inside and undoubtedly outside.

His hair he started growing out after you met him was now curly gold locks. The way his eyes shined when he smiled made it impossible not to fall in love with him, which you did.

You fell in love with him so hard. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone that hard but it was no longer your choice.

You loved the way his mouth moved and the sound of his accent. You loved the way he looked at you, even when you didn’t realize.

But most of all you loved the way he loved you.

So recklessly and effortlessly. He loved you just as much as you loved him. It took him longer to fall in love with you but he did.

You knew the exact moment too.

The moment you made him yours.

It was a simple day. Not one particular special or different from any other.

You and Luke were laying in bed, you literally had gotten up once to get food and go to the bathroom and it was nearly 4 in the afternoon.

You both loved days like this, no pressure to do anything or be anywhere.

Just laying with your boyfriend in bed watching television but mostly talking.

He was telling about his childhood while you distracted him by playing with his fingertips. You could feel him watching you while you studied his long slender fingers.

When Luke finally noticed you and took the time to talk to you, it was obvious he was intrigued by you. Though he made it clear he didn’t want a relationship at the moment within a couple weeks he couldn’t stay away from you.

Now here you two were, having such a closed off boy share his most vulnerable stories. He stops talking, too preoccupied by you laying with him.

You stop fiddling with the tips of his fingers and just interlock your boney fingers with his. You notice the absence of his voice and glance up at him. His hair is fanned out over his forehead.

His eyes are pouring into yours so intensely you are drawn to him. You smile at him, knowing that look on his face.

There is no way explain it but pure love. You pushed his hair out of his eyes with your free hand and he leans down to kiss you.

“You’re my best friend.” He says quietly after you two pull apart.

They aren’t the words you expected him to say but it almost meant more.

That night has been imprinted in your brain ever since. Though it was months ago, you remember it like yesterday.

And it was days like this where you wish you could go back to that exact moment.

“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” He asks, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

You liked driving, which worked out because Luke will never admit it but driving makes him kinda nervous.

He slides his dark sunglasses off his face, giving you a look at his beautiful eyes you love so much.

“Oh, I was actually going to tell you I was planning on getting pizza with Marcus.” You back out of the parking spot.

You could feel Luke’s harsh gaze just as you expected.

Marcus was an old friend from high school. You two had kept contact and he has been wanting to meet up.

You have been putting it off because you were honestly afraid of how Luke would react. Luke wasn’t overly jealous, but if a guy looked at you for too long in public he would make sure to show him you were together.

You were okay with it because you loved Luke and wanted to make him feel secure in your relationship.

“Well. Okay…” He says shortly before looking out his window.

You were surprised that was all the fight he put up.

“Okay.” You say clicking on the radio.

Luke scoffs and harshly turns it back off.

You knew you were getting away too easy.

“Marcus? Is he that bloke from your secondary school?” He spits.

You wanted to smile from the difference in your language. Sometimes it like you two spoke different languages but you had been around him so much you understood.

“Yes. He has been wanting to hang out for a while. I’ve put him off as long as I can without being disrespectful.” You say simply.

You look over in Luke’s direction, glancing back at the road every couple seconds.

His eyebrows are tightly knit together and his blue eyes are dark like they always are when he gets angry.

“Why? So he can make a move on you? Does he know you have a boyfriend? You graduated school like three years ago. Have you been talking to him the whole time we’ve been together?” He shoots question after question at you.

“What a dick.” You hear him mutter under his breath.

His accent gets really thick when he is frustrated. You can see him clenching and unclenching his jaw over and over again.

“I… we were really good friends in high school. He found my Facebook and messaged me. Why is this any different than if a old girlfriend wanted to hang out with me?” You question him right back.

You don’t like him accusing you of anything. It actually hurt you more than you like to admit, almost like he doesn’t trust you.

You have never done anything to make him think that way.

“Because I don’t know what his intentions are. What if he tries to make a move on you?” You looks out his window again.

You glare at him this time. “Then I shut him down and leave. I have my own personal boundaries. Do you really think I would let him do something like that?” You raised your voice.

You get stopped a stop light which gives you a moment to look at him. He finally looks in your eyes and you raise your eyebrows.

He shakes his head, biting his bottom lip deep in thought.

“I just don’t like the idea of you hanging out with him alone.” He says continuing to shake his head

“When did I ever say we were hanging out alone?” You say getting a little frustrated. “We will be with a group of other people we went to highschool with. Plus even if we weren’t we would be in a PUBLIC place.” You say in hopes of making him feel better.

You almost want to invite him just to ease his mind but this whole thing has kinda pissed you off. You shouldn’t have to go everywhere with him. You love spending time with him and at the end of the day with him is where You want to be but you are two different people. Though you two are in a relationship you both need to be able to have your own lives.

That’s called a healthy relationship.

Your hopes of easing his mind fails when his glare intensifies and he looks ever more angry. You can practically hear his breathing quicken and he stares into your soul.

A honk behind you breaks you from his lock he has on your eyes. You realize the light is now green and you step on the gas pedal.

“Well why didn’t you bloody tell me that in the first place.” He is now yelling. “Is it- is it because he was the only person you can think about and- and the only person you look forward to seeing?” He is so mad he can barely speak which ends up making him more mad.

“No-” he doesn’t give you a chance to finish.

“You know what. Go. I don’t give a shit anymore. Fuck who you want. See who you want. Get pizza with who you want.” He slams his hand on the dash making you jump.

What is he saying.

“Luke-” You say softly, trying to reason with him.

He wasn’t having it. He now keeps his gaze out the window, shutting down the conversation.

You wouldn’t be that happy if he wanted to hang out with a girl he went to school with but you wouldn’t act this way. He was being unreasonable and almost scaring you, which he has never done before.

“Fine then I won’t fucking go. If it’s that big of a deal to you.” You look at him.

He shakes his head, still looking out the window. Refusing to look at you.

“No I just said I don’t give a shit.” He says. His voice is still very angry but he isn’t yelling anymore.

From what you can see of his face it is very red. From anger which was very obvious.

“Luke I don’t want to fight about something that isn’t even a thing.” You say, reaching with your hand that isn’t on the wheel and grasping his hand that’s laying on his thighs.

He snatched it away quickly but still doesn’t look at you. He leaves you wondering what shade his eyes were and you want to see them so bad.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He puts his hand back on his thigh. It is clenched in a fist, his knuckles turning white.

He finally looks at you, his eyes not at all what you expected. They were like you’ve never seen, so wild with anger. A sickening color of blue.

“I’m so fucking pissed you have no idea.” A smirk plays on his lips. But not the usual one where he wash playing around. It was one that looked almost evil.

“I can’t even fucking look at you.” He looks back out his window.

He was furious. You had expected him to be mad but this was outrageous. You feared this would be the day it all ended. The days in a warm bed with Luke. The secret glances you two shared that only you guys knew what they meant. The last time he looked at you with love in his eyes.

You are so caught up in your thoughts now that when you finally look at the road you were barreling towards a car stopped at a red light. You stomp on the brake, your car making a horrific noise as it skidded to a stop just in time.

Luke’s head snaps forward, his hands pressed against the dash to stop him from flying forward.

Your hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight, your heart pounding so loud at the close call.

“FUCK!” Luke yells. “Pull the fuck over. Pull over.” He is back to yelling.

You obey, turning your blinker on and making your way to the shoulder of the road.

“Why weren’t you paying attention we almost got in a fucking accent. Get out. I’m driving.” He says.

You park the car, turning it off, still trying to catch your breath.

He goes to open the door but you quickly lock them.

He turns his head painfully slow toward you. “Don’t fucking do that.” He practically growls.

“Luke.” You say as he turns back to his door once again trying to open it. You again lock it and he starts punching the door.

Yelling as he does it, you have ever seen him so angry. This time he just couldn’t handle it and all the anger he had built up comes out

“Fucking unlock the door, I can’t even fucking look at you. Fuck you! Fuck you!” He yells and you can’t help but start to cry.

“Luke.” You say again, your voice cracking. “Luke.” You say louder.

Your hand reaching out and literally forcing him to look at you. He tries to push your hand away but you grip his jaw and force him to look into your eyes.

“Luke! Stop. Please stop!” You yell louder than he was. Your tears falling freely down your cheeks.

His breathing is unstable and he is still fuming but he is finally looking at you.

“I won’t fucking go. I can’t understand the reason you are so mad but I can’t lose you. I fucking love you and would never do anything to hurt you.” You say.

You are still gripping his jaw, not harshly and he isn’t trying to pull away. His lips are extra pouty because of the way your holding his face.

“I fucking love you, Luke. You are my best friend.” You repeat the words he once spoke.

He almost looks like he is about to cry. He falls forward, laying his head on your chest. His nose buried in your neck.

He kisses your neck repeatedly, his hot breath hitting your skin.

“I’m so sorry.” He says repeatedly.

The tall lanky boy falling apart in your arms.

“I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” He says again.

You hug him, overwhelmed from how this afternoon turned out. You had fought before but never like this.

He kisses your neck again, but it wasn’t in a sexual way. It was in a loving apologetic way. Almost like he was giving himself to you.

Like you had when you first met him.

The Weird History of Batgirl

Because I can let’s talk Batgirl, shall we? 

It all starts in 1954 with a horrible book called “Seduction of the Innocent” a psychiatrist named Fredric Wertham claimed in his book basically everything wrong with society came from comics. One of his most famous claims was that Batman and Robin were gay and in a relationship and Batman comics were making young boys gay. The book blew up, there were Congressional hearings and the adoption of the “Comics Code”. DC was left with a major issue, millions of Americans had heard that Batman was gay and making their sons gay, so in 1956 they gave him a girlfriend. 

Kathy Kane, Batwoman. She was… um… you can imagine a woman hero in the 1950s made up solely to give Batman a case of the not gays? she was about as effective as you can expect, rather than an utility belt she had a utility purse. Basically she was there to tease Batman, or to need to get saved by Batman. Now Dick’s age between 1940 and the late 1970s was a little vague but the first 20ish years Robin was very young (9-10 years old). Starting in the late 1950s and early 1960s to reflect a slightly different age demographics of the readers DC started to shift him to be more of a middle school age. As a result the question was raised “Does Robin have a case of the not gays?” 

In 1960 DC answered that question and gave us Bat-Girl (note the spelling) Betty Kane was Kathy Kane’s niece. She was basically the same as Batwoman in being basically useless, teasing Dick (as you can see) and needing to be saved by him. She didn’t last long She showed up a number of times between 1960 and 1964 when a new editor thankfully canned the fainting doormat love interests. Betty wasn’t seen or heard from for about 10 years, briefly she appeared in the Teen Titans in the 1970s 

(wait is her hand on Dick’s butt?) I don’t think they explained where she went or anything. After Crisis on Infinite Earths Batwoman and Bat-Girl were written out of history. Bette Kane (note the spelling) would return as the hero Flamebird with a new history 

in 1966 Ratings were struggling in the live action Batman TV show and Executive producer William Dozier asked Batman editor Julius Schwartz to come up with a female hero to help attract women to the show. It was Dozier to came up with the idea that she’d be the daughter of Commissioner James Gordon. Selling the idea of Batgirl (note the spelling) to ABC is a big part of why they got a 3rd season of the show. in 1967 DC comics rolled out the first comic appearance of Batgirl

As you can see she still had an utility purse but at least she wasn’t in a skirt. Unlike Batwoman and Bat-Girl Babs refused to retire when ordered by condescending male Batman on grounds of her gender. Shortly there after Yvonne Craig brought Batgirl to life on the Batman TV show, the character was so popular she almost got her own spin off TV show (which would have been great) 

Sadly Batgirl was not enough to save the Batman TV show and the 3rd season was it’s last. But Batgirl was here to stay, She was a hard working Ph.D head of Gotham City public library, who appeared regularly in comics. She was very much her own crime fighter and a career woman which ruffled some feathers in 1971 DC published an open letter to people who had a problem with an empowered lady hero. 

“I’d like to say a few words about the reaction some readers have to Batgirl. These are readers who remember Batwoman and the other Bat-girls from years back … They were there because romance seemed to be needed in Batman’s life. But thanks to the big change and a foresighted editor, these hapless females are gone for good. In their place stands a girl who is a capable crime-fighter, a far cry from Batwoman who constantly had to be rescued [by] Batman.“

In the early 1970s Babs became a Congresswoman (only one term), retired, came back, went on a blind date with Clark Kent and come out as Batgirl to her dad. In 1975 DC started a comic called “Batman Family” which co-stared Batgirl and Robin starting the iconic partnership that would define both characters for years

Batgirl would also partner with Supergirl, she would give the eulogy for Supergirl during Crisis on Infinite Earths. Some things got changed about Babs after Crisis (for example she was Jim’s adopted daughter) Since the early 1980s struggled to find a place for Batgirl, and post-Crisis it got worse. in 1988 Alan Moore wrote The Killing Joke

In which Barbara is shot and crippled by the Joker in an effort to drive Commissioner Gordon insane. The story is still deeply controversial since Babs’ feelings about the attack are not explored in any way and her suffering is only about the emotional impact it has on two male characters (Her father, and Batman). In 2006 Moore apologized calling the story “shallow and ill-conceived” He recounted the react from DC editor Len Wein and Dick Giordano when he asked if it was okay to cripple Barbara. According to Moore they told him “Yeah, okay, cripple the bitch.” a line that has become iconic of comic’s disregard and downright hate of female characters. 

While many (male) writers and editors at DC assumed this was the end of the character and she would be retired the husband wife team of DC editor Kim Yale and writer John Ostrander refused to allow this to be the end. Revamping Barbara’s character as the wheelchair using super hacker, and brains of the DC, Oracle

11 years after Killing Joke DC did a major year long cross over event for all Batman books/characters. It was called No Man’s Land, Gotham City suffered a massive earthquake and after years of getting bailed out by the federal government. Gotham is evacuated and closed off from the rest of the US. However the poor, the criminals and a dedicated force of Gotham’s finest refuse to leave the city. Batman is missing at first and the city is protected by a new Batwoman

Batman returns and the two work together for a time till it’s revealed that the new Batgirl/woman is Helena Bertinelli, the Huntress. She took up the Bat mantle to keep hope alive in a battered city and to win approval from Batman who had been against her violent ways. They have a falling out and Bruce demands the suit which Bertinelli gives up. 

Meanwhile during No Man’s Land Babs took in a mute girl who they find has extreme fighting skills. This is Cassandra Cain, the daughter of the assassin David Cain. After Bertinelli gives up the Batgirl uniform it’s passed to Cain.

Cain would be the first Batgirl to get her own comic book (Batgirl Volume 1 and Volume 2) She would learn out to talk and read, build friendships with Barbara Gordon and Stephenie Brown as well as other Batfam members, have a brief relationship with Superboy, and prove herself maybe the most skilled fighter in the Batfam (even giving Bruce a run for his money) 

Of course all good things must end and DC turned her evil in a really dumb way that I won’t go into, and was hand waved away as “mind control” She bounced around between being and not being Batgirl in the middle 2000s before passing the job on to Stephenie Brown, Cassandra would return as Black Bat, the Batman of Hong Kong, and in DC rebirth as Orphan, now a much less talkative version of herself who seems not to really do full sentences 

Then there’s Stephanie Brown. Steph was originally the hero Spoiler. She was the daughter of a D list villain named “Cluemaster” (think a shitty Riddler) and was motivated to spoil his crimes. Despite Batman’s misgivings Tim Drake as Robin (without revealing his identity) helps her and they become friends, partners and boyfriend and girlfriend. She suffers through being kinda a member of the Batfam but not really, Tim girlfriend, an awkward teen pregnancy subplot that was all about Tim’s feelings and not hers. Things got better as Steph became a regular in Cass’s Batgirl. In 2004 there was a story arch where Tim Drake’s father Jack Drake learned he was Robin and forced Tim to retire. As a result Batman took Stephanie on as Robin. DC did what it tends to do to Lady characters and screwed her over. Steph was apparently tortured to death during the War Games crossover event (also the only black member of the Bat stable of characters was also murdered during that event, good times) Many fans reacted very poorly to this, and to he disrespect executive editor Dan DiDio showed in 2007 when he said that “She was never really a Robin”.

In 2008 Steph’s death was revealed to have been faked and she returned to the DCU. In 2009 Cassandra Cain handed over the title and uniform of Batgirl to Steph. Steph would soon rework the outfit to include her iconic Spoiler purple, she’d work closely with Barbara Gordon and was now a College Freshman rather than a high schooler, she dealt with Tim as Red Robin, Daman Wayne, and Dick Grayson’s Batman at different points during her run in Batgirl Volume 3 between 2009 and 2011

in 2011 DC rebooted reality for the New52, despite fan protests like Cassandra Steph was retconned out of reality till DC rebirth where Steph has returned as Spoiler, seemingly once again a high schooler and Tim Drake’s girlfriend

Finally in 2011 DC rebooted everything. In the new reality Barbara Gordon’s paralysis only lasted 3 years. DC has never really managed to clear up the story if she was or wasn’t Oracle, how she got to walk again etc. She’s also depicted as much younger than the past and her relationship with Dick Grayson was erased. This new Barbara has proved controversial with fans, many of who object to removing one of the only handicapped characters from DC. As well as moving Babs from an arguably central role in the DCU and Batfam to more of a side character. Others have struggled with the texting teenager characterization of this Batgirl. 

You Don’t Have To Change - Harry Hook x Reader

A/N I’ve been really inspired lately to write a bit more. I’m so thankful to hear some of your guys feedback on my last imagine and I thought why not make another one. Enjoy xoxo

Summary:You are the sister of King Ben and you have developed a crush on Harry Hook. You try so hard to become a Villain and ask the 4 VK to help you.


Harry’s POV

“I’m too dangerous for you lass” I spoke to Y/N we had been partnered up in chemistry class together “I can basically read your mind Y/N you don’t deserve me you deserve good and I’m evil.” “I don’t play by the rules Harry I know what evil is and I can be that for you.” Y/N flirted back attempting to be bad. I laughed as I smirked up at her “Y/N deary you have no idea what evil is.”

She’s suppose to marry royalty no matter what I cannot let her find out that I have been in love with her since the day I laid my eyes on her. She deserves good not evil.

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Chocobro Relationship Headcanons:

Noctis Lucis Caelum–

SFW.

Originally posted by elliejoys

This boy, I swear he is just trouble with a capital T.


  • Dating Noct was never exactly something you’d thought was possible.
  • Like sometimes you still sit down and look directly at him and think “wait. what. how.”
  • You were a part of the same group of friends for a while, but you’d known about him for a long time anyway.
  • You grew up hearing about him. Someone was always around, jabbering on and on about his family and how amazing he was, which only made matters worse for you and your nerves.
  • You’d only spoken a handful of times, and each instance left you so frazzled that to even look at him was an accomplishment.
  • Bc being in the same room with him made you so paranoid that at any moment you were gonna screw up so bad and make a fool out of yourself.
  • It wasn’t until one day where he came over and sat next to you, eyebrows pulled together and lips pursed as he just…. stared that matters changed.
  • Of course, the most logical thing you could think to do was stare right back, and thus began the most nerve-wracking staring contest you’ve ever been a part of.
  • After a good minute he sighed and rolled his eyes, shoulders dropping in defeat.
  • The conversation that followed was basically twenty minutes of you stuttering through apologies while he asked you to just treat him like a normal person from then on.
  • Once you did get over it, (after coming to the conclusion that yes he is royalty but who cares?) another problem became very apparent.
  • Oh No, He’s Hot™
  • Fast forward a little and somehow you end up going on a date with him after ALL of your friends get together secretly and form an evil scheme.
  • And by evil scheme I mean everyone bailed on hanging out and just didn’t tell you, so you end up standing in the prince’s doorway with a giant bag of snacks that– surprise– he sees and pulls you inside for because “come on in, these are my favorite chips.”
  • And the rest is history, really.
  • At first, he’s hard to understand. Noctis has emotions, obviously, it’s just that sometimes he has trouble getting them from his brain and into the world via verbal communication.
  • You figure out as time goes on that you don’t necessarily need him to tell you what he’s feeling. After a while, the tiniest little thing is enough for you to be like “Okay he is only grunting in response to everything. Ignis is definitely on his back about something again.”
  • “He’s obviously tired look at that pouty face.”
  • Or “He’s glanced at me twice in the past thirty seconds, he’s either hungry or he loves me.”
  • (He’s always hungry and he always loves you)
  • Noct’s still a young man. A growing boy who has a lot of responsibilies. He hungry.
  • You find him in your kitchen making a sandwich at 3am once. He looks up with a mouthful of bread, cheeks puffed out and eyes wide as you shine a flashlight directly at his face.
  • You almost have a heart attack. He almost gets a vase thrown at him bc you were so sure that someone had broken into your home to murder you.
  • Speaking of eating. You’ve somehow managed to convince him to eat his veggies on more than one occasion. Ignis practically begs you to tell him how you did so. Your grin is borderline evil.
  • Noct’s not all about that PDA life. Mostly because he’s royalty and people are really weird about it, and if the King heard he’d give the boy an earful.
  • That doesn’t mean he won’t touch you in public. Friendly touches are fine. Just no kissy kissy when other people are looking, okay?
  • Noctis somehow manages to sneak you into every event known to man. Whether it’s boring or stressful, he just wants you there to keep his mind off of things. One time he snuck you into a royal ball without telling you it was going on, and you have absolutely no idea how you weren’t carted out of there because it was obvious you didn’t belong in your sweat pants and t-shirt.
  • You made eye contact with the King and it felt like a crime. You had to go hide in the bathroom so no one saw you dying a little.
  • At some point during the night Noct emerges from the crowd and plops down beside of you, scooting his chair as close as he can get it to yours. This is your only warning before he conks out completely, face tucked into your neck and refusing to move as if you’re not surrounded by some of the most important people to ever exist in your lifetime.
  • Noct loves to bring you places. Some nights he’ll show up at your door with that look, and before you know it you’re in the passenger side of the Regalia, watching the city lights pass by through the rolled down windows.
  • He brings you to his favorite fishing spots, and you peer happily down into the water as he casts out a line. He’s never really caught anything in front of you. Mainly because a majority of the time you’ve taken your shoes off and are dipping your feet in the water, barely splashing against the surface. You aren’t aware that it scares the fish away, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell you to stop because you really look like you’re enjoying yourself.
  • Is so stubborn? About everything?
  • If you’re having a small or meaningless argument, he’s the first one to roll over and not listen.
  • Basically he’s like a kid who’ll plug his ears and say “la la la” until you stop telling him he needs to “just call Ignis back about the suit fitting before the man breaks my door down.”
  • He will apologise if something is seriously wrong, though. He can’t stand when you’re upset.
  • Honestly Noctis isn’t much of a talker. He’s much more of a listener, really. If something is bothering you, he’s always ready to let you say whatever you need to say and offer his opinion if it’s something you ask for.
  • But he’d much rather curl up and just relax after a particularly taxing day. He doesn’t want to talk about things, he just wants to use you as a pillow and take a nap. And, you’re cool with that.
  • He has used pretty much every part of your body as a pillow during nap time. His favourite places are your chest, your tummy, or your thighs.
  • He drools sometimes. 😒
  • Just needs a giant blanket and some good old snuggle time sometimes, dammit.
  • Doesn’t use pet names much, but gets really flustered and blushy whenever you use pet names on him.
  • Loves when you play with his hair! It’s the fastest way to get him to melt right into you, and he makes this little noise that sounds like he’s purring. Adorable.
  • Secretly really ticklish, but don’t you dare. It’s dangerous. I’m warning you.
  • Makes cute little kissy noises in his sleep sometimes when you try to wake him up? You don’t know why he does it he just does. You lean down to give him a little peck and it makes him smile, so you assume he’s only having good dreams.
  • When he’s tired he’s 10x more affectionate I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.
  • He’s going to spoil you and there’s no way around it. You better not accidentally mention something you want to him because the next day you will come home to two of them waiting at your door.
  • Where did he even find the exact shirt that an actor wore in a movie you saw five years ago? Your description was so vague. Like?? Is he okay?
  • Has stolen your bedding. You don’t know where he keeps taking it, but you just want it back
  • “Noct, please it’s cold and you have your own blankets at home.”
  • (it’s bc they smell like you.)
  • He’s thinking about getting a cat with you. Or a dog. Maybe both.
  • Calls you when he’s nervous about things. Your voice helps him calm down.
  • You have challenged Gladio to a fight for teasing him, and despite everyone laughing it was not a joke. You will get that man.
  • Has invited you to game night once. You kicked his ass and Prompto made fun of him the whole time.
  • Noctis Lucis Caelum is a sore loser.
  • But it’s alright, you always know just how to make it up to him.
Headcanon: If the SLBP guys accidentally time travelled to the future (part 1)

A.N: A imagine from me XD I admit I am beyond bored in my class 😂😂😂

Tagging @jemchew , and @rainbowatnight (SURPRISE HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER

Will post part 2 with 4 other lords soon!)

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Nobunaga

• You thought he would freak out

• seeing that he was in a wholly, different, weird, alienic world than his

• But

• “I demand you to show me this fortress of yours now.”

• Not only he is not freaking out; he has a smug look on

• “Excuse me?”

• “Is my orders that difficult to grasp you insolent woman?”

• “No, I meant why in hell should I even show you every corner of my house!” You snapped back

• “What, you dare defy my orders?”

• You groaned

• well you should show him who’s the big shot or that big head of his is going to get bigger

• “Yes, so?”

• Nobunaga widened his eyes.

• Did she, a lowly misbehaved insolent idiotic woman just spoke back at him?

• “Now, Mister Oda Nobunaga, three things you should know is-” You cleared your throat “First, I am the person who brought you in after you crashed on my roof so you have no right in hell to get rude at me. Second, you shall not call me INSOLENT. Third, I am the boss here and I make the rules. You overcross them, out. UNDERSTOOD?”

• Okay maybe he’d underestimated the people in this world.

• they sure had a short fused temper.

• “…understood.”

• Well he would go along for this once

• plainly because he isn’t familiar with this place.

• When he is

• You are going to get it from him.

• “So” you handed a broom, a mop and a bucket to him and he looked at you, puzzled.

• “Why are you giving me this-”

• “Did you expect me to clean the mess you made?” You gestured at the pile of debris from the broken roof.

• He glared at you

• “Woman, do you even know who I a-”

• “Oda Nobunaga, yes. So go clean up.”

• He stared at you

• and you gave him the finger before strutting away to your room in all your glory

• leaving him with a mop

• a broom

• a bucket

• a pile of debris

• and a raging feel to strangle you on sight.

• Forget about the whole get-it-from-him part

• he is going to kill you

Mitsuhide

• “What is this?”

• “Uh… a toaster?”

• He looked at you quizzically, finger still pointing at the recently identified object known as toaster.

• “What is it used for…?”

• “Uh…” you pondered “…for toasting bread..?”

• The question mime isn’t finished yet, though.

• “…may I ask how to operate it-”

Thought you’d never ask… you smirked to yourself.

• You eagerly grabbed two slices of bread and showed him how to use the toaster

• “See… when you hear a ‘ding’, it means the bread is already uh…. suitable for eating.”

• “Really? But…” He pointed at the pieces of brownish deliciously looking toast. “…they don’t look edible to me…”

• “Huh?” You looked at him mouth gaping and he gave you a apologetic look

• “It has…. quite a unpleasant colour… Mmph-!”

• You stuffed a slice of the ‘unpleasantly coloured’ bread into his mouth before he even get to finish his sentence and he gave you a look of shell shocked hesitation. You cheshire grinned up at him

• “Don’t knock it until you try it~~~”

• You winked at him playfully, and with a sigh

• *chomps*

• he bit into the crunchy brownish roasted grain and

• “!!!”

• Wow

• You thought to yourself

• this is the first time you saw a person, a real one, looking so… sparkly eyed by eating a toasted piece of plain bread

• His eyes could outshone a billion stars and power up every solar panel in Japan with their blinding realization of the taste of

• the legendary toast

• Yes

• That’s gotta be it

• “May I… have another piece?” He shyly (not shyly) raised his empty but crumb-filled hand in eagerness and embarrassment.

• You smiled at him and grabbed a loaf off the dining table

• “Sure!” You squeaked and he smiled back

• Moral value of the story

• no one could ever resist toast

• not even the legendary perfect af Mitsuhide.

• *evil cackle*

Yukimura

• “G-gaah….”

• You deadpanned

• “Yukimura… for God’s sake please stop staring at those girls they’d probably think you are a pervert-”

• “Bu-but… they… woman… dressed… legs…. GAH!!!!!” He shrieked hyper high pitched after blubbering a mess of jumbled words into a full (or maybe half) sentence to you, face redder than chillies

• You sighed

• maybe it was a bad idea bringing him with you

• But you just wanted to buy some clothes for him at the nearest shopping centre - he couldn’t go full on cosplay 24/7, absolutely no

• and

• he did said that…

*30 minutes ago*

• “I REFUSE TO LET A WOMAN WANDER ON THE STREETS ALONE AT NIGHT!!!!! As a man, it is my responsibility to protect you!”

• “But- ”

• “I won’t hear any of this! I’ll just tag along and you do your thing!” Yukimura straightened his back confidently

*present*

• …just like that

• but now you are not that certain who is the protector

• Who would know that Yukimura would be so terrified of women in skimpy miniskirts?

• “W-why do they… wear so… thin…”

• You looked at Yukimura who is turning pale-ish with scarlet tints to the ears

• …looks like you gotta get him outta here or the poor boy is going to combust

• “Yukimura, come here” You tugged on his arm forcefully, intending to lead him to a nearby department

• “GAH!!”

• You looked back at him, a huge question mark forming on your head

• “I- I can walk on my.. own…” Yukimura said, face darkened into a more prominent shade of scarlet than you thought possible, prying his arm away from yours and walked awkwardly towards a store.

• “Yukimura,”

• He almost jumped at the mention of his name

• “Y-yes!”

• “The clothing department’s this way”

• “O-oh… ok.”

• You almost laughed but you pinched yourself to hide it

• what a flustered cinnamon he is

Saizo

• “….little lady…”

• “What is it Saizo” you called out, hands fumbling over some stray pins and rubber bands on your hair

• “Your device is singing”

• Saizo spoke, monotone as always

• “Just ignore it” You said, holding a pin with your mouth due to your already full hands “-oh wait, can you tell me the words on my phone?”

• Saizo glanced at the black device that had just sprinted bright with life and music “Mom.”

• “Ogh mom..” You mumbled, hairpin still between your teeth when it dawned on you

• “WAIT MOM?!!!”

• There was a violent thud, some crashing

• “GIVE IT TO ME! QUICK!! FAST!!!”

• You sprinted towards Saizo, grabbed the phone from his hands and received the call

• “Hello? Mom??” you tucked a hand in your disheveled hair

• Saizo looked at you indifferently, watching your face gradually becoming pale

• “NO….! MOM NO…! Don’t come please I am not ready how many times had I told you I DONT HAVE A BOYFRIEND IT IS TRUE THAN THE FACT YOU ARE MY MOTHER”

• well Saizo had a hunch that things are going to be entertaining in a sense

• “MOM…! NO-” you paused your yelling, and stared in disbelief at your phone

• She had hung up on you

• she is coming

• right now

• and

• You looked at Saizo

• “MY MOM IS COMING PLEASE SAIZO DO ME A FAVOR AND PLEASE HIDE ITS A EMERGENCY HELP ME PLEASE!!!”

• as expected, Saizo merely shrugged

• “Why should I?”

• You groaned

• “Please…. HELP… or if she sees you you and me are going to die”

• He raised a eyebrow, clearly amused “and why is that?”

• You almost pulled out your hair

• “Saizo, I AM SERIOUS. If she sees you… then… you are going to…”

• “What?”

• “become… my… boyfriend… or let’s just say… fiance… because my mom came to keep an eye on me and… she is kinda… anxious in marrying me to any guy…”

• Now it was his turn to look at you

• “No.”

• “EXACTLY, SO PLEASE COOPERATE WITH ME AND SAVE OUR ASSES” You cried out

• “I don’t-” Saizo’s speech was interrupted by a roar that suspiciously sounded like a engine from your lawn and you spotted a suspiciously familiar looking car just outside….

• “I DONT CARE ANYMORE YOU ARE GOING WITH ME!” you screamed, grabbed his hand

• pushed him in a closet, and locked it

• The door popped open and out came your mom

• “DARLINGGGG how are you lately!!!”

•You sweatdropped at the sight of her imposing image and Saizo’s attempts to get out of the locked closet

• “Uh… just fine mom!” you piped up when you hear a loud thump from the closet behind you

• “Um sweetie what was that?”

• You gave a good kick to the closet beside you

• “NOTHING MOM.”

I Wanted It to be Real

A fake relationship AU. There will be 6 chapters, all from Simon’s POV, and I’ll probably be updating every 3-4 days. Hope you like it!! (Also, warning: a bit of homophobia at the start.)

Chapter 1

Christmas break at the Bunces’ was a lot crazier than the Wellbeloves’. Usually I’d stay with Agatha, but since we broke up in October she thought it would be a bit weird if I stayed with them this year. She said she didn’t want her parents getting the wrong idea. Penny says that means Agatha didn’t want them bugging her, asking why we’re not together. (I want to ask her too, but I don’t want to ruin anything. I thought we were meant to be endgame, but even I can see she’s happier now.)

For one thing Penny has way more siblings than Agatha. Christmas is the one day of the year where all the Bunces will sit down to dinner together, and by the end of the meal everyone was threatening never to do it again. (Premal wasn’t there; Penny says he’s always busy with the Mage.) Two of the younger ones had a fight over presents and Penny’s dad just wanted to talk to me about the Humdrum.

It was crazy and exhausting and I loved it. I love that they’re all so different, but that they all belong there. No explanations needed.

Penny’s mum is driving us back to Watford. Penny’s in the front seat, and they’re talking about magickal politics while I stare out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the gate. Magic separates us from the world; let nothing separate us from each other. It’s always good to come home.

We park by the Great Lawn, Penny and Dr Bunce still deep in conversation. I crane my head, peering around at all the other cars pulling up, students walking out and slamming doors then heading towards the drawbridge. Agatha’s probably not back yet, but I’m not looking for Agatha.

‘Well, I’d better be heading home,’ Dr Bunce says, leaning over to hug Penny. ‘You two take care. Be safe.’

‘We will,’ Penny says, scrambling out of the car.

‘Simon?’

‘Of course, Dr Bunce,’ I say, even though it’s a promise I can’t make. The Humdrum’s still out there somewhere. Plus I have an evil vampire for a roommate, so being safe is never really an option.

Just as he crosses my mind, I finally spot Baz. He’s standing by a sleek black car with his dad, who’s just a little bit shorter than him and not as intimidating as I thought he’d look. Maybe that’s just because nobody looks intimidating next to Baz. I squint at them, and notice that Baz’s dad has his arms crossed and Baz’s shoulders are stiff like he’s watching for a threat.

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“Tactical Prodigy Lance”

Hello everyone! Here I am again contributing to Langst!

So, @skitnote and I were talking about the Tactical Prodigy Lance Headcanon created by @willowstarr​ and I call this “headcanon within the headcanon” or can also be known as “Want to write a full fic but the mind is a jumble mess so just putting out the main ideas here”.

Just to make things clear again, the headcanon belongs to willowstarr and we are just here making conclusions out of it. Also, might be a bit OOC.

> Hunk was in Hulk mode against the rest of the team when Lance got captured by the Galra just because no one wants to hear the ideas of his best friend except for him.

> Hunk in Hulk mode was not the type to smash things but rather he was the type to smash feelings.

> There was a reason why people usually says that you should not anger people who were always seen as angels sent from heaven. Good or silent people were scary when angry.

> So, Hunk had a lot of stuff to say since he was ever the observant one when it comes to Lance. Yeah, later Hunk will be horrified that he had basically guilt trip his teammates (except Coran because he was an awesome Space Uncle) about their attitudes and general interaction towards their resident Blue Paladin.

> Hunk was disappointed at Pidge because, “dude, we are Lance’s teammates back in Garrison. How could you forget that he is one of the genius tacticians the American government wanted to keep for themselves???”

> Driven by guilt and receiving disappointing stares from Hunk and Coran, the rest of the team including Allura worked non-stop in finding Lance. (Of course Hunk and Coran had the sense of forcing them to eat, rest, and sleep because they will be even more useless if they collapsed due to exhaustion)

> Weeks passed and the team received a lot of attacks from the Galran army.

> The attacks were too organized and obviously designed to pulverized Voltron in defeat.

> Hunk, as well as Pidge now, noticed the pattern of attacks and how the Galra specifically knew each weaknesses of the Paladins and the Castle of Lions.

> They reached a horrfying realization that they might be using Lance’s mind to attack them.

> The theory was solidified when Slav mentioned that the Galra has a technology to extract knowledge from their prisoners.

> They needed to dance around since the fight was almost becoming like the board game “Games of the Generals”. Hunk and Pidge brainstormed with Shiro and Allura on how they can counter attack the enemies. Majority of the working ideas were from Hunk since he has a certain grasp on how Lance’s mind worked so more or less they could assume.

> It took them two months to finally rescue Lance.

> They did have Lance back in the castle. Healed physically but, as always, the damaged has been done.

> Lance was only present during trainings and meals. He was never there during meetings especially when there was a mission to be taken.

> Lance became selectively mute. He would not meet the eyes of the others. It took Hunk a while to get Lance comfortable with his presence again and Coran followed suit. Sadly the rest was not graced with the same result.

> Lance would not hear anything about the whole plan during mission debriefings. He would just follow the orders specifically said to him and if he was the only one who can do it.

> Lance would never voiced out his opinion in any subject matter.

> Lance avoided going to the observatory. The usual star maps do not give him a sense of calmness anymore.

> The damage has been done. Lance learned to hate and fear his gift.

(Admit it, we are all evil at a certain degree for creating and loving Langst. Not that I regret anything about it)

Thanks for reading and I’m happy that this headcanon existed! Thank you for the wonderful person who created it!

Stay - Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by sonofdork

A/N Did ya’ll miss me? I know some of you probably hate me because I’ve been so inactive on this account and I’m so so so sorry school this year is so stressful and I am a Junior in High School so my schedule is pretty packed. Plus I have cheer practice as well as soccer season that is slowly approaching so please please be patient with me. Anyways I had an amazing idea while on the couch on day and just decided to write a little something for you guys. But I genially want to hear your guys opinion oh this. I kinda want to step outta this Descendants bubble and write about other people. Lately I’ve watched Spider Man and OMG GUYS TOM HOLLAND SO ADORABLE. If you guys want to see me write about Tom Holland or Peter Parker I’m totally down for it. Just send me message I enjoy talking to ya’ll. Lots of love -Vee 


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anonymous asked:

Omg I love the idea of MC having scars (like not just burn scars, like idk maybe abusive past?? i like angst rip;; ) and being insecure but the RFA (+ V and Saeran) just being all "stop you're so beautiful I loVE YOU SO YOU gOTTA LOVE YOURSELF MC!!!"

Pffft. “You gotta love yourself MC!” Are you dairy farmer? Because that was cheesy.

(I’d like to point out that some of these were already written before the prompt, and others were not, so I attempted to give the new ones new backgrounds, but kept Zen’s, Jumin’s, and Saeyoung’s the same because I liked them so much…. V’s was half written, so that’s why it’s still burns, just a different context)


Yoosung

  • MC has surgical scars all over her body
  • She tried to hide them from Yoosung because she didn’t want to worry
  • Of course, when he did see them, he was concerned
  • MC had to awkwardly explain that she’d had a bunch of cancerous tumors as a kid and they’d all had to be removed as they cropped up
  • Now, MC didn’t have any tumors or cancer anymore, but she still has to go in for regular check ups
  • MC is a little self conscious about her scars, so she tries to cover them up with makeup whenever one might be visible
  • Yoosung actually likes the scars a little because they’re proof that she’s a survivor and she’s alive

Jaehee

  • Remember that post about MC’s ex coming back to beat her violently? This is a continuation
  • MC has scars left from her ex’s heels
  • There are several in her arms and legs and only a little less on her torso
  • MC has a hard time looking at herself in the mirror after that
  • It’s always going to be a reminder
  • But Jaehee holds MC when she’s upset and feeling down on herself
  • And more than that, when MC wished the scars would go away, Jaehee was supportive
  • And MC whenever says that the scars make her ugly, Jaehee says the scars don’t affect her beauty at all

Zen

  • Well, he didn’t expect them, that’s for sure
  • He knew she was hiding something, he just didn’t know what
  • Zen walked in on her climbing into the shower by accident
  • There were burn scars diagonally across her back
  • And when MC turned around, startled, he saw there were more
  • He apologized and ducked out
  • While MC took her shower, Zen had plenty of time to think
  • How long had she had those scars? How did she get them? Is that why she always covered up so much and shied away when they started getting hot and heavy?
  • When the water stops, Zen waits anxiously for MC to come out so he can ask his questions, but twenty minutes later, she’s still inside
  • Zen goes to the door to knock and ask if she’s okay, only to hear her softly weeping
  • Propriety be damned, Zen bursts in and asks her what’s wrong (she’s wearing a robe)
  • She tries to collect herself and say it’s nothing, but Zen can clearly see it’s not nothing
  • MC explains that she’s afraid Zen won’t care about her now he knows she’s not beautiful
  • Zen’s actually offended she thinks he’d be so shallow
  • “Then again,” he thinks, “I’m such a narcissist. I probably deserved that.”
  • Zen makes it clear that she IS beautiful, that he loves her no matter what
  • A few scars aren’t going to scare him away
  • MC throws her arms around his chest
  • He ends up carrying her to bed and cuddling (you can’t tell me he wouldn’t because all evidence shows MC as tiny and he’s tall and works out and he would totally feel strong and powerful picking up his girlfriend and carrying her around)

Jumin

  • He finds out when he buys MC a new dress
  • She’s reluctant to try it on because she knows it’ll expose the scars on her legs and back
  • But Jumin’s so excited about the dress and confused at her hesitation, she can’t say no
  • So she tried it on, and Jumin sees the scars
  • His first question is, “did someone hurt you?”
  • She explains that she was in a house fire as a little girl and a burning beam fell on her and left some pretty nasty scars
  • His next question is why she never got cosmetic surgery to fix it (he doesn’t mean it in harmful way, but she’s clearly uncomfortable and he doesn’t like seeing her unhappy)
  • She explains that the procedures were always beyond her means, now she’s just used to covering herself up like crazy
  • He offers to pay for the surgery, if she wants it, but she declines, saying she’d feel like a gold digger if she did that
  • He doesn’t bother her about it after that, but states that it’s on the table, if she wants it
  • He’s also a lot more careful when buying clothes for her
  • When MC asks him why he wasn’t disturbed by the scars, he simply states that she’s beautiful with or without them
  • He just wants her to be happy

Saeyoung

  • He found the fire in her background check
  • He found that the fire took her mother and he saw the medical records
  • His first thought was, “god, she was only 7 years old.”
  • He starts to wonder if his user name is a nasty reminder, but he figures it’s probably not
  • However, when he sees MC naked for the first time, he blanches a little
  • He didn’t realize it was this bad
  • And then she covers herself up, a look of embarrassment and fear in her eyes
  • Immediately Saeyoung makes it clear that he knew she had scars, he didn’t think they’d be this bad, he’s sorry for staring, he didn’t mean to make her self conscious
  • He finds himself in the midst of a rambling apology when she giggles at his reaction
  • Saeyoung is just happy he managed to make her feel more at ease
  • The next time he sees the scars, he kisses them
  • Maybe he builds a story for when they have kids that basically is the story of their mother killing a mighty, evil dragon that killed her mother, and that’s why she has all those scars

V

  • Unlike the others, he doesn’t see the scars.
  • He feels them
  • But he doesn’t pry
  • He doesn’t feel like he deserves to know
  • But his hands keep wandering to them and she knows that he’s burning (no pun intended) to know
  • When V finally can’t take it anymore, he asks
  • She’s reluctant to explain everything to him, but MC says that she got into a little of incidents as a kid with a curling iron
  • V accepts this explanation for a while… before he realizes that they’re all equally spaced, on her sides, thighs, and upper arms with on her left forearm
  • A few days later he asks about it and how they’re easily spaced
  • He asks if she was hurting herself back then
  • Knowing what Rika did to him - making him watch her hurt herself - MC immediately denies it, but…..
  • Bascially, her mom was a manipulative, cruel bitch that took a curling iron to her more than once as punishment until she was 14, when she ran away
  • V kisses the scars and tells her he loves her and nobody will ever hurt her like that again

Saeran

  • Scars on her wrists and ankles that looked suspiciously the scars on his ankle immediately put him on edge
  • Who hurt her?
  • MC tries to brush it off and not talk about it
  • But the moment she starts deflecting, he recognizes his own behavior
  • The difference is, when Saeran deflects, he uses anger, when MC deflects, she uses humor
  • Of course, Saeran stops asking because he doesn’t like talking about his own scars, but he wants to hurt whoever hurt her
  • Much to his surprise (and panic because of his inability to deal with such situations), Saeran finds MC crying on the floor of the closet one day
  • When he asks her why she’s crying, she admits that she’s embarrassed by the scars and she hates them
  • They make her feel like she’s back in her parents basement, chained to the water heater
  • He flinches at the idea, but he ends up joining her in the closet and just sitting with her
  • They talk about ways to hide the scars and how wrong their parents were to treat them like that
  • They also talk revenge fantasies, which makes MC feel better and gives Saeran ideas on how to treat her parents if he ever meets them
Scott Never Mistreated Theo

As both a Scott and a Theo fan, I’ve come across this argument again and again and again: Scott is unfair and cruel to Theo. He doesn’t care that Theo’s been hurt.

I’m not going to get into if Theo deserves Scott’s help or mercy, because that is another, more nuanced, argument in itself. But what I am going to talk about is Scott’s canon actions towards Theo after Theo killed him in the library, because I feel that there is a large misconception - specifically where people say that Scott did things that actually other members of the pack did, not Scott.

5B - After the events of 5A the pack hates Theo. They are openly hostile and express aggression towards him in every scene they are together. Every person except Scott.

Scene #1 - The Library

While stiles is threatening to beat him with a lead pipe wrapped in barbed wire, Scott is staring at him sadly:

This is still one of the first few time Scott has seen Theo since the betrayal and he doesn’t threaten him or attack him verbally in any way. Also they are in the place that Theo killed him in this scene.

Scene #2 - Here we have another scene where Liam is threatening Theo, and Scott is specifically not doing that.

Scene #3 - Now we have a scene where Theo is becoming emotionally upset by the Dread Doctors and Scott actually looks concerned for him and tries to talk him down.


Even after everything Theo’d done to him, he seems concerned for him.

Now for the opposition:

1) People claim that Scott somehow was responsible or tricked Theo into killing his pack. This isn’t true. Scott asked Deucalion to let himself be captured and to feed Theo faulty information about how to absorb the Beast’s power. That is what we know from the canon.

Scott didn’t tell Deucalion “Oh and while you’re at it, make sure Theo tries this out on his chimera pack”. That would be a complete opposite of every value that Scott is committed to. He opposes killing people that have proven again and again that they’re evil. He wouldn’t do that.

2) People are mad that Scott didn’t save Theo from “hell”. First of all, Scott didn’t put Theo in hell. He didn’t even tell Kira to put him there. She came to this solution all on her own. At the time that this happened, Theo posed an immense threat to the pack - he was overpowered and made an express action to try to kill them all. But even if Scott wanted to help Theo, he couldn’t. It happened in the span of a few seconds.

In fact, let’s look at Scott’s reaction:

He’s shocked and horrified. He even takes a step forward, as if thinking about helping him. He obviously feels bad for Theo, but the situation is complicated to say the least. Maybe he hopes that Theo will learn something beneath the ground, maybe he’s just frozen still, not sure what to do.

Theo hurt Scott more than anyone else, and yet, far from hating him, Scott seems to be the only person in the pack that gives a fuck about Theo’s suffering at all.

Moving into 6A:

This is the season where people really start to gripe about Theo’s “unfair” treatment by the pack. Again, for the sake of the argument I don’t want to get into if it’s fair or not. I just want to look at how Scott treated Theo vs others.

In 6A Theo is brought back from hell, he’s dragged around, used, threatened, beaten, and generally treated like a dog. By who? Not by Scott.

Liam is the one wrenching Theo around and threatening him every five minutes.

When Scott shows up and is shocked to find Theo in his house, he responds emotionally, but does not move to hurt him:

This is the most hostile we ever see Scott act towards Theo in the entire show. Please keep in mind that Theo turned all of Scott’s friends against him, and then killed him in the past. The worst thing Scott does is tell him that he has to control himself not to hurt him.

Now we have Theo laying helplessly on the floor, making no effort to defend himself, as Malia pummels his face:

This is where Scott nods his head and goes “Yup, give it to him Malia, he deserves it.” right? Oh wait, no, that’s not what happened:

Instead we get Scott pulling Malia off of him.

Scott does suggest that they put Theo back, but at that time he still thinks that Theo poses a very real threat to the safety of others. He doesn’t want to see Theo suffer, he doesn’t want to send Theo beneath the ground to punish him, he just doesn’t want to enable Theo to kill people. Once he sees that Theo isn’t a threat, and that there is a plan in place to keep him under watch, he retracts the statement. (Additionally - Scott doesn’t know what Theo went through in hell. We as an audience knows, but Scott does not.)

Then we get some scenes of, again, not Scott, yanking Theo around on a chain:

Scott isn’t even present in the scene. In fact, Liam doesn’t yank Theo around at all in front of Scott. Why? Probably because he knows Scott wouldn’t approve.

In Scott and Theo’s next scene Theo helps Scott against the Ghost Riders, and after that Scott never once in the entire show does anything hostile towards Theo:

He never again deals with Theo in anger, or treats him like less than a person, even though every other member of the pack does.

Going into 6B:

Scene #1 - Theo shows up at the police station:

Liam reaction (keep in mind this is after Theo saved his ass twice, not before):

Malia to Theo:

And what does Scott do?

Zero surprises, he intervenes.

Scott then let’s Theo assist throughout the encounter, treating him like a teammate. Scott never brings up what Theo did in S5 throughout the entirety of 6B. He only encourages Theo’s improved behavior and protects him as if he’s one of the pack:

Which is more than we can say for Liam:

And Malia:

And even the world’s most cinnamony role ever, Mason:

Again - I’m not trying to claim that Theo is a perfect cinnamon roll or make any arguments about how the rest of the pack should treat him. All I’m saying is that the idea that Scott has mistreated Theo in any way is complete ludicrous.

Scott’s closing monologue is about how people that used to be his enemies are now allies, and we know he’s talking about Theo.

Even after everything Theo did to Scott, Scott still showed on several occasions that he cared for Theo, was concerned about him, and was willing to give him a second chance.

Tired of hiding

This one is for the lovely anon who sent me the prompt. I really really hope it lives up to your idea and how you imagined it. *crosses fingers* *worries*

(Note to everyone else reading this - the idea and most of the storyline isn’t mine)

Summary: Baz starts going to an LGBT+ club at Watford, Simon finds out and it changes the way he sees Baz

Warning: homophobia (well… kind of. It may all just be a big misunderstanding)

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Can you do an (platonic of course) imagine about MC being kinda young? Like 13-15? Thank you!

separated saeran/unknown cuz the setting of this HC is more fitting for unknown, but included saeran too [so there are 2 different HCs]

Enjoy~

Note: This request was made by one of the applicants for the co-admin. Posted with permission from the respective person. 

Ri’s Edit on May 6: Ayyyy throwback, this was my entry to get accepted as admin lololol!!

Yoosung:

  • he was really interested in the new girl in the RFA… unhealthily interested… 
  • the poor, lonely boy didn’t know that you were barely in high school! 
  • BOOM. 
  • that’s the sound of his guilt and embarrassment crashing on him when he finally met you at the party.
  • “MC! You’re uh, really… young.”  
  • but as you talked with him more, he realized that you’re still the same person in the chat that he admires 
  • he respects you a lot for gathering so many guests, especially with your age
  • you were greeting all the guests so professionally and engaging them in thoughtful conversations, rather than simple, polite ones - after the party, he approaches you excitedly 
  • “MC… I think you’re really amazing… Not everyone can handle this so well at your age!”  
  • he would definitely ask you to hang out with him when you’re free, just as friends, looking past the age difference  
  • he would probably like to take you to a pet shelter that he volunteers at, hoping to talk to you more, and to show you his skill with animals 
  • although he was disappointed that he was still a single pringle, he’d be overjoyed that someone he respected so much (cough, you) was his friend

Zen:

  • it didn’t matter to him how old you were, because to him, you’re still a lady  
  • and he’s deadset on being a gentleman. 
  • he will fawn over you and offer his aid for the littlest things 
  • “Let me help you, mi'lady.“ 
  • *insert sparkly smile* 
  • Even if it’s just pouring water. 
  • he takes a lot of selfies with you because he thinks that’s what teenagers are into. 
  • deadly protective of you. 
  • he will glare at seven for even THINKING to prank you, and WILL hunt him down 
  • and he will even talk to Jumin Han if it means keeping him from talking to you and ‘tainting’ your purity 
  • Zen was like the older overprotective brother (or maybe sister lololol) you didn’t know you had… 
  • and even after the party, he continued to treat you like his little sister: taking you out for ice cream when you passed your tests, shopping with you and offering his fashion advice, making sure boys weren’t bothering you, all that sisterly Zen stuff

Jaehee:

  • she has so much respect for you, honestly  
  • no, not because of the party organizing actually  
  • but because you could deal with Jumin Han.  
  • “MC! Please… I beg you to grow up faster, my job will be reserved for you!“ 
  • you thought it was ridiculous. It’s not like you really had any control over Jumin… 
  • but you and Jaehee got along very well, and laughed about Jumin together  
  • she even got you into watching Zen’s DVDs… although she covered your eyes for every inappropriate scene 
  • “nonono MC, you’re too young for this!”  
  • although, it really made you curious why she’d always be nosebleeding after…  

Seven: 

  • dude, he’s been gushing over how cute you looked since he first looked into your background 
  • he has spammed V’s phone about you too many times to count 
  • when he finally met you, he’d be playing pranks on you CONSTANTLY 
  • and he’d be cracking lame jokes with you  
  • and telling stupid stories to you - and pranking OTHERS with you  
  • all those things he wanted to do with his brother… instead, he did them with you, someone he viewed as his little sister  
  • but all his fun and games are gone as soon as anyone else makes fun of you. A guest pointed out that you were just a kid, and that it was improper for you to be at the party. 
  • Seven angrily retaliated that you had organized the party, and made the guest apologize 
  • that is, not before he stole the guest’s id card and hacked into all their social media!! 
  • all behind your back of course, he didn’t want to be evil in your eyes. He wanted to be your Defender of Justice, 707! 

Jumin 

  • he had no idea you were so young. 
  • after all, he was completely ignorant of it when you mentioned it in chat… It’s Jumin Han, what do you expect? 
  • when he first saw you at the party, he thought you were a lost child. 
  • “Good afternoon… Do you need help finding your parents?”  
  • to say he was shocked when he found out you were MC would be an understatement  
  • you two got off on the wrong foot for sure. You, upset that he thought you were a kid. Him, upset that you had shouted at him about it. 
  • but as an adult, he felt that it was his responsibility to watch over you  
  • so he watched as you easily interacted with the guests, making them laugh and successfully encouraging them to donate as much as they could 
  • and he watched as you got along with the other RFA members better than he did, even though he’d been with them for much longer 
  • and he watched as you delivered an inspiring speech, your charisma captivating the audience 
  • he was so ready to hire you. 
  • but you were still bitter about him… 
  • so for weeks after the party, he was sending you luxurious gifts in an attempt to coax you into wanting to work for him in the future 
  • finally, you confront him, demanding that he should stop sending gifts because you’d rather get to know him and develop the desire to work for him, rather than be tempted by money 
  • well! you’ve just won over his respect and admiration, as a person, and as a female. 
  • despite your protests, he will NOT stop spoiling you. Your TV broke down? Replaced. You cracked your phone? Now you have an entirely new one. You want a pet? Just choose one.  
  • he’ll even give you special permission to play with Elizabeth the 3rd.


V

  •  - he adored you. 
  • this man absolutely loved children, and treated you like a child, rather than your age 
  • he gave you a giant teddy bear, bags of candy and a tiny tiara accessory when he met you at the RFA party 
  • “she’s our little princess, don’t you think?!" 
  • he sounded so excited about it, you’d feel bad protesting. 
  • Seven was constantly taking pictures of you and snickering, and V eventually found out why 
  • he felt bad for not considering your feelings. 
  • he later apologized to you privately for treating you like a child… And promised to treat you with the same respect as the other members - but you admitted that you kinda liked being spoiled by him… 
  • so don’t be surprised when he gives you a dress the next time he meets you - "it’s to match with your tiara, princess~" 
  • you weren’t old enough to be his queen, but you were perfect to be his princess! 

Saeran:

  • he shifted uncomfortably in front of you, and you stared right back with a smile
  • you had been tending to the party, but decided to take a break to talk to Saeran  
  • he was still a bit shaky and adorably shy, now that the drugs weren’t controlling him anymore… The others were still a bit wary of him, so you wanted to give him a warm welcome…… although it wasn’t all too effective because you were so much younger than him 
  • "you know, I’m not a kid… You don’t have to stay here to look after me,” he muttered, looking at his feet. 
  • you smiled despite his intentions to push you away, replying, “but I’m a kid. So could you look after me?" 
  • Saeran cracked a smile at your reply 
  • ”..you’ve taken care of this entire party, so I think you can take care of yourself…“ 
  • and to your surprise, he said, 
  • ”..but I don’t mind being with you like this.“ 

 Unknown

  • "why is my target so tiny." 
  • that was his initial thought when he first began to stal- wait no that sounds illegal, ahem, investigate you 
  • honestly, he felt a twinge of guilt as he watched you pick up the cell phone. But he proceeded with the plans anyway, secretly hoping you would refuse to follow his instructions 
  • but goddammit, you were so fucking gullible 
  • a part of him was silently screaming at you to be more careful of strangers, and to not be so trusting 
  • after all, he couldnt trust anyone… not after THAT.. but that’s another story  
  • he couldn’t help but watch over you worriedly, guarding your apartment, rather than spying on you (okay fine maybe a bit of both, he admitted..) 
  • but apparently, you had noticed him from the start 
  • he was a bit dumbfounded that you didn’t call the police or, god forbid, Seven for help, if you noticed him but oh well 
  • you giggled in reply, "Of course I noticed! I’m not dumb, I helped to organize the party after all… I was waiting for you to say hi!" 
  • he couldn’t help but blush. Only a little. Just a little…  
  • "ahh… hi” (man he was awkward) 
  • you smile, “Hihi~! You’ll be my friend, right?" 
  • why was she so naive? Didn’t she know he was dangerous? Didn’t she herself just say that she knew he had been watching her secretly for DAYS? God, why did he even care about her, she’s just a target so-  
  • your expectant gaze just killed his doubts.  
  • ”…okay.“ 
4

Imagine: Planning a prank on your bully with Sirius Black, and becoming very close to him in the process.

For @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen‘s Favourite Things Writing Challenge.

Prompt: “You’re not gonna cry, are you?” with Sirius Black?

You walk through the empty corridor, you had gone to the library after dinner to work on an essay, and you ended up losing track of time. Fortunately, you had gotten out a few minutes before curfew so you weren’t worried about getting detention or losing house points. As you turned the corner, you felt a rope pull taut against your leg it caused you to lose your balance, and you fell to the ground. The rope was obviously tied to a bucket, which tipped and spilled ice cold water all over you. It obviously didn’t help that it was December, meaning it was already freezing outside. You let out a shriek and managed to push yourself.

“What’s wrong Y/L/N? Seems like you’re struggling to keep your head above the water,” Brian Porter-one of the biggest assholes you had ever met- says, appearing in front of you. He’s surrounded by some of his minions, who all burst into laughter at his pathetic joke.

“Maybe you should ask your daddy to buy you a better sense of humour,” You respond dryly, struggling not to shiver too much.

“At least my father can buy me something, unlike your Mudblood moth-”

You pull out your wand and point it at him with a shaking hand, the anger that floods you, warms up your previously freezing body, “If you say a single word about my mother I will-”

“You’ll what?!”

“She might not do anything, but I sure will,” A sneering voice call from behind the Brian and his friends, “Leave her alone Porter.”

Brian turns around and you see Sirius Black standing behind him, “What-”

“I said, leave,” Sirius hisses.

Brian puts his hands up in surrender, “Let’s go boys.”

They walk away and Sirius approaches you, he shrugs off his sweater and hands it to you, “Here, take this.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to catch a cold…” He responds, confused.

“No, I meant, why did you defend me when we’ve never really spoken?”

“He had no right to do what he did to you,” He pauses for a moment, then continues, “Besides, I hate that bloody pig.”

You nod in agreement before slipping into his sweater, and you sniffle a little from the cold. He squints at you, “Y/N, you’re not gonna cry, are you?

“Cry?” You ask with feign sadness. He nods and a smirk forms across your face, “Ha. Sweetheart, I’m going to get revenge.”

He stares at you for a moment before realization dawns on him, and he lets out a genuine laugh, “Can I help?!”

“You want to help me?”

He wiggles his eyebrows, “Revenge is my middle name, angel.”

“You can help me, but don’t ever me that again,” You respond, “Now, I’m going to my dorm before I get in trouble.”

“Goodnight!” He calls from behind you and you wave without turning back.


You walk up to Sirius in the Great Hall, a bit uncomfortable considering you never really talked to him before. The Marauders give you confused looks as you tap Sirius on the shoulder, “Um, I thought I’d return this, thanks again.”

As you walked away you heard James mutter, “Y/N, really? She didn’t seem like the type.”

“I didn’t sleep with her, you ass,” You can practically hear Sirius rolling his eyes. You just shake your head before joining your friends.


That evening, Sirius approaches you in the library, where you’re studying once again, “So any ideas?”

“I’ve got a few, do you?”

“Of course I do,” He smirks.

“Care to elaborate?”

“He restocks on body wash every third Wednesday of the month -don’t ask how I know that, just don’t,” He explains, “I was thinking, we could hide in the closet and charm it to dye his skin when he uses it -permanently.”

You smirk, “Evil… I like it.”

“What’s your idea?”

You smile deviously, “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

“Aw come on, I’m supposed to be helping you.”

“You will be.”

“God, you’re so stuck up,” He chuckles.

“Douche,” You mutter.

He leans in, “Bitch.”

“Asshole.”

He gets even closer and whispers huskily, “Angel.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

“Or what?”

You groan and get up from your seat, “I’m going to bed.”

He chuckles, “Goodnight sweetheart.”


The next few weeks leading up to the third Wednesday are spent in the same way, meeting Sirius to plan the prank, joking around, and arguing. You connected to Sirius more than you had to anyone else in your life, you even grew close to the rest of the Marauders once he introduced you to them.

You were now standing in the supply closet, pressed up against Sirius under James’ invisibility cloak, “Nervous?”

“A little… how did you know?” You whisper.

“Because it’s your first big prank sweetheart,” Even in the darkness, you can see the outline of a smirk dancing across his lips, “Plus, I can feel your heartbeat.”

You look down, thankful that the darkness is concealing your rosy cheeks. Despite being slightly nervous, the racing of heart was mostly because of your proximity to Sirius. You had always found him attractive, but after spending so much time with him, you had really gotten to know him, and your attraction grew into a crush.

You hear footprints outside the door and Sirius whispers in your ear -sending chills down your spine, “That’s our cue.”

Brian walks in and picks up his bottle of body wash, you point your wand towards it and cast a nonverbal incantation. The bottle glows subtly for a split second -luckily it goes unnoticed by Brian, and he walks out with it. As soon as he shuts the door and retreats, you let out a squeal, grabbing both of Sirius’ hands and jumping up and down, “I can’t believe we just got away with that!”

He laughs, “Don’t get too excited just yet, who knows how faulty your nonverbal spells are.”

You scoff, “Douche.”

“Bitch.”

“Asshole.”

“Angel.”

This batter had become a routine for the two of you, and at this point none of the words held any callousness, you both knew it was just playful.


You drop down next to Sirius then next morning in the Great Hall, “The moment of truth is approaching us sweetheart.”

You sigh, “This better work.”

You jump at the sound of the doors of the Great Hall bursting open. You nearly choke on your drink upon seeing Brian’s skin dyed green, Sirius grins victoriously, and the Marauders eye the two of you suspiciously, James muttering a quiet ‘bloody hell’.

Brian storms to his seat, ignoring the laughter coming from all directions, some of the professors even seem amused -given that even they had to face Brian’s awful nature sometimes.

Brian lifts his cup to mouth and chugs down the liquid inside, he gags at the taste and begins inspecting the cup. You mutter under your breath, “Wait for it.”

His face and hands begin morphing, until he has turns into some sort of human-toad hybrid, he looks at his reflection in his spoon before screaming and rushing out of the Hall. Sirius turns towards you, jaw dropped, “Polyjuice potion?”

“Yup, with some dead skin from a toad,” You smirk.

“Bloody hell and you called me evil.”

You shrug, “He needed a taste of his own medicine.”


Sirius approaches you that evening, after classes, “I still can’t get over how well that went.”

You nod in agreement, “We make a good team.”

“Yes, yes we do.”

You walk in silence for a bit, your hands brushing against each others’ every once in a while, making you heart flutter. Until Sirius abruptly steps in front of you, “You know, that was so genius, I can’t believe I didn’t think about it.”

Could he be anymore egotistical? You roll your eyes, “Douche.”

He steps closer to you, and you step back, your back hitting the wall, “Bitch.”

“Asshole,” He steps even closer.

“Angel,” He whispers, before leaning in and closing the gap between you two.

He kisses you hesitantly, but the moment you reciprocate the gesture, he deeps the kiss. You finally pull away, resting your foreheads against each others’, struggling to catch your breath.

“Wow…”

“You don’t even know how long I’ve waited to do that,” He mutters.

You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to do that,” You respond.

“Well, let’s not waste anymore precious time,” He says, with a signature smirk.

Let’s just say, that was the start of a beautiful relationship…

End.

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

Party Games 5

-SNOWBAZ-

How to fall for your enemy—A Dummies Guide

[1. Set the game] [2. Play like you mean it] [3. Keep playing and don’t ask] [4. Poker Face] [5. Play dirty] [6. Show him what you’ve got] [7. Don’t fall in the trap] [8. Cards on the table] [9. Play the game of love]

Summary: Playing games is an innocent and harmless thing to do. Except when you get so caught up in the game that don’t know if you are playing or not anymore, and then… Well. Then you burn

Chapter word count: ~3.2k

Rating: M

Tags: Watford, eighth year AU, alcohol, enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, NSFW, smut, mutual pining, fluff, alternating POV first person

Also on AO3


Thank you @eroticgropefest for being my amazing beta!

@ellea-nikki, @indigo-gold-17 here you go ♡ ♡


5. Play dirty: Try slapping when kisses don’t work


SIMON

“Four times?” Penny is giving me a Simon-are-you-off-your-trolley stare that not even her thick glasses can buffer. “You’ve slept with him four times,” she accuses, rather than asks. Pure Penny style.

“Not with him,” I tell her. “Beside him, rather.”

She adjusts her glasses with her middle finger and decides she’s done with lunch. “Different preposition,” she says. “Same difference.” She’s now giving me her patented Judgemental Stare. This is bad.

“Merlin, Penny,” I protest, taking her plate and stuffing the last piece of roast beef in my mouth. “There’s a huge difference, and you know it,” I mumble.

“Fine,” she gives in, softening her features. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah.” I fix my eyes on the now empty plate. If only we were allowed to repeat lunch, then I could avoid this conversation. Plus, more food. Double win. “Baz is evil and has a plan to finish me off, but I’m one step ahead this time,” I say, my eyes still on the plate.

“I’ll regret asking this later but,” Penny pauses for a moment, as if reconsidering it. “What is this evil plan, exactly?”

“Oh, uhm,” I say to the plate. “Baz is… Trying to…” I take a breath and say, “He wants to seduce me and attack me when my guard is down.”

Penny lets out a laugh. A loud one.

In my defense I’ll say it sounded better in my head. Why do some things lose all sense when you say them aloud?

I look up at her again.

“Nicks and Slick, you’re serious,” she realizes. “Attack you how? With his mouth?” She tries and fails to suppress another laugh, then continues, “So what are you doing to fight this terrifying plan of his?”

“I’m making him fall for me instead.”

“I think you have no idea what you’re doing,” she says, so matter-of-factly that it leaves no place for arguing. Penny usually has that effect on people.

Breaking news – I may have no idea what I’m doing.

We start heading out of the dining hall in silence and I think she’s going to leave without any further discussion when she stops and turns around, looking at me. Studying me. Penelope’s studying face can be very frightening. Hands down one of the most terrifying things I’ve seen. And I’ve killed a dragon. “Are you sure you don’t…” she starts. “Like him?”

Wait. What?

“I don’t like Baz,” I hurry to say. “He’s the enemy.”

“You’ve slept with the enemy, Simon,” she says. “Four times.”

“I’ve slept beside the enemy. Since first year,” I clarify. “And you kissed Agatha during the game, too, that doesn’t mean you like her, does it?”

“Yeah but we don’t go around snogging between classes.”

“You saw that?”

“You’re not being as sneaky as you think.”

“Anyway, it’s not like he likes me either… He hates me,” I say, realising for the first time that I’m not exactly happy about that. “And I don’t like him,” I add.

“Okay,” Penny says.

I run a hand through my hair. “I don’t like him,” I repeat.

“Sure, Simon.” I can see she’s trying hard not to laugh.

“I don’t,” I insist.

Penny raises one of her accusing eyebrows and says, “Nobody said you did.”

“You asked. I just want to make it clear.”

“Yeah, Simon. You made it clear.” Penny stares me down, smiling like she knows better. (She always does.) (Know better.)

“Let’s play Slap or Kiss tomorrow and you’ll see,” I suggest. “I’m going to slap him so hard.”

“What about the evil plan and your,” she pauses. I see the corners of her lips fighting a smirk. “Clever comeback?”

“This will confuse him.”

“Simon.”

“What?”

“It’s ridiculous,” she says. “This will backfire. Spectacularly. Like most of your plans do.”

Okay, she has a point.

“I don’t. Like him,” I insist for the last time.

“Okay,” Penny finally concedes. She breaks her know-it-all façade and grabs my arm.  “Just– Be careful.”

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