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UNBELIEVABLE : PART TWO

RACE X READER

[NEWSIES]

PREVIOUSLY: “I caught Kath’s eye and she winked at me. No way. Absolutely no way. I sprint away while they’re talking about a girl secretly being a newsie and they still don’t figure it out?

‘Unbelievable.’”

A/N: guess who’s making this a series (whoops?) tbh i just found it really unrealistic that race and the reader would get together so quickly and since the idea has a lot of potential i’ve decided to continue and make it several parts. i can’t guarantee how long it’ll be, but i’m excited for it (i also can’t tell you how often it’ll be updated because i have no idea)

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I watched as all four boys’ jaws dropped and Katherine’s eyes widened.

“But you - you….. you can’t - you said you couldn’t - ” Race spluttered.

“I didn’t say anything, you idiots. And you know what? You’re all stupid. Like, insanely stupid. And I’m so sick of not saying anything, because there have been so many times when I just wanted to scream because you were all being so miraculously stupid. And, another thing? I’m so sick of wearing this hat.” I took off the cap and threw it down, yanking out the pins Katherine had used to tame my hair and letting it fall down. I’d forgotten how nice it was to not have my hair tucked away.

“I cannot believe you just did that, I spent so much time putting your hair up like that!” Katherine pouted a little, earning an eye roll from me.

“You knew about this?” Jack turned to face her. Her eyes went wide once more as she tried to stutter out an explanation. I let out a small laugh at the frightened look on her face.

“A little help here?” She asked me, eyes going back and forth between me and Jack.

“Nope. If I’m going down, so are you,” I crossed my arms as she let out a breath.

“Fair enough,” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry, but could we please address the fact that I’ve been selling papes with a girl?!” Race was in an obvious state of distress, and as cute as he looked I couldn’t help but be offended.

“You got a problem with girls?” I questioned, glaring at him, as I put my hands on hips. His face went red and he looked away sheepishly. Oh, okay, that was new. I’d never been the one to make him nervous before, it had always been the other way around. Interesting.

“So you’ve been lying to us this whole time?” Davey spoke up. He looked slightly confused, but not angry. If anything, he appeared to be amused.

“I mean, like I said before, I never said anything, so technically I didn’t lie.” Davey let out a small noise that resembled a laugh while Jack gave an exasperated grunt.

“Y/N,” Katherine started.

“Your name’s Y/N?” Jack asked incredulously.

“What, did you think it was actually Mute?” He opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out. Eventually he just stopped trying. He turned to Davey and Race and they all started to talk quietly (except not really all that quiet, because it was them after all). They were arguing, and Katherine sent me a troubled glance. I looked over to find Crutchie sitting on one of the beds, grinning while he watched his friends bicker.,

“Crutchie, what do you think about all of this?” Davey asked, turning all attention towards him. Crutchie shook his head, smiling.

“I think it’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in weeks.” He looked at me and gave me a smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Race may have been the ‘you’re so attractive please marry me’ kind of cute, but Crutchie was the ‘you’re like my adorably pure little brother’ kind of cute.

“See?” Davey grinned with us, “it’s not that bad. She did what she had to do to support herself, just like all of us do every day.” I mouthed a thank you to him and he nodded at me. 

“Well, I say we let her stay,” Race said, addressing Jack.

“Oh yeah? And why do you say that?” Jack raised an eyebrow at his friend and Race gave me one of those smirks that made my knees feel weak.

“Because, she’s kinda cute.” Oh dear lord this boy will be the death of me. Who the hell gave him the right to say something like that? Katherine gives me a knowing look, and I roll my eyes to mask the fact that I am quite literally screaming inside. Jack lets out a loud laugh, but nods, agreeing that I should stay.

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Eventually, we had discussed the terms of me continuing to be a newsie. This included me keeping up the charade of being a mute boy in public, but being able to talk with the boys with all of them knowing that I was a girl. This obviously meant that the rest of the newsies would have to find out. Since we all agreed that I wouldn’t be selling papes for the day, I headed back to Katherine’s place and promised that I would return towards the end of the day when all the boys would be done selling.

Kath insisted that I leave my hair down and wear one of her dresses, which I really didn’t mind at all. It felt normal and comfortable. Looking in her mirror I could almost convince myself that I was still the girl I was a little over a year ago. I wonder if any of the boys would put it together if they heard my full name - it had to have been one hell of a headline. Memorable, to say the least.

We walked back to the lodge, talking the whole way. Mostly, we talked about the fact that Race had called me cute and that if he pulled something like that again I was going to punch him or kiss him. When we arrived we were laughing and I felt ready to go in and face the boys, but we’d been told to wait outside. After a few minutes, Jack came out, smiling at us.

“C’mon in,” he said, motioning for us to follow him. As we walked through the crowd of newsies I could tell that a lot of the attention was on me. I had expected that though, it’s not every day some girl waltzes into the lodge. Plus, Katherine had said that I looked good in the dress, and these boys could flirt with a wall. “Alright, quiet down!” 

Everybody quickly hushed, gathering around where me, Kath, and Jack were standing. I found Davey and Crutchie in the crowd and they smiled reassuringly at me. I smiled back, glancing around once more, but not seeing Race.

“As you all know, we had a little run in with the Delancey brudders this morning.” Shouts followed Jack’s words and he hushed them swiftly. “They scared Mute real bad, putting their hands on ‘im and talkin’ ‘bout us hidin’ a girl.” People were starting to whisper and I felt my stomach knot, suddenly nervous. Subconsciously, I swept over the crowd again. This time, though, I spotted Race in the back, leaning against the wall. He must’ve seen how nervous I was becoming, because he gave me a quick nod and mouthed ‘breathe.’ I took a deep breath and nodded back at him.

“Well, boys, I’d like to introduce you to Y/N,” he motioned for me to step forward and I moved so I was standing directly beside him. There were a few wolf whistles and catcalls. “Or, as you know her, Mute.” The noises died down as all the boys stood in shock, trying to process.

“Ya mean she’s been sleeping two bunks away from me and I didn’t know it? I’ve been missing the opportunity of a lifetime!” The boys went crazy at Romeo’s words all laughing and cheering.

“Imagine if you’d met them on the street instead of becoming a newsie, you might’ve ended up with Romeo,” Katherine whispered in my ear. I let out a loud laugh, slapping a hand over my mouth to muffle it. She giggled relentlessly beside me and it took me a minute to realize that the noise had stopped again.

“You can talk?” Albert called out incredulously.

“Oh, yeah, that too,” Jack said, half smiling. I rolled my eyes at him, brushing my hair out of my face.

“Hi,” I said simply, giving a little wave. 

“I need some sleep,” Elmer groaned, collapsing onto one of the bunks. His remark was followed by laughter, and soon everyone was joking around with me the same as they had when they thought I was a boy, except this time I could actually join in. As I was walking to get to Davey and Crutchie at some point during the festivities Mike and Ike had decided to start in my honor (though mostly it was an excuse for the boys to stay up and fool around), I bumped into Race.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he mumbled. I tried to stop it but it was no use, I started blushing. That was the first time he had ever said my name and, wow, did it sound good when he said it. He took notice of my slightly red face and smirked.

“Little warm in here, yeah?” He asked. I just nodded in response, looking away quickly. When I glanced back he was staring directly at me, eyeing me up and down and - oh god the way he was looking at me. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes and I was starting to think that Katherine had been very, very right when she said her dress looked good on me. By the time he made it back up to my face he licked his lips and smirked at me again. I was pretty sure that if I tried to move I would just fall on my face, so I stayed put.

“Seeya tomorrow, partner.” He grinned, walking away. I took a few moments to compose myself before going to join Davey and Crutchie, all the while thinking of the way he’d been looking at me.

Not so secret now

Anonymous asked: Hi!!! I love your blog so much btw. I was wondering if you could do something with either Justin or Montgomery, where they’re like keeping their relationship a secret and then some of the other jocks start noticing hickies and marks on them and the reader. Thanks, if you can’t that okay. Xxx

Ship: Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

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Trigger Warning(s): Swearing, degradation of females (*cough* bryce)

A/N: I chose Montgomery because I feel like Monty needs more love, am I right or am I right !! Thank you so much xxx


“Monty… What the fuck mate… did you get attacked by a bear or something? Holy shit.” Justin called from the other side of the changing room. “No… what do you mean?” Montgomery questioned, shouting back. “Your back man… Scratched as hell,” Zach inputted.

“Oh, nah, that’s nothing, don’t worry.” Monty said, hastily putting his shirt back on to stop all of the Jock’s stares.

“Fuck off is it nothing. Someone had a lot of fun on Sunday night if you know what I mean,” Bryce interjects, laughing looking around to the rest of the boys. “C’mon, tell us who was it? Anybody we can share?” He added. 

That comment set Monty off, “Just because you think women are pieces of meat to chuck around doesn’t mean everyone else does Walker!” He raged, shoving Bryce against the lockers, fists gripping the front of his shirt in anger. “Treat them with some respect and then maybe you’d get one, instead of them just being in your dreams.” With that statement, Monty released Bryce and stormed out of the changing room, not wanting to deal with anyone’s comments.


I was shocked when I was pulled into a store closet, and went to let out a squeal, until I saw it was Monty, my ‘secret’ boyfriend.

“What can I do for you today, nothing too long, I have class in 10 minutes,” I ask flirtatiously, Monty has a tendency to want to make out in our break time, and who would I be to deny him?

“The boys know, they’ve seen the marks,” He states, looking at me seriously. “Ohh… Um… So do the girls?” I reply cautiously, all I get in response is a curious stare. “Jess saw the hickey you left on my collarbone…” I say, pulling down my shirt slightly to show him the bruise. “I didn’t tell her it was you, but if everyone knows you’ve been hooking up with someone, and so have I, I’m sure it won’t take them long to figure it out.” I pointed out, I was surprised to see Monty not getting angry.

“Perfect, then we need a plan I guess,” He suggests, with a smirk. “A plan?” I question, confused by his actions. “Yeah, a big reveal or whatever, before they figure it out.” Now I was definitely shocked, Monty had always been the one for keeping our relationship a secret, and suddenly he wants to tell everyone?

“Okay…” I agree, “But I don’t understand, what’s changed? Why are you acting like this without any warning? You’ve never said anything about this before,” I query, I was certainly not complaining, but I was trying to comprehend the situation.

“Because I’ve realised something in these past couple of days…” He pauses, “I think I’m in love with you y/n.” Without a doubt, I was not expecting that, who could’ve known previously super-aggressive Monty could experience love?

I looked up into his brown eyes, which were full of admiration and said “I’m in love with you too,” The look on his face was priceless, nothing felt better than making the one you love so happy.

He peppered my face in excited kisses as I asked “So, what’s the plan?”


We had decided to expose our relationship at Jessica’s party that weekend. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited.


It was about an hour into the party, everybody was a little buzzed, but nobody was off-their-face drunk yet. Monty and I were just chatting ‘as friends’ it would seem, outside where the majority of the people were.

I laughed quite loud at a fake joke he’d made and purred “You’re so funny!” staring into his eyes, to get some people’s attention. In response, his hands came up to frame the sides of my face, and I leant into his touch. “Just kiss me, enough people are watching now,” I whispered, “Are you sure?” He replied back, with a voice just as faint. “Mhmm,” I hum, wanting him. As my arms went around his neck, and our lips met, all we could hear were cheers in the background.

I tugged on the hair at the nape of Monty’s neck, and he opened his mouth slightly. All of a sudden, I couldn’t hear anyone else, Monty and I were in our own little world.

so, about the undies man

my story with this series starts about as similarly as everyone else’s does. a quiet kid/kid who isnt good at math/what have you finds a book series about a guy running around in his underwear that was well… funny for potty humour but also surprisingly poignant.

sure i laughed at lauching fake doggy doo-doo or renaming a football team purple dragon sing-along friends or a guy names professor pippy poopypants (his middel name is pee-pee.) but a lot of kids like me saw george and harold, the protagonists, as friends or even relateable characters. because the author, dav pilkey, said their grades were low but always desribed then as smart, funny, kind, capable…

and you know what? both of the boys canonically have adhd. something that makes this series so good is because dav pilkey knows what he’s talking about. when he was a kid, teachers ripped up his comics and made him sit out in the hallway too. but one thing that changed for kids like me- kids like US, kids like dav, who love to draw but teachers would loom over them and drag them back into doing drills of their time tables- dav was there for us. at the end of the day, we may still get our comics torn up, but we have two boys to root for who went through the same- and then we stop crying because we can laugh along with george and harold as they trick their teachers into sticking themselves with packaging peanuts, making cat and dog noises in class, and gluing their mean ol’ principal to his seat.

in a way dav gave us all characters to look up to and have fun with, to know we werent alone and drawing was cool! and fun! like, we da man! me too! i know it inspired so many kids to keep drawing and making comics and just be silly, and have fun, and laugh at stupid things.

and i mean, my experience with the series was i’d hop onto the rickety old school computer with my friend, and we’d go on pilkey.com every day and just watch go poopypants over and over again… and then i moved. of course i didn’t have a bad childhood but when i moved was kinda when i stopped understanding… anything in school. everything was so new and i had no friends, nothing really of familiarity-

except two carefree kids and their superhero friend that i knew i could always come back to at the end of the day.

well now it’s quite a few years later, and ehe, i luckily grew out on my childhood crush on carl the robo-booger, but even today this series holds up. revisiting this and laughing less at potty humour, i still found myself laughing out loud quite a bit. dav’s books are so fun, and now that i’m older i love ALL his characters- heroes, villains, and weird antihero principals who honestly are just lonely. the series is still so damn good, its got clever writing for kids books, and its not afraid of anything. dav will sometimes just have a heart-to-heart about kids about just how stupid adults can be. he made a strand about the GOP and how stingy they were. he made harold gay! a gay main character with adhd! dav pilkey gives no shits!

and the movie.

oh my god, the movie. i could feel every single breath of life that was put into this wonderful homage. everything was so faithful to the books in just the right way- i’m glad dav’s beautiful work was honoured.

and though people on tumblr still make posts about “lol theres a captain underpants fandom? really? tumblr treatment lmao” thatll never change how much this series changed my life.

Thank you, Dav Pilkey. Happy 20th.

Baby Driver (2017)
Movie Review by: Will Whalen

B-A-B-Y Baby! Baby Driver has arrived by the fantastic Edgar Wright who is one of my favorite directors out there. It’s been quite a few years since he has put out a film and I was more than excited for this.

Baby Driver stars Ansel Elgort, Kevin Spacey, Jon Hamm, Jon Bernthal, Jamie Foxx, Eiza Gonzalez and Lily James. Our main character is named Baby and he is a driver for a crime boss played by Kevin Spacey that is trying to pay back a debt to him. Along the way he meets a girl and gets into trouble and the tires start spinning.

Edgar Wright is one of my absolute favorite directors and after his last film in the Cornetto trilogy which came out five years ago, he is back and with a bang! He has expressed in the past his love for films that have something to do with “Driver’. Such as The Driver and Taxi Driver, which is one of my all time favorite films. To see him do something with his love for films of the nature and something so special was nice to see.
He has said that this has been a vision of his for more than 20 years and you can really feel it. You could tell the love and passion of cinema that Wright has that he gives off in Baby Driver.
What made this so special and original, was not just the great character that he crafted here but also the incredible soundtrack that he incorporated into this film. It was like a shootout ballet with fantastic and adrenaline fueled car chases that will have you racing in your seat. Who doesn’t love a good car chase?! Well if you love car chases, this is most certainly your movie because this has some of the best car scenes that I have probably ever seen. A lot of it also has to do with Wright’s fantastically crafted style of direction.

This film actually almost didn’t feel like your typical Edgar Wright film. No doubt you could tell that it was, but it felt quite different from his previous works and that’s not a bad thing. You still felt all of Wright’s signatures including masterful fast cut action scenes. Fast cuts can hurt a film if done poorly and excessively but Wright knows how to use them and does them to perfection.

Let’s talk about the Mozart in a Go-Cart himself, shall we? Ansel Elgort as Baby was probably a perfect casting choice. You may recognize him in some past teen flicks but here, he’s an absolute badass. I can’t help but to give more praise to Wright here considering he has crafted such a great character. Elgort brings him to life so well that he disappears into the character. Not to mention, he drives a car better than anyone could think of.
His character Baby, likes to make a lot of rad mixtapes and make cool songs that I really enjoyed hearing and seeing him do. There’s a part where he’s actually a pizza delivery driver and I’m also a pizza delivery driver so I enjoyed seeing that quite a bit.  His character is sort of a man of few words but he says so much in his actions and what little he does say.

His relationship with Deborah played by Lily James was perfect for this film. Although it wasn’t perfectly realized, it really worked for this and gave us some of the best things about Baby Driver.
As for Deborah as a character, I think she could’ve been fleshed out a tad bit better but like I said, it does work and she was adorable.

Something to expect when you see an Edgar Wright film is how funny it is. I found myself laughing out loud quite often during this. Edgar Wright does humor so well and really knows dialogue. The humor is also brought to life by such wonderful actors here.
A lot of the humor comes from Kevin Spacey who, as always, is a shining light to this film. Every scene that he’s in, he almost always steals the light from the others.
Jon Hamm was also just the best in this. I love Jon Hamm a lot as it is but here, he was just wonderful. Jamie Foxx and Jon Bernthal were also both awesome but I would’ve loved to see more Bernthal. However, Foxx gives quite an entertaining performance that just screams “asshole” and sometimes reminded me of his character in Horrible Bosses which cracked me up a little. One of my favorite singers, Sky Ferreira, has a part in this and I absolutely love her so I loved seeing her in this even though she had a small role.

About that incredible soundtrack that I mentioned earlier, this is no doubt one of the lifelines of this film. Without this soundtrack, this film wouldn’t be half as good. It’s so great to see some of my favorite songs used in an Edgar Wright film and used so greatly. Songs such as Neat Neat Neat by The Damned and Debra by Beck are songs that changed my life in ways and to see them in this film, was so damn awesome. That’s only two songs in this fueled soundtrack with songs of all types that blast this film to top speed. I actually bought the soundtrack on vinyl in Atlanta, where the film also takes place and was shot, the other day and held off on opening until last night after I saw it. It’s rare that we get actual good soundtracks that are so iconic and great that it’s so refreshing to hear. I adore a good soundtrack and this one is beyond awesome and one of my favorites in quite some time.

Another thing to praise about Baby Driver is how original it is. I can’t say I’ve seen anything quite like this and Edgar Wright is a genius at coming up with original content and doing original things for his films. Anytime an original film comes out, it deserves a ton of praise because it’s hard to be original these days. Don’t get me wrong, this film isn’t 100% perfect but it’s damn near so.
Another thing that I personally loved about Baby Driver, is the fact that it was shot and takes place in Atlanta and I actually live close to Atlanta and go there quite often. So it was pretty awesome to see a lot of the locations that I know and have been to many times. Whether you know the area or not, Wright brings it to life and you’ll have a blast watching Baby tear up the Atlanta streets.

There’s not much else to say about this wonderful film that I or anyone else hasn’t already said. This is a fun, fucking awesome, enthralling joyride. It’ll surely have you racing like Baby and bopping along the way.

I’m going to give Baby Driver…

4.5 out of 5 Stars.

4 Reasons Why “The Amazing World Of Gumball” Is The Best Cartoon You Will Ever See...Ever

   This show is more than a show, it’s an animated masterpiece that out shines anything in the same genre. Now I know you’re probably thinking that that is a huge statement to make, or that I’m out right disrespectful for thinking that this show is better than the beloved Looney Toons, Ed Edd and Eddy, and even the likes of Courage the Cowardly Dog. But after I make my case, it’s going to be hard to disagree. So, let’s begin.

1.       It’s Ridiculously Hilarious

    By far, it’s the funniest cartoon on the air right now as it completely eclipses anything else on Cartoon Network, or any other station for that matter. This show doesn’t just do one style of humor and delivering jokes but it utilizes a full arsenal of range, from dry humor, to the over the top whacky stunts, and my personal favorite, taking phrases and using them literally. One of the best examples by far is when Gumball becomes a literal social justice warrior to create this gut wrenching moment. To be completely honest, every episode has had at least one moment that I have quite literally laughed out loud. I can’t truly get the point across about how funny this show is with just words, you just have to dive into anyone of its hysterical episodes.

2.       Superb Characters

   The show also does an amazing job at giving every key character enough screen time to carry the comedy of the episodes. Although gumball is the main character and undoubtedly gets most of the shine, his brother Darwin delivers almost as much of the punchlines and has worked his way to be my favorite character in the show. Each character has their own personality that varies enough to establish their own unique style of portraying humor. You have Darwin, who is the biggest sweetheart you will ever meet, who is portrayed as naïve and extremely gentle and polite. His comedy usually takes form from him simply not knowing the nuance of the situations he finds himself in, or him literally trying to hug his way out of danger. Richard (Gumball’s dad) who is a stay at home dad, truly gives the term simply minded a new definition. As you might have guessed it, Richard is constantly doing something outrageous and incredibly silly. Nicole (Gumball’s mom) who is the backbone of the family and household. She is shown as a loving and supportive, with the patience of a saint, but when she has had enough, she releases what only can be described as the fury of mother unto anything or one in her path. And finally, we have Anais, the youngest of the family and by far the most intelligent. Her character keeps me entertained by how she has no time for Gumball and Darwin’s stupidity.

3.       Great Animation

   If you call yourself a fan of the animation genre, then welcome to your new home. This series shows us how animation is supposed to be used. Like seriously it’s the holy grail of animation, any form of animation you might want to see, its represented one time or another throughout the series. You want some classic 2D action, Gumball got you! You need that crispy CGI? Say no more they got that to. You aching for some anime? They got a whole anime fight scene cuz, rest easy it’s here. This show will undoubtedly give you a new-found appreciation of the animation art form.

4.       It’s Extremely Creative

   If I’m being completely honest, I think the creators of Gumball might have taken one to many acid trips, in order to create something so colorful with huge diversification in animation. But whatever got them to the creative space necessary to come up with Gumball, they need to keep doing it because the result is something spectacular. Creativity just oozes from every scene in the series, from the character designs, to the animation styles, and the use of breaking the forth wall. The Amazing World of Gumball is more than a few steps ahead of any other comedic cartoon. Gumball who is a 2D cat, literally goes to school with a 3d T-Rex, a cloud, a slice of toast, an ice-cream cone, a balloon, and a robot, whom all are sentient and self-aware. And that’s just a few of his insane classmates. The interplay between all of these diverse characters, creates situations and comedic opportunities that I haven’t seen utilized anywhere else in television. A funny example of this is when Bobert (the robot I mentioned before) starts to malfunction, so he gets sent to the nurse (who is a live Band-Aid). But the nurse complains that she can’t help him because she isn’t a mechanic. Scenes like this highlight the creative genius that’s behind this show.

   If I haven’t convinced you that The Amazing World of Gumball is the best cartoon out there, then I at least hope that I got you interested in the show. Although I truly believe if you take the time to watch a few episodes, you will be just as hooked as I am. So hop on Hulu, OnDemand, or whatever platflorm of your choice and prepare to be entertained

FIC: it’s pouring out here

With a phone, money, and keys in his pocket, Kirishima wandered around the city for an age. With his legs on auto-pilot his mind wandered too. To the new movie that peppered the streets in posters and trailers, a new move he wanted to practise for another basketball play, wondering about how the current arcs for his favourite manga would turn out in the next issue of Jump.

And, of course, he thought about how many of those things he could see and do with Bakugou.

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As a regular high school student, Kirishima Eijirou led as typical of a life as one would expect of a regular high school student. Though his friends would say that being on part of the school’s nationals-ready basketball team, and the team captain to boot, was far from typical.

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Creepy encounter by reddit user blckxnxbrkn

This took place the winter of 2005 in rural Iowa, I was 18 years old and attending community college.  I have always been an outgoing and talkative person and managed (in my youth) to make friends quite easily.

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haineko16  asked:

16 for Aria and Jaal please! 😍😍😍

#16 “Why Haven’t You Kissed Me Yet?”

Slightly AU, Set after Aria’s second ‘death’ on the Archon’s ship and immediately before going to meet Sahuna. Thank you for the prompt! ♥

Battered but triumphant, exhausted but celebrating: that described the Tempest’ Crew perfectly in this moment.

The first thing they’d done after escaping the Archon’s ship with the Salarian Ark in tow was report to the Nexus for a debrief.

Then, after Aria had returned from that meeting with a scowl and a soured mood, someone in the Crew had announced it was party time.

Doesn’t matter what those assholes said! Peebee had been the one speaking, chin up and hands planted firmly on her hips, You’re alive, and the Salarians are safe! I’d say that’s cause for celebration!

Aria had relented once the rest of the Crew joined the call, grinning ruefully as she lead the way to the Vortex… but the Crew had other plans.

They brought the alcohol back to the Tempest, converting the communications room into a makeshift party-suite, and let loose.

Being docked at the Nexus meant they didn’t have to worry about drifting aimlessly or being ambushed by Kett, so even Aria - who Jaal had never once seen drink alcohol before - downed what she called a ‘cooler’ when encouraged.

Jaal spent his time on one of the couches ringing the floor, a drink he almost liked held in one hand, watching the rest of the crew in amusement.

With how hard most of them were going, he fully expected them all to have terrible headaches the next morning - though his attention rarely strayed from the redheaded Pathfinder, were he being honest.

Now, more then ever, he wanted to bring her home; introduce her to Sahuna, ask her if, somehow, she might possibly care for him the way he cared for her.

He would wait, though; Aria seemed to be enjoying herself, laughing and joining Peebee and Vetra in dancing for awhile, eventually excusing herself with a smile and a wave.

Aria grinned widely when she spotted him on his couch, face lighting up as she headed towards him, and Jaal mirrored the grin as she drew closer, happy as always to have her near.

“Room for one more?” she asked, voice raised to be heard over the music.

“Of course!” he chuckled, motioning to the seat, hyper-aware of her warmth as she plopped down beside him.

“I don’t normally drink!” Aria laughed, eyes on her Crew, “One cooler and I’m done!”

“I am not a big drinker, myself,” Jaal lifted his nearly full bottle for her inspection, happy when she laughs again.

“They deserve this. The break.” she pulls her legs up under her, settling more comfortably, “Just a little loud, for me.”

“You deserve it to, Dearest.” Jaal watches for a moment when he drops the word, then lets his arm slip down around her shoulders, glad when she snuggles immediately against him, “Though I agree. It is quite loud.”

Aria huffs out a laugh, and then they simply watch, amused by the drunken antics of the rest of the Crew.

Eventually, the others begin to disperse one by one, someone turning off the music and dimming the lights back to their standard glow. Liam shoots him a thumps up before retreating, and soon it is just he and Aria left in the room, the glow from the lights reflecting slightly off the window behind them.

At first, Jaal thinks Aria’s fallen asleep, about ready to carry her to her quarters when she shifts against him, pushing herself up so they’re nearly at eye-level.

“You know, Jaal,” she says, and there’s no trace of alcohol in her words this time, “I’ve been wondering something…”

 He unconsciously lets the arm around her shoulder drop, hand brushing up and down her back, “What is it, Aria?”

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

Jaal freezes, wide eyes pinned on hers, unsure if he heard her correctly or if his imagination was getting the better of him.

Aria stares right back, a sudden nervousness in her eyes now, lip caught between her teeth.

He’s quiet for just a moment to long, it seems, because she adds “I mean… with all the flirting and the banter and the comforting, I kind of thought… y’know…”

“I did not know you wanted me to kiss you,” he manages finally, hand slipping from her back to rest on her waist, leaning the tiniest bit forwards, “If so, I should like to correct this slip… immediately.”

Aria shuffles closer and tilts her head back, and it’s all the invitation Jaal needs before bending to press his lips to hers.

Aria’s lips are full and soft, slightly chapped in one spot from constant biting, and kissing her is so much better then anything he’d imagined.

She clearly has no experience, and Jaal only had one previous relationship, so the kiss is messy, at times to eager, but they make do, and by the time they pull away she’s somehow ended up in his lap.

They stare at each other for a moment, breathless, until she smiles and cups his cheek, and Jaal purrs and leans gratefully into her touch.

“My family would like to meet you.” Jaal says then, hand coming up to press over hers, “The next time we’re on Havarl, if… you don’t mind…?”

“I’ll tell Kallo to set course.” Aria smiles back, leaning in to press her forehead to his, mimicking his actions from what feels so long ago, “I’d love to meet them.”

anonymous asked:

hi :) do you have any current hq fic recs? i'm looking for more iwaoi and kagehina to read, but it's kind of daunting going through all the fics available on ao3... i hope this isn't too bothersome!

OOhhh i’ve read a few recently!! All iwaoi, though.

Conquering the Great King  very long. very nsfw :>

we shine like diamonds  ANGST AND 26K!! HAS EVERYTHING I EVER WISHED FOR. MY CHEST HURT SO MUCH AT SOME MOMENTS AND ITS JUST THE BEST FEELING IM IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC. (it contains homophobia though, so be careful with it)

when you wish upon a star BODYSWAP AUS MAKE ME SO EXCITED!! This one is cute and funny and I laughed out loud quite a few of times:”D On going.

You can always go in my fanfiction tag though, I’ve posted quite a few before soo…if you’re in need, you can check it out too^^

Root

Title: Roots 

Characters: Benny Lafitte, reader (female), mentions of the Winchesters

tags: Memories, childhood backstory, abandoment, small mention of death, Voodoo, hoodoo

word count: 1300 (ish)

A/n: the product of

@september-daydream

and Me bouncing ideas off each other at midnight about Benny’s Backstory

Originally posted by qveenofmoons

“ You know what I have a hard time seeing?” ( y/n) said as she sat Indian style on Benny’s bed. The large Cajun went on unpacking his few belongings from his duffel. Dean and ( y/n) had convinced Sam to agree to Benny living with them at the bunker. “ Ain’t no telling with you, cher.” Benny shot the young woman a wink and smirk that she returned with a flirty smile of her own.
“ I’ve seen pictures of the boys as kids. Cuties both of them, even if Dean went through a goofy phase. And they tell me stories all the time, even Cas has a few stories about being a young angel, but I’ve known you for a hot minute and you never talk about your past. I can’t picture you as a kid.”
Benny froze. His hands on his old sailors’ cap, “ What ya mean by that, Shug?” He didn’t look up but he could hear her shift positions and start picking through and folding his clothing. “ I just mean, you are so…big. Like, I can’t imagine you being a little boy. I imagine you just kinda..springing up from the ground Greek myth style. All broad chest and sparkling personality. Plus some nice baby blues if I may say so.”                              

Staring in the mirror, Benny couldn’t help but smile. He got his eyes from his Mama, their mischievous glint inherited from a long ago time when he use to shove frogs in his pockets to stay entertained when he was dragged to Sunday mass or sent off to the halls of the school he hated so much. Those days he’d spend his time daydreaming of sailing the open seas with his papa. The same Papa who gave him the cap he was now holding the last time he left home for those same open seas. Seemed like lifetimes ago now.

 And the way (y/n ) looks at him makes him think of his mama. Sparkling eyes so full of open curiosity, so willing to love him. With a deep sigh, he placed a big paw on her knee. “ ain’t that a long story.” He said, getting lost in memories of the bayou and the fireflies he’d chase until Mama would call him home with the promise of a home cooked meal. He closed his eyes, almost smelling the earthy musk of the swamp and feeling the sticky air. He felt the bed dip and ( y/n) moved closer to him.

 “ I’m not going anywhere.” She slipped her smaller hand in his and rubbed the calloused skin, “ and we have all the time in the world.”

 With a soft sigh, he looks at her, “I’m what happens when the Sea falls in love with the land for a floating moment.” He said the words that echo to him from a time when he stood at the stove stirring the shrimp Creole that his mama had helped him make. “My mama was a humble woman, my papa a man of the open waves. Ain’t no one more beautiful than my mama. I Use to think the world was built around her. At least, I thought mine was. ” fragments of her hummed song flutters through his mind.

  You are my sunshine, my only sunshine… He could still see the gleam of the mid afternoon light filtering in to gleam off her dark hair as it hung near him. If he thought hard enough he could remember the thump of his Papa’s boots on the old wooden floor before he was swooped up in big arms. He could still hear the booming laughter from the barrel chest and smell the salt air mix with the sweet warm smell of his Mama when he would be crushed in an embrace. He opened his eyes to see ( y/n) looking at him with a soft smile and her own hair falling out of its messy bun. 

“ I used to be a hand full. All boy from my bare feet to my cow lick Mama never could get to stay down. Used to drive her clear to distraction, keeping up with me and minding the house. Couldn’t cook enough to keep me and my Papa fed it seemed. That woman loved her cooking. Much like you.“ running a thumb over (y/n)’s jaw he smiles. “Always found her in the kitchen, don’t matter if it was midnight.”

 “And your dad?” She presses lightly, hoping not to spook him away from talking. There wasn’t much he could remember about his papa, sometimes on the salted air he’d catch a glimpse here and there, and small bits from La noce à Josèphine. That song always brought goosebumps to his skin. 

“He loved the Sea more than he loved me, and momma.” 

” Oh, Benny, “ the soft voice caressed his ears. ” I’m sure that’s not true.“ He smiled dryly, 

“Oh, trust me, Cher, it was.” He could remember the nights he could hear Mama crying into her pillow before he heard the old skillet hit the stove top and the smell of something fill the small house and the creak of the wooden floors as she’d sneak across his room to crawl into his bed. The warm smell of her wrapped tight around him like his wool blankets. “She got real sick after that. Ain’t a day that went by that she wasn’t gazing out the window in longing" Blinking away the memory, he catches another glimpse of himself in the mirror, “Shame on me for falling in love with the sea as well.” 

” You can’t help it. It was in your blood. Like hunting is for the boys and me. We don’t get to pick our parents, Benny.“ Benny looked hard at the woman across from him. Why couldn’t he have met her all those years ago? She smiled wide at him, ” Tell me more about you as a little boy. Bet you were a cute little thing. And a looker when you were older. Had all the girls in town after you.“ She winked playfully, making him laugh out loud,

 “Well, mama used to say I was quite a trouble maker.” He grinned at the memories of her grabbing him by the ear. “No boy of mine gonna get into the voodoo, hoodoo witchcraft. No not today” he says with a shake of a finger, and basking in her laugh. His mama really did hate his love of magic. “ I used to take frogs and beetles into mass. Once one got away from me and hopped into the lap of the lady beside me.” He winced at the memory of the whopping he got for that one. (Y/n) laughed so hard she fell back on the bed. “ But I was quick in the kitchen. Learned everything she had to teach me. ” Opening a big paw, he eyed the calloused surface, he was rushed with a feeling of happiness at the fact cooking never left him. It was like his mama was still around. “Them were the days I could make anyone De’ Pouille if I could drag myself away from the bayou or the kitchen.” He didn’t have to look up to know (y/n) had tensed slightly.“Ain’t a soul interest me half as much as they should have. I was far too busy trying to grow into my papa’s coat.” A mist fills his eyes with the memories. “It was a good childhood brought to a quick end. All I got left of them is my good old Patrack, my cap and my jacket.that aint bad though, cause now I got you.” With a smile, he leaned over and planted a smooch on her forehead

Title: Peggy Carter’s Granddaughter (fem! Reader x Steve Rogers)

Summary: The reader goes off on a wild goose chase to find a certain Star Spangled man, the last piece to the Peggy Carter puzzle.

Word Count: 1754

A/N: wow okay I didn’t know I would become SO ATTACHED to this imagine like all I want is for Steve to be happy OKAY?! I hope you love this, cuties. Happy first day of Fall! Requests are open! Enjoy!

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10 Things I Hate About You

*This is a mix of the move and TV show b/c i love both*

Niall doesn’t know what to think when Harry Styles first starts talking to him. 

The boy has a reputation, much like Niall’s, except the brunette’s has a lot more sex, drugs, and alcohol in his than picture-perfect, straight edge Niall Horan’s. 

People don’t like Niall because he’s the opposite of normal. He doesn’t obsess over girls, or boys for that matter, and he doesn’t bother pretending to be nice to people. He’s rude and blatant and brutally honest, and nobody really appreciates that in high school. 

But Harry is different. He’s big with broad shoulders and long curly hair, like he’s some kind of rock star. He’s got a broad accent and a deep, articulation that makes most of the girls in the grade fall at his feet. He wears combat boots and tight jeans and everyone thinks he’s so cool– well, everyone except Niall.

 “Are you stalking me or something?” Niall asks with narrowed eyes as he glares at the tall boy leaning against the door of his car. He had caught the rebel staring at him for the past few weeks and was beginning to get annoyed at the boy’s blatant interest.  

Harry scoffs, tilting his head in a way that Niall hates to say is unbelievably attractive. “Of course I am.” He jokes, smiling boyishly at Niall. “Hey, c’mon. Most people would pay for me to even look at them, you should feel honored.”

Niall’s eyes narrow. “Oh yeah, Harry Styles, the boy who’s killed a man and left him for dead in a parking lot, the boy who’s slept with 27 girls as well as their mothers and let’s not forget that gorgeously fake accent.” Niall spits, making Harry’s eyes widen as his grin grows. “You’re right. I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby.” He recites, rolling his eyes before shoving the brunette away from his car. 

“Hey, hey wait!” Harry says, grabbing onto Niall’s arm, “C’mon, Niall hear me out.” He pesters and Niall rolls his eyes, crosses his arms and stands in silence, allowing Harry to speak.

Once given his change, the brunette runs a hand through his hair and looks away, “I heard you like James Bay, yeah?” Harry asks, digging through his back pocket. “I happen to have two tickets to his concert tonight.” 

He flashes the bright, thin strips of paper to Niall, who grabs onto one in a blink, analyzing it very seriously before raising an eyebrow at Harry. “You want me to go with you?” The blonde asks, suspicion clear on his face. 

“Very much so, yes.” The taller boy says, looking down at Niall with his signature “look” and Niall immediately looks away, wavering slightly. 

“Okay.” Niall says, allowing himself to smile just slightly. “I’ll go. For James, not you.” The blonde says, taking Harry by surprise as he jumps in his car, not sparing him another look. “You can pick me up at 6!” 

Harry stands, dumbfounded in the road moments after the boy has swung out, wondering what the hell he got himself into.

* * * *

“Dad!” Niall calls the moment he walks through the door. 

Niall’s father, Bobby, is a busy, but extremely loving man, who had been both Niall and Louis’ only parent for 7 years. Being a single father, Bobby had strict, stern rules about the boys, specifically dating. He was a doctor at a planned parenthood clinic which meant he spent too much time around somewhat… troubled kids, which only added to the man’s overprotectiveness. See, Bobby had implemented a rule of sorts just a year earlier when Louis entered into high school and wanted to start dating.

~~ ~~

“Dad! This is not fair.” Louis cries, eyes tight and jaw clenched.

“Rules are rules, Lou, when Niall gets a date, you can date.” Bobby says, shaking his head at his younger son.

Louis huffs, “As if that’s ever going to happen! Look at him!” 

“Louis!” Bobby says when Niall’s head jerks up in offense, shouting, “What the hell?!” 

~~

Bobby, who was previously starting dinner in the kitchen, yells back, “What, Ni?”

Niall bounces into the room, trying his best to be devoid of emotion, but unable to completely stop himself from being at least a bit excited. “I’m going out tonight. On a date.”

Bobby drops a frying pan, and both family members flinch as the metal clatters against the ground.

“What?!” 

“Yeah, We’re leaving at 6, have a good dinner, dad!” Niall says, quickly running up the stairs before Bobby could protest. 

“Wait, Niall, what’s her name? What if you get her pregnant?” Bobby shouts up the stairs, feeling the need to tear what’s remaining of his hair out. 

Niall smirks as he yells back, “Oh don’t worry about that, dad, his name is Harry!” 

“If Niall’s going on a date tonight, then so am I!” Louis adds excitedly from his room

And after that, Bobby’s sputtering is the only noise that reverberates throughout the house.

* * * *

It’s at the concert where Niall realizes that he’s not as happy with his single life as he thought he was prior. 

Harry picks him up in a range rover, sleek and much too expensive for most high-schoolers, but Harry shrugs off Niall’s impressed look. They don’t talk much, to the point where it’s semi-awkward but at the very least, Niall finds himself humming along to the rock music Harry has blaring– something by McBusted. They walk into the venue with one another, Harry’s hand brushing against Niall’s, to which the blonde rolls his eyes and moves away from. 

The concert is amazing and every bit as perfect as Niall knew it would be, and although he would never admit it out loud, he kind of liked the way Harry looked at him during James’ performance of “Let it Go.” Endearing and sweet– a side nobody really got to see from the resident bad boy was all Niall got that night. 

Even after the concert, Niall found himself having a good time as Harry puts some of the many rumors floating around his name to rest. It’s a mutual annoyance between them, rumors, because both are constantly being judged for the way they look and act. Surprisingly enough, Niall finds himself relating to Harry. 

He also finds himself liking Harry, which could turn out to be a problem.

* * * * 

2 dates later, Harry begins to like Niall Horan back.

They’ve gone to a concert, dinner, and now laser-tag, and Harry hasn’t had this much fun in a long time. He and Niall understand each other, as fellow people who are commonly misunderstood. Harry begins to realize that Niall isn’t the heinous bitch that people describe him to be just as Niall realizes that Harry isn’t the player that everyone thinks he is. 

In a really weird way, they work.

And Harry’s heart is heavy as he feels as if he’s holding onto some huge secret that he’ll never be able to properly explain. He knows it’s going to come out soon enough, whether Louis says something or Niall finds out himself, but he can’t force the words from his mouth. The money Louis gave him is dead weight in his pocket and he doesn’t want to continue on lying. 

But with the way Niall’s looking at him during this date, he knows the blonde feels as strongly as he does. He knows that emotion has grown and he wants to continue it. 

But the truth always finds a way to reveal itself– that’s what scares Harry. 

* * * *

Harry drops Niall off in front of his house from their third date a little past 10, and the blonde finds himself hesitant to leave. 

“Y’know, none of that stuff is real.” Harry says, continuing from their previous conversation.

Niall turns in his seat, secret smile appearing onto his face as he raises an eyebrow at the opposing boy. “The state trooper?”

“Fallacy.” Harry says, holding back a laugh. “What about… the dead guy in the parking lot?” 

Niall rolls his eyes, “Rumor… the accent?” Niall asks, tilting his head minutely and Harry grins. 

“Real, I lived in London for 10 years before coming here with my mom.” He answers, and Niall raises his eyebrow and nods accordingly. They both laugh lowly and their eyes meet, allowing the silence to beat for a moment before Niall looks down. 

“Tell me something true.” He says, looking back up to find Harry much closer than he was before. 

The brunette scrunches his nose in thought. “Something true?” He drawls, inching closer. “I don’t like peas.” He says, as if in confession and Niall throws his head back in laughter, pushing Harry away by the shoulder with  crinkled eyes. 

“No!” Niall protests, “Something real, something no one else knows.” 

Harry keeps the grin on his face, lazily staring at the blonde in front of him. “Alright.” He allows, pulling Niall close by the back of his neck. “You’re sweet…” He says, kissing down the column of the blonde’s throat, “and sexy…” he continues, kissing behind Niall’s ear. “And completely hot for me.” he says, making Niall laugh, a bit breathlessly. 

“Am I?” The irish boy challenges, not moving away despite how close he is to the other boy. 

Harry doesn’t respond, instead choosing to pull Niall in by the collar and kiss him, hard. Niall doesn’t bother stopping Harry as his hands roam down the expanse of Niall’s back, fingers digging into the fabric.

“Wait, I don’t get it” Niall says, pushing Harry away and leaving the boy dazed. 

“W-What?” Harry asks, shaking his head and attempting to regain his bearings. 

Niall shakes his head as Harry tries to lean in closer. “Why me? And why now? We’ve been going to school together all year and you just suddenly decided to like me?”

Harry’s heart beats to a stop and he flounders for a second. “I mean… you know..” He mumbles, which makes Niall’s eyebrows furrow. “I was nervous!” Harry blurts. Niall’s eyes widen and he covers his mouth, quite obviously trying not to laugh out loud. “I was too nervous to do it and.. your brother encouraged me to do it. Said that he thought it was a good idea so I decided to go for it.” Harry lies, heart still pounding against his chest and holy shit. He didn’t know that he cared that much.

Shit. 

Niall just giggles, says something about it being cute and he leans in again, allowing Harry to kiss him. And of course Harry does, but he does so this time much more slowly with more fervor and intensity. Who knows how much longer he’ll be able to keep this up?

* * * *

Niall ends up staying up and waiting for Louis to come home. 

He’s late and if Niall wasn’t in such a good mood, then the blonde would’ve surely told their father all about this break of curfew. 

When Louis sees his brother waiting for him in the living room, he’s terrified. He knows about Niall and Harry’s date and he hopes to god that the idiotic punk didn’t break their deal. He’s expecting tears, maybe yells and probably a lot of rude name-calling, but none of that occurs.

Instead, the second Louis walks through the threshold, Niall is jumping into his arms and giggling loudly

Louis lets out a little yelp of fear before he realizes what’s happening and hesitantly hugs Niall back. “Um… hi, Niall.” He greets tentatively and Niall just laughs, hugging Louis tighter. 

The brunette brother can’t help but crack a smile. It had been along time since he and Niall had actually gotten along and even though he didn’t really understand what was happening, he allowed himself to enjoy this, hugging Niall back just as tightly. 

The two spend a few minutes hugging before Niall breaks off, still jumping a bit excitedly. “Lou, I just wanted to thank you.” He says and Louis’ heart jumps.

“Uh, for- for what?” He asks nervously. 

“Harry told me, don’t worry.” Niall says and relief finally shrugs off Louis’ shoulders, maybe Niall wasn’t mad, maybe everything worked out for the better– “Harry told me how you encouraged him to ask me out. He just needed a little push, yeah?” Niall says, still all giggly, completely unaware of the weight that was back suffocating Louis.

Shit. 

Guilt had been building up over the past few weeks as he saw Harry chasing Niall and Niall enjoying every second of it. He knew what he did was wrong but he had to go to prom. This year, he was nominated for Prom King. He had to get Niall a date to prom so he could go. But it felt so wrong. 

“Ha… no problem, Ni.” He says uneasily. 

Niall, taking his brother’s discomfort for something else, takes Louis’ hand in his. “Look, I know we haven’t gotten along for a while, but maybe that can change, yeah? I love you, Louis.” He says, squeezing the brunettes hand before skipping up the stairs, looking genuinely happy and Louis hates himself.

His brother’s going to get his heart broken and it’s all Louis’ fault.

* * * *

“So, let me get this straight,” Harry had inquired, a month prior, giving the two boys in front of him a sinister look, “You want to pay me to take some twink out on a date?

The boy with blue eyes clenched his jaw, “Some twink being my brother, yes. And not just one date. A few dates and then prom.” He had said deliberately, looking around frantically as if the conversation itself was illegal, “So, will you do it or not?” 

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, contemplating his options. “Why?”

Louis’ sighed heavily. “My dad won’t let me go unless he does, alright? Come on.” 

Harry smirks, “Let me see him.” He orders, sitting back in his chair. 

Louis had huffed impatiently, pulling out his phone and scrolling through his pictures before showing Harry the first picture he comes across. It’s a picture they took for their dad’s birthday, just over a week ago and Niall actually looks happy for once. 

Harry takes the phone in his hands and begins to feel even more confused. The kid was fit, for sure, with dyed blonde hair and bright blue eyes and a gleaming smile. It didn’t make any sense that he’d need help getting a date. “Alright.” Harry decides, smiling widely, “I’ll do it.” After all, he could use the cash. 

“Alright?” Liam asks, astonished. They had asked nearly 10 guys before this one and each of them had basically run screaming. Then again, the one was new to their school… he had yet to really get to know Niall and his “different” personality. 

“Yeah, why not? You said $100 for every date, yeah? I’ll do it.” Harry confirmed, getting up with a shrug. “You’re not allowed to get mad when I break his heart though, yeah?” He laughed as Louis rolled his eyes. 

“Niall doesn’t get heartbroken. Good luck.” He said, waving a hand behind him as he had pulled Liam away from the chuckling brunette. 

And later, when Liam had dropped Louis off from school with a peck on the cheek and a flirtatious wink, saying that he couldn’t wait until their date, Louis couldn’t bring himself to feel bad that he had literally just bought his brother a date. 

* * * *

Niall figures it all out at prom. 

He was actually happy to be at a dance, dressed up in a ridiculous suit and hair done up all fancy. He was happy with the “bad boy’s” arm around his waist, giggling at stupid jokes and humming to an off-tune song. 

He and Harry are dancing to some slow song, talking lowly, when Louis tugs the brunette boy backwards. Niall’s face scrunches up and Harry shakes the younger boy off in confusion, fists clenched and face angry before it morphs into shock and fear. He shakes his head rapidly but Louis pays no mind.

“Harry, I can’t do it anymore. It wasn’t worth it– it’s not worth it.” He says and Harry can feel Niall’s eyes blazing through them. “Niall, I’m so, so sorry.” His brother says and the blonde shakes his head, confused as he looks between Harry and Louis.

“What?” He asks, face blank and devoid of emotion, as if he knows he’s about to get hurt and he’s shielding himself. He’s shutting down.

“I… shit, Niall, I paid him to take you out. I just wanted to go out with Liam and you know dad wouldn’t let me unless you got a date and Harry was there and…” Louis rambles, watching as emotions overflow in Niall’s eyes. Hurt, betrayal, pain, and heartbreak.

Niall stammers, obviously unable to think of the words to respond, looking from Louis to Harry in one of the most pained expressions Louis had ever seen. “It was all fake?” He asks and Harry finds himself shaking his head against Louis’ nod. 

“No it was not, Niall, It just-” 

“It just started that way? Great. Awesome.” Niall says, nodding his head and Louis can see the walls building back up. The pain is away from his eyes, replaced by burning anger that looks like it’ll never burn out. Harry steps forward, reaching out to grasp Niall’s arm, to help explain– anything, but Niall flinches back like a scared animal. “Don’t ever touch me again.” He warns, voice quivering with hurt and anger. “And you–” he says, gesturing towards Louis, “You’re not my brother anymore.” He spits, turning away from the small crowd that they had gathered and ran through the room.

Louis stands, unable to process what really just happened, simply leaning against Liam helplessly as tears began to gather in his eyes. Harry, never one to give up, runs after the blonde. 

But he’s too late. No matter how much he calls after Niall, no matter if he even could catch up with the blonde, it’s too late. Niall knew and he’d never forgive him. The one person he thought he could trust, the one person who actually understood him, was just faking it. It was over. 

* * * * 

What makes it worse is that Niall isn’t shy, ever. 

He isn’t shy about his happiness when he wins a class debate and he isn’t shy about speaking his mind when he feels antagonized, and he definitely isn’t shy about his pain. 

He wasn’t afraid of speaking about how much it hurt when his mother left, and he certainly wasn’t afraid of speaking about how much Harry– and Louis, for that matter– hurt him. 

Harry wishes he hadn’t come to class the day he did, but he just had to see Niall. The blonde refused to see him and his father simply glared and snarled when the brunette attempted to go to his house. Niall looked as bad as Harry felt. Dark circles under the eyes, and tousled, unkempt hair. He glanced at Harry woefully, turning away quick like it would shield himself from the pain that Harry saw gather in his eyes. 

The brunette isn’t even paying attention until he sees Niall clambering to the front, thin piece of paper in front of his face.

The blonde lets out a shaky breath before he begins, in a small whisper,

 “I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. 
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh… even more so when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate that I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

And Harry can’t take it. Harry can’t stand the way Niall’s voice breaks throughout the verses and the honest to god hurt that the blonde is holding. He watches with weary eyes as Niall flees from the room, wiping away tears and forgoing his bag. The teacher calls after him, but Harry’s stopped paying attention. He knows he has to do something, anything that would fix the mess he made.

* * * *

Niall’s playing footie, a bit overaggressively, shoving another boy to the ground as he sideswipes the ball from underneath him when he hears it.

“You’re just too good to be true… can’t take my eyes off of you…”

The blonde stops in his tracks, as does the rest of the team as they stare up at the speakers surrounding the stadium. But Niall knows that voice, he knows that figure as it stands at the top of the bleachers. 

“You’d be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much” Harry sings, making a complete fool of himself as the multitudes of students look on in chuckles. Niall’s frozen at this point, eyes glued to Harry as he makes his way gracefully down the bleachers. 

“Pardon the way I stare, there’s nothing else to compare..” He sings, dancing around in his skinnies and casually avoiding rogue students as they duck away. “But if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it’s real.” 

Niall’s eyes are watering, that’s for sure, and he could blame it on the small laughs that are leaving his mouth, or from the fact that one of the oldest security guards ever is attempting to capture Harry, but the true reason is obvious. 

Narrowly avoiding the guard, harry hops over the fence, running rather hard at this point, so his voice is a bit off-kilter as he sings, “I love you baby and if it’s quite all right, I need you baby to warm the lonely nights.” And his voice is completely muted as the guard finally catches him and grabs the microphone, ripping it away ferociously, but Niall can still see Harry’s mouth move as he’s being pulled away, yelling, “Oh baby, oh baby!” 

And Niall can’t help but to let out a loud cackle when Harry winks at him as he’s being dragged off of the field.

* * * *

Harry gets suspended for a week and Niall gets a detention for skipping school, as well as a lengthy lecture from his father, but it doesn’t matter. Niall finds himself forgiving Louis and spending more time with his little brother and soon enough he says yes when Harry asks him on a date. They go on one date and after finding out that the spark was still there, that the feelings hadn’t fallen away and that their kisses still felt like fireworks and explosions and absolute  perfection, they finally end up together.

The brunette still hums silly love songs in Niall’s ear and they still dispute the rumors that are attached to their names and yes, of course, they still terrify their peers as an all knew, horrifying power couple. 

But Niall was happy and Harry was happy and so were Liam and Louis and, well, Bobby wasn’t thrilled but he was working with it.

And every now and then Niall may bring up a couple of the 10 things he hates– strongly dislikes– about Harry, but it’s much more often that he brings up the 10(+) things he loves. 

Whew that one took me a while :\ I hope the ending was alright and I hope it was consistent because it took me so long to complete I spent a few days to make it. I think I may have a few more fics coming up buut I gotta worry about school first yada yada yada. Sorry about not posting so often, but I thank all of the kind messages!!! 

Prompts are open! I do any Niall-centric OTP, OT3, OT4, and OT5s! You can see my previous writings here and my master post here.

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@chronicopheliac I finally did it! Hope you like!


Bite Me

Adam didn’t know if it was polite to ask for things sexual if Nigel never expressed wanting them himself.

So he enjoyed their mutual give and take, happy to be with Nigel at all.

The words came by surprise without Adam even having to ask.

They were laying together after sex, sweaty and loose limbed, and Adam lay curled in the crook of Nigel’s arm. He nuzzled closer still, feeling the happiest he’d ever been.

“I think that was…”

Nigel kissed his cheek, “The best fucking sex we’ve ever had?”

Adam smiled, “Maybe. There was that time in the bathroom at the department store.”

Nigel laughed, “You hated that, Star. Reprimanded me for nearly a week afterward though I do distinctly recall having to carry you out on my arm?”

Adam pressed a kiss to his cheek in return, “It was very satisfying.”

Nigel moved so quickly Adam barely had time to process it, now flat on his back and staring up at Nigel whose expression was almost horrified.

“Satisfying? Darling, you wound me.”  

Adam frowned, “I’m sorry.”

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The Supply of Power (La La La)
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The Supply of Power (La La La)

Well they tell me drugs don’t pay, and they say that there’s no use.
But I’ve got a couple friends who say that that’s not true, and they’ve got wallets full of proof.
I needed the money. It was nothing more than a little self-centered, self-enhated youth.

And I know what he’s saying couldn’t have been that funny, but you seem to be laughing quite loud.
So I will sit and think of reasons that you think that it’s funny, but I will probably never figure it out.

Chapter 1

It all began that Wednesday, in a small studio where the auditions for Carmilla would be made, a lesbian series of vampires. It would be the first meeting of Natasha Negovanlis and Elise Bauman.

Natasha had made her audition for the role of Carmilla and had already act with two “Lauras” when Elise came… a dazzling smile, smooth and golden hair, an unusual energy. The two made the scene and went out of the room, beginning to talk about the series.

- Hi, I’m Natasha. Elise, right?

- Yes, nice to meet you! What did you think of the auditions?

- I thought it was super cool, something unusual, you know?

- I laughed for hours reading the script!

Natasha could not stop thinking that if she got the part it was with Elise that she would like to act with. The two returned home, waiting until next week to have the outcome of the audition. Natasha shared room with a friend who was also an actress, Elise had just moved into a small apartment in the city center with a woman who was also in the acting business.

The week slowly passed, both were eager for the outcome of the audition. Natasha was the kind of tough woman, did not show her feelings easily, she even laughed at herself because she could not cry. Elise was the opposite, completely open, devoted to her feelings, a very easy girl to live by her charisma and joy she brought to all.

The next Tuesday, Natasha received an email asking for her attendance the next day in the studio. She got super anxious so she asked her close friends to go up to her house for a “cheese and wine” to calm her anxiety the next day.

- Hey guys, thanks for coming. I’m a nervous wreck! Will I be chosen? - All her friends calmed her down, saying that of course it would work, and asked for more details about the work. - Well, it’s webseries about vampires, and I’m a lesbian - and gave a loud laugh - it’s quite funny actually, I fall in love with a human and there are several crazy situations, it will be really fun - and everyone wants to know about the rest the cast - Well, the girl who is my love in the series is called Laura, and I really hope that Elise has got the part, because Oh my God, she’s beautiful and has a great energy.

The night passed quickly and the next day Natasha arrived at the studio one hour before the combined and waited for someone to come open the door. She sat on the sidewalk and began to read a book from one of her favorite authors “Eckhart Tolle”. It took about 20 minutes and she could barely believe it when Elise stopped the bike right beside her, she looked up and said:

- Elise, how nice to see you! - And began to rise from the ground.

- Thank you, how are you? I ate all my nails! Will we be chosen? - She got off the bike and took off her helmet.

- Well, I really hope so! - And put the book in her bag. - So you’re into bikes? - Elise laughed and replied.

- Well, when not below 0 degrees, I always useit for transportation - and laughed out loud - Well, what about you? What do you usually do in your life besides get hours early in your commitments?

Natasha was delighted with the charisma of Elise. - Well, I sing, I make theater, opera, commercials, whatever comes, you know, right? But at the moment I am barista so I can pay my rent. And you?

- Well, the same as you, but I do not sing! - Elise could not stop smiling - I waitress to pay the rent, that’s all.

“Why I can not stop wondering if she is gay? I will not ask this, do not do this Elise! ”

The two were exchanging conversations about the weather, what they did in the acting life and other ordinary subjects of life, until 10 minutes before the scheduled time, the director came and found them sitting on the floor laughing.

- Hello girls, I’m glad that Carmilla and Laura are already getting along! - And he gave a strong laughter shaking the hand of the two.

At the end of the interview, the director asked for both of them to read part of the first season script to make a “table read” the next day, because the shooting would start in a week. Leaving the studio, Elise asked Natasha if she did not want to read together, cause it would be easier for them. She accepted and suggested they go to her house which was not far from here.

- My roommate works all night today, so no one will annoy us.

Bauman could not deny that there were some sexual tension, looks, talks, something there was a sexual hint, but she barely knew Natasha.

- Natasha, this apartment is amazing - she said entering the living room - and you have a great taste for decoration.

- Well, I can’t really deny it, I’m a collector! - She replied laughing and sitting on the couch - Shall we start? We’ll have a long day.

Professionalism was the most important part of the day, the two were very focused on entering the characters and give their best for the series. Around 6 pm they’ve already made it through the entire script, and Elise decided to return home.

- Thank you very much for your help, Elise.

- Thank you, Natasha, the day was very productive.

- Hey, give me your phone number so we can keep in touch - Natasha asked.

- Well… there is just one problem, you’ll have to call me or send me a text - she took out of the bag a very old Motorola phone and Natasha began to laugh out loud.

- I think you’re the only person in Canada who does not have whatsapp, Elise.

- Yes, I’m sure of it, but I will end up losing or breaking these expensive and technological phones - she also burst out laughing and gave a farewell hug in Natasha - see you tomorrow.

They met in front of the studio and Natasha gave her a hug. Elise was completely casual as always, wonderful. Natasha was accompanied by her faithful accessory, the hat.

- Elise, let’s take a picture to mark this beginning, shall we? I am beginning to convince you to buy a decent phone! - She opened the Instagram and clicked – It’s great – and she wrote “Table Read? Check ”- Perfect, let’s go Elise!

From this day on, everything started to go very fast. There was a lot to memorize, a lot to film and many people involved. The first days of filming were extremely fun, everyone was getting along and the scenes were really nice to be filmed. Ellise and Natasha had to record an interview about Laura and Carmilla as additional content to the channel.

- All right, that’s good. I’ll ask the questions and you will answer. There is no secret, just be ourselves.

They had met three weeks ago, but did not have much time to be together, were always busy or late. The interview was a moment of rest for them, just sit down and talk normally. They were side by side, sitting on a bench and leaning against a table. Elise could not take her eyes of Natasha, she was beautiful. Every question, they were approaching more and more as if the touch between them was necessary… proximity. That was something that none of them could contain.

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During the weeks of filming, the two of them were getting along better and beter, always full of jokes. Once again, they would need to read the script and memorise it for the following week.

- Hey Nat, would you like to read the lines together? Today the day is just beautiful and we are done for today here in the studio… What do you think of that?

- Hmmm I don’t think I can deny it. There’s a park near here, what do you think? - Elise put her sunglasses and her purse and answered yes.

They sat on the floor. Elise was always fun and full of life. She kicked off her shoes and lay down on the grass.

- Don’t you love this? - Elise asked.

- The nature and the sun? Or be here with me? If the answer is the latter, yes, I love - she laughed and lay down beside her. Elise turned sideways looking at her and laughed too.

- Well, I was talking about the sun, but I also love being with you.

Natasha sat with butterflies in her stomach and said - Let’s start? We have only 80 pages to decorate.

Elise did not seem to care because she embarrassed Natasha, she was like that, did not regret speaking what she felt. After 30 minutes reading and rereading, Natasha got up and took a picture of Elise.

- Heeeeeeey I did not let you do that - she protested.

- Well, my dear, you’ll go once again to the instagram! - Natasha said, sitting again at his side. - Well, you cannot even protest, because you are totally gorgeous. - And showed the picture to her.

Elise laughed and said - Maybe you’re starting to convince me to buy a nice phone like yours!

A few hours later, Natasha asked Elise if they could continue reading the lines in your home, because it was the night that her rommate work overnight.

- All right, I’ll go home to shower and leave my bike and jump over there. You want me to bring something? - She asked putting her helmet.

- Well, m'lady, I already have everything prepared it at home - and gave an evil laugh.

- I imagine the amount of wine you have stored at home, Nat - and laughed jumping on the bike.

- See you soon, little monkey.

Elise could not choose what clothes to wear, and she was feeling an idiot because she was only going to Natasha’s house to memorise lines. “It’s nothing, just choose some clothes,” she tried to convince herself. Tired, she chose a pair of jeans, a white blouse V-neck and a leather jacket. She puts the first shoes she saw and sped off to catch the taxi that was already honking at the door.

Elise sighed and knocked on the door with a hand holding the script and a bottle of wine. Natasha opened rigth away and gave her a hug.

- I brought wine - Elise lifted the bottle. Natasha laughed and asked her to come in.

- By my count, we now have 5 bottles of wine to survive the night - she said taking the wine off Elise’s hand and putting the bottle in the refrigerator.

Bauman took off her shoes and sat on the couch. There were already two glasses of wine on the table and Natasha came bringing an open bottle.

- I can not memorise my lines if I am drunk, Natasha.

- Do not worry, wine is good for the heart - she said starting to laugh – did you took a look at the last pages?

- No, after we stopped reading it in the park I did not look over at it - she took a big sup of wine and took the script to read it - what’s on the last page?

- Well… - Natasha started laughing - it’s something we’ll have to practice, you know? - She points to the page in the script of Elise, she reads it quickly and bursts out laughing.

- Practice? – Elise rises from the couch and sat down next to Natasha.

- Well, I would say that for the sake of the scene, this would be a sensible and reasonable thing.

Elise paused, took a sip of wine and sighed.

- Yeah, you’re right, but there are still 25 pages until the page 78. Let’s start?

Natasha made a sound of annoyance and Elise laughed. After two hours, the two had already read almost the entire script (they were a little faster than normal) and stopped at page 71 when Natasha decided to ask for food.

- What do you think of asking a delicious salad of lettuce and tomatoes, Elise? - And she laughed out loud, a sign that the two bottles of wine already had effect.

- Heeeey not make fun of my vegetarianism - she gave a push in Natasha - Why don’t you ask an arugula pizza?

- Okay, that sounds nice - she types a few things on the mobile - ready, it will arrive in 30 minutes. Heeeeeey you know what it reminded me? I’ll post one things on Twitter - and gave an evil laugh.

- Naaat, what will you do? - Elise leaned her head on Natasha’s  shoulder and stared at the phone. She opened the app and wrote the text that made Elise laugh for five minutes.

- I really hope you do not mock my diet - she laughed some more and lay on Natasha’s shoulder again - Hey Nat, I don’t know if I can longer continue reading this script for today.

- Are you trying to escape from page 78, right? - She looked at Elise and their eyes met. Natasha smiled and kissed her forehead.

- Actually I don’t want to run away from this page … - Elise lifted her head from Natasha’s shoulder, not one centimeter away from her face and started approaching, she stopped so close to Natasha’s face that they could feel the warmth of each breath. Nat closed her eyes and wrapped Elise’s waist. Elise put her hand on Natasha’s face and pressed her lips on hers. From that moment, everything changed … everything that was just a suspicion fell through, the two kissed for minutes and they could not stop. There was definitely some feelings involved.

So last night, I caved and went to go see The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water, and boy was I pleasantly surprised! The world knows that the SpongeBob TV show hasn’t really been good since season three (which ended in 2004, God do I feel old.) and that the past decade of episodes were hackneyed cash-ins on the already mega-successful franchise.

Sponge Out of Water; though a bit silly at times, was a truly enjoyable experience from start to finish! Judging by the trailers, I had figured that the film would mostly center on the series’ ensemble of characters and their CGI/Live-Action antics on the surface, which to me seemed really gimmicky. Much to my surprise, the “Out of Water” scenes don’t really happen until the film’s final act.

What truly hooked me in was the film’s comedic pairing of the titular sponge and (oddly enough) the series’ primary antagonist, Plankton. Their dialogue together never seemed forced, and I found myself laughing out loud quite frequently!  I was relieved that the film wasn’t another buddy comedy of SpongeBob with series regular, Patrick Star (though Patrick is certainly featured in the film). I am actually conflicted in whether I enjoyed Sponge Out of Water or The film’s predecessor, 2004’s The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie more. The sequel tends to take liberties in both visual and artistic style outside of the TV show, and that was a big plus for me.

If you are not a SpongeBob fan, I wouldn’t advise you to go see this movie in theatres; however, if you grew up watching the original Nickelodeon series, I’d say that The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water is well worth the ticket price!

86 NOTES, 86 FACTS ABOUT ME.

1. My name is Sonja.
2. I’m 18 years old.
3. In less than three months I’ll turn 19.
4. I don’t want to turn 19.
5. After the summerholidays my final highschool-year starts.
6. I want to be a teacher.
7. I’ll go to university in Denmark.
8. My subjects will be German, Danish, and English.
9. I’m so excited already.
10. I have blue eyes.
11. My natural haircolor is blonde/brown.
12. I like my dyed hair BUT it pisses me off to dye them new so often.
13. So I’m trying to get my natural haircolor back.
14. I feel kinda sad about it.
15. My favorite band is Coldplay.
16. I hope to see them live one day.
17. I’ve seen many other bands live though.
18. I’ve been at “Wacken Open Air” last week, which is the biggest heavy metal-festival in the world.
19. I’m going to see The Script live in September.
20. And The 1975 in April next year.
21. These two are one of my favorite bands, too.
22. I love John Green.
23. I haven’t seen “Paper Towns” until now but I will next week.
24. I love chocolate, if you want to make me happy, buy me chocolate.
25. I don’t like tomatoes or ketchup. Neither in combination with chocolate.
26. In December I’m going to travel to the Dominican Republic with my dad and two of my aunts.
27. I’ve been there before and I’m so excited!
28. We will celeberate Christmas and New Year underneath the palmtrees.
29. I suck at math.
30. People say I’m a good writer.
31. I’m on my best way of my recovery.
32. I cut myself for more than 4 years.
33. Today, I’m clean for 1 year, 3 months and 24 days.
34. I am proud of myself.
35. I’ve had a really hard time.
36. My mother died when I was 10.
37. My best friend died when I was 12.
38. I got bullied at school.
39. I’ve been in mental hospital 2 times.
40. I’m going to meet with some of my friends from there this summer.
41. I like drawing but I suck.
42. I like singing.
43. But I also suck at singing.
44. I have A+ in music-class, which makes me proud af.
45. I’m not so active on Tumblr anymore.
46. And I don’t know how to feel about it.
47. Btw, I know German and Danish as first tongue.
48. I live in Germany but I’m on a Danish Highschool… In Germany.
49. I live 7 minutes (by car) away from the German/Danish border.
50. Denmark feels like home to me.
51. I can’t see very good in the dark, which pisses people off.
52. I love flowers.
53. I need money, a lot.
54. I’m hungry right now, just as always.
55. People say I’m helpful.
56. I can burp… Very very loud, long and it’s quite disgusting.
57. I laugh a lot.
58. I like going for looong walks.
59. I love living close to the seaside, the ocean feels like home, too.
60. I’m very loyal.
61. And I hate lies.
62. I’m not a good liar.
63. My favorite animals are cats.
64. I’m quite funny - sometimes.
65. Other times I’m just annoying.
67. I’ve never been in love.
68. I want a baby someday.
69. I still like chocolate.
70. Most of the time, I’m very organized.
71. I have 16.000 songs in my iTunes-libary.
72. I’m music-obsessed.
73. I have my own car.
74. I love driving.
75. I’ve visited some countries in my life, which are: Germany (obviously), Denmark, Austria, England, Spain, Greece, Dominican Republic, Sri Lanka, and Egypt.
76. I like taking smaller photos (for Instagram).
77. I love to help others.
78. I’m a good listener, but only if I’m in the mood.
79. I only have a few friends, but they are the best I could wish for.
80. I have the most wonderful favorite person in the world.
81. I don’t have any siblings.
82. I’m a lefty.
83. I have a fat cat called Leo.
84. Some people like me, others don’t. There’s mostly no in-between.
85. I thought finding so many facts would be harder.
86. I’m proud of everyone who struggles with something or not. I’m proud of EVERYONE.

The magic’s still here

I’ve just seen Fantastic Beats and I have a LOT to talk about, so here’s a non-spoilery review:

I was worried I wouldn’t feel the magic and I wouldn’t enjoy it as much as I did when I watched the original movies, I was wrong. Boy was I wrong. Listen, they played an ersatz of Hedgwig’s theme at the very beginning and I was DONE. I was home. They mentioned Dumbledore’s name and I was nearly crying. I just missed it so much, I can’t believe I actually get to say I saw another (sort of) Harry Potter movie. The fantastic beasts were awesome! I mean, I knew most of them by name already, as I own the “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” book, but there were some I was not familiar with, and they’re all amazing. The CGI was well done, you can see that they’re not real creatures, but that’s not what I wanted. They look surreal, and that’s what they should look like, in my opinion, so that the magical world stays… well, magical.

There’s a LOT of humor, funny bits and lines. You can just feel that JK Rowling wrote this, it felt like the books again. Because, let’s get real, they left out most of the funny bits in the movies. Not here, though. NOT HERE. I laughed out loud quite a few times. JK’s sense of humor always gets me. It’s ridiculous in the best way. It’s insanely British too, and I loved it. But the movie also knows when to be serious and there are also a lot of moving scenes and a lot of darker scenes. 

I also understand a lot better why they’re making 5 movies, I feel like I know where they’re going with the story. There’s a lot more to explore about this world, and I want to know even more than we already know.

It was weird to see the movie without knowing what the storyline would be like though, for the vast majority of the HP movies, I had read the books beforehand, I knew what would (mostly, they made changes, but still) happen, so it felt unnatural to be watching something brand new. But it was a good feeling, and I enjoyed it.

If you’re like me and you’re a bit too obsessed with the HP universe, you might freak out when they mention things you already know or see something familiar. I swear I felt like Hermione during class, wanting to shout “OH I KNOW WHAT THIS IS” as if the movie was quizzing me about my HP knowledge. I think I passed. Might have been fan service, though, but I was too darn happy about it to care.

TL;DR: it’s awesome and I want to watch it again and again. GO SEE IT.