#“why would harry name his son after the biggest idiots ever

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day one!

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stylesupdates Y/N Styles out in Los Angeles yesterday!

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harryfan8 I LOVE HER

harryfan3 my mother 😌

harryfan5 y/n really is everyone’s favorite person

harryfan9 her leaving the royal family was the best thing ever

harryfan7 the only reason why she did that was for harry to keep his career 😭

harryfan4 and i love her for that

harryfan10 MY princess 🤗

harryfan12 the most gorgeous person ever

harryfan14 i wanna be her so bad

harryfan11 when you remember she goes home to harry

harryfan13 y/n is rarely seen with her sons…and she constantly gets praised for being a good mother…like what?

harryfan15 she takes care of them…y/n is literally their mother that birthed them. GET HELP

harryfan17 just because she’s not photographed with her sons or posting them on social media doesn't mean anything. why do you call yourself a harry fan if you don’t even like his wife?

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vogue Y/N Styles, a formal royal, gets interviewed by her husband Harry Styles and discusses her parenting life.

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harryfan19 MRS. STYLES!!!!

harryfan17 she seems so cool 😭

pillowpersonpp I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

harryfan22 y/n got interviewed by harry? omg

harry_lambert styled by me 💖

harryfan20 MILF MILF MILF

annetwist so beautiful darling!

harryfan24 HARRY INTERVIEWS Y/N? I AM SCREAMING

alessandro_michele best princess ever ❤️

harryfan27 “discusses her parenting life” harry is the one that watches those kids

harrystyles Y/N is the mother to my children. To say that I watch our kids and she doesn’t is idiotic. Can’t believe you call yourself one of my fans.

harryfan23 GET THEM HARRY

harryfan22 “can’t believe you call yourself one of my fans” he’s so fed up omg

phoebebridgers MY FAV GIRL

You may know her from being Princess Diana’s daughter or being the one and only muse for Harry Styles. Nonetheless you know her once you hear the name Y/N Styles.

Being a part of The Royal Family growing up had it’s perks including attending a One Direction concert in London just at sixteen years old. Meeting England’s Princess had a familiar singer in a boy band crushing.

Harry Styles went on to make songs and even albums about Y/N when he was still in the band. In 2013 a song called ‘Little Black Dress’ was revealed to be about a certain Princess. Niall Horan talked about the inspiration process in an interview recently which disclosed Harry wrote the song after seeing a photo of Y/N on Instagram.

(source: harry_lambert on instagram)

The world’s biggest Popstar and a Royal dating caused a lot of talk in the public. Many implied they wouldn’t last and it would end up being the largest scandal ever. But they were proved wrong after the pair announced they got married secretly in Amalfi Italy.

Not even a year later, The Royal Family announced Y/N’s farewell. At the time rumours were floating around why she decided to leave the United Kingdom. Many were saying Harry pressured Y/N into leaving The Royal Family so he could keep his career.

Though all those rumours were shut down once the Styles couple made a statement.

(Photographed by Anthony Pham)

Harry Styles: Are you ready darling?

Y/N Styles: I hope so.

H: *laughs* Alright let’s get started! First question…what’s your favorite things to do with our children?

Y/N: I love taking to them the park, seeing them interact with other children makes my heart swell. Oh! I also love bringing them to my pilates classes, the boys really love to mess around with the machines.

H: Ah good old pilates classes.

Y/N: Your favorite thing in the world.

(Photographed by Anthony Pham)

H: Alright baby, next question. What’s the best thing about having children?

Y/N: Probably seeing them grow.

H: I agree. It’s one of the sweetest things ever, I could cry about it.

Y/N: I know, I’ve seen it first hand Sue.

H: I seriously love you.

Y/N: I love you more.

(May 6, 2021 Y/N Styles at her baby shower last year)

H: How do you feel about being a mother?

Y/N: I love it. Being a mother is something I’ve always wanted and now having my own children to raise makes me so happy.

H: I’ve watched you become the mother to our kids and I can tell you love it so much. You always have a smile on your face.

Y/N: Thanks to you my dream of being a mother came true.

H: You make me feel special.

Y/N: I’m glad.

(Unseen photo of Y/N Styles with Elvis Styles, the youngest Styles child)

H: Who’s your favorite musician?

Y/N: The one that constantly writes songs about me.

H: I am so honored, my love. Without you I wouldn’t have any of my albums.

Y/N: I’m just so proud to call you mine. You’re the most talented person I know. Seeing you perform the songs that you made for me really makes me happy.

H: I love making you happy. It’s my favorite thing to do.

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harry_lambert Oliver & Y/N take on Love on Tour Night 3.

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harryfan30 y/n is literally the best mother ever

harryfan32 I NEED HER TO ADOPT ME 😭

harrystyles The loves of my life.

yourinstagram ❤️❤️

harryfan34 i love husbandrry so much 😫

jefezoff the cutest harry fans ever

harryfan31 y/n is such a supportive wife

pillowpersonpp my favorite people in the world!

harryfan33 harry has the best wife and children ever

harris_reed oli and y/n, one of the best duo’s

harryfan35 so she can take one of her sons to harry’s show but not all of them? y/n is the worst mother ever

yourinstagram i hate that i’m responding to this but my other two children don’t feel comfortable in crowded places because fans like you feel the need to be overbearing.

harryfan37 y/n is so sick of you guys

harryfan39 i feel so bad for harry and y/n’s kids…leave them alone

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pillowpersonpp she’s a director!

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harryfan42 Y/N DIRECTING MUSIC FOR A SUSHI RESTAURANT’S MV IS INSANE

harryfan40 she should’ve directed don’t worry darling

yourinstagram i love ya mrs. rowland

pillowpersonpp i love you more mrs. styles

harryfan44 my favorite besties ever 😭

brittany_broski this is the best thing to ever happen to the world

harryfan41 I AM SO EXCITED 😫

gemmastyles so pretty!!!

harryfan46 y/n directing a music video…harry’s best decision yet

mollyjane_x couldn’t be any more prouder 🤍

harryfan43 harry is so in love with this woman, i’m sobbing

paulithepsm the most excited for this music video

harryfan45 this is my don’t worry darling

annetwist my beautiful daughter in law 🥰

harryfan47 i wanna be her

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yourinstagram music for a sushi restaurant out now!!!

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harryfan50 I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

harryfan52 y/n has done it…again

harrystyles Thank you for directing darling. I love and appreciate you so much.

yourinstagram i love you for giving me this opportunity ❤️

harryfan54 they are so adorable 😭

harry_lambert best music video ever!!!!!

harryfan56 y/n gave us beadrry…i love her for that

mitchrowland will be streaming over and over

harryfan51 Y/N IS INSANE FOR THIS

jefezoff best director ever 🎥

harryfan53 the music video was a fever dream…y/n did so amazing

pillowpersonpp feeling like a proud mom 💖

harryfan55 harry having a royal direct one of his music videos 😫

alessandro_michele loved it!

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N IN LOS ANGELES TODAY!

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harryfan60 PLS STOP THIS I’M CRYING

harryfan63 this is all i want 😭

harryfan65 i know it hurt you to post this

harryfan67 HARRY AND Y/N ARE THE IT COUPLE

harryfan69 she’s getting that dick everyday. she’s getting that dick everyday. she’s getting that dick everyday.

harryfan61 y/n is the luckiest woman on earth

harryfan66 someone please run me over

harryfan68 them kissing made me fall onto my knees

harryfan70 they are so in love omg

harryfan73 everyone’s mom and dad 😫

harryfan75 harry and y/n are the best thing to have ever happened

harryfan71 this is the cutest thing ever

harryfan72 i love them so much 🤗

harryfan74 you can immediately tell they love each other so much

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i love sirius and james to death (ironically enough since they’re the dead ones), and so do remus and lily respectively. but i feel like the two of them would bully james sirius for his name more than they’d bully albus severus

#“why would harry name his son after the biggest idiots ever???” #said by the biggest idiots’ husband and wife #yes wolfstar got married in wizard heaven what about it #lily evans #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #wolfstar #jily #marauders #harry potter

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let's stop and talk about trans draco real fast, shall we?:

♡ would def come out to his parents during dinner a year before he went into hogwarts "so, hypothetically, what if i decided being a girl sucks and makes me sad and i wanna be a boy?"

♡ narcissa would just smile and pat him on the back, asking what he would like to be called

♡ lucius, to everyone's surprise, was not transphobic, but instead was now determined to have the most handsome son to prove that he didnt need a flat chest and a penis to be better than everyone else

♡ draco went into hogwarts horrified that teachers would deadname him

♡ clearly his parents had spoken to them, though, because they all gladly called him draco

♡ his relatives, the handful that were transphobic, sent him letters addressed to his deadname occasionally and draco simply didnt reply. when his father asked why he wasnt replying, draco said that there wasnt anyone of that name that he knew of (lucius knew he taught his son on how to be petty well)

♡ honestly draco was pretty lowkey about being trans

♡ he didnt ever change in front of people, he always covered his trips to madam pomfrey for testosterone with a library trip, and excused his more feminine build as "since when does body shape have gender?"

♡ which worked stupidly well

♡ until when he went to get his testosterone from madam pomfrey, theo was sitting in there getting treated for a bloody nose (he got into a fight, the idiot)

♡ and theo is the biggest blabber mouth, dont even argue, so he told both blaise and pansy

♡ and they all proceeded to ask (in perfect sync, which freaked draco out) "why do you need testosterone, malfoy?"

♡"imtransformerlinssakepleasedonteverdoanythinginsyncagain" "what?" "...im trans??"

♡ pansy literally just rolled her eyes ("goyle owes me 5 galleons, i knew something was up"), but theo and blaise looked ready to piss themselves

♡ why? because they had shared a dorm with him for multiple years, hOW DID THEY NOT KNOW OH MY-

♡ now, eventually draco fessed up to some other acquaintances, but it wasnt public news

♡ especially because slytherins protect each other at all costs. dracos voice cracked in class once and everyone looked at him, so the rest of the slytherins started answer questions and purposefully cracking their voices. when asked if they were making fun of draco, they all shook their heads and went "guess that's good ol' puberty. i am a growing teen, you know!"

♡ pansy was probably the most protective

♡ she has and will fight someone for draco

♡ "pans, i can fight my own battles" "shush, i throw a meaner jelly legs jinx than anyone in our year"

♡ and you may ask yourself: cygnus, where the heck is the drarry?" SO GLAD YOU ASKED

♡ harry james potter was madly in love with the blonde slytherin

♡ maybe it was the way he blushed after a voice crack or maybe it was his white blonde hair that he played with when he got nervous or maybe it was how he would pull his uniform shirt away from his chest, like it would stick if he didnt

♡ but harry had fallen hard

♡ so hard even ron pointed it out ("we know you're in love with the bloke, but can you stop staring at his ass and focus on the charms essay?")

♡ literally everyone is gryffindor knew

♡ that's alright, everyone in slytherin was well aware of dracos huge crush on harry, to the point where they quoted him ("perfect little potter, with his evergreen eyes that shine in the sun, and his lean body that i could lay on top of and listen to his heartbeat-" "shut up, zabini")

♡ so, for the first time, harry and dracos friends teamed up and operation drarry was in full swing

♡ hermione and pansy were in charge of setting the whole plan up

♡ ron and blaise were in charge of setting them up at the right place at the right time

♡ neville and theo were in charge of distracting the two for the day

♡ crabbe, goyle, luna, and ginny all got put in charge of setting up the place, and then hide with cameras

♡ the plan was simple, get both harry and draco to the astronomy tower at the same time by having neville and theo give them notes from the other (dracos note to harry written by blaise and harrys to draco by ron). ginny and luna would then set up candles and blankets and simple charms that let flowers and vines grow along the walls while crabbe and goyle set up charms to only let select people enter the astronomy tower without thinking they forgot something and leaving. and course, this genius was planned by pansy and hermione.

♡ BELIEVE IT OR NOT, IT WORKED UNBELIEVABLY WELL

♡ GINNY CAUGHT A PHOTO OF THEM SNOGGING

♡ IT WAS GREAT

♡ well, until draco started wheezing cuz the dingus had stayed in his binder for way too long

♡ harry smiled softly at the embarrassed boy before pulling off his quidditch sweater and handing it to draco ("go ahead and take your binder off-" "how did you-" "shush, it was in the note, blaise didnt conceal it was him very well and threatened me not to judge you just because you're trans. i could care less, you're still you and still valid. now take off your binder, the sweater should be lose enough on you to cover anything")

♡ harry walked draco back to his dorm that night and told him to keep the sweater "it looks cuter on you"

♡ yes, draco told his father about it

♡ "dear draco,

YOU CHOSE THE POTTER BOY OF ALL PEOPLE-"

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED !!

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To Have a Home Part 31

A/N: Hey Y'all! Sorry it's been a while. Say it with me: School. Takes. Up. My. Life. Anyways, here's the next part of my story! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: After Draco is found guilty of an attempted murder, he is sentenced to the Lupin’s house with hopes he’ll finally understand what  it means to have a family. Only problem? Draco doesn’t want it.

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“I’m only going to be gone for half an hour, okay?” Remus called over his shoulder. “I just need to check in on Sirius and make sure he’s doing fine.”

That was a lie. What Remus was really testing was how Draco would take to him leaving. He had told him early in the day, when they were all sitting at the table for breakfast, and had reminded him again and again that at 3:30 pm he would be leaving.

Now it was 3:30. Draco sat on the couch next to Abigail, a book opened on his lap, though he wasn’t reading. He stared blankly at the fireplace, twirling the soft fur of his wolf between his fingers.

“Okay, Draco?” His hand hovered over the fire, floo powder already in his hands ready to go.

Before he could leave, Draco shot up, racing over to throw his arms around Remus. He could feel him vibrating under his chin, his grasp on his almost suffocating.

“What if something happens? Please, I can’t let anything happen to you. I can’t…”

Remus could already feel the front of his shirt wet with Draco’s tears. He looked helplessly over his shoulder at Abigail sitting on the couch. She slowly stood up, a hand protectively going over her belly.

“He’s going to be just fine, Draco. Come on, why don’t we pick out a movie to watch later tonight.”

But Draco’s grip only tightened. “You don’t understand. I can’t lose you. I can’t. I won’t. You can’t go. Sirius can come here.”

“Sirius’s house is just as safe as it is here. I promise, I’ll be right back. A Half an hour.”

“But what if it’s not safe? What if he’s there, ready to… to…”

“Don’t be foolish, Draco. I’ll be just fine. The sooner you let go, the sooner I’ll come home.”

But he didn’t, and in the end, Abigail ended up calling George in to pry the boy off of him. Remus quickly threw the floo powder in before Draco could get to him, and he left the Lupin household with his son on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

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“You going to relax for a bit?”

Sirius sat in an armchair close to the fire, a cup of tea held in his hands. The other cup that was made sat undrank on the side table. Remus wasn’t interested in it, though. He paced the living room, shaking his head.

“Sirius, I feel awful.” He fiddled slightly with his wand. “He was so scared, and…”

“Remus, you have to do this. How else is he going to understand that you won’t be around all day every day?”

“But there’s got to be a better way.”

“Would you at least sit down? You’ve got twenty minutes left, and I’m starting to worry more about you than Draco.”

Remus sat down in the armchair next to Sirius, picking up the cup of tea only to set it down again. They sat in silence, the only sound being Remus’s bouncing knee.

“Have you talked about getting a therapist for Draco?” asked Sirius. Remus nodded his head.

“Yes, she was the one that recommended we do this.”

“Oh,” Sirius set his cup down, “And who is she?”

Remus fidgeted with his shirt slightly, setting his wand in the inside breast pocket of his cardigan. “Her name is Galena. She was one of the first three students to graduate Hogwarts that took Abigail’s class. She’s incredibly sweet, and her specialty is helping children deal with traumatic occurrences in their lives.”

“Well, don’t you trust her?”

“Yes… Yes, I do, but the pain in Draco’s eyes. It hurt.”

Sirius grabbed his knee. “Sometimes you need pain before the healing.”

“I guess you’re right,” Remus sighed, “I just wish it wasn’t this painful.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a ‘drink’ drink?” Sirius asked, getting up from his chair. “Because last night, Isla brought over this aged fire whisky, and Remus, it is so good.”

Remus eyebrows shot up. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Burns all of the way down.”

“Remember when James snuck a bottle of fire whisky into the dorms…”

“And Castor drank all of it before anyone else could have a shot.”

Both of the men snorted as the memory passed by. Those carefree days when their biggest problems were who was snogging who. Whether the Gryffindor quidditch team was going to win against Slytherin. If James would finally ask Lily to the Yule ball, or if he was just going to stare at her longingly from across the hall. When their friendship hadn’t shattered when one of them showed their true colors. When James and Lily weren’t…

But they didn’t focus on those memories. Just the ones that leave you with deep smiles and brimming laughter. As much as Remus was enjoying himself, he couldn’t help but check in on the clock every few minutes. Sirius saw this and sighed.

“I hope this doesn’t last forever. I miss the boy nights. You. Castor. Pollux. All us acting like idiots. Getting away with things that we would never be allowed to when literally anyone else is around.”

“Me too. We just need to get through right now.”

Sirius looked at the clock. “Well, you have about five minutes left.”

“It’ll either be a nightmare on the other side or reasonably calm.”

“I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but…” Sirius struggled with the words for a moment. “Thank you, for taking in Draco. I can’t think of a better place for him to land. I mean, I could never be that for anyone, let alone someone who is supposed to be my son.”

Remus put his hand on his friend’s knee, squeezing slightly. “Thank you, Sirius, but if you ever decide to have children, I know you’re going to be a great dad. Look at how Harry is. He gets his bravery and courage from you, Sirius. He turned out to be an incredible kid, and it’s because of you.”

Remus swore he could see tears starting to form in his friend’s eyes, but he decided not to push it. He got up from the chair, grabbing some floo powder from the mantle of the fireplace. He tossed it into the fire, vanishing from Grimmauld Place.

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Hi! I know you're probably slammed with requests but i was wondering if you could rec some long fics without smut or skipable unimportant smut scenes? I'm sex repulsed and it's surprising difficult to find fics that don't make me uncomfortable

Okay so these are all at least 20 or 30 thousand words long each and are all either rated general audience or teen and up and I made sure to go through all of them so they shouldn’t have any smut or sex but if I did miss anything please let me know. Hope you enjoy!

Ghosts In The Suburbs by KaytiKazoo

Stiles gets cursed by a witch and can see dead people.

Here’s to the Static by matildajones

Stiles spends most of his college break in a coffee house where he stares after Derek Hale. For some reason, Stiles is unaware of the fact he’s quite the musician, and Derek amuses himself at Stiles’ obliviousness.

Cupboard Love by mklutz

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

Strangers Like Me by Alphaboner

“Stay back! Don’t come..don’t come any closer! Please don’t! Wh..what are you doing?” he let out a little laugh when Derek started to play with his toes “Ah-haha, no, please, don’t, that tickles!” Derek’s hand traveled from Stiles’ toes to his leg “No, get off, get off!” …to his belt “GET OFF!” he kicked Derek in the face, leaving him confused and aching, looking at Stiles with a scowl.

Get Back Up by Hepzheba

After taking the blame for his so-called friend Jackson and his stupid pot, Stiles is forced to work for the Hales at their horse ranch the summer before his last year in high school. At first he absolutely hates it but he comes to realize that there is actually is something fun about this ranch thing and that horses are more likable and complicated than he’d previously thought. He also comes to realize that it’s not only the horses that are interesting; there’s also Derek Hale.

Scowl and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

Only You, Sterek by im2old4thisotp

Derek gets the name of his soulmate off a Ouija board when he is ten. He’s obsessed with finding them, but then his life irrevocably changes. He erases the name from his life and determines to live free of those stupid words, “fate” and “destiny”.

But on the eve of his wedding, he gets a phone call that will change the course of his life forever, and show him that maybe destiny does have a hold on him, after all.

Or, the Sterek rewrite of the movie “Only You” that you never knew you wanted.

sorry about the elbows, sorry we lived here. by dreamer_of_dreams

“You’re doing it again, Derek. You’re running away. I know, alright? I’ve always known… You looked at him the way I wished you’d look at me. You came close some days, when you’re folding my tank tops and we’re talking about small, insignificant things. And I thought that was enough for a while. But it was plain to see, you were sitting around, waiting for him to call you home. He never did and you just carried on.”

“I wasn’t really waiting for him to call. I knew he wouldn’t. I don’t know how you got that impression.”

“Hmmm…Maybe because when we both thought you were dying, I leant over and kissed you… and you whispered his name.”

Just the Same by ericaismeg

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human.***“I was wondering if you’re even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it’s ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It’s unfair for us. I mean, it’s obvious you work out, and I don’t, so that could be why, but like…I was just wondering if you were human, that’s all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can’t threaten him with shit.

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before by Halevetica

What if all the crushes you ever had found out how you felt about them… all at once?

Stiles Stilinski keeps his love letters in a box his mother gave him. They aren’t love letters that anyone else wrote for him; these are ones he’s written. One for every boy he’s ever loved-five in all. When he writes, he pours out his heart and soul and says all the things he would never say in real life, because his letters are for his eyes only. Until the day his secret letters are mailed, and suddenly, Stiles’ love life goes from imaginary to out of control.

If I Followed You Home by tryslora

Stiles is living on his own in New York when he sees the unthinkable: one woman pushes another onto the tracks just before a subway comes. With Scott not moving in for several days, he is on his own with his grief and horror, and he decides to find closure by attending the dead woman’s funeral where he discovers that (1) the guy he’s been crushing on is the dead woman’s brother, and (2) her family somewhat adopts him, and (3) the woman who killed her might just want to kill him now. Life just got complicated.

Notes:

Wolf Pack: Beacon Original by Beerwolves, fearfrost1211

When his father landed the Deputy Chief of police position in Beacon Hills, Stiles moved to his new town gladly, embracing the chance of a fresh start. What he didn’t expect was to find himself hopelessly drawn to the gruff Vice President of the local motorcycle gang, the Wolf Pack.Derek Hale, resident bad boy of Beacon Hills, spent his time helping his sister lead the Wolf Pack and working on motorcycles at his family’s automotive garage. Then, one hot summer afternoon a bright-eyed boy walked into his life and turned his world upside down.

There’s No Escape for the Potato Man by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”

“Wrong number, asshole!”

“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.

Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.

“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”

“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”

“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.

home isn’t a place by Spikedluv

Ithaca, New York is known as a sanctuary within the supernatural community, and Cornell University is where creatures such as Kitsune and Selkies can safely attend college. Though Stiles doesn’t think he’s anything special (despite having a ‘spark’, whatever that is), he attends on Satomi’s recommendation; he wants to learn everything he can about the supernatural world so he can return to Beacon Hills and help Scott.

The last person Stiles expects to run into at Cornell is Derek Hale. Derek is gruff and grumpy, but despite that Stiles is drawn to him. When someone begins murdering supernatural students Laura Hale takes Stiles under her wing. Between attending class, hanging out with Kira, adopting a dog, and keeping score for the baseball team, Stiles investigates the deaths to figure out who’s killing his fellow students before he ends up a victim himself.

Through it all, Stiles learns the real meaning of ‘home’.

SuperWing, Stucky and SlaDick, Oh My! by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

“Well,” Nightwing said with an awkward laugh, “this is embarrassing. You are definitely not the Superman I was expecting.”

“You mean I almost missed out on having Nightwing leap into my waiting arms?” Derek asked teasingly. He couldn’t help it, the guy was adorable, and while he wasn’t exactly light, he already knew it was all muscle. This guy definitely worked out.

Nightwing let out a loud, boisterous laugh that had people around them turn to look, but he just grinned down at Derek before speaking.

“In that case, didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He waggled his eyebrows and Derek let out a small huff of a laugh. “I should probably, uh—get down.”

“Probably.”

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

An Unexpected Familiar by BabyWeWillRise

Homework over break sucks, right? Harris is at it again with making Stiles’ life horrible by giving him an essay over Christmas break and Stiles could not be anymore displeased.

Except…this stupid assignment leads him to something he didn’t think he was missing.

Or…

After his mother died when he was eight, Stiles (and his father) ran away from reality without looking back.

Now, ten years later, when the eighteen year old runs into a familiar face, he’s thrown back into a life he had completely forgotten about and is welcomed with open and loving arms.

To say he’s freaking out would be an understatement.

#answered #anonymous #sterek #sterek fic rec #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #fic rec list

[idkdrarryig]

What they couldn't

Because I'm insecure about my writing please leave constructive criticism on how I can improve :")

•

"Malfoy, a word?"

Draco had been minding his own business in the library, it was their "eighth" year at Hogwarts and they had a lot of homework. But of course the saviour of the wizarding world had to come along and ruin his train of thought.

"Can't you see I'm busy Potter?" He barely spared Harry a glance, "What makes you think I'd wanna talk to you?" Draco was too tired to come up with a snarky remark (which was quite evident in his voice) any better than that.

With a deep sigh, Harry pleaded, "Come on, it wont take long."

Amused by Harry's unusual desperation, he rolled his eyes and followed the shorter to a more secluded part of the library. After a few seconds of Harry rubbing his hands together, as if collecting his thoughts, Draco became irritated.

He tapped his foot impatiently, "Get on with it then, I don't have all bloody day."

Harry sighed for a second time. "I don't want to fight with you anymore." It was seemingly a simple statement, but it had Draco all kinds of confused.

Why would the golden boy of all people want to make up? Since the end of the war, everyone was either afraid or disgusted by the mere thought of Draco Malfoy, son of Death Eaters and "supporter" of the Dark Lord. Pansy was about the only person that bothered talking to him nowadays, seeing as his other friends didn't return to Hogwarts.

While thinking of possibilities, he obviously hadn't replied, instead answering Harry with a look of confusion.

"Malfoy?" Draco snapped back into reality, of course he makes himself look like a fool in front of the enemy.

"What on earth are you talking about? Us, friends? Don't make me laugh Potter." He scoffed and turned to leave, but stubborn Harry Potter wouldn't let him go without having the last word.

Said boy grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "Would you just let me explain?"

Though reluctant, he complied. "Fine, let go of me. But if this is just some stupid sob story—"

"Malfoy."

Another eye roll, "Get on with it then."

Harry took a deep breath, things like this weren't always the easiest to talk about, let alone when it's to the person you're meant to hate.

"I was thinking, ("wow, that's a new one") Snape and my father… They could never get along, quite like you and I. They would always fight like we do, hated each other. But the thing is, whenever I think back to that… I can't help but think how stupid it was. They could've easily been friends, but they could never sort out their differences." He paused, hoping Draco would get the gist of where this was going.

Though Draco had a nonchalant expression, he couldn't help but feel sad at the mention of his deceased potions teacher. He knew that Severus had taken the oath to protect him, but had never gotten the chance to say thank you.

"Could you get to the point?" He said trying to cover up his hurt.

Harry rubbed his temple. How hard was it to understand what he was getting at? "Look, I don't want to fight with you anymore. It's a waste of time if anything else, I'm sure you'd agree. And… I don't want to make the same mistake as my father. Can we try to do what they couldn't? We don't have to be friends, but would it be so hard to at least be civil?"

Would it? Would it be too much of an effort to turn over a new leaf? Would it be so hard for them to stop throwing insults and hexes whenever they saw each other? Besides, it's not like he was surrounded by friends. But being friends with Potter?

"Fine. But don't expect me to parade around and talk to you like we're best friends. I'll be civil, but that's it."

Harry smiled and held out his hand, "Well then Malfoy, to not hating each other anymore?"

Memories of his rejected handshake appeared in Draco's mind, the hurt he felt but could never show clawing up his throat. But he pushed it away. That was in the past now.

With a now slightly shaking breath, he took his hand, "To not hating each other anymore."

•

And just like that, within a few weeks the two no longer glared at each other from across the hall. Awkward smiles replaced the ever present scowls they once held to one another, and a weight was lifted from both their chests.

Of course it wasn't as easy as they'd both assumed it would be. Loathing each other for 7 years made it tough for them to make the hatred disappear straight away.

But soon they found themselves sitting in the library together, a constant comfortable silence between them as they studied. Eventually, the fateful day came when the "Malfoy, could you help me with the potions assignment?" and "Would you be able to explain what lethifolds do, Potter?" came.

It was turning into more than just being civil.

And so studying together turned into conversations, and conversations into friendship. Malfoy was now Draco, and Potter was Harry.

Of course Hermione and Ron —probably most of the school as well— knew of the newfound friendship blossoming between their best friend and once biggest enemy. They didn't mind if they were friends, as long as Harry was happy that's all they wanted.

The two would spend hours in the library or the eighth year common room together, whether it be in the silence of studying or the light chatter they shared, they were at ease. Nobody would disturb them, it was as if they were off in their own world. Away from the haunting memories of the war and the strange stares they would attract walking down the hall together.

They'd find themselves laughing over how petty (though mainly on Draco's part) they used to be, or how back then they'd've never even let the thought of them being friends intrude their minds.

Ever so often they'd take evening walks around the lake or castle grounds. This would usually only happen if there was something on one of their minds and they needed the seclusion of the lake to talk about it. Who wanted to share their worries around other people, anyway?

Since all of this had happened not long after they'd arrived back at Hogwarts, Christmas was getting closer and McGonagall had the form for those who were to stay at Hogwarts over the holidays.

As usual, Harry, the Weasley's and Hermione were all going to stay. But, for the first time in a long time, Draco Malfoy's name had also staked it's claim on the list.

So the four had a marvelous Christmas together, filled with laughter and food and all sorts of presents. Draco would have liked Pansy to be there with them, but she was out of Hogwarts as fast you could say the word 'holiday'.

The annual Christmas feast in the Great Hall was magnificent. There were more students staying at Hogwarts than usual, so the house elves had gone all out. From treacle tarts to stuffed roast turkey, puddings to pumpkin pasties, there was at least three of everything.

When they found themselves back in the common room stuffed to their limits with food, they relaxed and joked in front of the fire. Ron was telling stories of things his brothers had done when they were young and Hermione was telling them about muggle Christmas traditions. Harry and Draco were mainly listening during this, not having any particularly good childhood stories to share.

Over the holiday, Ron and Hermione put a lot of effort into including Draco in what they did. They were aware of how close he had gotten with Harry and thought it wouldn't hurt to try and befriend him as well. Draco was grateful for everything they were doing and tried to give them back as much as they gave him.

•

The beginning of the new school term grew closer, as did the stress of not finishing all the assigned homework. Harry and Draco's countless hours in the library made a comeback, Ron and Hermione now accompanying them.

And then the students came back. Although what they brought back with them was not what the quartet was expecting.

Now most people weren't afraid of Draco, and certainly not afraid to say what they thought of him. He became more aware of the stares he was so easily distracted from before, not to mention the not-so-whispers he heard when walking down the halls.

He found it harder to let Harry distract him, and ever so slowly he'd managed to lessen their visits to the library. Now he rarely liked to leave the common room, and because the trips had dissipated so slowly Harry had barely noticed.

But Harry did notice the sudden rise ridicule Draco was facing, and soon that made him realise how much of a toll it was taking on him. He'd finally noticed that he barely ever left the common room or his dorm, he was getting dark bags under his eyes and his cheeks had started to hollow out. It seemed he didn't bother trying to do his hair anymore and let it run wild.

On one particular night Harry convinced Draco to get out of the common room. He lead him through the castle, not missing the fact Draco kept his head down in an attempt to block out the people around them. Once they were out near the lake, Harry finally let go of Draco's wrist and sat down under a nearby tree.

Without realising he was doing it, Draco was staring down with an empty expression at the tree.

"Draco?" He quickly got out of his trance, he saw Harry had sat down and followed suit. It was quiet for a while, Harry trying to gather what to say and Draco trying to calm his racing thoughts.

What if there were people around? What if they were looking at him? They'd be talking about him for sure, "What is that filthy Death Eater doing with Harry?" "Probably his last ditch attempt at getting any sort of status. Idiot probably thinks that'll help. Now that his dad is in Azkaban, he's got no—"

"What's been going on lately?" Thankfully being taken out of his spiraling thoughts, he turned his attention back to Harry.

"What… What do you mean?"

Harry could've burst out laughing at that. It was quite obvious Draco knew what he meant and quite frankly there was no point to him playing dumb.

"Draco, you know what I mean." Draco remained quiet. "You know we only come down here if there's something wrong, and I know that there's something wrong."

"I'm fine." Draco knew it was pathetic to lie at this point. Anyone could have taken one look at him and would know he wasn't alright. Whether that, or the fact that this response barely came out as a whisper, both would give it away.

"We both know that's a lie. Talk to me about it, get it off your chest. I don't want to see you suffering in silence anymore."

But he couldn't. He couldn't let out his emotions. His father had trained him like a dog to believe that showing emotions like that made you weak.

So they sat, Harry wasn't going to give up, though he knew getting anything this serious out of Draco would be difficult.

The looming silence hanging over them gave Draco's intrusive thoughts time to sink in, "you'll never be good enough" "all you are is a cruel Death Eater" "you should be rotting in Azkaban with you father".

It was too much.

All at once, it was as if all his emotions billowed onto him. This time he couldn't help the tears starting to cascade down his face, nor the uncontrollable shaking that started to engulf his now fragile form.

It was just too much.

At some point Harry had put his arms around the blonde, soon after whispering words of comfort. His head uncomfortably leant against Harry's shoulder due to the height difference, but that didn't really matter anymore.

Neither were sure how long they stayed like that, all they knew was that the sun had now set and it was growing cold. Draco's sobs had subsided and the shaking gone, he thanked Merlin that Harry hadn't left him.

Draco found himself, yet again, being lead around the castle, this time landing back in the common room. It was mainly empty besides two or three people, which gave them no problem finding somewhere to sit.

Once down on the soft couch, Draco's head was back on Harry's shoulder and Harry's arms had never left his side. They decided not to speak, some things were better left unsaid.

As Draco started falling asleep on Harry next to the fire, he knew he was going to be ok.

Because he and Harry had done what they couldn't.

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #hogwarts #draco x harry #i dont like my writing lol #harry/draco #drarry headcanon #slytherin #gryffindor #draco #harry #harry potter fanfiction #drarry fanfiction #drarry fanfic #drarry angst #angst

[sunshineandstorm]

Hey Jude (Sam Kiszka x Reader - Fluff)

Here you were this morning, phone in hand, ignoring the rest of the world.

@gunpowdergelatin: So how's the weather there?

@ClinkFloyd: Gloomy. It's been raining non-stop since this morning.

@gunpowdergelatin: Really? Wow. It's literally the same here.

@ClinkFloyd: It's okay, though. Your presence makes up for it.

You couldn't help but grin like a mindless idiot as soon as you finished reading the last message he sent. You leaned against your locker, unsure of what to do with the butterflies in your stomach.

How were you supposed to respond to a message like that?

Too busy racking your brain for a decent reply, you were snapped out of your trance when your best friend clapped her hands loudly in front of you.

"Jesus, Grace. You startled me." you say, clutching your chest.

"Bitch, I had to. Why were you grinning so hard? Did Harry Styles finally top the reader in this smashing fic that you're reading?"

Bold of her to assume you were reading fan fiction. Whatever made you smile from ear to ear was undoubtedly so much better than the feels trip you occasionally take in the land of make believe.

"Shut up. I'm not you." you retorted, not wanting her to think you were still stuck in that phase.

Grace furrowed her eyebrows as she tried her hardest to guess the reason why you were beaming. You started walking the hallway to your room, her, following closely behind. The moment she kept up with your pace, she began pestering you with all the questions you answered unenthusiastically.

"I wasn't watching a rom-com either. Just forget it."

"No, I'm not gonna stop until you tell me what happened." she insisted, refusing to back down.

You groan as your walking came to a halt, turning to your stubborn best friend beside you. You contemplated telling her for a while, afraid that she'll think you're stupid for smiling because of a sweet message you received.

Well, it's not like you didn't have the right to. It's just that the person who sent it to you is someone you absolutely know nothing about. You know that he's your age, a classic rock fan just like you are, and that he loves music just as much as you do, but much to your chagrin, that's the bloody extent of it.

You have no idea what he looks like or where he's from. Hell, you don't even know his name. You mentally pat yourself on the back for not knowing basic information about this guy that you've been talking to for a month now, just telling yourself that neither of you bothers to inquire because of how good the conversations get as a sop. And even though you were deprived of his personal info, you did know his deepest and weirdest thoughts, making you feel closer to him in a way.

But if you say you're not a little interested about his personal life, then you'd be lying.

You averted your gaze from the ground to Grace, sighing as you decide to just give in and spill. It's not like she didn't already know everything about you anyway.

"Fine. It's Jude. He said something sweet. Are you happy now?" you shared, immediately regretting your decision as soon as more questions were raised.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're still talking to that guy?"

"So?"

Damn it.

You knew it. You knew you shouldn't have brought him up.

"So? Y/N, you hardly know this guy!"

"But he and I are just talking!"

"Okay, yeah, sure. But occasionally, you flirt with each other and maybe even sext. Bitch, how can I be sure you're not dating this guy through Twitter?"

Your eyes widen at her allegations. You were stunned, partly because she's accusing you of something she would do, but mostly because she's scolding you for it instead of supporting you.

Normally, Grace would tell you that you're too uptight or that you need to let loose and have fun, so having her nag you like she's doing at the moment greatly astounds you. You suppose she's just looking out for you like any best friend would, but she tends to be more impulsive than you, so she's really left you confounded right now.

"Chill, mom. We do nothing but talk about dead or old musicians. And personally, I don't see anything wrong with that." you said, defending yourself.

Grace sighed, admitting to herself that your reasoning made sense, but she still found the whole set-up ridiculous nonetheless.

"Okay, but didn't it ever occur to you that this dude's probably a two?"

You gave her a look of disbelief.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Dude, if he's a ten, then his icon would've been a picture of himself instead of Jim freakin' Morrison."

She has a point, but you were certain that yours is a far better one.

"Well, has it ever occured to you that maybe he wants to keep his personal life private? Stan accounts exist for a goddamn reason, Grace, and it's not so he can show the world how good-looking or unattractive he is."

True enough, fan accounts are dedicated to any phenomenon that floats your boat. Grace didn't have trouble understanding this. She just so happens to find the idea of you, conversing with a total stranger on a daily basis really dumb that she's not holding back from giving you a list of reasons why you shouldn't do so anymore.

"And it doesn't matter if he turns out to be an ugly guy. I'm not dating him, nor do I have any plans to." you added, hoping that she'd stop bombarding you with her arguments.

How concerned she is of your actions is making you feel like you're sinful, and as if you're making the biggest mistake of your life. You thought you've already made her understand your explanation and believe your statement, but you were wrong. She wouldn't let the issue slide, which is unlikely.

"You don't even know what his actual name is!" she said, completely disregarding what you've said prior to her comment.

Another thing that bugs you is that you had no choice but to refer to him as Jude since he has "Hey Jude" as his Twitter name. It's probably not the most practical decision you've ever made, but the lack of essential information sharing between the two of you has prompted you to resort to that solution.

"Oh, come on. As long as I'm not crossing the line, then I'm not doing anything wrong! Can we just drop it and talk about other stuff?"

"Fine." Grace huffed, accepting defeat.

"I was going to drop some bomb on you before things went haywire anyway." she informed you, not wanting to argue with you over this mysterious dude you call "Jude" anymore.

You inched closer to her, having forgotten about Jude for a second as you anticipated the juicy gossip she's about to tell you. You grabbed her arm and shook it, urging her to spare the details already.

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"Chill, baby cakes. It's about Sam."

Samuel Francis Kiszka. That perfect assortment of chromosomes. Oh, how greatly you loved his long brown locks, his glowing skin, and his prepossessing smile. You've had a crush on that boy since forever, but you only ever talked when you needed to and he never really looked your way. Your interest in him dwindled the moment you interacted with Jude on Twitter, but it's not like you're a loss to him.

You, losing your feelings for him does not affect him in any way since he could care less about you. And besides, he always has a string of girls, pining after him wherever he chooses to go.

"Oh. What about him?"

Typically, you're all ears when literally anyone has anything Sam-related to say, but having Jude to talk to has really made you less interested in him.

If Grace noticed how indifferent you seemed after she mentioned Sam, she chose to ignore it.

"He already has a new girl. I wouldn't say they're dating, though, 'cause I overheard his conversation with Danny and learned that he and this chick are just talking as of now. But according to Sam, things are getting pretty serious." she said as a matter-of-factly.

"Oh. Good for him."

Now it's Grace's turn to give you a look of disbelief. She didn't expect you would react this way. This is the first time she's seen you so nonchalant about Sam. She tried to appear as unsurprised as possible, but her facial expression betrayed her, finding it hard to close her mouth that's currently agape. Never in her wildest dreams did she think you wouldn't be bothered by the idea of Sam, dating someone else that's not you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What?" you asked, blinking, confused by her question.

"The last time you found out Sam has a girlfriend, you bawled your eyes out. And now you're out here, unaffected, and saying shit like, 'good for him'? What kind of supernatural being possessed you?"

You chuckled. You tried to give her an answer, but you couldn't find any. You truly didn't know what happened. It could be the fact that you ran out of feelings for Sam because your relationship with him never really progressed after all these years. On the other hand, it could be the fact that you met Jude and grew awfully close to him.

"I don't know. I think it's just that... I found another person to give my attention to."

Grace scoffed, looking pretty disgusted by your response.

"Please don't tell me you're referring to this son of a bitch named Jude."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but yes." you said, dragging her inside your classroom.

"Seriously, Y/N. Eww."

"I don't care what you think, G."

Settling into your seat, you were alarmed upon realizing that you didn't reply to Jude's last message. You quickly fished your phone out of your pocket to send him a message, not wanting him to think he made things weird. The two of you continued to message each other until your physics teacher entered your classroom. It's funny how you didn't only have the gloomy weather in common for both your annoyingly punctual teachers arrived at the same time.

Your mind temporarily shut out thoughts of him as you tried your best to answer this headache of a quiz that was given to you.

- - -

"You guys are still talking?" Grace asked, exasperated, swallowing the food she was chewing.

"We are."

"Grace, seriously. We're just talking. You're worried for nothing." you tried, convincing your best friend to stop giving you dirty looks.

"Fine. What are you guys talking about right now?"

You smiled even though she just rolled her eyes at you, knowing that she wouldn't be able to resist you, no matter how insane she thought you were being.

"He just asked me what my favorite John Denver song is."

"The Music Is You? Sounds cheesy." Grace said after peeking at your conversation with Jude in your phone.

"Trust me, G. Every guy you've dated is way cheesier."

Grace was just about to say something snarky when Sam had an outburst. You and Grace exchanged looks before diverting your attention to Sam and his friends. Thank God you can hear them perfectly from your lunch table.

"Oh, what is it now?" Danny asked, just as annoyed as Grace was a minute ago.

"Her favorite John Denver song is The Music Is You!" Sam answered, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Oh.

My.

God.

Fuck.

Both you and Grace's eyes shot wide open, Sam's words leaving the both of you dumbfounded. Is this really happening? You were too shocked to tell.

You couldn't move. You lost the capability to speak. Your brain won't even form sentences, let alone words right now as it refused to process what your ears had heard. Suddenly, all that you felt was this abnormal pounding sensation in your chest.

If you thought Sam Kiszka couldn't make you weak anymore, you've never been so wrong.

- - -

A/N: PART TWO.

#sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #samuel kiszka #sam kiszka imagine #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka fluff #sam kiszka one shot #greta van fleet #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet x reader #greta van fleet one shot #gvf #sam gvf #gvf edit #gvf imagine #gvf x reader #gvf one shot #sam kiszka edit #sam kiszka fic #sam kiszka fanfic #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fanfic #gvf fanfic #josh gvf #jake gvf #danny gvf #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner

[uglypastels]

Writing Challenge!!

Writing challenges are always so fun to do, so I decided to make one myself for a change. It’s also almost (not really) my birthday and I want to celebrate!!

It’s that time of the year again where it is cold outside, the leaves are falling off the trees, you just want to curl up under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate and watch a movie... Or is that just me? 

Anyway, I love watching a good movie, or even a bad one sometimes.

This is why in this challenge, all prompts are quotes from movies! 

Rules are pretty basic, I’m not fussy about anything.  (prompts > “Keep Reading”)

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice of you, of course, if you did

Reblog this post to join and/or spread the word

Send me an ask wherein you choose a prompt 

Make sure you have a possible back-up if the said prompt is already taken

Preferably, I would like to have one story per prompt, but just in case anyone is really set on a prompt that has already been chosen, or if somehow by miracle every prompt is picked and more people want to join, each prompt will have two slots. (so one regular, one “emergency” slot)

All prompts are movie quotes, but your story doesn’t have to be based on the movie itself or have anything to do with the movie. Interpret the quote any way you want.

BE ORIGINAL! 

BE CREATIVE!

HAVE FUN! 

I would like to call myself a multifandom blog, but who am I kidding. I’m MARVEL’s bitch. 

Write about any MARVEL character/ actor (+ the Hollands/Harrison) you want but

if you want to do a different fandom, you are more than welcome!

Just don’t forget to tell me in your prompt request who you will be writing for.  

Fluff, angst, smut ... everything is allowed - just make sure to tag it.

NO UNDERAGE SMUT! Just don’t be gross, in general 

No, first person, but other perspectives are good to go

Any length of writing is good, but if it is longer than 500 words, make sure to use the “Keep Reading” option.

so the story can be a one-shot, two shot, a series < including a part of a series you already have going on.

When you post it, make sure to tag me and use the tag: 

#Z’s Movie Night Challenge

FOR AN EXTRA CHALLENGE (or if you just can’t pick): hmu with an ask telling me and I will pick for you! But do still mention who you will be writing for then.

Deadline is my birthday - December 18th! 

I will be making a masterlist of all the submissions

I think that’s it. Any more question? DM me or ask

(way too many) Prompts, but at least nobody can complain there is nothing to chose from: 

“I love you.” // “I know.” Star Wars, Episode V: Empire Strikes Back (@andwhatdostarsdobest w/ Tom Holland)

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Gone With the Wind  ( @procrastinatingparker w/ Tom Holland) 

“After all, tomorrow is another day!” Gone With the Wind

“Go ahead, make my day.” Sudden Impact

“Here’s looking at you, kid,” Casablanca

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” Casablanca

“Of all the (gin joints) in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.” Casablanca ( @butwhyduh w/ Avengers cast)

“We’ll always have Paris.” Casablanca

“I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.” the Godfather

“Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.” the Godfather: Part II ( @sunsetspidey w/ Tom Holland)

“Just when I thought I was out, (they) pull me back in.” Godfather: Part III ( @sleepwalkingdragon w/ Harrison Osterfield on hold)

“You talkin’ to me?” Taxi Driver

“Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.” All About Eve

“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Love Story ( @rainbow-marvel w/ Tom Holland)

“Forget everything you think you know.” Doctor Strange

“Pain is an old friend.” Doctor Strange ( @theamazingspiderlingg w/ Tom Holland)

“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.” Cool Hand Luke ( @scholarlyspidey )

“What is it?” // “The stuff that dreams are made off.΅ the Maltese Falcon

“Alright, (Mr. DeMille), I’m ready for my close-up.” Sunset Boulevard

“There is no place like home.” Wizard of Oz ( @peterrrparkour w/ Tom Holland)

“I love the smell of (napalm) in the morning.” Apocalypse Now

“Show me the money!” Jerry Maguire

“You had me at ‘hello’.” Jerry Maguire ( @anxiety-in-a-getaway-car w/ Sebastian Stan)

“You complete me.” Jerry Maguire

“Why don’t you come up sometime and see me?” She Done Him Wrong

“Hey, I’m walking here!” Midnight Cowboy

“I want to be alone.” Grand Hotel ( @aw-hawkeye w/ Tom Holland)

“You can’t handle the truth!” A Few Good Men

“I’ll have what she’s having.” When Harry Met Sally ( @sleepwalkingdragon w/ Harrison Osterfield)

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." When Harry Met Sally (@somethingtoavenge  w/ Bucky Barnes)

“I’ll be back.” Terminator

“Hasta la vista, baby.” Terminator 2: Judgement Day.

“Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.” The Pride of the Yankees

“We rob banks.” Bonnie and Clyde

“Well, nobody’s perfect.” Some Like it Hot

“Houston, we have a problem.” Apollo 13

“I could do this all day.” Captain America: The First Avenger/ Civil War

“We’re still friends, right?” Captain America: Civil War ( @starksparker w/ Tom Holland)

“Have you been playing Space Invaders? Because you’re invading my space!” Pixels ( @cas-backwards-tie w/ Peter Parker)

“Well, a boy’s best friend is his mother.” Psycho

“Well here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!” Sons of the Desert

“Say hello to my little friend.” Scarface

“(Mrs. Robinson) You’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?” the Graduate

“What a dump.” Beyond the Forest

“Is it safe?” Marathon Man

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard nothin' yet!" the Jazz Singer

“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” A Streetcar Named Desire

“Hello, gorgeous.” Funny Girl

“Surely you can’t be serious?” // “I am serious. And don’t call me Shirley.” Airplane!

“My precious.” Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

"Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it? You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!"  On Golden Pond ( @musiclover1263 w/ Peter Parker)

"Carpe diem. Seize the day(, boys). Make your live(s) extraordinary." Dead Poet Society.

“I’m the king of the world!” Titanic

“I’ll never let go, (Jack).” Titanic ( @spider-puck w/ Spideychelle)

“You make me want to be a better man.” As Good as it Gets ( @thewackywriter w/ mob!Tom Holland)

“As if!” Clueless ( @fratboievans w/ Peter Parker)

“They’re here!” Poltergeist

“We know each other. He’s a friend from work.” Thor: Ragnarok

“Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! (This is the War Room.)” Dr. Strangelove

“I wish I knew how to quit you!” Brokeback Mountain ( @petersshirts w/ Tom Holland) 

“I’m not bad. I’m just (drawn) that way.” Who Framed Roger Rabbit (@lovelymalira w/ Bucky Barnes)

“Why so serious?” the Dark Knight

“Magic Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all.” Snow White and the Seven Dwarves ( @thequeensardine w/ Harrison Osterfield)

“.... I dare you. I double dare you.” Pulp Fiction ( @hollandofthefree w/ Tom Holland)

“Look I probably should have told you this before but you see... well... insanity runs in my family... It practically gallops.” Arsenic and Old Lace

“It’s just a flesh wound.” Monty Python and the Holy Grail ( @sarahwritesfiction  w/ Steve Rogers)

“He might be okay….Well, no, probably not now.” Groundhog Day

“Life’s a bitch; now so am I.” Batman Returns ( @idontknowhowtowritesosorry w/ Shawn Mendes)

“That rug really tied to room together, did it not?” The Big Lebowski

“No, it’s a cardigan, but thanks for noticing.” Dumb and Dumber

“Is that all he said?” Lost in Translation

“Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler.” Office Space ( @totallytomholland w/ Peter Parker)

“You wanna come over?” // “No, thanks. I don’t want you fucking up my life, too.” Office Space (@mobtomsgirl w/ Tom Holland)

“Okay, sounds like a case of the Mondays.” Office Space

“And suddenly, I felt nothing.” Fight Club ( @brokennccrown w/ Steve Rogers)

“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist.” Begin Again

“(Veronica), you look like hell.” // “Yeah, I just got back.” Heathers ( @peter-is-the-best-avenger w/ Peter Parker or Tom Holland)

“Lick it up, baby. Lick it up.” Heathers

��But… I guess if I love you, I should let you move on.” 17 Again

“I want my life to be like an 80’s movie.” Easy A

“What makes life so hard?” // “People.” An Affair to Remember

“Have you ever been in love?” // “I think so.” Love, Simon (@fandomscombine w/ Peter Parker)

“I don’t wanna go.” Avengers: Infinity War (@fantasyizlife w/ Tom Holland)

“I don’t want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?” Avengers: Infinity War

“I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.” Guardians of the Galaxy ( @fantasyizlife w/ Shawn Mendes)

“You actually were telling the truth?” // “I do that quite a lot, yet people are always surprised.” Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest ( @fantasyizlife w/ Harrison Osterfield)

“I have what they call an unattractive face.” Gainsbourg: A Heroic Life

“Oh, somebody, stop me!” The Mask

“I didn’t come here to tell you I can’t live without you. I can live without you. I just don’t want to.” Rumor Has It ( @marcymakemagic w/ Peter Parker)

“Are you always this cocky?” // “Only on Tuesdays… and whenever beautiful women are involved.” // “So, you think I’m beautiful?” // “Actually… it’s Tuesday.” the Three Musketeers  ( @tomhollanders2013 w/ Tom Holland)

“I’m going to be a lady if it kills me.” Dinner at Eight

“Prove it…” Shane

“I’m sorry, (Dave). I’m afraid I can’t do that.” 2001: A Space Odyssey

“Kiss my hot lips.” M*A*S*H*

“You have my sympathies.” Alien

“Get away from her, (you bitch)!” Aliens

“You can be my wingman anytime.” Top Gun

“Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moonlight?” Batman

“Love your suit.” The silence of the Lambs

“Quid pro quo.” (= A favor for a favor) The Silence of the Lambs

“Always.” Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II ( @peter-parker-life w/ Tom Holland)

Good luck, have fun! 

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[sirius]

9 and 14 with James, maybe the reader is James's younger sister. Bonus: she's been secretly dating Sirius? Love ur fics btw I'm honestly just in awe everytkme I read something u written

I actually don’t like the way this one ended, but it has to end this way, due to the prompts, and it’s 3am and i’m weak. btw this is the longest prompt i’ve ever written, it’s 8 pages long and 2650 words. lol. 

9. “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?” and 14. “Take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”

Falling for your brother’s best friend was, perhaps, one of the biggest cliché’s in cliché history. It’s the type of cliché that is recycled as the plot of (most) erotic romance novels for bored, middle-aged witches. And as much as you hated cliché’s, it was your reality.

It started in your fifth year, in the Astronomy tower while a rowdy, victory party raged below you. An innocent kiss, which had led to a passionate make out session, which evolved into a heated shag against the wall, rushed and sweaty and delicious.

Of course, the guilt had harassed you every time you and Sirius met up. But you couldn’t resist him, and it suddenly wasn’t just about the sex anymore. It was secret dates in Hogsmeade and nights spent inside a make-shift pillow fort, sipping fire whiskey and talking about the future. It was cuddles and forehead kisses and tickle wars and picnics beside the Black Lake. He held you like a promise of protection, and Sirius never broke his promises.

It was… beautiful.  

The fear of getting caught intesified, however, when Sirius moved in, because it wasn’t just James anymore, it was your father, too. Father and son are very much alike, much to your dismay. But, for some odd reason, the risk makes everything more exciting.

Just thinking about the nights you spent, tangled with Sirius in an ocean of white sheets and earth-shattering pleasure makes you feel light-headed, and you squeeze your thighs together, the delicious ache between your legs Sirius had left intensifying. His body hovering over you, skin against skin, his lips spilling over your neck, his hands mapping out your curves, pushing in and pulling out rough and hard and fast–

“Good morning, Lulu,” James greets, his childhood nickname for you on his grin. You dispel the images of the previous night as James bends down and kisses the crown of your head. You throw an orange at your affectionate brother and it hits the back of his head. “That’s rude.”

“Well, I am a Potter,” you remark, taking a bite of your pancake.  

“That, you are.”

“Though mummy could have had a steamy, summer love affair with some hunky, young muggle called…Steven”

“Why Steven?” James asks, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewing languidly.

“I don’t know,” you remark, “it was the first name that came to mind…”

“Well, you’re not naming my child,” James remarks, piling his plate with bacon and egg.

“It’s not as bad as – I don’t know – Harry,” you retort, leaning across the table and stabbing a piece of fruit with your fork.

“That’s a fucking awful name,” James cringes, “I quite like the name Elvendork. It’s unisex and very practical…”

“That’s not a name!” you exclaim, “That’s just sounds smashed together.”

Just as you say it, Sirius Black enters the kitchen, the scent of his cologne infusing the air around you. Your heart dances like leaves caught in a summer breeze.

“Morning Prongs,” Sirius nods, before taking a seat beside you, “Morning Minnie.” Your nickname on his lips makes your heart melt through your ribs and pool somewhere in your panties. 

“Mornin’ Padfoot,” James mumbles through a mouthful of food, oblivious to your blushing cheeks, “Wouldcha pass the waffles?”

Sirius grabs the plate of waffles and leans across the table, dropping them in front of James. His arm grazes against yours as he does so, and it leaves invisible scorch marks on your skin.

“So, whats the plan for today?” Sirius asks as he begins to fill his plate with food.

“Well, Moony and Wormtail are coming by today,” James remarks, taking a sip of coffee, “And I think we were going to have a game of Quidditch.”

“Excellent,” Sirius grins, delightedly.

“As long as I’m not on the same team as boof head here, then I’m in,” you quip, tossing a nod in James’ direction.

“Come on, (Y/N),” James whines, “We’re the unstoppable duo. What would Godric Gryffindor say if he knew his star seeker refuses to get along with her Captain?”

“I think he would agree with me once he learned how much of a competitive asshole you are,” you drawl. Sirius snorts, and something about his approval makes your heart swell with pride.

“I’m just passionate.”

“You’re just fanatical,” you snip, “It’s bloody embarrassing.”

“Don’t be afraid to tell us how you really feel,” James drawls, though the corners of his lips are pinched in a loose grin.

“This is somewhat awkward,” Sirius confesses, “Especially when the salt is sitting in the middle of your upcoming family lawsuit.”

“You’ll get use to our bickering,” you smile, passing him the salt “If I don’t stab him with my fork first…”

“Regs – I mean – Regulus and I used to argue all the time…”

You and James shared a furtive glance as Sirius talk a bite out of his toast, his gaze boring holes into the butter dish. Silence hung over the breakfast table, filled only with the scraping of cutlery and the crunch of toast and bacon. An urge to take Sirius’ hand under the table overwhelms you, and you place a hand over his. Sirius shoots you a grateful glance, eyes brimming with grey melancholy.

“Anyway, Pads” James says, his voice rippling through the silence. You jerk your hand away from Sirius, “What do you think of the name Elevendork?”

“Ah, good name. It’s unisex,” Sirius grins and you face palm.

“Neither of you are naming my child,” you grumble, and hearty laughter bubbles in the air.

“Alright, that’s it, I’m having a break,” you announce, throwing your broomstick on your shoulder and pacing away. James zooms down and staggers to the ground, his hair windswept and eyes bright.

“Potters don’t have breaks,” James snaps, chasing after you, “Come on, team Potter is on a winning streak.”

“James, you are pathetic,” you drawl, “I’m starving and I have to pee.”

“Yeah, Prongs, it’s not as though this is the Quidditch World Cup,” Remus adds, catching up to the two of you, “It’s your backyard for Merlin’s sake.”

“It’s still Quidditch,” James snips, causing both you and Remus to roll your eyes.

“This is why I’m not on the Gryffindor Quidditch team,” Remus mumbles, stabbing a thumb in James’ direction. You stifle a snigger.

“Giving up already?” Sirius calls after you, “We’re just getting started.”

“No wonder you’re playing so poorly,” you remark, spinning around to face him and walking backwards, “Honestly, my grandmother could play better than you and she’s dead.”

Remus barks a laugh and awards you with a fist pump.

“Aw, that’s cute,” Sirius grins, jogging up beside you. “Pretending to act like you weren’t distracted out there is so sweet.”

Heat tickles your cheeks and you spin around, curtaining your blushing cheeks with your hair. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, what are you talking about, Pads?” James inquires, brow raised suspiciously.

“I’m just saying, there were plenty of opportunities for Minnie to catch the snitch, yet she seemed…distracted.”

Sirius was right. Your focus had been lingering between Sirius and the lean muscles flexing beneath his Quidditch shirt. Sirius seemed to be giving you a knowing grin and you averted your gaze, staring at the ground.

“Hey, can you guys wait up,” a flustered Peter pants, trailing behind the four of you.

“Sorry, Wormy,” James drops his pace, walking beside Peter while you and Remus walk ahead. Sirius sends you a flirtatious wink before joining Peter and James, and your cheeks flare as you and Remus pace toward your house.

“You know I hate to say it but…Sirius is right,” Remus mumbles.

“I wasn’t distracted,” you say, brashly, “I was just waiting for the right opportunity.”

“Uh-huh,” Remus nods, “Like how you’re ‘waiting for the right opportunity’ to tell James about you and Sirius.” You gape at Remus and the sandy-haired boy chortles, shaking his head, “I may hang around idiots but that doesn’t mean that I am one…”

“How long have you known?” you ask, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“That doesn’t matter,” Remus smiles, batting the question away as though it had materialized in front of him, “What matters is that you’re honest about your feelings. For James’ sake.”

You sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “You’re right. Dammit, Remus, I hate it when you’re right.”

“I know,” Remus grins, proudly, “You also love it, though.”

You shake your head and jab him playfully in the ribs, “Yeah. I do.”

Remus and Peter had left after dinner, but the formers words hadn’t left you at all. He was right, after all. You have to be honest and clear. It’s the least James deserves.  

Swinging on the swing strung on the large sycamore tree behind your house, you feel the summer breeze tickle your cheeks and filter through your hair as you try to figure out what to say. A lot had happened on this swing, which was large enough to occupy two people. But this was your spot of thought and contemplation.

Before you can string together a proper sentence, however, you hear familiar footsteps approach you, and then his voice fills the night air.

“Looks like you could use some company…”  

You regard him over your shoulder, “What makes you think I’ll want yours, Sirius Black?”

Sirius sinks into spot beside you. “Don’t know, really. I just have this gut feeling that you do.”

You laugh, trying to ignore the heat radiating from Sirius onto you. Your bare thigh brushes against his, igniting sparks beneath your skin.

“Is it the same gut feeling that lands you in detention all the time?” you quip. Sirius chortles.

“Nah,” he murmurs after a beat of silence, “It’s better.”

You feel his gaze sweep over you and you suddenly feel self-conscious of every centimeter of skin on your body. You wish you had chosen a prettier sundress, or slapped on more make-up.

“What is it like?” you whisper, daring to look into Sirius’ eyes.

Sirius raises a hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers trace your jaw and travel down your neck, wrapping around your pulse point. “It’s like…fireworks or Butterflies, flying in formation. And it always happens when I’m around you.”

“Sirius…” you whisper, “we have to tell James.”

Sirius nods, his thumb gently dragging across your throat. “I know.”

You see the guilt flicker across his handsome features, and something chews away in your chest. This is just as hard for him as it is for you, you can tell. But if James truly loves both of you, he will understand that this is so much more than chemical lust. It’s love. Strange and magical and beautiful. It’s you and Sirius, sitting on your swing, bathing in moonlight and basking in the glow of one million stars.  

Leaning forward, you press your lips to Sirius in a languid kiss, your lips whispering how much you love him. Sirius kisses back, his other hand moving to cup your cheek before wrapping around tendrils of your hair. It’s not the first time you’ve kissed him, but every time your lips meet, it’s like he’s igniting every dying star inside your soul, sparking every flame into a wild fire, and he burns but you love it.

When you break away, Sirius plants a tender kiss to your forehead and you rest your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you protectively. Both of you fail to notice that you’re no longer alone, and it’s only when someone clears their throat that the two of you leap apart, jumping from the swing and spinning around.

“By all means, snog in front of me like I don’t exist,” James drawls, his face contorted into what looks like a cringe and a grimace. But there’s a fire in his eyes that is only lit by rage, and it swallows you up in hazel flames.

“James,” You murmur, “Please, listen to me…”

“My best friend is snogging my little sister and I’m supposed to just listen to you,” James growls, moving toward Sirius. Sirius steps back but James keeps charging toward him. You step between them, pushing a gentle hand against James’ chest.

“James, take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”

“Calm down?!” James roars, “Calm down?! Are you really going to tell me that?”

“James, please.”

James’ eyes dart between the two of you before he rakes a hand through his hair.  

“My sister and my best friend,” he mutters, repeatedly, as he begins to pace back and forth. “How long? How long have you been shagging my sister?”

“It doesn’t matter, James.” Sirius says, his voice steady but his eyes pleading.

“Yes, I think it does fucking matter!” James snarls, voice venomous and low.

“No, it doesn’t. Because I love your sister, James. I love her. I always have, and I always will.” Sirius snaps, but there is no anger in his voice, “She gives me purpose and hope and I’ve never been more happy in my life. I fucking love your sister, James, and I will sell my soul for her happiness without a hint of hesitation.”

Unshed tears glisten in your eyes as you gaze at Sirius, and his hand moves to cup your own, holding it flat against his chest.

“You mean everything to me, (Y/N). I love you more than those three words could ever mean. I love you. Just you. Always you.”

“I love you too, Sirius,” you whisper, biting down on your bottom lip, “I love you so much.”

Moving toward Sirius, you throw your arms around him and capture him in a warm embrace. He buries his face in your neck and you press a gentle kiss to his neck and it’s beautiful, it’s perfect, it’s real.

And it’s in front of James.

You break apart slowly, before turning to James, whose face in unreadable. You gaze at James, begging him for his blessing, because as much as you love Sirius, James is your brother and you love him, even when you think you hate him.

“You…You love him?” James murmurs. You nod fervently and take Sirius’ hand. James’ eyes flick toward Sirius. “You love her?”

“More than anything.”

There is another still silence, in which the tension threatens to bury you alive. James’ hands tear through his hair again before a laugh of disbelief leaves his lips.

“My sister and my best friend,” he mutters, and then a flicker of a smile crosses his lips, “My sister and my best friend!”

Unbelievably, amazingly, James is grinning, and it’s such a dramatic change in mood, you have to blink several times to believe it.

“My sister and my best friend!” James steps forward and slaps a hand on Sirius shoulder, beaming at the two of you.

“So…y–you’re not mad anymore?” Sirius stammers, hardly able to believe it himself, “We’re still…friends?”

“It’s going to be…weird…and I’m still angry that you kept this a secret from me but…my sister and my best friend.” James smiles, before adding more seriously, “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?”

Sirius gulps thickly, “I – er – believe you.”

James nods, before a grin tickles his lips and he beams at the two of you. You take Sirius’ hand, interlace your fingers with his, and you smile because this is okay now, no more secrecy, no more sneaking around, this is real and this is okay.

It’s cliché, but you don’t care anymore. Fuck clichés. This is love, and it’s real.

Friends fans will understand what i did there ;) also, yeah, i’m not super proud of James’ reaction in this, but it has to be this way so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

no more prompts please

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[illuminating-dragons]

Recreation

Summary:  After the Wizarding War, Dudley has a choice to make. He can go back home, back to where he knows who he is, or go out into the world, and try to become something more. He chooses the braver option.

Word Count: 3,497

Notes: Requested by @harryjamesheadcanons

           The Wizarding War was the first time in his life Dudley felt powerless.

           As a child, he could send his parents scurrying with a few screams. His teachers were afraid of his mother’s shrieks, the neighbours were afraid of Vernon Dursley’s influence, and the kids were afraid of his fists.

           The kids, of course, including his cousin.

           But after the Dementors, Dudley realized that his power wasn’t enough to make people like him. And it wasn’t enough now to drown out the voices he’d heard, the voices he could hear so much more clearly now—the ones that said he was slow and clumsy and cruel and stupid, and wouldn’t be worth much once he was alone in the world.

           Dudley was lucky during the war. He wasn’t alone; his mother and father were there, and Hestia and Dedalus were there too. They got some snippets of news, terrible as it was, but they were far away from it in that little cabin in Wales.

           They were too far away.

           Dudley hated the terrible wizard (couldn’t say his name, couldn’t say his name even though he knew it, heard his cousin screaming it in his sleep), hated that he used his power on defenceless Muggles. It wasn’t fair; just like the giant giving him a tail as a child hadn’t been fair. The Muggles had no chance; they didn’t even know what they were facing. They didn’t know what to be scared of.

           And Dudley knew then the depth of his own hypocrisy.

           He’d bullied and cheated and lied his way through life, letting his parents spoil him, letting himself indulge in whatever he wanted. And now he was being hidden by his cousin’s friends because You-Know-Who might come after them.

           Might. They were his blood relatives, the people he’d lived with for so many years, and no one was quite certain that the Death Eaters would think to use them as leverage.

           That was terrible. And it was partly Dudley’s fault.

           He tried to talk to his parents about it, but his father spent most of those months drinking and staring at the telly mindlessly. When Dudley tried to bring up his fears, his worries, his father would shake his head.

           “You’re a fine lad, Dudders,” he slurred. “Better’n any of these freaks.”

           Once Dudley would have believed him. Now the words felt like a well-executed series of punches to the gut.

           His mother wasn’t much help either. She was thinner now, nearly skeletal, and spent her day wandering the house, trying to clean things again and again, no matter how many times Hestia offered to do it by magic.  “Dudley, this isn’t our world. This isn’t our fight. Your cousin had no right to get us involved.”

           “We’re his family!” Dudley shouted back one day. “We should be involved.”

           He recoiled a second later from his mother’s scream. “We are not his family! My sister made that choice long ago, and now we are suffering because of him!”

           Stunned, Dudley went upstairs and locked his bedroom door. That wasn’t right, a voice inside him insisted. Something was wrong.

           Dudley stopped bringing up his questions with his parents, but he worked it out on his own as best he could. He even asked Hestia if she could help him. Dudley felt horrible as he choked out what he was, what he’d done, but she listened.

           “You need some serious help,” was what she said. “You poor, poor child.”

           Hestia had been studying to be a mind Healer—Dudley thought it must be like being a psychologist—and even though she wasn’t fully trained she helped him through some of his problems. They stole moments together late at night and early morning, talking about the problems indulgence causes, the identity crisis that can happen once someone realizes their behaviour has been wrong, and the difficulty of pulling away from toxic behaviour when it is endorsed at home.

           Then the war was over—Hestia cried and told him about all the people who were now dead, but not Harry, not Harry, and Dudley was so grateful he almost cried—and they could go home. But Dudley didn’t go with them.

           “I’m finished with school,” he told them. “I want to go away for a while.”

           His parents let him, still too hurt themselves to really notice his struggles. Dudley moved to Manchester alone. They gave him a small allowance, and that was enough for a small flat. Dudley got a job as a janitor at the news building, and cleaned without complaint. He’d never done it before, but to his surprise it turned out to be interesting and even easy. It brought him a lot of pride to see the clean rooms, and soon he started making friends in the building. Well, friends was perhaps a strong word; he was friendly with some of the people who worked in the newsroom, because he always came and cleaned, no matter what the mess was.

           One lady was always nice to him. Her name was Iris. She was a film critic, and she was frightened of him at first. He could see the fear in her face and shoulders. He used to enjoy those signs. Now it made him sad.

           That was fixed his second week, when he went to get more supplies from the closet and found Iris struggling with Paula Murt, her boss.

           His boxing training got the older woman away from Iris long enough for her to call the police. Iris was Paula’s latest victim, and her other office mates rallied around her, giving testimony to years of sexual and physical abuse. Dudley wished he could have helped sooner, or that he’d hit the woman harder.

           From that point on, everyone in that office was kind to Dudley. They chatted with him when he came in, started being more careful about messes, and they told him all about their lives. Pretty soon Dudley knew almost everything about everyone. “You’re good at keeping secrets,” Iris explained, now the head writer in that division. “That’s why we trust you.”

           Of course he was good at keeping secrets. He didn’t have anyone to talk to outside of work.

           Besides Iris, his favourite person in the office was Beth. Beth was the food critic, she had three sons and a cheerful husband, and she wasn’t scared of Dudley. She was a boxer too, and they’d done a few training sessions together. Afterwards, they would go out to eat. Beth would ask him how he liked the food, and Dudley (who’d kept losing weight and now tried to eat only good food) would give her his opinion. Apparently he was funny, because Beth would laugh.

           “You should try writing for the paper,” Beth urged him.

           Dudley shook his head. “I’m no good.”

           “Oh, go on.”

           “I mean it. I’m not good at writing.”

           Beth didn’t believe him, but that didn’t matter in the end. The next week all three of her children fell ill, and she had to stay home from work. When she called in, Iris waved Dudley over.

           “Beth says you’d be a good replacement. What do you think?”

           “I think I don’t write very well.”

           “Are you dyslexic?”

           “No, I can read.” Dudley bowed his head. “I’ve just always had a hard time writing. It’s not my hands.”

           “Show me, please.”

           Dudley couldn’t refuse.

           Iris looked at his scrawled gibberish. “I think you might have dysgraphia. It’s a problem with writing.”

           “What do I do about it?”

           “I’m not sure about what you would do as an adult; that probably should have been caught when you were young. I’ll make some calls, alright? See what I can do. In the meantime, can you read your writing?”

           “Yes.”

           “Why don’t you go out then and take notes. When you get back, I may have a solution.”

           Dudley returned from the new seafood restaurant having just barely escaped food poisoning. “I want to write about those idiots.” He showed Iris the dozen or so pages of scribbles.

           “You can,” Iris replied. She indicated a short man. “This is Leo. He’s an editor, he can transcribe what you’re saying.”

           Leo was new to the building, dressed all in blue, and he had the biggest brown eyes Dudley had ever seen. They spent an afternoon going through Dudley’s impressions: “décor like an old antique shop”—“fish on the wrong side of raw”—“my server was the only bright spot; she noticed the mold on the sauce before I did”. Dudley wanted to publish under Beth’s byline, but Leo insisted they make their own. They finally agreed on Lee Durley.

           When Beth returned to work, she was delighted to see that Dudley had been hired as a food critic. From then on, Lee Durley appeared every other day, usually covering the extreme restaurants; the cheap, the expensive, the awful, the exquisite (not always at the same time). Leo and Dudley would go out together and eat. They only ate at places once, hence the column name ‘One Time Review’. Beth went to the restaurants a few times to compare, and that created a playful dialogue between the columns that people loved.

           It wasn’t long before Dudley and Leo were going out on nights when they had no column to write, just to spend time together. Other nights they would go to Leo’s (much nicer) apartment and Leo would encourage Dudley through writing exercises. After four months of this Dudley managed to write a review entirely on his own by hand, and he’d learn proper shorthand. Ecstatic, Leo kissed him.

           And for the first time in years—maybe the first time ever—Dudley was happy.

           He was trembling as he tried to decide whether or not to call his parents. He remembered another time that had set him trembling this badly.

           “Who’s Cedric, your boyfriend?”

           And he’d prayed in the split second before Harry answered that he wasn’t, because Harry was a freak and Harry was wrong and if he liked boys, that meant it was a freak thing to do. And Dudley might have done many things but he’d never hurt someone for being queer. He wasn’t sure what his parents would do. Particularly since it turned out he wasn’t gay at all, because before Leo there’d been a brief fling with Jessica from the finance column. Leo had just gotten top surgery the year before, and he’d told Dudley that he was still willing to bear children. So he was…poly? Pan? He wasn’t sure how to say it right, to say that he understood that there were more than two genders and he liked more than two genders. He just loved Leo.  

           But his parents surprised him. “Bring him down to meet us,” his mother squealed, and his father said only, “I’m glad you’ve found someone.”        

           The next few years were cheerful ones. Dudley and Leo got hired full-time to write their column, and apart from occasional experiences with food poisoning (and one memorable day when a restaurant caught fire), it was a pleasant experience. Dudley and Leo moved into a flat together, and they had a decent life.

           And then Leo had to make a decision.

           “I want to have your baby,” he told Dudley. “And I better do it now, before I start too many hormone treatments.”

           Dudley was terrified. A child? Could he do that? The way he’d been raised, he knew next to nothing about parenting. It wasn’t about giving kids what they wanted at all times, it was about raising them, teaching them to be good, all of those things.

           But Leo had his heart set on it, and Iris encouraged them, and Dudley agreed. They would try for a child.

           Leo became pregnant almost immediately, and the next nine months were hard on both of them. Dudley was frantic, trying to find every book he could and read them as quick as possible, ad he was trying to protect his partner from being attacked.

           “I don’t mind them misgendering me,” Leo said through tears one night, a hand on his pregnant belly. “God knows it’s weird to see a pregnant man. But I just…I just want my baby, why do I have to go back to being Rachel to do that?”

           Dudley held his hands and took care of him and wrote most of their columns on his own. Leo learned to make concessions; he let his hair grow out again (and after the baby was born, he  kept it almost to his shoulders) and wore more ‘feminine clothes’, though he drew the line at dresses. After the first few miserable months of morning sickness, he joined Dudley for some of their reviews. They were actually in a restaurant when Leo’s water broke.

           He laboured for twelve hours, and he had to check in as Rachel and Dudley was told to ‘support your girlfriend’. But neither of them minded, because at the end of twelve hours they were together as partners, Leo and Dudley, as they held their baby daughter.

           She was named for her godmothers, Iris Elizabeth Dursley. Her grandparents squealed over her, but Dudley took them aside and said something quietly.

           “I don’t know if she’s magic. She might be. If she is, you better not turn your backs on her, or you will lose contact with all of us.”

           Shaken, his parents nodded. Dudley wasn’t sure if they would actually behave, but he intended to stick to his guns no matter what.

           A few days later, Dudley and Leo had their first picture taken of them above their column, with Iris in Leo’s arms. They’d never revealed their real names, and it was a big step for Leo to come out that way, but he insisted he was okay with it. “The more visibility, the better for young kids who don’t feel right in their own skin.”

           The photo brought in loads of mail, a lot of it pleasant, some of it so nasty that Iris (the Elder, which is what Leo called her) got the police after the senders, and one letter Dudley had never thought he would see.

           It was the last letter of the day, and Dudley was sitting with Iris in a sling, and he read it with utter shock.

           Dear Big D,

           Congratulations on your partner and your baby! She looks very sweet, she really takes after her fathers. I’m happy to see that you’ve made a life for yourself, outside of our old house. That must have taken a lot of effort, and I hope you feel satisfied.

           I’ve wondered where you were for a while now; I didn’t want to contact your parents, and I couldn’t find any record of you in Surrey. I’d be happy to come to Manchester; I don’t to make you travel with an infant, I know how hard that is. If you don’t want to see me, that’s fine, but I thought I’d better take this chance to write.

                                                                                                         Your Cousin,

                                                                                                          Harry Potter

           The return address on the letter was a postal box in London. Dudley waited until Leo woke up the next morning, and they talked about what they should do. Leo didn’t know about the magical world, but he knew the rest of the story.

           “It doesn’t sound like your cousin is really asking for anything,” Leo said carefully. “I think he just wants to see you. But hasn’t he heard of Facebook?”

           “I don’t think he’s the type for that,” Dudley said carefully. He really wasn’t quite sure how much to say. “I would like to see him. We have unfinished business.”

           Leo caught his wrist as he tried to rise. “Dudley, just remember that this is your life now. You’ve done a hard job of reinventing yourself. I don’t want your cousin to trigger you into going back.”

           “I’d rather die than be what I once was,” Dudley said. “Because I wouldn’t be worthy of you or Iris.” And he meant it. He hated the person he’d once been, and though he knew parts of it were because of his parents, a lot of it fell on his shoulders.

           Dear Harry,

           I think it would be nice to reconnect. Do you have access to a phone? My number is on the back of this, and you can call and arrange a time. If you can’t phone, write me back straight away.  

                                                                                                       Your Cousin,

                                                                                                               Dudley

           Harry called two days later. “Hello, Dudley.”

           “Harry.” Dudley fumbled for words; what should he say? What do you say when you have history like theirs?

           He heard a baby’s cry from the other end. “You have a child?”

           “I have three.” Harry sounded tired, but very proud. “Lily’s my baby, and I have two sons, James and Al.”

           “That’s nice. Leo and I are just going to have Iris.”

           “How is she?”

           “She’s…incredible. Babies are so small.” Dudley blushed. Obviously babies are small.

           But Harry just said, “I know. You’d think after having almost a dozen nieces and nephews and three kids of my own I’d get used to it, but…they’re so small.”

           Dudley wasn’t quite sure what to say next.

           “Would it be okay if we had a visit?” Harry asked. “I’ve rather gotten out of the habit of using a phone.”

           “Sure. I still have some time off, I could come down…do you live in London?”

           “Yes, but I can come up. It’s free for me to travel, right?”

           Dudley lowered his voice. “You mean the…the Disapparating thing?”

           “Yes, exactly. When are you free?”

           “I can take Iris to the park tomorrow afternoon. We could meet there.”

           And with some directions and a final, awkward goodbye, Dudley ended the first conversation with his cousin in eleven years.

           He showed up a couple of minutes late the next day, pushing Iris in her pram. Harry was sitting on a bench. He was wearing a Tshirt and jeans, ones that actually fit him, and he had a few lines around his eyes but nothing major. Dudley couldn’t think what the major difference was, until he realized that Harry looked happy. He’d never seen his cousin look that way.

           They shook hands and Dudley joined him on the bench, lifting Iris out of her pram. Harry cooed at the baby. “She’s even more lovely in person.”

           “What do your family look like?”

           “That’s right, you’ve never met Ginny. I forgot.” Harry pulled a picture from his pocket of a red haired woman with a small redhead boy and a dark haired boy on her lap. Harry sat next to her in the picture, cuddling a baby with masses of red hair. The picture moved, and Dudley watched fascinated as the little family played together.

           “They’re beautiful, Harry,” he muttered.

           “I know they are.” Harry smiled at his family before he put the picture away. “So…food critic? What’s that like?”

           “It’s nice. Better when the food isn’t terrible, but in some ways that makes the writing more fun.”    

           Harry laughed. “I know. I went and dug up the rest of the columns once I realized it was you and your partner. You write well.”

           “Leo taught me. Apparently I actually have a condition that makes it hard to write.”

           “That’s terrible.”

           “Should have caught it ages ago.” People would have, if his dad’s money and mum’s voice hadn’t kept forcing the teachers to move him along, if they hadn’t insisted nothing was wrong with him…

           “They fucked us up, didn’t they?”

           Harry’s bluntness startled Dudley into honesty. “Yes, they did. I love them, though. They thought they were doing what’s best.”

           “No,” Harry corrected him gently. “They knew what they were doing what’s best. They wouldn’t listen to anyone, because you were theirs, and they knew best.”

           Dudley couldn’t bring himself to defend his parents to the cousin who’d lived under his stairs, who’d worn his castoffs. “I had their love, at least. I think you had it worse.”

           “I don’t think so,” Harry said. “Looking back now, I really don’t. But that’s coming from my end.”

           Dudley just nodded. He stood up. “I can’t stay long,” he blurted, and really, he couldn’t. “Leo and I need to work on a quick column. But if you want, we could walk back together, it’s not far.”

           Harry smiled. “I’d like that.”

           And so began an awkward relationship. Dudley never quite lost his suspicion of wizards and magic, and the looks he got from some of Harry’s family made him suspect he was right to be cautious. Besides, he and his cousin had built separate lives, and with everything in their past it was probably for the best that they kept it that way.

           But every Christmas Harry sent cards of cash for him and Leo and toys for Iris, and Dudley sent the same. They kept in touch on the phone once a month, and finally grew comfortable when those calls ended in silence as they tried to bridge a gap that twenty-eight years had dug.

           That gap had a helping hand once Iris had grown up brilliant and Muggle, and met Lucy Weasley at university.

Note: This has been edited after some comments about Dudley speculating about being poly or pan. I realize now that I edited out a line that implied him having previous attraction to women, which would prompt that speculation. That's been fixed now, and I apologize for the confusion. If Dudley was attracted to men only, he would be gay and still attracted to Leo. Trans men are men.

#harry potter fanfiction #dudley dursley #hestia jones #harry potter #harry potter AU #fading scars universe #dudley dursley/leo hall (fading scars) #leo hall (fading scars) #beth walsh (fading scars) #iris heath (fading scars) #iris dursley (fading scars) #petunia dursley #vernon dursley #tw child abuse #trans male character #trans pregnancy #dudley dursley redemption arc

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Writing Tag

Hey guys! The lovely @edoqawa tagged me (two days ago  …oops) and I am finally here to fulfill my tagging duties. Thank you so much for thinking of me while doing this!

I tag @elliewritesstories @zonfatima @writingblogbyrose @regius-rex-rgis@stackofnotebooks @robinbibliophile and if anyone else wants to do it then go for it!!

1. Do you write a specific genre or no? Which ones do you gravitate towards?

So, I don’t think that I stay to one particular genre but I find that fantasy/science fiction are somewhat easier for me and overall more fun.

2. What is your biggest pet peeve in writing?

Sometimes I feel like I don’t have the right vocab or language to accurately depict exactly what the mood is and mood is usually the most concrete concept I have on scenes which frustrates me to no end. Also, proper grammar annoys me because I can never remember it.

3. What do you believe is your biggest strength?

I’ve been told that I am good at descriptions and voice but that’s my voice and not my characters which is what I need to work on.(Darn me for having such a big personality)

4. What is the best book you ever read?

I don’t like picking favorites so I’m gonna name a few. Obviously I’m going to have to include Harry Potter but if I’m being honest, at this point of my life, I kind of love the Percy Jackson books a little more. Rick Riordan just has this lovely way of writing and it’s so fun and light hearted but still kind of heavy with death and evil and I just really love it so much. Then there’s Laini Taylor. Oh my god Laini Taylor. She is a Picasso of writers I swear. Her writing and characters and just everything is so beautiful I’m in love. Her Daughter of Smoke and Bone series and Strange the Dreamer are phenomenal 10/10 would recommend.

5. If your book was to be turned into a movie, who would you want to play your main character?

This is such a fun question!! I’ve actually been thinking about this for forever and I think Jessica Stroup, Silver from 90210, would be the perfect Tauri Berkley from my Anomaly Series.

6. What inspired you to write this story?

The Anomaly Series - I’m not sure anymore to be honest. I’ve had these characters for like 7 years and they just never fit into the stories I’ve given them like they do this one.

Blood Will Run - Blood smugglers called Vampires? I really have no idea where this came from. I was just laying in bed trying to fall asleep and then the idea formed and I literally jumped out of bed to write the idea down. Then, Kaia, Elowen, and Kamaria just keep opening up to me and the more I know about them the more my plot falls into place.

Unique Names Anonymous - I think I read a prompt about some sort of AA type group meeting up or something and I was naming characters for my sci-fi series so I was knee deep in weird names and it just kinda happened.

Prophecy … Not - Someone on my dash was complaining about the chosen one/prophecy trope and Matthias appeared in my mind insulting them in a snooty manner and voila story is born.

By Any Other Name - I’d been trying to come up with a story about past lives and it just wasn’t coming and then I watched a YouTuber who was writing a retelling and I was like oh. And then I wrote; “An Elizabeth by any other name is just as lovely, and I will love her forever more.” and I fell in love with Elijah. (Plus Time Travel is my dream superpower so I’m having so much fun.)

7. Do you have a method for writing? Is there a certain place you need to be in?

One thing I’ve noticed is that I need some sort of sound on in the background but it usually is a TV show like Law&Order SVU that I can just listen to for hours and not get caught up in the plot but sometimes music works too.

8. What is the best movie adaption of a book that you’ve ever seen?

The Harry Potter films by far. I’m still beyond upset about the Percy Jackson movies though.

9. What is your least favorite genre?

I’m not the biggest horror fan. I like dark but horror just doesn’t do anything for me.

10. And finally, what would you say to someone to get them interested in your story?

The Anomaly Series - A bunch of young adults force their way into changing their world against their guardian’s wishes. Plus there are soooo many pure friendships and parent-child relationships that are focused on and my characters are diverse and amazing and I love them? Halle and Tauri fuck shit up sm like Halle will be like “we should do this” and Tauri will be like “Umm isn’t that illegal.” and Halle’s just like “come on let’s go” and Tauri is all “Okayy.” But don’t think she’s a total door mat Tauri stands up for what she wants. And then there’s Reigan and Aunt Addy always judging them and admonishing them, so cute.

Blood Will Run - I am SO excited for this book. A rogue princess. Her plucky lady in waiting sidekick. Blood smugglers that are called Vampires. An incredibly strong and beautiful escaped slave. Shapeshifters and Mindmodifiers. Dragonflies that are actually mini-dragons. Kaia, my main character, is so strong? Like she is so secure of who she is and tells people so and does what she has to and takes nothing from no one? Have I mentioned that she’s transgender? I’m so proud of her. She’s like my idol. She’s a hero. Doesn’t care about what she’s supposed to do and just does what she wants, hoe she wants. I’m in fucking love with her?

Unique Names Anonymous - A light hearted contemporary about a group of people who met on facebook because they have weird names? What’s not to love about this? One character doesn’t know if it’s the Heimlich or Heineken maneuver and the other chokes even more because they laugh so hard. Lmfao I love these idiots.

Prophecy … Not - My main character Matthias is kind of a sociopath who has gone through so much trouble to send his self-proclaimed nemesis on a huge dangerous quest while he goes the easy way just to prove that he is better than him. Pettiest little shit I’ve ever met. Little strong blonde girl makes him soft though. Even though she’s always nagging him to be nicer and they’re always fighting and somehow her father is traveling with them too?

By Any Other Name - My heart already hurts and I haven’t even really started drafting this one. Elijah&Elizabeth/Edith are my OTP. She named her son after him even though she couldn’t remember him but her soul knew the name meant something? I’m emotional? If Khalil rolls his eyes at Elijah anymore they’re gonna roll out of his head. He was just trying to do his job and a psycho washed up in the Detroit River and now he’s explaining urinals to this crazy white guy? Here’s your Romeo and Juliet retelling with a happy ending.

Could I have made this longer if I tried? Idk probably. Anyway, here are my questions (some aren’t actually questions but it’s fiiiiiiine.):

1. Do you have an OTP from your book(s)? If so, why or why not?

2. Do you have a process for naming your characters or are they already named when they come to you?

3.The best thing about writing for you?

4. What POV do you prefer and why?

5. What’s the strangest way/thing that inspired a story for you?

6. Do you like to read the same genre you write? What’s your favorite to read and to write?

7. When did you start writing?

8. Describe your book(s) in 4 words.

9. Gush about your favorite character (your own) and why you love them.

10. What is the hardest thing about writing for you? What advice would you give someone else if they had the same problem?

#writing #writing tips #writer #writer probs #writing probs #writing advice #writing tag #writeblr #writerblr

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Ranking The Love Actually Characters By How Infuriating They Are

I’ve only seen this movie once and don’t know any names. They all just make me angry.

Manageable Anger

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All I Want For Christmas Is You Girl: Best character in the movie. AMAZING single braid and sparkling crop top — EXACTLY the look I aspired to embody when I was 10. The movie should’ve just been about her because everyone else was insufferable.

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Liam Neeson’s Son Who Is In A Lot Of Movies But I Can Never Remember His Name: Perfect. Totally agree with his crush choice (see above) and loved the of him locking himself in his room to learn the drums.

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Emma Thompson: Amazing. I wish this movie was about her and All I Want For Christmas Is You Girl destroying the patriarchy or something. I can’t believe she shared the screen with some of these characters — that fact alone makes me more emotional than the movie did.

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Liam Neeson: Did a lot for his Son Who Is In A Lot Of Movies But I Can Never Remember His Name, which I guess is nice. I am always angered by characters who are architects for some reason, but Liam Neeson redeemed himself by wearing the best turtleneck in the whole movie.

Hot Flashes Of Anger

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Martin Freeman: I forgot he was in this movie every time he wasn’t physically on screen and then would get confused when he came back.

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Keira Knightley’s Oblivious Husband: Slightly irritated by him wearing a magenta tie with a magenta button down on his wedding day. Come on. Really irritated he couldn’t see his idiot friend was in love with Keira Knightley.

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Hot Office Guy: So boring. His glasses didn’t match how hot he is and it was distracting to me. I feel like he would be the type of guy to get offended if an article didn’t specifically state it was satire before he read it.

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Colin Firth’s Cheating Wife: Whatever. I thought her biggest offense was wearing a turtleneck with no pants.

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British Guy Who Goes To America And Makes Out With January Jones, Who I Did Not Realize Would Be In This Movie: Fine. Whatever. He knew the accent would be a hit and he went for it. Fine. His eyes freaked me out.

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Colin Firth’s Super Young Love Interest: Ok, how old is she? Is that addressed? She seems so nice and practical that I am bummed she got stuck in this movie. WHERE ARE THEY GOING TO LIVE? IS SHE MOVING TO ENGLAND? IS HE MOVING TO PORTUGAL? NEVER DISCUSSED. Her family seems fucking awesome though, I would watch a movie about only them.

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Cool Singer, Played By The Guy Who Played Rufus Scrimgeour In The Last Harry Potter Movie: I can’t explain it, but he really stressed me out. I was anxious for his career.

Pure, Unadulterated Fury

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Sexy Receptionist: I have zero qualms about her trying to win over Alan Rickman, and she wears a black turtleneck (pictured above). However, her wearing devil horns to the Christmas party is The Worst. I hated that.

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Pretty Secretary To Hugh Grant: How did she get this job? How old is she? Uh, also, if the came by to hang out with me, I would not be so bold as to invite him to my younger brother’s Christmas Pageant. Think of the security issues that come up with a spontaneous decision like that. I feel like if she existed in modern day, she’d be the type of Quirky Twitter Girl to brag about loving chicken nuggets.

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Keira Knightley: oH MY GoD WHAT is she thinking? First of all, Sad Love Boy RUINED her wedding video!!! I WOULD BE PISSED!!!!! SHE BARELY REACTS!!!! AND THE HAT SHE IS WEARING IN THAT SCENE? I think she wore it to deliberately set me off. And then she chases after Sad Love Boy and gives him a kiss after he does the card thing? ? I would slam the door in his face after he ignored me for not loving him back because he creepily zoomed in on my face THROUGHOUT MY ONE WEDDING VIDEO, , I can barely write this because I’m seething with frustration.

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Hugh Grant: Hugh Grant plays himself in every movie he’s even been in. Did they even bother to give this character a name? It’s just Hugh Grant. I almost set my laptop on fire the second he made eye contact with the Pretty Secretary because I was so furious that I was inevitably about to watch him MUMBLING his way through another on-screen relationship with a woman way hotter/younger than him. And his speech about airports in the beginning????? GAH.

Deep-rooted anger and resentment usually reserved for my greatest enemies

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Sad Office Girl: OH MY GOD. She drove me nuts. I can barely articulate how angry she made me feel every time she was moping on screen. I just want to grab her shoulders and shake her.

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Alan Rickman: UGHHAS;DLFKJ He is SO BAD at trying to have an affair. His storyline was painful. I HATED that he was all “when are you going to make the first move” to that Office Sad Girl about Hot Office Guy. How inappropriate is that?! You’re their boss? Stop trying to make office crushes real, it’s an HR nightmare. And then he buys a present for Sexy Receptionist (did they actually do anything other than flirt?) while his wife (EMMA THOMPSON OF ALL PEOPLE, WHO IS A GIFT HERSELF!!!) was in the ? Oh my god, I have never cheated on my non-existent husband, but I’m pretty you do that shit ON YOUR OWN TIME. I hated the necklace too, it just made me angrier.

Love Actually

Colin Firth: WHITE HOT ANGER FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS AS I WATCH COLIN FIRTH IN THIS MOVIE. WHAT THE FUCK. I am beyond LIVID that he just decides to propose to his Super Young Love Interest — THEY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT EACH OTHER!!!!! THEY DO NOT SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE!!!! YOU WATCH A WOMAN JUMP INTO A LAKE AND THEN YOU’RE LIKE, YUP, THIS IS IT? He just got on, this whole marriage is a very EXPENSIVE REBOUND. AGAIN: IS GOING TO MOVE TO PORTUGAL? WHY IS HE USING A TYPEWRITER IN THE FIRST PLACE? HE WEARS THE TURTLENECK IN THE WHOLE MOVIE. Oh my god, I don’t care that he tried to learn Portuguese, he and Super Young Love Interest are the worst couple in the entire movie.

Love Actually

THAT GUY (Sad Love Boy): You know the one. The one with the cards. I never want to see his face ever again. My resentment towards him is a quiet, brooding one. He DESTROYED his best friend’s wedding video, spends what feels like 90% of the film wearing that weird vomit-colored sweater THAT HE ANGRILY ZIPS INTO A TURTLENECK (pictured above), ignores Kiera Knightley, and then STALKS Kiera Knightley to her house and confesses his love for her via giant flashcards. His “best friend” is just upstairs! . His stupid little smirk after she (stupidly) kisses him. Livid. I AM LIVID. Sad Love Boy completely drained me emotionally and singlehandedly ruins the whole holiday season every year because he appears EVERYWHERE

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Ranking The ‘Love Actually’ Characters By How Infuriating They Are

I’ve only seen this movie once and don’t know any names. They all just make me angry.

Manageable Anger

Love Actually

All I Want For Christmas Is You Girl: Best character in the movie. AMAZING single braid and sparkling crop top — EXACTLY the look I aspired to embody when I was 10. The movie should’ve just been about her because everyone else was insufferable.

Love Actually

Liam Neeson’s Son Who Is In A Lot Of Movies But I Can Never Remember His Name: Perfect. Totally agree with his crush choice (see above) and loved the drama of him locking himself in his room to learn the drums.

Love Actually

Emma Thompson: Amazing. I wish this movie was about her and All I Want For Christmas Is You Girl destroying the patriarchy or something. I can’t believe she shared the screen with some of these characters — that fact alone makes me more emotional than the movie did.

Love Actually

Liam Neeson: Did a lot for his Son Who Is In A Lot Of Movies But I Can Never Remember His Name, which I guess is nice. I am always angered by characters who are architects for some reason, but Liam Neeson redeemed himself by wearing the best turtleneck in the whole movie.

Hot Flashes Of Anger

Love Actually

Martin Freeman: I forgot he was in this movie every time he wasn’t physically on screen and then would get confused when he came back.

Love Actually

Keira Knightley’s Oblivious Husband: Slightly irritated by him wearing a magenta tie with a magenta button down on his wedding day. Come on. Really irritated he couldn’t see his idiot friend was in love with Keira Knightley.

Love Actually

Hot Office Guy: So boring. His glasses didn’t match how hot he is and it was distracting to me. I feel like he would be the type of guy to get offended if an article didn’t specifically state it was satire before he read it.

Love Actually

Colin Firth’s Cheating Wife: Whatever. I thought her biggest offense was wearing a turtleneck with no pants.

Love Actually

British Guy Who Goes To America And Makes Out With January Jones, Who I Did Not Realize Would Be In This Movie: Fine. Whatever. He knew the accent would be a hit and he went for it. Fine. His eyes freaked me out.

Love Actually

Colin Firth’s Super Young Love Interest: Ok, how old is she? Is that addressed? She seems so nice and practical that I am bummed she got stuck in this movie. WHERE ARE THEY GOING TO LIVE? IS SHE MOVING TO ENGLAND? IS HE MOVING TO PORTUGAL? NEVER DISCUSSED. Her family seems fucking awesome though, I would watch a movie about only them.

Love Actually

Cool Singer, Played By The Guy Who Played Rufus Scrimgeour In The Last Harry Potter Movie: I can’t explain it, but he really stressed me out. I was anxious for his career.

Pure, Unadulterated Fury

Love Actually

Sexy Receptionist: I have zero qualms about her trying to win over Alan Rickman, and she wears a great black turtleneck (pictured above). However, her wearing devil horns to the Christmas party is The Worst. I hated that.

Love Actually

Pretty Secretary To Hugh Grant: How did she get this job? How old is she? Uh, also, if the Prime Minister came by to hang out with me, I would not be so bold as to invite him to my younger brother’s Christmas Pageant. Think of the security issues that come up with a spontaneous decision like that. I feel like if she existed in modern day, she’d be the type of Quirky Twitter Girl to brag about loving chicken nuggets.

Love Actually

Keira Knightley: oH MY GoD WHAT is she thinking? First of all, Sad Love Boy RUINED her wedding video!!! I WOULD BE PISSED!!!!! SHE BARELY REACTS!!!! AND THE HAT SHE IS WEARING IN THAT SCENE? I think she wore it to deliberately set me off. And then she chases after Sad Love Boy and gives him a kiss after he does the card thing? What? I would slam the door in his face after he ignored me for not loving him back because he creepily zoomed in on my face THROUGHOUT MY ONE WEDDING VIDEO, holy shit, I can barely write this because I’m seething with frustration.

Love Actually

Hugh Grant: Hugh Grant plays himself in every movie he’s even been in. Did they even bother to give this character a name? It’s just Hugh Grant. I almost set my laptop on fire the second he made eye contact with the Pretty Secretary because I was so furious that I was inevitably about to watch him MUMBLING his way through another on-screen relationship with a woman way hotter/younger than him. And his speech about airports in the beginning????? GAH.

Deep-rooted anger and resentment usually reserved for my greatest enemies

Love Actually

Sad Office Girl: OH MY GOD. She drove me nuts. I can barely articulate how angry she made me feel every time she was moping on screen. I just want to grab her shoulders and shake her.

Love Actually

Alan Rickman: UGHHAS;DLFKJ He is SO BAD at trying to have an affair. His storyline was painful. I HATED that he was all “when are you going to make the first move” to that Office Sad Girl about Hot Office Guy. How inappropriate is that?! You’re their boss? Stop trying to make office crushes real, it’s an HR nightmare. And then he buys a present for Sexy Receptionist (did they actually do anything other than flirt?) while his wife (EMMA THOMPSON OF ALL PEOPLE, WHO IS A GIFT HERSELF!!!) was in the bathroom? Oh my god, I have never cheated on my non-existent husband, but I’m pretty you do that shit ON YOUR OWN TIME. I hated the necklace too, it just made me angrier.

Love Actually

Colin Firth: WHITE HOT ANGER FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS AS I WATCH COLIN FIRTH IN THIS MOVIE. WHAT THE FUCK. I am beyond LIVID that he just decides to propose to his Super Young Love Interest — THEY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT EACH OTHER!!!!! THEY DO NOT SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE!!!! YOU WATCH A WOMAN JUMP INTO A LAKE AND THEN YOU’RE LIKE, YUP, THIS IS IT? He just got cheated on, this whole marriage is a very EXPENSIVE REBOUND. AGAIN: IS HE GOING TO MOVE TO PORTUGAL? WHY IS HE USING A TYPEWRITER IN THE FIRST PLACE? HE WEARS THE WORST TURTLENECK IN THE WHOLE MOVIE. Oh my god, I don’t care that he tried to learn Portuguese, he and Super Young Love Interest are the worst couple in the entire movie.

Love Actually

THAT GUY (Sad Love Boy): You know the one. The one with the cards. I never want to see his face ever again. My resentment towards him is a quiet, brooding one. He DESTROYED his best friend’s wedding video, spends what feels like 90% of the film wearing that weird vomit-colored sweater THAT HE ANGRILY ZIPS INTO A TURTLENECK (pictured above), ignores Kiera Knightley, and then STALKS Kiera Knightley to her house and confesses his love for her via giant flashcards. His “best friend” is just upstairs! You utter goon. His stupid little smirk after she (stupidly) kisses him. Livid. I AM LIVID. Sad Love Boy completely drained me emotionally and singlehandedly ruins the whole holiday season every year because he appears EVERYWHERE

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Ranking The ‘Love Actually’ Characters By How Infuriating They Are

I’ve only seen this movie once and don’t know any names. They all just make me angry.

Manageable Anger

Love Actually

All I Want For Christmas Is You Girl: Best character in the movie. AMAZING single braid and sparkling crop top — EXACTLY the look I aspired to embody when I was 10. The movie should’ve just been about her because everyone else was insufferable.

Love Actually

Liam Neeson’s Son Who Is In A Lot Of Movies But I Can Never Remember His Name: Perfect. Totally agree with his crush choice (see above) and loved the drama of him locking himself in his room to learn the drums.

Love Actually

Emma Thompson: Amazing. I wish this movie was about her and All I Want For Christmas Is You Girl destroying the patriarchy or something. I can’t believe she shared the screen with some of these characters — that fact alone makes me more emotional than the movie did.

Love Actually

Liam Neeson: Did a lot for his Son Who Is In A Lot Of Movies But I Can Never Remember His Name, which I guess is nice. I am always angered by characters who are architects for some reason, but Liam Neeson redeemed himself by wearing the best turtleneck in the whole movie.

Hot Flashes Of Anger

Love Actually

Martin Freeman: I forgot he was in this movie every time he wasn’t physically on screen and then would get confused when he came back.

Love Actually

Keira Knightley’s Oblivious Husband: Slightly irritated by him wearing a magenta tie with a magenta button down on his wedding day. Come on. Really irritated he couldn’t see his idiot friend was in love with Keira Knightley.

Love Actually

Hot Office Guy: So boring. His glasses didn’t match how hot he is and it was distracting to me. I feel like he would be the type of guy to get offended if an article didn’t specifically state it was satire before he read it.

Love Actually

Colin Firth’s Cheating Wife: Whatever. I thought her biggest offense was wearing a turtleneck with no pants.

Love Actually

British Guy Who Goes To America And Makes Out With January Jones, Who I Did Not Realize Would Be In This Movie: Fine. Whatever. He knew the accent would be a hit and he went for it. Fine. His eyes freaked me out.

Love Actually

Colin Firth’s Super Young Love Interest: Ok, how old is she? Is that addressed? She seems so nice and practical that I am bummed she got stuck in this movie. WHERE ARE THEY GOING TO LIVE? IS SHE MOVING TO ENGLAND? IS HE MOVING TO PORTUGAL? NEVER DISCUSSED. Her family seems fucking awesome though, I would watch a movie about only them.

Love Actually

Cool Singer, Played By The Guy Who Played Rufus Scrimgeour In The Last Harry Potter Movie: I can’t explain it, but he really stressed me out. I was anxious for his career.

Pure, Unadulterated Fury

Love Actually

Sexy Receptionist: I have zero qualms about her trying to win over Alan Rickman, and she wears a great black turtleneck (pictured above). However, her wearing devil horns to the Christmas party is The Worst. I hated that.

Love Actually

Pretty Secretary To Hugh Grant: How did she get this job? How old is she? Uh, also, if the Prime Minister came by to hang out with me, I would not be so bold as to invite him to my younger brother’s Christmas Pageant. Think of the security issues that come up with a spontaneous decision like that. I feel like if she existed in modern day, she’d be the type of Quirky Twitter Girl to brag about loving chicken nuggets.

Love Actually

Keira Knightley: oH MY GoD WHAT is she thinking? First of all, Sad Love Boy RUINED her wedding video!!! I WOULD BE PISSED!!!!! SHE BARELY REACTS!!!! AND THE HAT SHE IS WEARING IN THAT SCENE? I think she wore it to deliberately set me off. And then she chases after Sad Love Boy and gives him a kiss after he does the card thing? What? I would slam the door in his face after he ignored me for not loving him back because he creepily zoomed in on my face THROUGHOUT MY ONE WEDDING VIDEO, holy shit, I can barely write this because I’m seething with frustration.

Love Actually

Hugh Grant: Hugh Grant plays himself in every movie he’s even been in. Did they even bother to give this character a name? It’s just Hugh Grant. I almost set my laptop on fire the second he made eye contact with the Pretty Secretary because I was so furious that I was inevitably about to watch him MUMBLING his way through another on-screen relationship with a woman way hotter/younger than him. And his speech about airports in the beginning????? GAH.

Deep-rooted anger and resentment usually reserved for my greatest enemies

Love Actually

Sad Office Girl: OH MY GOD. She drove me nuts. I can barely articulate how angry she made me feel every time she was moping on screen. I just want to grab her shoulders and shake her.

Love Actually

Alan Rickman: UGHHAS;DLFKJ He is SO BAD at trying to have an affair. His storyline was painful. I HATED that he was all “when are you going to make the first move” to that Office Sad Girl about Hot Office Guy. How inappropriate is that?! You’re their boss? Stop trying to make office crushes real, it’s an HR nightmare. And then he buys a present for Sexy Receptionist (did they actually do anything other than flirt?) while his wife (EMMA THOMPSON OF ALL PEOPLE, WHO IS A GIFT HERSELF!!!) was in the bathroom? Oh my god, I have never cheated on my non-existent husband, but I’m pretty you do that shit ON YOUR OWN TIME. I hated the necklace too, it just made me angrier.

Love Actually

Colin Firth: WHITE HOT ANGER FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS AS I WATCH COLIN FIRTH IN THIS MOVIE. WHAT THE FUCK. I am beyond LIVID that he just decides to propose to his Super Young Love Interest — THEY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT EACH OTHER!!!!! THEY DO NOT SPEAK THE SAME LANGUAGE!!!! YOU WATCH A WOMAN JUMP INTO A LAKE AND THEN YOU’RE LIKE, YUP, THIS IS IT? He just got cheated on, this whole marriage is a very EXPENSIVE REBOUND. AGAIN: IS HE GOING TO MOVE TO PORTUGAL? WHY IS HE USING A TYPEWRITER IN THE FIRST PLACE? HE WEARS THE WORST TURTLENECK IN THE WHOLE MOVIE. Oh my god, I don’t care that he tried to learn Portuguese, he and Super Young Love Interest are the worst couple in the entire movie.

Love Actually

THAT GUY (Sad Love Boy): You know the one. The one with the cards. I never want to see his face ever again. My resentment towards him is a quiet, brooding one. He DESTROYED his best friend’s wedding video, spends what feels like 90% of the film wearing that weird vomit-colored sweater THAT HE ANGRILY ZIPS INTO A TURTLENECK (pictured above), ignores Kiera Knightley, and then STALKS Kiera Knightley to her house and confesses his love for her via giant flashcards. His “best friend” is just upstairs! You utter goon. His stupid little smirk after she (stupidly) kisses him. Livid. I AM LIVID. Sad Love Boy completely drained me emotionally and singlehandedly ruins the whole holiday season every year because he appears EVERYWHERE

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THE GAME OF HIS LIFE

  Hockey player Ben Westmore has some serious skills—on and off the ice—and he’s not above indulging in the many perks of NHL stardom. When a night in Vegas ends in disaster, he realizes two things: 1) it’s time to lie low for a while, and 2) he needs a lawyer—fast. But the smoking-hot woman who walks into his office immediately tests all his good intentions.

Olivia Davis doesn’t need anyone derailing her career—or her dreams of starting a family—least of all a skirt-chasing player like Ben. But soon he’s unleashing a full-court press to convince her that he’s the real deal. She’s slowly falling for his sweet, rugged charm, but with so much on the line, Olivia has to decide whether Ben can truly change—or if he’s just playing the game.

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Ben is the oldest of the Westmores – He’s always been the serious one, only concentrating on the game. He doesn’t have time for love and he likes his life, being able to get any woman he wants. But all of a sudden Ben finds himself in quite the predicament. It’s play-off season again and now he finds out he’s married? WTH?! On a drunken New Years Eve, it seems he married a girl he didn’t even know. Or so he thinks. But it’s not the girl that he married that has him in knots in the woman who is representing her in his divorce! There is an instant connection between Olivia Davis and himself and it’s one he just doesn’t think he can ignore.

Why did Ben Westmore have to walk into her office? Just when she’s decided to give up on her Happily Ever After and reach for her goal herself, the suave and gorgeous Ben Westmore comes into her office and knocks her off her feet. But it’s all wrong… it can’t work between the two of them can it?

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“Relax,” he said smoothly, his gaze locked on hers, his expression soft, unfazed—the look of a man not dancing with the lawyer who could ruin his life or at least playoff season. She had to learn this guy’s secret, because there was no way he was this unaffected. Yet, his hands weren’t sweating the ways hers threatened to, and the only heartbeat she could hear thundering was her own.

She forced a slow and what she hoped was unobvious breath. “I am relaxed. I’m not the one who should be worried.”

The palm of his hand spread across the exposed flesh of her back and she prayed the tingling sensation in her spine didn’t result in goose bumps. “So you’re saying I should be?” he asked, turning them in rotation to the steady beat. Despite her resistance to this dance, her hips betrayed her by swaying in sync with his, and her feet kept time with his every step. He led with a silent authority that she was forced to follow. And for the first time in her life, she wasn’t hating giving up control.

“I think so, yes. My client is…”

He brought their joined hands between them and placed a finger to her lips.

Her heart all but stopped.

“Why don’t we save the shop talk for the courtroom? Let’s just enjoy this dance.”

She swallowed hard, but nodded. Dancing in silence, she could do that.

Unfortunately, Ben seemed eager to chat. “How long have you been practicing law?”

He expected her to remember stats as his hand on her back dipped slightly lower, his hold drawing her even closer? It had been far too long since she’d been enveloped in the arms of a man who felt and smelled so strong, so confident…How long would it be again if she went ahead with her plans for a baby? She pushed the thought aside when he stared at her, still waiting for an answer. “Twelve years,” she said, cutting out her time as a junior lawyer and intern, so as not to age herself. She knew from his online Wikipedia page that he was thirty-four, two years younger than she.

“Do you love what you do?” he asked.

“If I say no will I get the inspirational ‘do what you love and it will never feel like work’ speech?”

“Is that a no?”

She shook her head. “Actually, I really do enjoy my job.” She couldn’t say watching families get ripped apart by bitter divorces was something she loved without sounding like a sociopath, but she enjoyed her career.

“Can I ask why only professional athlete divorces?”

“I was dumped by a jock,” she said.

Ben laughed. “So one guy ruined it for us all, huh?”

She nodded then shook her head. “No. Everyday cases—with normal, everyday husbands and wives—just seemed a little too…real,” she said.

His blue eyes burned into her and his grip tightened on her hand. “So, guys like me aren’t real?”

She swallowed hard. He felt real…He felt more than real—he felt amazing. His arm wrapped around her felt deceivingly safe and his hand holding hers felt warm and secure. God, she could see herself giving in to these painfully real feelings…“You’re probably one of the more real ones,” she said, hoping he didn’t detect the slight quiver in her voice.

He nodded slowly as though unsure whether her words were a compliment. “Have you ever been married?” he asked, rotating them in time to the music.

“That’s crossing a line into personal.”

“Kids?”

“That’s less personal?” She raised an eyebrow.

He smiled. “Guarded much?”

The effect of his smile from a safe distance was knee-weakening. This close, it was downright dangerous. She quickly averted her gaze to the other couples on the floor. “How long is this song anyway?” She felt trapped the way she had in tenth grade when Robbie Gropes-a-Lot Harris had tricked her into dancing with him at the winter formal to “November Rain”—the full eleven-minute extended version. Except Ben’s breath smelled minty fresh and not like tacos, and his arm draped across her lower back made every fiber in her being spring to life, making her want to flee for a completely different reason than the one Robbie had evoked.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?”

Damn right. And it should be her making him uncomfortable. There needed to be a power shift between them and fast. “Of course not.”

He pulled her closer. “You make me uncomfortable,” he murmured, his expression suddenly serious. Every inch of her body was pressed to his and she could barely catch a breath. Dancing was a really bad idea—a torturously bad idea. Being in his arms reminded her of all of the things she’d sacrificed for her career, of all the things she’d told herself she didn’t need…

“G-good,” she said, her voice cracking. “As I said, my client…”

“I don’t mean the divorce case. I mean you.” He touched her cheek and her skin burned. Thank God he was holding her so tightly because she couldn’t trust her legs.

Their stare locked and held for what could have been a lifetime, as everything seemed still and quiet around them.

Still and quiet.

The song had ended.

She yanked her hand free of his and stumbled away from him, inhaling a gulp of air into her deprived lungs. “Well, dance is over. I’ll…uh…see you.”

He nodded, the charming polite smile back on his face and for a second she wondered if she’d imagined the intensity in his gaze seconds before. “Goodnight, Olivia.”

Olivia.

Her own name sounded foreign coming from him. She longed to hear the sound again, and she was an idiot for wanting something so dangerous. The NHL’s biggest playboy had just worked his charm on her, and she’d lost all common sense.

She turned and headed straight for the table, leaving him on the dance floor.

She had to pull it together, but she also had to admit the unfortunate truth. Never before had she been tempted to kiss the enemy.

Excerpted from MAYBE THIS LOVE by Jennifer Snow. Copyright © 2017 by Jennifer Snow. Reprinted with permission of Forever. All rights reserved.

Jennifer Snow lives in Edmonton, Alberta with her husband and son. She writes sweet and sexy contemporary romance stories set everywhere from small towns to big cities. After stating in her high school yearbook bio that she wanted to be an author, she set off on the winding, twisting road to make her dream a reality. She is a member of RWA, the Writers’ Guild of Alberta, the Canadian Authors Association, and the Film and Visual Arts Association in Edmonton. She has published over ten novels and novellas with many more on the way.

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