like thinking he has a weird sort of tension with everyone

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Or Brûlant 

Or the one where Harry is the new ballet teacher, despite him being younger than everyone in his class, and Louis is less than impressed by his inescapable talent. They sort themselves out eventually.

6 Weeks

When Harry takes the afternoon shift at the cafe, he meets a boy who drinks a lot of tea and never remembers his umbrella.

Carried Away Like Butterflies

It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.

Now You Know Me ( For Your Eyes Only)

au where harry and Louis are solo artists and they’re not exactly friends per se but they’re friendly, know each other from industry parties and things like that and there’s always been this weird unspoken sexual tension between them and Louis’ always kinda confused bc isn’t harry the biggest ladies’ man in the industry?? and one day harry asks Louis to collab with him and of course Louis says yes even tho he’s kinda surprised and harry plays the song for him and Louis is completely blown away by how beautiful it is and it’s a love song and he’s like damn whoever this is about is lucky as fuck bc it’s clearly written from personal experience so they spend all this time together recording and it’s super bittersweet bc they click right away and it takes Louis about three seconds to realize he has a huge fucking crush on harry but on the other hand harry clearly had someone in mind when he wrote the song so the last day of recording comes and Louis’ like “thanks for having me on the song” and harry just shrugs and is like “well it just seemed fitting bc the song is about you”

Looking Through You

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

Chasing Empty Seats

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

When It’s Late At Night

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that’s exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Heaven’s Just Begun 

Harry is wholly convinced he’s quite literally a sad excuse for a young adult, but this doesn’t seem to stop the “boy next door” from developing the world’s biggest crush on him.

Do Not Go Gentle

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

Galileo

Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren’t supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

Nothing Please Me More Than You

Or…the one where Louis is a barista and Harry is the hot dude that comes in every day and does nothing except sit in the corner, writing in his notebook, all day long. But what Louis learns when he sneaks a peek inside the notebook changes everything.

Little White Lies

“I lied when I got my job.

I told them I had a kid so I could leave early ‘to pick him up from day care’, to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he’s sick’. Long story short – I’m in too deep. I didn’t think this through.

Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso’ as that’s what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he’s named after his grandpa and he’s a defense attorney who often brings his work home.

You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H.”

Yell “Penis” For Password

Harry moves in to a new flat, and upon checking the wifi access, happens to find one demanding a very peculiar set of instructions. He makes the decision to follow them, which leads to a very interesting series of events.

There was a Reason I Collided With You

AU where Louis and Harry are neighbors who meet in the elevator of their apartment one morning and it becomes a routine for them. Louis pines a lot. Then one day, Harry doesn’t show up at the elevator like he usually does, and well, Louis might panic.

You Lost Your Shoes as it Started to Rain

harry works in an american bakery but he doesn’t know what scones are and he somehow meets a British boy named Louis.

Sugar

“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.”

There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.

A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going.

Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.

That’s how it begins.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Or: the one in which Harry’s having his big movie debut and Louis sings on it’s soundtrack.

The Boys of Summer

Harry is in love with Louis and would have given anything to be his partner for the end of term literature assignment. Louis is the only kid in the class who can get away with anything, and all he wants is the attention of the pretty boy with the curls across the room. Featuring lots of banter, pining, flirting, and Fionn as an unwilling Cupid.

The Pink Album

Or, a love seven years in the making, inspired by Harry’s debut album.

If its Me You’re Looking For

Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses–or maybe it’s the other way around. AU. 

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A collection of Larry Fanfics the I plan on reading lol.

updated: 08/27/2017

*casually dumps a shitton of dear evan hansen/be more chill crossover headcanons*

EDIT: Now with a part 2!

NOTE: All of these headcanons take place within the crossover universe but not all of them feature characters from both musicals.  Some just involve DEH characters and some just involve BMC characters.  I JUST WANTED TO HEADCANON STUFF ABOUT THEM OKAY (also this is a hella long post so under the readmore it goes)

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6: “Marry me” (part 2 from the 5/6 request, also andreil!)

It takes 4 months and 2 weeks to organize Matt’s proposal to Dan. 

Neil knows because he’s been pretending to understand most of what Matt says to him for 4 months and 2 weeks.

It’s not that he’s not happy for them, it’s just that being told to celebrate love feels like being told to celebrate the way the world turns, or the gravity that continues to pin us like the bar on a rollercoaster seat. Neil celebrates love by staying alive to see it. He celebrates it by keeping it.

He looks at prospective rings and says they’re fine over and over again. He dutifully tells Dan nothing even when she asks outright. He answers the phone when Matt calls him in a panic at midnight and says “what if she says no” so many times that Neil hands the phone to Nicky.

It does make him think though, about Andrew. Without meaning to.

He doesn’t think of it as marriage in his head (to Neil, marriage has always been something that swallows you like quick sand). Tying himself to Andrew though — having something legally binding like Neil Josten on his documents, like their names on the lease, like his contract with his team — that means something to Neil.

Being with Andrew is the thrill of being in the game, but having it on paper would be like points blinking onto a scoreboard. He knows he’s scoring now, but he wants the crowd to know too. He wants this win to stick.

He doesn’t mention it because it doesn’t matter, ultimately. Neil doesn’t need other people to tell him that they love each other.

Andrew scoops Sir off Neil’s lap and smuggles him to his side of the couch. He pours one bowl of sugar crisp and one bowl of granola in the morning. He catches Neil’s sleeve before he goes for a run and uses every ounce of 5 AM energy he has to hold Neil’s eyes. Neil knows how he feels.

But he really does support Matt and Dan, separate from the way he’s scared of hospital rooms he won’t be allowed into or the box on a form that labels them ‘roommates’ like that’s anywhere close to enough.

The engagement lines up with a weekend that all the original foxes are scheduled to meet up on, scraped together by Matt’s meticulous hands and Nicky’s constant phone calls.

Andrew isn’t interested in going, but Neil asks, so. They’re the first ones there.

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One of the things I love about Black Paladin Lance is that there are so many possibilies for how he becomes the Black Paladin.  Here are just a few ideas I’ve had:

  • Allura brings up the fact that they’ll need a new Black Paladin and Lance immediantly steps up.  He was the leader pre-voltron so it’s only natural, really.  
    • This can also go many ways.
    • Keith freaks the fuck out at Lance because um, hello?  There’s no way Lance would make a good leader, he’s reckless and talks them all into messes all the time.  Not to mention the fact Shiro said he should be the leader, Keith isn’t going to go against Shiro’s words
      • Lance points out that Keith is just as reckless as Lance is, expect Keith is at his most reckless in battle so it’s not a really good idea for Keith to be the leader.  He also mentions that of course Shiro picked Keith for the leader, if Keith’s really that blind to favourism he’s an idiot.  Shiro barely looks at Lance, Hunk, or Coran.  
      • The dispute quickly tears the group apart.  Coran and Hunk are for team Lance, Allura (and techinally Shiro) are team Keith
      • Pidge could go either way, on one hand she could go for Keith because 1. She trusts Shiro, and 2. She too doesn’t really notice how good a leader Lance is cause that the type of leader Lance is.  Shiro’s a very obvious leader, he stands above the others (both literally and figuritively) and is helps pull others up.  He’s not entitled but his energy basically screams follow me.  Lance isn’t like that, he’s the type of leader that will stand in front of you when there’s consequences or danger, but outside that he’s standing with you or behind you and pushing you to be your best.  So Pidge just sort of didn’t notice she followed his lead in the garrison.
      • Or Pidge could be Team Lance because she did notice 
      • Personally i perfer Pidge being Team Keith and then realizing very quickly she made the wrong choice
      • Lance quickly notices that they’re not getting anywhere arguing about it so he relents (very much ‘fine, whatever, you lead voltron, have fun with that!’ and storms off).  Which, ironically, just further proves he’s better black paladin material
      • Keith becomes the Black Paladin, Lance the Red, Coran the Blue (they need Allura in the castle), Pidge and Hunk remain as they are
      • Keith leads and he’s not terrible at it he’s just not all that good and he doesn’t have time to learn and Lance has to do a lot of back seat leading because Keith just doesn’t understand their strengths and weaknesses, is trying to hard to channel Shiro and becoming a pretty big dick (Shiro’s in a different position, he was already their upperclassman, Keith is techinally meant to be on their level but acting like an upperclassman and it’s pissing everyone off), he’s no help in statergy meetings, and he runs off by himself in battle all the fucking time
        • Lance starts having to shout ‘switch’ during battles beause it’s a better system than arguing with Keith.  He goes off at the guy whenever he runs off.  He ends up having to explain Keith’s half baked ideas.  He’s basically the leader without the black lion and he is so sick of Keith’s shit.  Red is too and they bitch and moan about it together.  Black and Keith don’t talk.
      • And despite all this the only person to come around and think Lance should be their leader is Pidge, Allura is still very, very sure Lance is not a good idea
      • Until she actually she’s him in action.  For whatever reason Lance is forced to pose as Voltron’s representative/Leader on a planet and Allura expects it to go terrible but it doesn’t.  Lance is still flirty and ridiculous but he’s able to sit down and be serious.  Maybe Keith pissed someone off and Lance has to talk Keith’s way out of jail, maybe he’s trying to convince them to help despite the danger it puts the planet in
      • Whatever it is he succeeds and when he comes back they have a whole new talk about who the leaders going to be.  Lance is given the role and the first thing he asks is if Keith is truly fine with that.  Que Keith feeling guilty because he expected Lance to be an asshole about it but nope
      • Lance is still immature and insists on making Voltron bow after distressing things, tells Pidge they can finally make Voltron dab and other such stuff but he’s serious side is out more often and everything goes amazingly with Voltron
    • OR: Keith doesn’t speak up.  Maybe he doesn’t think Lance will be the best leader but he doesn’t want to be the leader.  Allura’s still not very sure about it, but Coran and Hunk (and maybe Pidge) all insist it’s a good idea and no one else steps up so Lance becomes the black paladin
      • Everything goes really well.  Again, Lance is immature and a flirt but when the situation calls for it he’s as good and mature a leader as Allura and Shiro
      • Allura apologizes for misjudging me and Lance jokes about her finally falling for his charms in just a matter of time and Allura gets pissed and Lance laughs only to admit that it means a lot she said that
      • He doesn’t find out Keith was meant to lead until they’re saving Shiro.  Lance walks in the black lion behind him (his armour now black) and Shiro can’t make out who it is at first he just says something along the lines of ‘keith, i knew you’d come for me’ with a grin and Lance frowns and steps closer and says ‘i’m not keith dude, can you see okay?’ and shiro finds and his first reaction is to ask if Keith is okay, why isn’t he the black paladin? and Lance is starting to get pissed because seriously shiro?  is it so unlucky to him that Lance could be a leader?  But he sucks it up and answers everything calmly because he has a fucking person to save
      • Shiro doesn’t even think to thank him in all that goes on and Lance just gets really, really bitter
      • like he knows he shouldn’t be and all but he’s upset.  He’s been running on fumes for weeks making sure everyone else is healthy, coming up with plans with Allura and their allies, making those allies, and just all the stress of causing all the shots and now this.  He still manages to collect himself and put on a brave face but he has a short fuse these days, he’s on edge, and everyone is on edge because of it
      • the tension doesn’t help either, they’ve saved shiro but now what?  it’s not like shiro can just slip back into the place he had, he needs time to heal and readjust and everyone else needs time to readjust like they planned to save shiro but they never really planned past that
      • Things with Shiro and Lance just get worse.  Shiro doesn’t know how to treat a Lance who no longer has a hero complex, who knows he’s earnt his place and has a right to speak up against Shiro.  Shiro finds it weird enough that Lance is sitting in on all the meetings they’re having, let alone that he’s an active part of those meetings unlike the others who may listen but don’t really interact (thinking the BoM style planning, Lance was clearly listening in and looking for faults in their plans only to find none while the others weren’t paying as much attention)
      • It also doesn’t help that he doesn’t see the awesome leader Lance was because normally Lance is so much more patient.  He hears Lance ask why Keith didn’t tell him about Shiro’s wish and Keith admits he didn’t want to lead and Lance gets mad because this isn’t school anymore.  Someone can’t be your replacement because you don’t want to do something.  They get into an argument but that’s more or less the way they commicate, so what Lance says gets through to Keith it’s just not how Shiro would do things 
      • And that’s what it comes down to, really.  The fact Lance leads in a different way to Shiro.  He never once tried to be shiro because he know it wouldn’t work.  He’s a great leader in his own right, it’s just that shiro has a hard time seeing anyone elses training styles as right.
      • They end up having a heart to heart in Black.  Lance was chilling in his pilot chair sort of just sighing and trying to get it out of his system and Shiro showed up to reconnect with his lion and he stumbles upon Lance and Black like just talking.  And Shiro doesn’t get it because it was never that easy with him but that’s because they’re different people with different needs.  Lance needs to talk, Shiro doesn’t.  
      • So Lance and Black talk in a way only pilot and paladin can.  Shiro clears his throat and Lance ends up telling him how he feels (like the crystal seen with coran).  He tells Shiro how he’s just… he knows he’s going to be kicked to the back on the group again because thats what happened last time and he just isn’t happy about it because he’s made his spot on the team and now it’s falling through his fingers.  He admits he’s made Shiro was surprised Lance was the leader, like Lance knew Shiro didn’t notice him but it still hurt.
      • And Shiro feels like shit and they work through their problems like adults
  • OR: Lance doesn’t step forward as leader.  They’re in their lions about to go into battle but Keith… Keith can’t enter Black.  The lion once more has his particle barrier up and he won’t let Keith in.  
    • Lance, because he’s in red and feels its better he sit out than Keith, flies over to see if he can help.  Keith’s still trying to push in and Lance makes a joke about needing to knock (like he did with Blue) and it fucking works.  
    • Maybe they don’t realize at first cause Keith was also pushing at the barrier but Keith steps forward and Black doesn’t lower his head.  Instead the cat basically rolls his eyes and moves to lower his head and let Lance in
    • Lance is hella shell shocked and just sort of… walks in.  Like, okay then I guess I’m your paladin now?  ‘no shit kid lets go’ says black as Lance sits in his pilots chair and it just sorta happens
    • he rejoins the fight and everyones like ‘you got it working!  good job’ and Lance is like ‘well actually’
    • Hunk, Coran, and/or Pidge could be like ‘called it’ or everything could just be really confusing and tense until Black rolls his eyes again and tells Lance to just focus already holy fuck dude war zone
    • Things go swimmingly
  • OR: Allura annouces it has to be the blue paladin, always.  The Blue Lion is the only one with a qunsitence that will match the black lion and therefore they don’t have a choice, lance is the leader
    • Lance is thrilled at first and then not everyone else is
    • Hunk and Coran are so proud, as are the mice
    • Again, 50/50 on if Pidge is okay with this or not.  
    • Keith is not, he complains that Lance is nothing like Shiro (Lance argues that neither is Zarkon) and gets really uffy about it
    • Allura attempts that she’s not happy about it either but there’s not really anything they can do so they’ll have to stuck it up and deal with it
    • Their balant dislike of Lance pushes him to not be so proud.  He knows if they’re going to work as a team they’ll need to all accept him as a leader so he starts pushing himself way to hard
    • he also tries to be more like shiro, which really doesn’t work out for him
    • he’s not sure Black will accept him at first but the lion does only he refuses to commicate with Lance properly.  
    • Lance pushes himself too far in training, barely gets any sleep, and constantly gets into fights with Keith and Allura because he’s just looking out for them but fuck off lance, just because you’re the black paladin doesn’t mean you can order us around
    • his insecurities just get worse
    • he starts getting wreckless, not as a leader but as a person
    • he takes every hit he can for the others, stops eating almost entirely, stops talking as much etc.
    • Coran and Hunk notice but they don’t know what to do (Hunk’s used to calling up an older sibling or Lance’s mama for this but he can’t right now) but Allura and Keith are blissfully unaware.
    • Until Lance ends up in the healing pods because he pushed himself too far and Allura and Keith get mad at him for it and Lance just doesn’t have the energy to fight.  He ends up telling them to search for a new black paladin then, if they’re so against him he will back down the moment they find someone.  Maybe they’ll actually give that person a chance to be a leader
    • He doesn’t say it rudely or like they could never find another, he just says it plainly and then Hunk leads him to get some food.
    • Que Allura and Keith feeling like shit and realizing they really haven’t given Lance a chance.  Allura reviews it and wow, Lance is actually great in battle as the black lion.  In fact the biggest fuck ups are from Keith refusing to listen.  Keith has a good long think-and-stare-at-my-blade session
    • They both decide they do need to give Lance a chance, Lance doens’t exactly trust them at first but they try and everyone finds it fits rather well.  Lance starts to relax more now that Allura and Keith aren’t jumping on his every flaw.  Allura starts listening to him.  Keith starts following his orders
    • And they’re happy
    • For all of 5 minutes
I don’t buy it - Jon isn’t “a northern fool”

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!!!!! SPOILERS FOR LEAKED EP 6 AHEAD !!!!!
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I just don’t buy it. I still believe that Jon is playing Danielle (btw we are using this name so it won’t show up in the search, not as an insult), going “undercover” as he did with the wildlings, to ensure she helps against the white walkers. Want to know why? Keep reading, but I warn you this got … very, very, very long. 

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Caught Up Pt. III

here’s part 3!! thank you so much to everyone who’s read the other parts and asked about part 3, i really appreciate it! i’m glad people are liking it 

part one  part two

“I don’t have to sleep in here by the way, I can always take the guest room,” you tell Shawn while his back is to you as he unpacks some of his things into his old dresser. You don’t want him to feel like he has to share his room just because his mom suggested it. He’s quick to turn around and answer you, “No I want you to!” he takes in the apparent shock on your face at his eager response. “I mean, I told them we’ve been dating a while so they probably expect us to sleep in the same room.” He tries to sound nonchalant but you can see the pink starting to spread across his cheeks before he turns back to the clothes in front of him. “If you wanted me to sleep with you, you should’ve just said so,” you tease, opening your own back to settle in as well. Shawn, who is now sporting a healthy blush, shoots you a playful warning glare but doesn’t get the chance to say anything before his mother is calling you both down for lunch.

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Thoughts on Strange Magic

Thoughts on Strange Magic

I love Strange Magic so much! It’s so different - a jukebox musical heavily laden with singing and fairy fantasy calendar visuals. The commitment to this artistic vision is breathtaking, and risk taking. There’s just nothing else like it.

I mean, if you actually saw some of the scant promotion for Strange Magic, you might have noticed the fantasy calendar visuals. But nothing could prepare you for the amount of singing in the film because it’s so far outside what you could reasonably expect. Apparently the film makers even considered making it sung through entirely.

(I’m kind of hoping that unnamed Lin-Manuel Miranda Walt Disney Animation Studio feature will do this, but of course with original music/lyrics rather than jukebox remixes.)

The risk of trying something way out there is that people might reject it. That’s pretty much what has happened with Strange Magic and I think that’s a shame. But if you give the movie a chance, it’s a really trippy fairy fantasy that has the whimsical dreamy feeling of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and grounds it in compelling characters with solid motivations.

The use of singing produces, at times, a weird surreal effect because it’s sometimes unclear whether the characters are really singing, or if it’s oblivious “musical” singing. Since these characters are fairies rather than humans, it’s entirely plausible for them to actually go around actually singing all the time. But then it’s weird when the Bog King says “At least you’re not singing”, and then a minute later he’s joining in the song he seemed to initially to shun. This confusing ambiguity accentuates the fuzzy transition between sword fighting and dancing together.

The duet/duel itself is something different. It reflects feelings that are similar to things like Esmeralda’s fight with Phoebus, or Megamind’s banter with Metroman (or, I’ll grudgingly admit, Roxanne…Metromind forever!). But in the form of a singing duet? I really can’t think of any precedent.

Later, it gets sublimely surreal when the movie eases into the titular duet of “Strange Magic”. The movie seems to transition into true “musical” singing, where singing is exposing Marianne and Bog’s inner thoughts rather than them actually singing. But it’s ambiguous, in a way that accentuates the surreal change of pacing and visual attitude (it literally shows the previously scary things of the dark forest in a new light).

This second duet is leisurely and dreamy, evoking the ethereal flight of Lois Lane and Superman. Oh, did I mention that there is a lot of singing in Strange Magic? Well, there is. And that’s how we’re able to enjoy three very different feeling romancing duets between the protags.

The third one is at the end, capping the movie off with an unabashedly trippy introduction of a kaleidescope effect. Because of course! I mean, why not just go all out, and go out with a bang?

Fundamentally though, Strange Magic is a movie about a love potion. Crazy hijinks ensue, but by the end of the night everyone lives happily ever after. But George Lucas fills in the big factor that was missing in A Midsummer Night’s Dream - characters that we actually care about. There’s no shortcut to that, so the bulk of the movie builds up the characters and their relationships so we love them and love seeing them bounce off each other. (Even the villain, who we love to see get put in his place.)

Each character has a core motivation that makes it easy to root for (or against) them. Marianne loves her sister Dawn. Dawn is boy crazy. Dawn’s best friend Sunny is hopelessly in love her. Roland wants an army, and is only interested in marrying Marianne so he can get that. Bog hates love and the chaos it causes. Bog’s mother wants him to fall in love. And so on.

Strange Magic is not a movie where tension is driven by a real sense of danger. You know everything’s going to work out in the end. The tension is driven by magic and love - or really, the magic of love. So, building up the characters and showing by their actions what they care about, we get a real connection with them and feel for them. There’s particularly an interesting disconnect between what Bog says about himself and the proof of his every action and instinctive expression. He sings that he’s “evil”, but his actions betray someone who is instinctively caring even to strangers he finds annoying.

The movie has been billed as a “Beauty and the Beast” story where the beast doesn’t change. But honestly, that’s more just a hook and a recurring vibe. Still, it’s fun seeing how Strange Magic deviates from Beauty and the Beast:

1) Learning to love: Strange Magic doesn’t confuse things by making either protag need to learn to love. They’re both had their heart broken, but they’re both basically doing okay single. Ironically, the fact that they both hate love at this point in their lives is one of the things that draws them together.

2) Transformation: There is a transformation, actually, but it takes place well before the protags even meet. Marianne starts off pretty much the sort of princess who is really not Bog’s type. She only unwittingly transforms herself into the sort of person that would catch Bog’s heart after her fiance breaks her heart. This transformation takes place over some time, since she trains herself into a strong sword fighter against a virtual knight to vent her frustrations.

Speaking of that virtual knight, it’s a fun callback to Sleeping Beauty. In Sleeping Beauty, Briar Rose dances with a virtual prince that’s made up of her woodland creature friends. Then, she dances with her Phillip while singing a duet. In Strange Love, Marianne learns how to sword fight dueling with a virtual knight made up of her tiny fairy spirit friends. Later, she’ll sword fight with Bog in a fight that becomes more like a dance, singing what becomes a duet.

3) Imprisonment: The “beast” does imprison Marianne’s sister Dawn, but Marianne doesn’t offer to take her place. The real prison is a result of the love potion, not the physical cell Dawn’s held in. Bog and Marianne try to free Dawn together.

4) Beauty: Neither protag is physically hideous nor is either transformed to become “beautiful”. This helps to not confuse the message about how it is to fall in love with someone’s mind or spirit rather than one’s appearances. Bog mistakenly deduced that he was too hideous to love, but that turned out to be a misinterpretation. And while Marianne isn’t physically his ideal type, neither does he consider her ugly.

Ultimately, there are so many deviations for Beauty and the Beast that it’s really more of A Midsummer Night’s Dream with some Beauty and the Beast ideas sprinkled in, than a BatB story.

So how does it compare to A Midsummer Night’s Dream? Well, I feel that A Midsummer Night’s Dream lacks characters that we really care about. Puck’s silly love dusting and magic produces silly pairings for comedic shock value, but little else because I don’t think we’re given much reason to care about what happens to the characters.

In contrast, Strange Magic concentrates almost entirely upon just one usage of the love potion. By devoting so much attention to this one usage, and making it clear how much chaos and stress is produced just from that one love dusting alone, the movie successfully amplifies the impact of the ridiculous love dusting chaos produced by the Imp.

So, the story spends a lot of time building up the relationship of Marianne and her sister Dawn. It takes time to really show us how much they care for each other. It’s essential to the story because it makes it natural for Marianne and Bog to go from fighting to loving. It seems Marianne really did enjoy their fight, but her higher priority is clearly her sister. It’s only as it becomes clear Marianne and Bog are on the same side when it comes to curing her sister that it becomes more than just a spark of natural chemistry.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream is framed within a lover’s tiff between a husband and wife, but we don’t have any emotional reason to care about them. The lover’s tiff in Strange Magic takes place near the end, after we have grown to care about the characters and their relationship. As they note in Spinal Tap, such a fine line between stupid and clever.

Oh, and one final random thought - I really appreciate how the central romance in Strange Magic is between two characters who aren’t experiencing their first love. They both have enough life experience feeling the crushing pain of heartbreak that they treat Dawn with tender care, at least. The result is that both characters are jaded and have made mistakes, like Megara from Hercules. But neither is broken out of a funk by the adorkable naivete of a manic pixie dream girl/guy. Rather, they just happen to feel a lot in common because of where they’ve been and where they are in their lives

I really appreciate that defiance of trope, and it’s another thing that makes Strange Magic so different.

let’s talk Jon and Sansa

I always say ‘there’s a reason I don’t write Jonsa metas’ and I don’t believe I’ve ever actually said what that reason is. Since this is going to be that one big post where I’ll just let loose all the  thoughts I have, I thought it might be time to confess I don’t write about Jonsa because I feel that no matter what I say, people (outside of that shippers fandom) won’t take me seriously anyway. I am a book reader above all else, I’m so sick of hearing that I don’t root for Dany just cause ‘you like Sansa well that explains!’. I write about more than just Jon and Sansa, and I should hate for people to think I’m biased more than they already do. I’m biased of course, but I can take off my spectacles. I truly believe that. Though that doesn’t mean I don’t ship it, cause I do, and I love shipping it, but sometimes I hate shipping it. Love to hate it too, hate to love it from time to time as well. 

Originally posted by soapieturner

I thought it was time to write down my sincerest of opinions/feelings/thoughts so here we go. This is what I think, in case someone is actually interested:

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Episode 99 reaction

Like everyone else, I have lots of feelings.

I will most certainly go in order for this.

First off, Pike is fucking amazing.

Skipping ahead a little, I loved that Tary got full control over the house. It lets him legally decide what to do and it legitimizes his control. Now his father can’t really say no since Tary is the one officially letting his family stay in the house.

Sleepover part 2. Joke all you want about Vax and Keyleth being weird with animal forms, I personally think it’s cute and harmless and they do what they wanna do behind closed doors leave them be. Also Pike got to be apart of the pillow fort this time. I’m going to draw all the things.

The next morning’s conversation. Holy moly I knew that it would be bad, but Matt’s face, that silent rage that grew as Tary talked. That was scary and I’d hate to get on Matt’s bad side that was scary. Tary also coming out with everything he has learned and wanting to right the wrongs his Family did? I…like man I love how much he has developed.
And then going through what everyone has taught him? I can kinda see how Vax can be like a father but Grog kinda stumps me…but everyone else was dead on and then….Percy…like we all knew but to hear him confirm it was…that was excellent.

I was very happy to see Howart finally come around. I’m glad there was a concession on his part. There was nothing he could do and he needed to accept it. The deed was done and he probably got the best he could have given the circumstances.

Moving on, I was really sad to hear Tary say he wanted to stay, but I also perked up at that, because that would either mean another new character from Sam, or it meant…Scanlan.

That whole deception thing threw me through a loop. I thought it was him with an illusion coming down the stairs, but Matt was playing him, so I didn’t suspect…until he finally mentioned the origins of his name. Then I knew.

Man…As soon as Vex knew, he…that little move to Modify her memory? No. You’ve been using that spell on the regular. You’ve been wiping minds and changing people’s thoughts to get what you want and it’s become second nature. And now you use it in the people who trust you the most. Who accepted you despite all your faults. Your family…the girl who looked to you like a father. Glad you didn’t succeed. But the intent was there and Vex was hurt by that. You are in for something when that girl snaps, and trust me, it’s gonna hurt worse than most.

So everyone comes out and there is now a realization from Grog and Pike. And silence. You could feel that energy, it was palpable though the screen. Grog then seeing Lionel with Scanlan? That. Is. Fucking. Terrible. You can argue that Vox Machina replaced Scanlan with Tary, but that is so not true and they’ve made it abundantly clear what Tary is to them and how unlike Scanlan he actually is.

So Grog now feels betrayed. After he stuck up for Scanlan, this is how he is treated? Like he could be replaced with another Barbarian who is also a Bard? Grog helped bring you back, he respected your privacy for a while. He wanted to give you space. But now it looks like you’ve replaced him with a better version

So now we can get into everyone’s reactions. Tary, who is indifferent, focuses more on how accepting Vox Machina are of Lionel than they were of him.

Vax was…well Vax had forgiven Scanlan long ago and was elated. He knew they’d meet again and wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to catch up.

Keyleth recognized the tension and was probably the most outwardly angry, but it was still pretty subdued and she was probably a little bit in shock.

Percy trying desperately to maintain the high ground. Like Grog, and probably the rest of VM, he felt betrayed but was having a hard time trying to figure out why he wasn’t more angry. He was even trying to sort out his thoughts and seek advice from his significant other. The comment about Sybil was amazing and a great gut punch. His gradual coming to terms will probably lead him to forgive a lot sooner but the way he left that tavern speaks volume for how he will treat Scanlan in the future.

Moving on to the silent crowd…Pike and Grog. Scanlan knew that they’d be difficult to crack so he didn’t address them first. He saw their silence and accepted it for a while. But Grog’s seething rage as Lionel sat down to drink with him? That was so palpable, I was leaning closer to the screen the whole time. Then, as soon as that Awkward fight came to a head with some strange moves from Lionel, It shook Grog enough to take him out of his rage and send him away. CAT! C-A-T! That was everything. That broke my heart.

Pike dragged Scanlan. She dragged him so hard and I applaud Ashley, that girl can do no wrong. Scanlan was right about a few things when he left, but Pike deserved none of that. She hadn’t done anything to have Scanlan inflict those hurtful words on her. She called all of his bullshit and took him down. Good on her. Nothing is forgiven, but at least they understand one another and can work from a common ground of understanding.

And lastly…the other amazing Liar in the group. Vex, so clearly acting as if she forgave him, fooling her brother, fooling her significant other…but she is so broken. She has to be. Scanlan insulted her personally. He has been on her mind for so long and as soon as he shows up he wants her to forget? To cover up his ruse? Oh man that was the final nail in the coffin for me. She was acting through the whole ordeal that she was trying to forgive, and it may turn out that she does.
But…I can’t see that happening. He came back and the first thing he does is try to modify her memory. A family member. Someone she thought he trusted. Someone she looked to for advice sometimes. Someone who she loves. He tried to break all of that with a single spell.
I’m…to me that is the worst betrayal. He never apologized for that. He assumed Vex was fine, with her open attitude and jubilant words, welcoming him back. But I see a Vex haunted by that moment, a Vex reliving the words he said when he left. I see a Vex hiding it until something snaps and she goes beserk on him. I don’t see the forgiveness lasting. I see a broken girl desperate to try and hold things together.
I
Can’t
Wait.

Now, as for the rest of the stuff that happened, we now have the beginning of the final arc. With no message from the Raven Queen, Vax has begun to see the fates beginning to align. Scanlan is back and Vecna’s ritual has now been successful in another temple. Who knows what has happened in that two week span.

We also have Vex and Percy with a little secret. Pregnancy? Marriage? I wonder what those two are keeping from everyone else, and why Vex has chosen to keep it from her brother.

Lionel was perfect, I applaud tonight’s guest and found his performance immensely entertaining.

Sam was freaking phenomenal. He hit all the right story points and played all of his cards as best he could. He performed at 110% and evoked so many emotions. Thank you man, and you and Matt are terrible people who toy with our minds.

Sigh
Ok I’m done.

savethelastklance  asked:

Hey if you're still accepting prompts, can I ask for a fic where polydins are a thing and they go to a planet where everyone on there wants lance and it ends up with the rest of the paladins and allura just get so possesive (please include a scene where keith litterly hisses like a cat at someone).Congrats on all the followers!!!!

I’ll be accepting prompts for the rest of the week, so don’t hesitate to send more prompts my way if you think of any later on. :) thank you for the prompt btw!

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“now, everyone remember. we are here to gain a new planet in our alliance. which means we have t be on our best behavior throughout our stay. that means no flirting with diplomats or challenging their guards.” Allura gives a pointed look towards both the red and blue paladins, one of which just so happen to be avoiding eye contact. Lance on  the other hand acts distraught over the accusation “Allura! you know i only flirt with my boyfriends and girlfriends now. i would never break their trust like that.” the over dramatic from their boyfriend helps ease the tension in everyone, and a few of them can’t help but chuckle at Lance’s theatrics. “ alright, alright. just make sure that you all treat the species with respect, please.“ everyone nods their heads in agreement , a much lighter atmosphere hanging around them, ready to add another planet to their alliance.

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once the castle touched down on the planet, the team waits by the grand entrance, standing behind Allura as she thanks the king and queen for allowing them to stay on their planet, and wishing for an alliance between them. the team each have their helmets on to keep up appearances as professionals, but secretly they’re all whispering into their headsets about how different yet similar these aliens look like humans. they have somewhat of the same build as most humans, although the four arms are a definite difference between them. but also, their skin coloring is very widely ranged. some of them look as pale as Shiro and Pidge, and they even spot some with much darker coloring like Hunk. and then there were some that just really different; some were light blues or a pale greens and some pinks and reds.  it was really mind boggling to see both skin colors that they’re so used to and then see another being with green skin.

“and now may i introduce the Paladins of Voltron!” Allura snaps all of them back to the present, introducing them to the crowd of on lookers. Shiro takes his helmet off, and down the line, everyone takes their helmets off. Lance is the last to take his helmet off, and its as though the mood changed slightly once his face was visible to everyone. it was pretty weird, but the team tries not to let it get to them. they have to stay professional while their here. besides, its probably nothing.

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it was definitely not nothing. every chance they got, diplomats would either shove either eager children or even themselves into Lance’s face and they would not so subtly flirt with him to no end. not that Lance exactly turned them away, trying to be civil and not insult any of them. it seems that Lance’s skin color is something entirely new to this race, and thinking back, none of the others really saw anyone with Lance’s skin tone. and that made him highly sought after by any of the diplomats or their daughters or sons. even the king and queen daughter had made a pass at Lance more than once.

the team tried to not be possessive about their boyfriend, not wanting to botch this alliance, but one by one, they each reached their breaking point. not that Lance really mind, it was nice to know that his boyfriends and girlfriends can get so jealous and possessive. and to be honest, it was getting to be too much even for him. so he wasn’t complaining  whenever one of his loved ones would pull him away from an overzealous diplomat trying to ‘woo’ him.

the first of he team to reach their boiling point was Pidge, who sat down between lance and a very handsy duke (he literally had at least half of his hands on Lance since he introduced himself to him) when the duke tried to get Lance to sit right next to him. and anytime the duke tried to flirt with him or reach a hand out to him, Pidge would intercept him by obviously taking Lance’s hand in her own or talking over him when he tried. of course she would always ‘apologize’ each time, mostly because Allura would give her a bit of a scowl for being ‘rude’ to their hosts, but no one called her out on it, all very thankful of their girlfriend’s actions.

the second to lose their cool was Keith, which wasn’t all that surprising. it was after the feast, and everyone was dancing in some sort of dome ballroom. one of the daughters that has been hovering around Lance had dragged him into dancing with them. and that in itself wasn’t all that upsetting. it was that Keith had overheard one of the other girls talk about how this specific song and dance was a sign of declaration of love in their culture (not that lance knew, he just kind of mimicked what he saw other doing). that is what set Keith off; he stormed over to them and pulled them apart. the girl was not happy about this and tried to reach back for Lance. Keith latched onto her hand and whipped around and actually hissed at her. she immediately backed off, and Keith pulled Lance away from the dance floor. he looped their arms together, making sure that Lance didn’t dance with anyone besides the team.  of course Allura ad to apologize to the girl about Keith’s behavior to her and try and smooth over any ruffled feathers. but Shiro wasn’t complaining, he even slipped in a high five to Keith.

the next one was Hunk. it was the next day and everyone had hoped that their hosts would catch the hint that Lance wasn’t really single. unfortunately, it seems that none of them did. it was early in the morning, and while everyone was groggy with sleep, some duchess was able to steal a seat next to Lance, who was probably the only morning person of the entire team. no one really paid mind to it at first, since she wasn’t overly blatant about her interest in the blue paladin. that is, until the morning meal was served. that’s when the duchess constantly tried to feed Lance from her own plate, always proclaiming how delicious their food was. Lance always politely declined, but the duchess was persistent, and no matter if it was already on Lance’s plate, she would try and feed him. that’s when Hunk probably did the most outrageous thing possible. he leaned over lance and ate off of the duchesses fork, much to everyone’s surprise. Hunk looked her dead in the eye and simply told her that the food is delicious and sits back down on the other side of Lance going back to eating from his own plate silently. what no else saw was that lance patted Hunk’s leg under the table in as a silent thank you.

 Shiro and Allura were the last ones to finally break after the last two days of having to watch Lance being flirted with constantly. it wasn’t that surprising that they had the most self control, but to be honest, if the others hadn’t intervened when the did either of them would have done the exact same thing. but it was when they had secured  the alliance with the planet and were packing up all the food and resources that the queen had gifted them, and Lance was pulled aside and was talking with the Princess of the planet, she seemed to have taken a liking to Lance, which after how everyone else on this planet have been trying, it was almost normal. that is until Allura saw the princess trying to back Lance into a corner. still trying to be polite, Allura called over to Lance to help them carry the boxes back to the castle. lance tried to slip out of the corner, apologizing halfheartedly about the team needing him.

that’s when she blocked off Lance’s escape and planted her lips on his.

in front of the entire team.

and it seems that the princess wasn’t going back down so easily.

and that didn’t sit well with any of them at all. but it was Allura and Shiro who took action. Shiro pulled them apart and let Allura deal with her. he spun around and checked over Lance, making sure that he was okay and that she didn’t try anything else they didn’t see. meanwhile Allura was putting the princess in her place, telling her off for not only forcing herself on one of the paladins of voltron, but also breaking their trust with her by doing such a thing. the princess seemed to realize how much she screwed up and begged that they don’t break the alliance with their planet. Allura looks back to Shiro and Lance, her eyes silently asking if Lance was alright. it looks like he was a bit shaken, but was alright. Allura merely said that the alliance wasn’t in jeopardy but it would be best if she learned the meaning of consent before they ask for Voltron’s help. with that Shiro gathered Lance in his arms and walked off with Allura following close behind.

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it wasn’t until the castle had left the solar system and everyone had crowded themselves into Allura’s bed that Shiro finally loosened his hold on Lance, letting everyone else cuddle close on the large bed.

“you okay Lance?”

“yeah, it just kinda freaked me out when she did that.”

“you sure she didn’t do anything else? because if she did I’ll-”

“I’m sure Mullet. she didn’t even get a chance to turn it into anything more before Shiro and Allura came over.”

it was silent for awhile, everyone letting the calm soothe their frayed nerves. since it was so quite, everyone could easily hear Lance whisper  “thanks you. all of you.”

‘for what?” pidge asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

“for helping me with all of…that. you guys are the best. even when your jealous and over pretective.” that last comment got Lance an elbow lightly jabbed in his side, only making him laugh at the little effort put into it.

“you don’t need to thank us for helping you out. you’re our boyfriend. as if we’re going to let someone make passes at you without getting mad.”

lance chuckles again at the blatant trust and love and faith that his team. his boyfriends and girlfriends put in him. he got pretty lucky getting the best relationship ever. he would never give it up so easily. and he’s glad to know his team wouldn’t either.

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tada! there you go! i hope you like this! thank you so much for the prompt again, i had a lot of fun writing this!

Frost (Chapter Three)

So I feel like this chapter is maybe a little boring… but it’s the first real interaction between Tony and Loki and the first stepping stone into their relationship, so I didn’t want to leave it out! Let me know what you guys think :)

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“Forgive me.” Loki stopped in his tracks a few steps into the library and bowed stiffly. “I was not aware that you were in here.”

“No it’s fine.” Tony waved him in, barely looking up from his book. “Come in. It’s a big library, you won’t even notice I’m here.”

“I highly doubt that.” Loki bared his teeth in something resembling a smile and started backing away. “I’ll leave you to your reading.”

“No, seriously.” Tony put his book down, frowning over Loki’s odd comment. “This is your library, not mine so–”

“As the consort of the King, it is in fact your library. I have plenty of books in my room to read.” Loki raised his eyebrows. “I will not intrude on your quiet. Good day, Sir Anthony.”

“Do you not like me?” Tony asked, sounding irritated and Loki’s eyes snapped shut, trying to hide the panic that filled them.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” he said through clenched teeth.

“No?” Tony challenged. “Because the other day in my room you said that I reacted to you the same way I react to my–” his throat moved as he swallowed uncomfortably. “–to the team. And at first that made me mad but then I sort of– well I don’t like that. I don’t like that I still react that way. I thought I was over all of it and it turns out I’m not. Not completely anyway, and I don’t like that. But it’s not that I equate you with them, I just– we have a weird past, you know?”

“Yes, I was told it took months for you to even be comfortable around Thor, much less comfortable around your Avengers. However, I’m sure whatever I said can be ignored as I actually have no opinion either way about how you act around me or any other person on Asgard. I was simply trying to get a rise out of you, and it has worked perfectly.” Loki kept his tone cool, his posture relaxed even though he felt like screaming.

Why was the mortal so upfront about everything? Why did he seem to take to heart everything Loki said? And more than that, why did it seem as if he was upset that Loki thought he was uncomfortable when they were together?

“Look.” Tony sighed. “Look. All I’m saying is, I don’t like that you said that. I don’t look at you like I look at my team. If anything, I don’t understand why I want to—”

No no no no no. Loki did start to panic then. The last thing he needed was this mortal bringing up the odd draw between the two of them, the way they couldn’t seem to not look at each other. He did not need a question about the Hjartslattur bond and he did not need to be standing here talking about anything even remotely related to it.

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The Lion & The Snake l Shawn Mendes Imagine

(a/n): IT’S 19 YEARS LATER TODAY! It’s the day to catch the Hogwarts Express and more especially, today is the day Albus Severus Potter guest Hogwarts for the first time! Well, anyway…

HOGWARTS SHAWN IS BACK, YAYYY! <3 This imagine takes place during the 1990s, so you’ll find Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, etc. I hope you enjoy it! oh, and (l/n) stands for last name btw.

PART 2

prompt: Shawn is a Gryffindor, (y/n) is a Slytherin, and their story is a bit complicated.

Originally posted by pomy-luna

Harry Potter was a pain in the ass.

and so was his so beloved House and housemates.

Thinking that wearing the red and gold made them somewhat more important than the rest of the other Houses.

You shook your head as you watched Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Shawn Mendes making their way through the platform, closely followed by Hermione Granger who tugged on the redhead’s sleeve, earning an eye roll from his part.

“I hope you’re ready for this challenge, (l/n).” you heard someone say from behind you.

“When am I not ready, Malfoy?” you said turning around, smiling when you saw him wearing the same Prefect badge as you were.

“Funny, the Mudblood and yet another Blood Traitor are Gryffindor’s Prefects, you would think they could do better.” Draco shrugged.

You sighed. “I know you don’t like them, but can you at least not use those terms?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Fine, but you have to admit even Mendes would’ve done a better job than Weasel.”

“Whatever.” you muttered and got inside the Hogwarts Express.

The first day of September was one of the most exciting days in the calendar for a witch or wizard, especially when you were named Prefect of your House, not even Harry Potter and his gang would ruin that day for you.

The first patrol of the train was uneventful and after you made the time the Head Girl had requested, you and Draco made your way to the compartment of the next pair on duty.

“Granger, Weasley,” you greeted, “Everything was normal and we’ve completed our shift, you can take over now.” you informed.

“Well, we can’t expect it to remain that quiet since every time something related to the Chosen One comes up, chaos begins unexpectedly.” Draco said and you nudged his side gently.

“Then let’s hope the Slytherin House has something better than you Malfoy to fix it up.” Ron spat and Draco took a step closer.

“Don’t challenge me, Weasel.”

“It’s Weasley, ferret.” a voice said from behind you, making you smile ironically.

“Don’t you always appear on the best moments, Mendes?” you smiled at him.

“Are you always keeping an eye on me, (Y/L/N)?” he asked cockily.

“You wish.” 

“We better get going, thanks for letting us know.” Hermione interrupted, taking Ron with her.

“Watch out, Malfoy.” Ron spat at Draco.

“Is that a threat, Weasley?” Draco almost laughed.

“We can take you down any day, Malfoy.” Shawn added.

Draco chucked, “you wish.”

And with that you left to your own compartment with your fellow housemates.


Guiding the first years had been the best task you had been given so far. 

Seeing their excited faces as you and Draco drove them through the dungeons and told them what being in Slytherin meant.

There was a girl who was in the back of the small crowd and looked shy and almost scared to be there, so you waited until Draco directed both girls and boys to their respective rooms to talk to her.

“Hey, I’m (y/n), you okay?” you asked her, trying to put your finger on why she looked so familiar.

“My brother is a Gryffindor, I don’t want him to hate me and I don’t want my housemates to dislike me because of him.” she almost vomited the words.

“I’m sure he’s more than okay with you being in Slytherin, and you shouldn’t worry. Most people have siblings scattered in each House,” you smiled at her. “What’s your name?”

“Aaliyah Mendes.” the girl said and you wanted to laugh in disbelief.

No freaking way.


For the first time, you were the first one to leave the Great Hall after breakfast, decided to beat Granger on the first row seats on the Potions classroom.

Funnily enough, you found a broad figure sitting right were you wanted to.

“Are the words true, then? Shawn Mendes’ sister was sorted into the despicable house of Slytherin, wonder how that feels to Gryffindor’s golden boy.” you said teasingly brushing your shoulder against Shawn’s while entering the Potions Classroom.

“Oh, go away.” he muttered.

“Guess I’m not the only one who’s decided to get an O on Potions.” you told him, trying to break the tension.

“Can you shut up?” he snapped, finally facing you.

“I know it’s not my place, but she’s scared.”

“Please, please don’t talk to me about my sister. You don’t get to make me feel bad because I’m not pleased with her being in Slytherin.” 

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, “Just, let her know you have her back. She’s scared and afraid she let you down.”

“I thought your job as a Prefect only meant to keep things under control, not to snoop into the students’ personal lives.” 

You snickered, “and somehow we Slytherins are the ones called arrogant.”

As you rolled your eyes, students began to fill the dark classroom, leaving the conversation in the air.


“I can’t stand (Y/L/N) and Malfoy as Prefects.” Ron complained as collapsed on his Common Room.

“They’re not bad, they get the job done.” Hermione told the redhead.

“She gets on my nerves.” Shawn said quietly.

“Yeah, because you’ve fancied her for years.” Ginny Weasley said, appearing out of nowhere.

“I don’t fancy her, I could never!” Shawn almost shouted. defending himself like he was being accused of murdering someone.

“Don’t worry, you boys have an incredible ability to fall for girls who are out of your league,” Ginny continued, “Harry and Cho, and my absolute favorite, Ron and Fleur Delacour.” she said and everyone around laughed, except for Ron, Harry and Shawn. “(Y/L/N) wouldn’t notice you even if you were the only human standing.” this time she spoke directly to Shawn.

“Are you challenging me?” Shawn arched an eyebrow.

“Take it however you want it.”

“Then I guess she’s not out of my league anymore.”

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You were walking down the empty corridor when you heard your name being called.

“What do you want? It’s almost curfew.” you told Shawn as you crossed your arms.

“I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted earlier, I know my sister needs me and I have to get over my prejudices.” Shawn said scratching the back of his neck.

“Good,” you let out and made a move to keep walking but he grabbed your arm. “Excuse me?”

“Can we maybe go to Hogsmeade next weekend? So I can make it up to you?” 

Your eyes narrowed, “What are you playing, Mendes?” you freed your arm from his grip and walked away.

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Shawn Mendes was acting weird.

He was greeting you every day, smiling at you when his eyes crossed yours… He was being nice.

For no apparent reason.

But it didn’t feel weird when he followed you inside Honeydukes on Hogsmeade weekend.

You picked four chocolate frogs and a cauldron cake, going to the register and turning around when you heard a laugh from behind.

“Do you collect the cards or are you just a chocolate addict?” Shawn asked eyeing your choice of sweets.

“Are you always so annoying?” 

“I’m just keeping you company, why are you so weird?!” 

“Okay so let me try to understand this… you wan’t to keep me company, a person you don’t even know? and by the way, I’m not weird.” you snapped as you placed a couple of galleons to pay for the treats.

“You are weird! You hang out with Malfoy, that’s a clear sign that something’s wrong with you.”

“Draco is one of my best friends, so watch it.” 

“Exactly! I don’t see how you can be friends with Malfoy, who thinks it’s okay to call someone a Mudblood.” Shawn made his points you both exited the shop.

“It’s the way he was raised, he doesn’t know better.”

“You’re defending him?” Shawn asked in disbelief.

“Shawn, this is the largest conversation we’ve had and you’re what? My friend? Plus, Draco has so much baggage you wouldn’t be able to understand it.”

“You keep defending him.”

“Yeah, I am, because I know pretty much the whole story and it’s way more difficult than anything you’ve ever had to go though, Mendes.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Shawn said trying to look interesting.

“I don’t have to, it was nice talking to you.” 

And with that you left him standing there, joining your friends on the shop across the path.

Shawn sighed, this was way harder than he thought it would be.

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Malfoy was running late, which meant you had to start patrolling by yourself.

You were reaching the library when a figure moved.

“Who’s there?” you took your wand, casting Lumos and pointing it towards the moving figure.

“You don’t have to get all defensive, (y/n).” Shawn appeared with his arms raised.

“You should be in your Common Room.” you sighed.

“I know, but I really needed this book.” he sheepishly showed you the book.

“I’m still reporting this to your Prefects, Mendes.” 

“No, you’re not.” he said confidently.

“Care to tell me why?” you laughed at him.

“I don’t know, I just know you don’t want to turn me in.” he shrugged.

“You’re just bothering me now, Shawn.” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, so I’m Shawn now?” he asked cheekily.

You could almost feel your pale cheeks blushing, but when you heard footsteps coming all your feelings were thrown to the side.

“Is he bothering you?” Malfoy’s voice asked as his figure emerged from the dark corridor.

“I’m sure your friend here can stand up for herself, Malfoy.” Shawn gave him a sided grin.

“You should be in your Common Room,” Draco repeated your words. “I’ll be speaking to the Head Boy, and Umbridge too if this keeps happening.”

“Is that a threat, Malfoy?” Shawn took a step closer to Draco.

“No, it’s a warning.” Draco fixed his ice cold eyes on Shawn’s warm ones.

“I can beat you any time, Malfoy.” 

Draco chuckled, “You think so? You are nothing, Mendes.”

“If I am nothing then what are you?” Shawn asked Draco and no one noticed when their chests were almost touching.

“I don’t need my friends to get noticed. Take Harry Potter out of your life, what are you? No one would notice you, you wouldn’t even be on the Quidditch team. I almost pity you.” Draco spat the words.

You called Draco’s name quietly yet firmly.

“Go back to your Common Room. We’ll contact your seventh year Prefects to let them know you were wandering around the corridors after curfew.” 

Shawn chuckled, “Good night, (y/n)”


It was mid November when rumors started that Harry Potter was forming an army of students to fight the Ministry.

No one really doubted it was true yet nobody could careless since it hadn’t created trouble for the entire school.

Except when Umbridge created the Inquisitorial Squad, meaning your fellow fifth-year Prefect was absent most of the times you had to patrol the lonely corridors of the castle.

Shawn Mendes had been wandering in your thoughts a lot, lately.

And it was annoying because he hadn’t done anything.

He only smiled at you and created conversations when no one was around, making your insides flutter yet you knew it was impossible.

He was handsome, yes, but he was an ass. and of course he was involved in whatever Potter was doing.

Those were the thoughts wandering in your mind as you patrolled the cold dungeons. 

The night was cold and you only had fifteen minutes left until you could head back to your Common Room to get some sleep. 

You were turning around the Potions Classroom when a voice echoed the corridor.

“Did Malfoy leave you here by yourself? Doesn’t sound like a good friend to me.”

“Dammit, Shawn! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Surprise me? Are you kidding? It’s past curfew, you know I’m reporting this.” 

“No, you won’t.” he responded cockily.

“You have to stop saying that!” you hissed loudly.

“Why? Because you know it’s true?”

“No! Because you’re annoying! You know what? Malfoy’s right. You are nothing without Harry Potter, you’re always in his shadow, never standing up for yourself, looking for silly fights while trying to prove something, tell me, what is it that you have to prove so badly?! Why is that you are every day flirting with me, messing with my head…”

Your rambling was cut short because Shawn’s lips crashed yours.

It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t sweet. 

It was full of angst and untold feelings. You grabbed a handful of his hair trying to bring him closer to you as he placed his arm around your waist, pressing his chest against yours.

You were running out of air as the kiss heated up. You could feel your heart beating so rapidly you were afraid your chest was going to burst, but the moment was over before you could even process it.

“That’s exactly what I was trying to prove.”

That’s what he said before roughly placing your body against the wall, attacking your red lips again.


It had been two weeks since the encounter happened.

Two weeks and Shawn hadn’t said a single word to you.

He hadn’t been wandering the halls past curfew, he wasn’t looking for your eyes when no one was looking, he wasn’t talking to you at all.

And you felt used.

You didn’t know why, but you felt weak as one day you walked inside the Great Hall and noticed part of the Gryffindor table staring at you as they whispered things to each other and giggled.

You gulped loudly when you heart a voice you knew too well;

“She’s not as tough as she looks.”

And those words were enough to make you get up and leave the Great Hall with tears running down your face. 

You heard your name being called by your friends but that didn’t stop you.

He had humiliated you.


You had spent the entire day crying and hating on everyone.

You didn’t attend any of your classes for the day and refused to tell your friends the reason you were like this.

Hell, even Draco Malfoy had tried to cheer you up.

But that didn’t stop you from getting up to patrol the castle.

Draco was silently walking next to you, giving you the space you needed, only glancing at you for a couple of seconds.

You were almost over with your shift when your name was called.

You tightly shut your eyes, trying to prevent any tears from falling.

And Draco noticed that as he immediately placed his body in front of yours.

“You’re past curfew.” Draco said icily.

“I’ve been told that before.” Shawn chuckled.

Draco walked until he was face to face with the Gryffindor boy, “I don’t know what you did to her, but you’ll regret it.” he said through gritted teeth.

“Are you gonna make me regret it?” Shawn challenged.

“No, I am,” you turned around and faced him. “I am going to make you regret all the games you have been playing with me, you’ll regret ever crossing paths with me so now go to your Common Room, and don’t think for a second that I won’t be reporting your frequent late night activities to the Head Boy and Umbridge herself.” 

Shawn was silent.

“What, do you need me to walk you to your Common Room?! Every additional second you take to get out of my view is a point taken from your beloved House so get moving.” 

“At least admit you enjoyed it.”Shawn muttered as he left.

Anniversary Fic

This is my contribution to the first day of Carry On’s Bday Weekend! Thank you @eroticspookfest for being an amazing beta! plan on posting one or two more during the weekend. Check out the @carry-on-bday-2017 page to see other anniversary works!

Word Count: 2141


Simon

The flyer in Simon’s hand seemed incongruous with the ancient walls around him, common school supplies and archaic architecture colliding. It looked as if someone had gone a little overboard with Microsoft Word Art when they had made the thing. He watched Penny’s face as her mouth broke out into a huge grin. Oddly enough, most of the students in the dining hall looked just as excited as her. 

“I don’t get it,” Simon said, frowning.

Penny looked up from the flier, still grinning.

“What?”

Simon gestured to the entirety of the dining hall.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” He said.

Penny stopped smiling and studied him carefully. Agatha stopped talking to Rhys and turned to stare as well.

“Simon what are you even saying?” Agatha asked.

Simon shrugged.

“Who cares if it’s the 500th anniversary of the school? I mean sure it’s cool but, I don’t see why everyone cares so much.”

Penny huffed.

“Simon, even in the Normal world this sort of thing would be big.”

Simon shrugged.

“I guess.”

“The school has been around for half a millennium, that’s a huge deal Simon!” Penny said.

“I thought we didn’t know when Watford first began,” Simon said, embarrassed that everyone was looking at like he was an idiot.

Penny smirked.

“No, but we do know when they started keeping student records.”

“Which was in the year 1517. So we count from there,” Agatha added.

“Well I still don’t see why it’s such a big deal,” Simon said.

“Of course you don’t. If something doesn’t involve food or killing then the concept is utterly lost on you.”

Simon whipped around to see that Baz had been passing by their table and had stopped to deliver his comment, sneering all the while.

“Explain it to me then, since you’re so smart,” Simon snapped.

Baz smirked.

“All you had to do was ask.”

He sat down next to Simon. Recoiling slightly, Simon moved to put some space between the two of them as Baz ripped the flier out of his hands.

“An anniversary, like any other holiday or birthday, means that magic will be stronger than usual. We’ll be able to say stronger spells, create more powerful potions, and make the impossible happen.”

Simon hated the way Baz talked. It was as if he could make anything sound romantic.

“And there will be one hell of a party. Think of the Leavers Ball, except ten times more elaborate.”

Simon felt a flicker of unease.

“If magic becomes more powerful during an anniversary like this then won’t I be more…” Simon trailed off.

Baz grimaced.

“Yes, I imagine you’ll go off like a firework by the end of the night. Ought to make for amusing enough entertainment.”

With that, Baz rose and went back to his own table. As he sat, Simon saw Dev and Niall snicker, their eyes sliding over to Simon. He felt his cheeks warm.

“He’s such a prick,” Simon said, scowling.

“Ignore him Simon, you’re not going to go off just because the magic is stronger on that day,” Penny said.

But she didn’t sound totally convinced of her own statement and Agatha was eyeing him as if he were a ticking time bomb.

Baz

Snow had been anxious all week long. He could feel his magic practically twitching in the air in their room at night. Baz wasn’t getting sleep, which was making him snarkier during the day and in turn making Snow’s anxiety even worse. Baz hadn’t meant to set all of this off. All he’d wanted to do was ruffle Snow’s Normal skepticism a bit. He was paying for it now.

“Snow, can we talk?” He asked.

Snow paused, his tie still undone and shirt open.

“Why?” He asked, eyes narrow.

Baz rolled his eyes.

“Relax. I’m being serious,” He said.

“Fine,” He said, sitting rigidly on his bed.

“You’re not going to destroy Watford tomorrow. So can you just relax?”

Snow’s jaw hardened.

“I’m not sure why you’re trying to make me feel better but lying to me isn’t going to help. I saw it written all over Penny and Agatha’s faces.”

Baz frowned.

“Then just don’t go off.”

Snow raised his eyebrow, his expression angry.

“Why didn’t I think of that? You’re totally right. Just don’t go off, as if I can control it.”

“What usually makes you go off?” Baz asked.

“The Humdrum,” Snow said.

“And?” Baz pressed.

Snow glanced up at him.

“You,” He said.

Baz wished Snow meant that his uncontrollable desire for Baz was what made him go off. But he knew better, Snow went off because Baz pushed him to go off.

“I won’t bother you tomorrow then,” Baz said.

Snow smirked.

“As if you have control over that any more than I do over my magic.”

Baz wished they were flirting, not discussing their mutual hatred.

“I’ll do it, if it means you’ll calm down.” Baz said.

Snow looked confused.

“Why?” Snow asked.

“To protect Watford,” Baz mumbled.

To protect you.

Simon

It was the day of Watford’s Anniversary. As soon as Simon had woken up, he’d felt the difference in the magical atmosphere. There was a low hum in the air, not something he could actually hear but a tension he could feel. Part of him had wanted to throw up; another part of him had wanted to go off. Somehow, he managed to do neither. 

When he’d opened his eyes he had found that Baz was gone, bed already made and cold. Simon felt a small flicker of disappointment, Which was stupid, he should have felt grateful. Baz was doing exactly what he’d said he would do the night before, not bother him. Still, he had wanted to ask Baz what it was like for him, the extra power. Mostly it was just making Simon feel sick, overfull and depleted all at once.

When he had finally roused himself and made his way to the dining hall, he found that the sensation was worse. He felt like he might actually pass out from the amount of magic around him. 

“Isn’t it great?” Penny was asking.

“It’s weird, my magic doesn’t feel so, I don’t know, tense?” Agatha said.

“Anniversaries are amazing,” Penny breathed.

Simon felt his breathing rate go higher.

“Simon?” Agatha asked, concern in her voice.

Simon shuddered.

“I’m sorry, I just…it’s too much.”

Penny frowned and went to place a hand on his shoulder. The touch of her hand, even through the fabric of his uniform, burned.

“Merlin,” Simon moaned, backing away.

Penny ripped her hand away, eyes frightened.

“Did I hurt you?” Simon whispered.

She shook her head.

“Then what is it?” He asked.

Penny’s eyelashes fluttered, concern and confusion in her eyes.

“I think that I…well I think that I hurt you Simon.”

Simon frowned.

“How is that…even possible?” Simon asked.

“It was like…I could feel your magic,” Penny said.

Simon froze.

“I could feel and…I could use it,” Penny whispered.

Baz

Snow had left the dining hall hours ago and disappeared. He was missing all of the ceremonies and festivities. Baz wanted very badly to go see what was wrong with him but he worried that his presence would just make everything worse for him. Was it sick, Baz wondered, to be in love with someone and know that you were the very thing that made their life miserable?

He approached Bunce instead. 

“What’s wrong with Snow?” 

Penny finished her bite of cake and glared at him.

“Why on earth would I tell you of all people?” She asked.

“Because I’m trying to help him,” Baz said.

Her face crumpled into a look of disbelief.

“Why?” She asked.

He tried to come up with a reasonable excuse. To come up with any excuse. But he couldn’t. He was too worried about Snow to have a mask ready and in place. All of his feelings were written on his face and he knew it.

She gasped.

“Oh my god…” She whispered, studying him.

“Just tell me what’s wrong with him,” He said.

“All of this extra magic, for whatever reason part of it is coming from him. When I touched him, it was like my body absorbed a little more than everyone else. I-I hurt him Baz, I didn’t even mean to but I did.”

Baz felt his stomach drop. There were hundreds of people out for the anniversary. All of them were using magic, more than they would normally have been able to. Baz had always known that Snow was made of magic, but he’d never entertained the idea that all of that magic could be accessible to others, under the right circumstances. 

“I need to go check on him,” Baz said.

“Baz I don’t think-“

“I don’t care,” He said.

Then he was running.

Simon

He felt like he was dying. Maybe he was, it wasn’t as if he could tell. The room was a haze of buzzing, each vibration alighting painful nerves along Simon’s body. He felt like he was bleeding out. Except that he wasn’t, he was losing magic, not blood. He should have realized that an event as sacred to Watford as an anniversary would do something like this to him. He was never meant to be here at all.

Tears and sweat mingled over his cheeks, his neck. He had stripped to only his boxers. He would have taken it all off, except that he was worried Baz might come back.

Baz.

In the strange haze of pain and loss Simon realized that Baz’s name brought him comfort. Baz was infuriating and mean but he was also constant. He’d stayed away just to help Watford. That had to mean he wasn’t evil. 

He knew Baz wasn’t evil, deep down. The fever was breaking down all of the walls he’d built around himself over the years.

Baz was annoying, insufferable, and elitist.

Baz was the only one Simon wanted to see right now.

The door to their room opened. 

Simon waited to feel the roiling nausea that had accompanied all the other times Penny or Agatha had come to visit him during the day. He felt none of that. Instead he felt the buzzing in the room lower slightly.

“Baz?” Simon gasped.

He sat up and saw that Baz was staring at him, his expression caught between horror and caution. He must not want to make me go off Simon thought. 

“I can go,” Baz said.

“Don’t,” Simon whispered.

Baz came forward slowly, giving Simon a chance to adjust to his magic in the room.

This time the magic didn’t burn Simon. He felt his skin cool slightly, noticed as the buzzing decreased even more.

“Come closer,” Simon said.

Baz did as he asked, sitting on the bed beside him.

Relief was so close that Simon wanted to drown himself in it. He wanted to bury his face in Baz’s hair, to wrap his arms around his waist and pull him into himself.

But he wanted other things too. He wanted to press his mouth into the soft flesh of Baz’s cheeks, to lightly trail a finger over the length of Baz’s collarbone. 

He wanted relief, he wanted more tension.

He wanted more.

“Baz,” He breathed, tasting his name with magic. 

It wasn’t a spell; he was too weak to make anything out of it anyways. But he watched as Baz’s eyes went brighter, as his entire face seemed to come alive as it never had before.

“Simon,” Baz breathed.

Simon felt it. Baz had said the words with magic, both of his own and of Simon’s. It didn’t hurt though, as it had with Penny. When she had tried a spell in the room with Simon, he’d felt it as though she had ripped the magic inside of him away. This wasn’t like that. Baz wasn’t taking any magic, he was sharing it.

Simon moved forward, unsure of himself. This connection was different than the others, it was right. He pushed his hands through Baz’s hair and sighed happily as the buzzing in the room stopped completely.

Then he realized where he was; kneeling in front of Baz on his bed, hands caught up in his hair.

“Simon…” 

He kissed Baz. It was strange that he had never considered doing it before.
Baz inhaled sharply but didn’t move away. He sat there and let Simon kiss him, hands getting twisty in Simon’s curls.

Simon didn’t even care that he was slick with sweat, and it seemed that Baz didn’t care either. Simon murmured his agreement when Baz opened his mouth. Their tongues collided, wrapped up in each other like their magic.

“Stay,” Simon panted, when they broke apart.

“Always,” Baz whispered.

They kissed again and this time they didn’t stop. Even when they heard the fireworks going off on the Great Lawn.

bleudinosaur  asked:

Hello! Quick question, do you have any resources/tips for writing hateful/mean dialogue? I'm having more trouble with this than I thought I would. Thanks :D

Hello!  Off the top of my head, I can think of a few: 

1.  Allow conflict to escalate and then explode. 

Unless one of your characters is entering the discussion raging mad about this-that-or-the-other, your dialogue will likely start somewhat placid and escalate from there.  

For example: 

“Um.  Sandy,” said Leon, voice carefully level.  “Can we talk?” 

“Sure!  What about, man?”  said Sandy, smiling pleasantly at his friend. 

“I, um.  Feel silly even asking you this, but uh…”  Leon chuckled awkwardly, then took a deep, steadying breath through his nostrils.  “Did you…have sex with my father?”

Sandy blinked, then let out a nervous bray of laughter.  “Wha-ha-hat ever gave you that idea, bro?” 

Leon’s eyes widened.  “You DID!”

“What?  No I didn’t!”  

“Yes, you did!”  cried Leon, pointing a finger at him.  “You only do that stupid laugh when you’re caught in a lie!  You totally did!  YOU BANGED MY DAD!

Sandy opened his mouth to protest, then closed it in resignation.  “Okay, look.  Daniel and I were both drunk, it was a mistake…” 

“OH MY GOD!”  Leon clapped a hand over his mouth.  “You fucking bastard.  My parents are getting a divorce now!”  

“Look, it isn’t my fault your dad can’t keep it in his fucking pants!”  Sandy snapped.  “And if your mom knew how to please a man, he wouldn’t have had to get his rocks off in me anyway.” 

“Son of a BITCH!”  Without thinking, Leon balled his fist and sent it flying.  

Okay, never mind the subject matter.  See the escalation there?  Though there’s tension at the beginning of the discussion, both characters are calm, which makes it more interesting (and in a weird way, rewarding) when one finally explodes.

Even if one of your characters is entering the discussion angry, there will likely be a period in which their companion tries to placate them before they finally give in and it devolves into a proper, two-sided fight.  

Let’s return to another scenario of Sandy and Leon’s personal drama to see what I mean:  

“SON OF A BITCH!”  roared Leon, storming into his shared dorm room.  “YOU SLEPT WITH MY FUCKING DAD!” 

Sandy, who had been reclined on the sofa reading a book, scrambled into an upright sitting position.  “Wha-ha-hat?  No I didn’t!” 

“Yes you did,” Leon fumed, face tomato red.  “You’re doing that stupid laugh you only do when you’re lying!”

“Look, Lee, I swear -” 

“TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH, SANDY.” 

The two stared at each other for a moment, before Sandy ducked his head sheepishly.  “Okay, look, Daniel and I were drunk, it was a mistake -” 

“YOU BASTARD.”

“Lee, I’m sorry-”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!  MY PARENTS ARE GETTING A DIVORCE NOW!”

“Oh, for God’s sake-YOUR FATHER’S FUCKING GAY, LEON!”  Sandy snapped, rolling his eyes.  “And it’s none of my business, I know, but I really have a hard time picturing that a heterosexual woman, AND A FUCKING GAY MAN, ever had marriage of year!” 

Leon’s face turned an interesting shade of purple.  “Why you LITTLE…” 

“He should have been able to keep it in his pants anyways,” Sandy sneered.  “And if your mom knew how to please a man, he wouldn’t have needed to get his rocks off elsewhere.” 

That was the last straw.  Leon balled his fist and sent it flying.

I’ve been watching altogether too many reality TV shows lately, but you get the point:  conflict, of any sort, escalates until it simmers down or explodes.  

2.  Selectively use synonyms for ‘said.’ 

Contrary to popular belief, said isn’t dead.  However, antonyms can be great mood setters.  

For creating a snappy, hateful, angry mood, try synonyms like this:

Snapped

Barked

Roared

Fumed

Argued

Taunted

Hissed

Cursed

Swore

Challenged

Seethed

Shouted

Snarled

Bellowed

Growled

Sneered 

Just don’t overdo it, or you’ll end up looking like that one scene from My Immortal.  Yeah, you know the one: 

3.  Allow for pointed jabs.  

In arguments, even with loved ones, we sometimes say hurtful things with or without meaning them.  

When one of your characters is angry with the other, and I mean really angry, they may not be above pointing out their insecurities in a heated moment.  

This can be treated as comedic fodder in some instances (i.e. generally anything related to erectile dysfunction and feigned orgasms), but in others, it can get genuinely hurtful and heartbreaking.  

Let’s say you’re dealing with two characters, one of whom has abandonment issues.  Maybe the other knows this, and is generally supportive.  However, in a very heated argument, they may reach for it as a weapon.  

For example:

“For God’s sake, Michael, it’s one o’clock in the morning!”  cried Lisa, as her drunken husband staggered in the door.  “It’s your son’s seventh birthday today!  Did you really think now was the best time to have a guy’s night out with your poker buddies!?”

“Not now, Lise. I wanna sleep,” Michael slurred, dumping his gym bag in the corner and staggering towards the stairs.

“NO,” snapped Lisa, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face her.  “No, Mike.  You don’t get to leave without talking about this.”

“Ugh.  Why do you always gotta be like this, Lisa,”  Michael groaned, temples throbbing.  

“Don’t you dare try and play the victim here!  Do you think my afternoon’s been easy?  I had to look at his little face, and tell him his daddy loved vodka more than-”

“DAMMIT, LISA!”  Michael barked suddenly.  “This is why your dad left, you know that!?  You just can’t help but drive men away.”

Lisa recoiled as though she’d been stung.  Michael felt a sick wave of satisfaction deep in his gut that he knew he’d be ashamed of once he was sober. 

“Go to hell, Mike,” whispered Lisa.  Tears pricked her eyes as she turned and hurried out of the room.

Mike’s an asshole, but you get the point.  Also note that this exchange follows the same pattern of escalation I mentioned earlier.

These kinds of jabs can take really any number of forms for anyone with a shared history:  past instances of adultery, poor financial decisions, bad parenting, or mistakes made in adolescence can all become canon fodder in a harsh altercation.  The better the people know each other, the better they’ll know their week spots.  

That’s why folks who don’t know each other all that well will usually settle for jabs at one another’s parentage, sexual histories, et cetera to try to get a rise out of them.

In a very hateful dialogue, usually delivered as hate speech from a bigoted stranger, this could also involve slurs towards the person’s sexuality, race, or gender, or falling back on harmful stereotypes to try and hurt the party in question;  they know that it’s a sore spot for them, and they want to hurt them as much as possible with it.

(It’s worth noting here, however, that if you are White, I would recommend against using racial slurs in your writing, just as if you’re straight you may not want to use words like “dyke” or “f*ggot” out of respect for your readers.  That’s just my opinion, however, and not everyone will agree with me on this one.)


I really hope this helps, and happy writing!  <3 

Okay,, but Twins Separated at Birth! Mike and Richie?

(We’re gonna completely ignore the different time period type stuff, because hey, I don’t care. I just wanted to get this out even though it’s probably bad. Bad stuff still went down on both sides, the world is probably even more fucked than IRL. Most random Brain Garble. Adopted! Rich? He lives a life of pain, spice it up more.) (Literally just a shit pile of anything I think of I’m sorry)

+An odd chance meeting, say a trip to Derry, Maine. Mike and friends take a road trip because why not? It’s a pretty tiny place, kinda like Hawkins, that’s probably why they were all drawn to this place.

+They’re in late high school, just a bunch of friends doing one civil thing together. It’s not too much to ask to get away from their crazy town. (Little did they know they stumbled into Clown City, USA and it’s horrible there too.)

+Bev is back in town for the damn summer, hell yeah.

+Okay, real meeting now, The Losers are literally just minding fuck all, Richie is probably saying obscene shit that just happens to catch, say, Dustin’s attention? He’d probably stop right in the middle of whatever all of that group was doing and just do a figurative spit take

+When the other notice they are all just whacked out, they all pause, Mike is probably only brought to awareness when someone, probably Dustin again, just outright yells something.

+The Losers probably look up after the exclamation to catch the group literally just staring and are all just thrown into the same spin cycle as the Hawkins kids.

+“What the ever loving fuck?” is probably the first thing from Richie’s mouth, Mike is still probably just as shell-shocked if we’re being honest.

+“You’ve got a twin is probably a quiet question among groups, but literally neither Mike nor Richie have any idea what’s actually going on.

+Things are damn near the brink of just plain awkwardness as Mike literally just walks away with his head in his hands. Normal summer of some sort? Not likely for either group.

+Things are even more awkward when the Hawkings gang decide to stick in Derry for a little longer and are just constantly running into each other, everyone just shocked, suspicious, and probably creeped out.

+Dustin and probably Ben is the first to actually make some other type of communication besides wigged outlooks toward each other, they’re probably the most curious of the groups (those two beautiful boys full of sunshine and love)

+Bev would probably interact next and that’s probably the little starting point of the group mingle.

+Richie, although usually acting pretty social and naturally curious, is as far away from Mike and Mike is kinda the same way. Their friends discuss this odd chance event of twins-or-just-doppelgangers, everyone is pretty sure they’re twins, but how?

+Mike is a bit curious, and he calls Nancy asking about this. She’d probably be a little freaked out after hearing that this guy Mike has met looks like a carbon copy of him, but she does explain that he was supposed to have a twin, but the supposed twin died and it wasn’t brought up much. (loving my typical thoughts mannnn)

+He’d tell his friends, they’d all get a little excited at this idea; and literally, all of the losers know Richie is adopted as hell, he ‘jokes’ about it all the time, but it’s a totally real thing that happened.

+How? No one knows (I don’t care about an actual timeline really)

+Now the Hawkins kids didn’t plan on staying too long in this place, they wanted to go all over, maybe a trip to America’s fifth-best Portland or some crap, but they extend their time and the group mixes more.

+They actually become kinda acquainted, maybe even cool enough with each other that they literally try to meet up with each other now. Bev loves Max and El/Jane; Dustin, Ben, Lucas, and the less angsty Mike all get along quite well;  Eds and Will are just two very tiny boys who also gain a bit of a friendship; Stan is pretty quiet in general, but stick to Bill mostly, who talked most with Angst boy Mike, it’s quite the affair.

+But Richie is just kinda bein quiet next to Eds, pretty unusual, but no one comments on it really, he cracks jokes here and there, he catches everyone’s amusement pretty easy, but he hasn’t really tried to make friends.

+Mike is the one to break the kind of awkward tension between Rich and himself.

+“Kind of weird isn’t it? Never knowing there’s someone who looks just like you?”

+“Kind of? I’ve been just mentally resetting since I saw my face on someone else.”

+They both share an uncomfortable laugh and then a little more silence before Richie just lets loose a little.

+“I gotta ask Mike.” “Yeah?” “If we’re twins, why the fuck did you get the good eyesight?” a little more laughter

+The groups finally kind of settle after the tension broke between the two, but the Hawkins group almost has only enough money to eat and drive home nearing the end of their stay.

+They make their last day together pretty fun as the summer fair is on. It’s tiny and not too exciting, just full of couples being cutesy, some more secretive than others. They end the day with a few pictures and get a few of just the twins together, Will developed his brother’s photography habit and you can’t deny that Bev would love to take random polaroids.

+An odd meeting ends and when they get home Mikes mother, Ted isn’t a functioning human I’m convinced, is incredibly surprised.

+I’m pretty sure half of the things at Hawkins laboratories is overabundant, but a hospital record of one “Richard Wheeler” turned Richard Tozier shows up and shocks Hopper tbh.

+“He’s actually my brother?” “Looks to be so. He’s also got a record.”

+He lets Rich know asap (they all probably send each other crap)

Richie is somehow surprised, no one else is.

Literally, nothing in this connects its just random ideas with a friend:

+Both Richie and Mike are pretty tall and near the same height of 6’1”

+If they were to go to the same high school, every April fools they’d dress up as the other, no one could tell, especially once Richie got contacts the only tells were the slip-ups in attitude.

+Richie a pretty bisexual guy and literally, no one could care less from the Hawkins group, being attracted to men and women is by far the least bizarre thing the world could throw at them. Richie actually laughed to tears after the fear of being rejected no one really got why he did, but it was to relieve the tension.

+Richie probably begs El to show him her powers all the time, he’s completely fascinated by her.

+The losers and the Hawkins kids all share stories of their trauma, the shit that’s gone down between these guys and the relations of their horrifying supernatural experiences bring the groups really close.

+Mike and Richie do share a room for a while if Richie was to move in. They hated it, Richie was a loud sleeper and by god, when he got on the phone with Eds, Mike wished he’d been born deaf sometimes because Richie is the actual worst.

+Mike is pretty smart, but it’s Richie who literally has the best grades in school.

+“Richie would be valedictorian if he wasn’t such a trash mouth.”

+Richie starts house fires a lot in the earliest hours of the morning to make himself food. Mike just runs down and screams at Richie till the fire is out.

+If Richie was around during Steve’s babysitting gig, Steve would’ve drugged Richie to sleep in like 5 seconds after meeting him.

+“Where’s my bat?” “You gonna kill Richie?” “No. Myself.”


(This is really long, but it’s nice to let ideas flow)

Veneers

Request: Imagine where Y/N’s entire family are pure-blood Gryffindors, but she gets sorted into Slytherin whilst her twin brother gets sorted into Gryffindor and Draco makes fun of her but when he sees that she’s annoyed/upset, he comforts her and offers her friendship?

AND

If you are still taking requests, I’d like one about a Slytherin girl who is cunning and clever and people call her the Slytherin Princess. ()

⇢  A Draco x Reader work inspired by the word “prejudice.” 

Hogwarts is said to be the safest place in the world. However, during the moment of your sorting, you feel anything but. Not that you feel threatened, per se, but as you walk over to the cheering crowd shrouded in green, you can’t help but notice the looks of disdain from the other houses.

Yet, what hurts the most is scouring through the sea of scarlet to meet your twin brother’s appalled eyes, only to watch him look away without so much as a smile.

You blink. He must have been looking at someone else.

All too soon, it comes time for the Start-of-Term Feast. Robes drape the once empty seats, but you stand to the side, alone. Instinctively, you search the room for your brother. Your heart grows heavy when you see him laughing in a crowd of red. Did he look around the Great Hall to see you too?

No. He is too busy basking in the Gryffindor camaraderie. You should have been there. You grew up surrounded by Gryffindors. You were taught their ideals. It’s where you belong.

Or so you thought. By a simple shout from a hat, your reality was shattered. But the hat did say he knows the parts of you that you refused to admit to even yourself. Hopefully, the judgement of a rhyming hat is credible.

“Y/N!”

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a-z nsfw: moon taeil

warning: absolute filth (YOU’VE BEEN WARNED)

author’s note: so, I’ve seen a handful of these floating around, and I decided to make my own, cause why not! (I got this template from @chantenyongs but I wasn’t able to find the original creator to give proper credit to… I’m sorry!) I’m pretty sure I’m gonna do it for the entirety of nct (legal members only, of course) and I’ll prolly just go in age order? alrighty, without further ado! (K, I just finished and I went a little overboard with this lmao oops)


Originally posted by neotechs

that stare at the very end of the gif; hot damn


A = Aftercare

I don’t know if it’s just because he’s the oldest, but it’s very evident that Taeil has taken this sort of “mother figure” towards the rest of the boys. They’ve even admitted that Taeil is the best one to turn to in regard to any personal problems they may be having. And for that very reason, I strongly believe that this angel would be tending to your every need (and then some) after y’all finish “doin’ the do.” It doesn’t matter if the two of you spent hours partaking in rough, kinky sex, or if you simply made love for 20 minutes. Either way, his first instinct is to ask you how you’re feeling; followed by questions regarding showering, eating, and the possibility of another round KIDDING!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their’s and their partner’s)

Okay but I remember reading somewhere that he said his favorite body part of his was his abs, so…. I’m just gonna leave that one as it is lmao. As for you, he’s in love borderline obsessed with your neck/jaw. Whenever you guys are alone, he likes to cup your face and rub little circles into your jawline right before he kisses you; slowly making his way down to - you guessed it -  your neck. During steamier moments, he loves attacking your neck area; loving how you squirm underneath him. He doesn’t even try to hide the smirk on his face as the whimpers pour out of your mouth while continues to go to town on your neck. When he’s finished, he sits back and takes a good 15 seconds to praise himself on the dozens of blue-ish/green bruises scattered all over your neck and jawline.

C = Cum

In all honesty, I think Taeil likes to keep it plain and simple and cum inside of you. Not only does it save you a mess that neither of you really wants to clean, but he enjoys the intimacy of it. When he feels himself about to fall off the edge, he loves to hold your body flush against his, and bury his face in your neck as he lets himself go inside of you.

D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

This is more of a secret the both of you share, rather than just him, but if any of the boys found out it would end the two of you. You’d both be too mortified to show your faces ever again… I mean, who wouldn’t be embarrassed if their friends found out that they took part in their sex life? The entire thing actually started out as an accident. One day while you were at the dorms, you unintentionally got a little too close to Yuta while the two of you were watching a scary movie together. Taeil watched from the other room, fuming as you clung onto one another; burying your faces into each others chests. That night, Taeil decided to show you who you really belonged too, and after agreeing that that was by far the best sex the two of you had ever had, the whole “using the members to tease Taeil” thing became a regular occurrence!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As far as actual physical experience goes, I don’t think Taeil has much of any. He spent years of his life as a trainee, with presumably little to no time to maintain any kind of relationship; so I think its safe to say he’s still a virgin. But I do think he knows a lot about sex in general, and knows just how to please a woman. Given the opportunity, I think he’d do a pretty damn good job!

F = Favorite position

Taeil prefers good ol’ missionary. Referring back to the answers I’ve already given, this position not only gives him free rein to mark up your neck as much as he pleases, but it also allows him to pull your body against his and bury his face into your neck while he cums.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Honestly, I think it all depends on his state of mind. If he’s stress free, or as stress free as you can be as an idol, and in a good place, I think sex would be bubbly and lighthearted! But if he’s being overworked, and the pressure is weighing down on his shoulders, I feel like he’d be more serious, and focus all his attention on fucking his troubles away.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

Tbh I think he’s pretty good at keeping himself well groomed. As long as there’s nobody to shave for, I don’t think he’d go through all the hassle. He probably trims it regularly to keep it under control, but as soon as he gets into a relationship, I can see him starting to actually shave… Cause I mean, ya never know when you’re gonna get lucky, am I right??? 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

“Doyoung-ah, I’m romantic” I’m sorry that’s the first thing that popped into my head as soon as I read the question lmao. But in all honesty, I truly think Taeil is a very romantic person! During mainstream, casual sex, I see him as the “people pleaser” type. He’s always putting you before himself. He’s one of those people that actually gets off on your pleasure! He doesn’t even think about coming before you have.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

I’d say Taeil masturbates on a regular basis; sometimes more than usual when he’s got a little extra tension built up in him. But he’s kinda weird in regard to said topic… Even though y’all have done much worse in the bedroom, he still gets oddly shy when it comes to masturbating? He checks at least three time to make sure he locked the door before even thinking about dropping his pants. Even the thought of you catching him in the act has him losing his hard on faster than he got it… idk man, I guess everyone needs their alone time, right?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again - Taeil is one hella freaky dude. As far as kinks go, I think he’s into the following:

Dominance: Referring back to the “dirty secret,” you can bet your ass Taeil is gonna be the one in charge in the bedroom! He takes much pride in the way you listen to each and every one of his commands. Even when he “gives you control” for the night, you and him both know damn well that you’re never really in control… Even when you top, he’s got a firm grasp on your hips; controlling both your speed and your movements.

Marking (giving & receiving): Also referring back to his favorite body part of yours, Taeil has a slight obsession with leaving as many hickeys on you as he can. He loves the way your body, (neck in particular), looks after he’s left his mark on you; in the form of little purple blotches. He also secretly loves it when you return the favor; as long as its below the neckline, and out of sight for anyone to see! He likes to bitch and complain about the hickeys on his chest and scratch marks covering his back the morning after, but when he’s all alone, he’ll stand in the mirror shirtless, and admire the work of art you left on his skin.

Dirty talk (giving & receiving): At first glance, Taeil might seem like a shy and reserved kind of guy, but in the bedroom he’s far from! He’s actually quite blunt. He likes to whisper crude remarks in your ear in-between pants and moans; leaving you speechless and blushing like crazy. But Taeil can’t even put into words what it does to him when you return the vulgar comments. It sends a chill down his spine hearing such dirty words spill from your precious mouth, and he has to stop himself from coming right then and there.

Teasing (giving): This little shit… Taeil is the biggest damn tease! One of his favorite things to do is make you beg for whatever it is he’s withholding from you. He’s relentless, too. If you’re feeling stubborn and refuse to give into his desire to hear you beg, then oh well. I guess you’ll have to go without, because no matter how willful you may be, he’s even more headstrong; and he is not giving you want you want until he hears you beg for it!

Orgasm control (giving): This one goes hand in hand with the teasing. More often than not, Taeil is going to make you work for your orgasms! Right when he realizes you’re on the brink of euphoria, he’ll slow down any and all movements to an agonizing, torturous pace, with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. He’ll then proceed to taunt you, asking if you “really deserve it” in an ever so condescending tone. Sometimes ya just wanna slap him.

Loud sex: If you ask me, Taeil is one of, if not the loudest in bed. He lets himself bask in the pleasure, not giving two fucks about how loud he may be in the process. But he’s always making an effort not to get too loud; as he wants to be able to hear you crying out from the pleasure. And if you’re thinking of slapping a hand over your mouth, or biting your lip to forcibly quiet yourself down, don’t; because Taeil won’t be having any of that.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, this freak dude would be fine taking you anywhere, as long as theres a locked door; meaning absolutely no chance of getting caught. Being the oldest, there’s this sense of responsibility he carries, and he can’t help but try to be the best role model possible to his younger brothers. Getting caught having sex by one of the other members is one of the worst things that could happen, according to him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going, etc)

As previously stated, seeing you “flirting” with his friends is a sure way to get him all riled up and ready to fuck your brains out. But a very close second to that would be stress. Taeil is the type of person to literally fuck his stress away. If he’s being overworked and pushed too hard, his emotions get all out of whack, which tends to makes him extremely horny. And I’m not talking “cute, bubbly, vanilla sex” horny - no. I’m talking “fucking you into your mattress so hard you can’t walk tomorrow” horny. But I mean hey, who’s complaining? He’s relieving himself of some unwanted stress while you get dicked the fuck down… It’s a win-win situation!

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do; turn offs)

Like I said, Taeil wouldn’t do anything to risk getting caught in the act by any of the other members. Meaning absolutely no sex if theres not a lock on the door. Just the thought of that is bone chilling to him. Other than that, Taeil strikes me as the kind of guy to “try anything once,” so I think with him, experimenting would be a major key in letting you know what things he enjoys and what things  he doesn’t.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Honestly, with Taeil, its dead even. Of course he loves getting his dick sucked, (what guy doesn’t), but he loves pleasuring you just as much. Watching you squirm underneath him while your faces scrunches in pleasure, hands desperately grabbing at his hair as you whimper his name followed by moans and groans of pure satisfaction is a thing of beauty to him. He wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. As far as skills go, this boy definitely knows how to use his mouth; thats for sure! Hell, he probably knows your own body better than you do!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

Like I’ve been saying throughout this entire post, his pace, attitude, and everything alike depends 100% on what kind of mood he’s in. But more often than not, be prepared for rough sex, because thats exactly what Taeil will be giving to you!

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Hell yeah, Taeil’s down for a quickie! But, (for the 50th time), only if its behind the security of a locked door! Whether it be fast one in a LOCKED bedroom at the dorms, or a quick fuck in a LOCKED supply closet backstage before a show, he’s all up for it! He just, and this bares repeating, DOESN’T WANT TO GET CAUGHT!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Taeil’s as game as they come. Like I mentioned, he’s the kinda guy to try something at least once before deciding whether or not he likes it. A big part of your sex life is experimenting with different kinds of positions, kinks, toys, etc. As far as risks go, Taeil is pretty mild. Since getting caught is a huge no-no, don’t expect to try anything spontaneously perilous.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc)

I’d say Taeil’s stamina is a little above average. On average, he can go two, sometimes three rounds if he’s feeling up to it. Sex as a whole usually lasts about an hour or so, (give or take a little), but a lot of it foreplay, rather than actual sex. Still good, nonetheless!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

It definitely depends on the toy! I can see Taeil loving things like handcuffs, blindfolds, and pretty much anything that has to do with sensory depravation; aiding him in the teasing aspect of things. But I don’t see him being too fond of toys such as vibrators. He prides himself in knowing just what you like and being able to pleasure you in unthinkable ways, so bringing in a toy that’ll potentially take his place isn’t really ideal to him. He also isn’t too keen on you using any of said toys on him. In his eyes, it only takes away from the domineering persona that he worked so hard to build.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

HE TEASES YOU TO NO EXTENT! Sometimes, if he’s feeling extra cruel, he’ll see just how far he can take the teasing; until you absolutely can’t take it anymore. If that means you’re left with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, then so be it. His dominant nature mixed with his love for teasing and hearing you beg makes for some harsh and persistent torment. Which is still undoubtably enjoyable.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Again, if you ask me, Taeil is the loudest of all in the bedroom. He is very much a moaner! Most of the sounds he elicits are going to be loud, angelic moans. He’s also a bit of a groaner/grunter; especially if he’s fucking you for all you’re worth. I can definitely see him being the type to cry out when he cums, too. The most beautiful, sinful, melodious sound your ears have ever been blessed with.

W = Wild Card (Create a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

“Now, baby girl,” Taeil says, ignoring your distraught whimpers as yet another orgasm slips through your fingers, “what have I told you about flirting with my friends just to tease me?” he asks in a low, raspy tone while dragging a single digit tauntingly around your core; purposely avoiding the place you desperately needed him the most.

There was a dull ache in your shoulders as you wiggled your wrists, wincing at the chaffing of the handcuffs that currently bound your hands together. You slowly looked up to find Taeil already staring at you; making you feel completely powerless under his intense gaze. His eyes were a darker shade than usual, and his face held a stern expression that sent waves of both excitement and nervousness coursing through your body at the thought of what was to come.

“I asked you a question!” he bellowed out as he suddenly pinched your clit between his thumb and pointer finger; eliciting a high pitched yelp from you, as you helplessly tugged on your restraints.

“I’M SORRY I’M S-SORRY-” you cried out, trying to the best of your ability to shimmy your way higher up on the bed, and away from the harsh hold he had on your sex.

“Really? Cause you didn’t seem too sorry when you were throwing yourself on Johnny earlier today?” he asked rhetorically as he cocked his head to the side and sent you a bone chilling glare.

“I-I…” you stuttered, unable to think of a suitable response for his accusation.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied in a curt manner, before thrusting his hips forwards; filling you up without the slightest warning.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants; picture or words)

Hmm I think Taeil is average in length; maybe around 5 inches? But he definitely makes up for it in girth because DAMN that boy is THICK !!!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Since a big part of his sex drive comes from stress, and I’d imagine he’s pretty stressed out most, if not all of the time, I’d say his sex drive is fairly high.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This all depends on how rough he was with you. The rougher he is, the more thoughtful and considerate the aftercare will be. This boy doesn’t even THINK about laying down to go to sleep before making sure you’re alright; and that he didn’t go to far, or get too aggressive with you. He might be all dominant, rough and condescending during sex, but afterwards, he’s back to the sweet, harmless, caring and gentle Taeil you know and love!

One Night

In which you find yourself in bed with Harry Styles, and you’ve got a bit of a secret.

A/N: Could it be? Sydney finished the virginity oneshot?! YES MY FRIENDS: IT IS TRUE! I’m hoping this doesn’t disappoint because its probably not quite what everyone was expecting… but nevertheless I had fun writing it because it seems that this is a dream for a lot of fans.  So enjoy. ;)

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musings on an erasermic spy au sort of deal, that i mentioned back in this post. cw for non graphic eye trauma and nongraphic violence and mentions of firearms

-aizawa ‘eraser’ shouta is a covert intelligence operative. he doesn’t deal a lot with other people, or at least not the same person repeatedly. he gathers intelligence and carries out stealth missions. good with computers and social engineering. not good with repeated encounters with people. very smart in his own way, but also very good at the physical side of things. he tends to blend in a lot, making him very good for stealth, tracking, and information gathering. before he was burned, his agency would pair him up with people a lot for missions, something that aizawa absolutely hated but dealt with anyways. he had a reputation for being unfriendly and cold, but very meticulous and good at what he did. gets the codename ‘eraser’ because he’s good at making himself seemingly drop off the face of the earth.

-yamada ‘mic’ hizashi is a different kind of spy. hizashi does what aizawa can’t. he is notoriously manipulative and good with people. he’s a complete sweet-talker and knows exactly how to get to someone and get what he wants. hizashi’s reputation is for being flashy and charismatic and he does really well with appealing to people’s emotions and need for companionship. hizashi is also a veteran spy who can basically get anywhere he wants with his words, and he knows it.  he can put on different faces and accents and personalities at the drop of a hat and can basically make anyone believe anything. hizashi is very popular within the agency, which happens to be the same as aizawa’s, and it’s notable that even though he doesn’t show it a lot of the time, hizashi is incredibly intelligent and capable of a lot more than people think.

-just prior to being burned–like months prior–hizashi and aizawa were put on a difficult case together, one that required them to work together all the time without much outside help. things were a bit strained at first, but hizashi and aizawa eventually developed an unlikely friendship. after one particularly difficult night of surveillance, the two of them got wasted in their hotel room together and it came out that both of them suspect that there’s something going on within their organization. beginning of sexual tension, only made worse when aizawa and hizashi have to pose as a couple to gather information. there’s clearly something between them. a discovery is made that the target they’re hunting is being hunted for personal reasons to their director, and they make the decision to take down the target anyways. things get unexpectedly violent and bloody, even though they took precautions, and they end up succeeding, or so aizawa is told when he wakes up in the ICU. the tension between he and hizashi is notably never solved.

-and then, it happens. aizawa goes out of country for what’s supposed to be a quick stealth mission. something goes wrong, and aizawa gets an eye taken out by a sniper and winds up being dumped in his home neighborhood without any possessions, instructions, or personal assets, nothing, and the intention is clear: he’s been burned.

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