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harryskalechips · 4 years

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Illicit affairs

A/N Hellooooo! I haven’t written in a while but enjoy this little sad piece inspired by Taylor Swift! Thank you for all the love! I hope you guys are doing well! Feel free to leave a kind message in my inbox ❤️

Y/N was a new intern at Colombia records when she met Harry Styles. Their relationship takes a turn however, when they start an affair.

Tw: Cheating

Thank you @harrysleftchelseaboot for letting me participate in your writing challenge! For any writers out there who want to give it a go make sure to check it out! I would love to read some new work.

Prompts:

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

“I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Leave.”

Note: I do not condone cheating whatsoever! Please mind that this story is fictional! As much as it makes me sad to paint Harry as a cheater, it’s part of this storyline I thought of as I listened to Taylor’s album, Folklore.

Word count: 5k / Masterlist

Y/N never knew she was going to be in this type of predicament. Falling asleep every night in a man’s arms, only to wake up alone in her cold sheets at dawn. For some odd reason, his vanilla scent smothered her atmosphere every time, leaving her in a subspace-like condition. She found her thoughts easily shifting to him or feeling the need to touch him. She’s whipped but sadly also clingy.

Does she have an excuse to feel this way? She was only 21 when she began working as an intern at this man’s record label. He was her first serious relationship and although he was married -there always seemed to be a weird tension between them.

It all started when she was assigned to follow Rob Stringer through his meetings in 2017...nonetheless she met Mr. Harry Styles. One of the members of the biggest boy band, One Direction. She knew exactly who he was, especially since he was sexualized by the media too often at an early stage of his career. She knew his first solo album was a hit and that in her job description, she had to be present at every interview he had. She also knew that the ring on his finger was a symbol of love for his wife that he married a year ago.

Months on end, she barely spoke to him. She was shy -feeling as if her personality would bore Mr.Styles. One night however as the team went out to celebrate his last show for live on tour, he himself invited her.

They were at a club in New York -A very private one to be exact when Harry found himself too interested in the quiet intern. To be honest, his life at home (when he was there) wasn’t what he planned for. His wife was too busy, only fighting him whenever he stepped foot inside. She barely had any more interests in his music or his life -and suddenly, it felt like two strangers living in that mansion. It wasn’t an excuse for him to keep glancing at the girl as she danced with her co-workers nor was it an excuse for him to buy her a drink. Funny enough, he always thought of himself as a hopeless romantic since he was waiting for that particular someone to love him back once again and save his marriage. But before he could stop himself, he was already walking towards the girls dancing on the floor and getting to know them.

After that night at the club, Y/N felt different towards Mr. Styles. Of course, she was still intimidated but she now knew him on a more personal level, leading her to call him Harry instead. That night as they sat in one the booth upstairs, she listened to his jokes and stories and it made her start to have a little crush on him. But hey, he was married and she would never want to ruin a relationship.

As her days became busier at Columbia -sorting papers and running for Coffee, She always glanced at the elevator hoping Harry Styles would come out and was in need of a conversation with Rob in person. She knew he probably called her boss though the phone but her brain was rummaging for ideas why he would start appearing in her life once again. That was until one day she heard Gina and Louise in the staff room during break talking about Harry coming in tomorrow. Boy, did her heart began to beat fast. Maybe, it was manifestation but she was a bit too excited to see him again as it’s been a couple of months since she last saw him.

“Y/N,” Rob calls out for her as he plays with a pen in his hand. “Meet me in the main conference room in five minutes. I need you to note down my meeting today.” He gives her a small smile and quickly walks off. She knew full well that this meeting was about Harry Styles.

As she sat beside Rob at the long table, she realized that the whole table was filled with people from publicity and other departments. Right in front of her was the man she’s been thinking of, beside him was his manager. It’s not like she was deeply infatuated with him but she did love thinking about his pretty eyes.

Matter of fact, as she first glanced at him, her eyes already met his. He was smiling and staying quiet as the meeting immediately began but his fingers played with his pen as he watched her. She was too focused on the shittier details of what they were discussing. He wanted to tell her so badly that she didn’t need to write some things down but he was having fun watching her bite her lip in stress. He wasn’t smooth though. Since she was already feeling his gaze burning through her.

As the meeting went on, Harry became a bit more serious about why he came into the office. They were in the talks of his new second album and now, they had to plan publicity and tour. Some of the staff even asked how his trip to Japan was and although he was so excited to share his fantastic experiences, it was sad to mention how his wife didn’t even bother coming along.

“Are you not going to say hi to me?” Harry teases Y/N as they’re the last ones to leave the conference room after their long meeting. She had to clean up the table while he chose to sit in his chair, pretending to do important things on his phone. When he waved bye to everyone as they left the room, he pointed at his phone, explaining he needed a few minutes to send “important emails” -he just wanted to catch up with his new friend, Y/N.

“Hi.” She tries her best to act normal and unaffected by his presence. “Sorry, I couldn’t say hi earlier. When Rob said five minutes, I didn’t know the meeting was already taking place.” Harry laughs at her apology since he wasn’t petty at all for her lack of greeting today.

“I was just teasing. How are you?”

“I’ve been good.” She smiles back at him as she tosses the last remainder of paper cups in the bin. “I think the last time I saw you was last year. Where have you been?”

“Why did you miss me?” He raises his brow as he spins his chair a bit. He gives her a smirk as he watches her lean herself on the table.

“Just a bit. I loved watching your interviews.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms against her chest. “At first I wanted to sleep through them but now I rather go through those back and forth instead of, filling random sheets out for Rob.”

“Heyy, I think I’m pretty interesting during interviews.”

“Oh no! Don’t get me wrong you are! It’s just you have such a raspy voice and you talk so slow! You can literally put me to bed anytime.”

“Am I talking slowly right now?”

“Just a bit. I haven’t seen you in a while. I kind of forgot!” She laughs. “ What else did you do other than Japan? Spent some time with your wife?” Y/N wasn’t going to lie… bringing up his wife kind of made her uncomfortable but she knew this was a good way to get to know him in a friendly way.

Harry couldn’t help but give out a humourless scoff as he rests his head back on the chair. His eyes, however, meet her’s again. She couldn’t help but watch his adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Marriage is hard you know. If I’m being honest with you, I haven’t spoken to her in a week. She’s been on vacation, travelling in Europe I think with her best friends.”

“She’s a model, right? She must have a lot of free time. I’m sure she can make space for you.” Harry slaps his knee in sarcastic humour as he shakes his head at Y/N’s innocent idea of who his wife truly is now. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s more complex than I thought. I haven’t really been in a relationship at least a long term one.”

“Are you free tonight?” Harry asks her out of the blue.

“Yes.”

“Can I come over? We don’t need to do anything but I would love to hang out with you and I don’t know... forget I have all these responsibilities.”

“Sure.” What Y/N didn’t know that this night would forever change her relationship with Harry.

It was late in the night as Harry sat on Y/N’s couch talking to her about everything. His life, his career, his marriage. Usually, it wasn’t easy for him to open up so quickly to a stranger but for some odd feeling, his gut was telling him that he could trust this pretty girl beside him. It’s like he knew she was trustworthy and non-judgemental.

Ever since he first noticed her during his meetings, he found himself involuntarily glancing at her. That was until he grew some balls and invited her to his after-party. Maybe, He did find her pretty and a bit too hot but even if his marriage is going through the rocks, he did not want to cheat. He didn’t want to be that type of guy. Yet during his time in Japan, he found himself thinking of what would happen if he was single right now? Would he actually make a move on her?

“What are you thinking of?” The same woman calls him out as she takes a swing of the wine bottle into her mouth.

Yes, the found themselves enjoying Harry’s expensive red wine so now they’re passing the bottle.

“You.” He was a bit tipsy and so was she but they were still sober enough to choose their words properly.

“Me? Why me? Why not that hot model you call your wife.”

“She left my mind before I even met you.”

“Yet you’re still with her. Why?”

“I don’t know.” He looks at her as he takes a sip of wine.

“Okay, so why are you thinking of me? Are you happy you have a new friend?” Her cheeks were very red at his confession but she was trying to make herself believe it was because of the alcohol.

“I’m happy that I finally got to know the girl who sat quietly in the corner during my interviews.” He smirks at her as he watches her try to hide a smile.

“I was intimidated by you!”

“Why was that, love?” Y/N was not expecting him to call her that. She places the almost empty wine bottle on her coffee table and sits back in her same position as she’s wrapped in the same blanket Harry is.

“You’re Harry Styles. Every woman is head over heels for you and Every man wants to be you.”

“Are you head over heels for me?” Harry squints his eyes as he says the first thing that comes out of his mouth. It wasn’t his intention to flirt with her but they both knew they had overpowering chemistry. The only thing holding them back is well… Harry’s marriage.

“No.” She bluffs. He continues to look at her. “Fine, a bit but you’re married so I know how to control myself.”

“What happens If I can’t?” his tone drops as he mumbles to himself. “I’m sorry what?” Y/N chokes as she looks at him.

“I know I’m married fuck.” He sits up and rubs his face in frustration. “It’s just I never wanted a girl so bad after my marriage. I shouldn’t! I should be happily married but for some shit reason, I can’t get my mind off of you.”

“Harry, there’s consequences about what we’re talking about right now.” Y/N sits up as well as she watches him. Does it still count as cheating if his wife is barely in his life anymore?

“I know. I’m sorry. I know you aren’t that type of girl. I would never disrespect you like this. I should leave.” He begins to stand up immediately. Y/N says nothing as she follows him to the front door of her apartment.

“Thank you for coming, Harry.” She opens the door to let him out. He simply nods as he walks past her through the door. As she watches him walk down her hallway, she closes the door. How was she feeling? Well, she was trying her best to not feel regret but instead relief. She leans her body on the wooden surface, trying to make herself feel happy that nothing happened between them -Yet her heart was beating too fast for a guy she had just met.

The loud pounding on her door, however, makes her head shut up. She immediately opens it to find no one other than the curly-haired man who had just left her apartment a minute ago.

He immediately grasps her face into his hands as he kisses her eagerly, making her shut the door behind him. His body quickly pushing her’s against the wall, as his lips attack her jaw down to her neck. Her hands resting on his shoulders as she leans her head back to give him more area to leave his soft licks and kisses.

“Shit Y/N. You’re making me go crazy.”

“Harry.” She moans as he rubs himself against her centre. He whispers a command to her, making her jump and wrap her legs around his waist and he carries her to the first surface in his line of sight, which is her dining table. It was a dark wood wooden table that was meant only for eating purposes.

He helps her take off the sweater she was wearing as she throws it behind it her without a care. With her hand, she guides his mouth back to hers, making them both moan as this sexual tension is finally being relieved. Her nipples became hard in an instant as they felt the cold temperature.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He pulls away as he’s unbuttoning his shirt. His mouth was open a little bit from their heated makeout and his lips were juicy pink after kissing her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You want to fuck me right here?” Y/N blurts. She wasn’t the type to have sex with a new partner for the first time on her dining table but her room was a mess and she was a bit shy letting him in there.

“Are you that eager baby?” A smirk plays on his lips as he tosses his shirt. “Well If you’re that needy, why won’t you take off my pants?” Y/N’s cheeks turn red as she reaches forward to unbuckle his jeans. “You know, how fucking long I’ve been jerking off with my right hand?” Harry asks as his hand runs through her soft hair, letting his thumb rub against her pink plump lips.

“For a long time, Daddy?” She murmurs against the pad of his thumb as she lets his thumb enter her wet mouth.

“Look at you, you’re a little devil.” Harry pushes his pants off until they reach mid-thigh. He quickly helps her out of her tights, pulling them off her almost instantly that she had to hold onto him. “Should I get a condom?” He pants as his hands involuntarily run themselves against her soft thighs.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.” He looks down at her closed legs as he pumps himself a bit. “I promise.” Y/N nods as her hands guide his body back closer towards her.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He whispers as he watches her show him her wet needy sex. “Fuck, you look so good right now.” He leans in to kiss her more. His mouth going south as they reach her breast. His mouth sucks on her nipple as the other grabs and rolls her the other one.

“Fuck stop teasing me. I need you.”

“Beg for me, Y/N. I know you want to.”

“Harry please!” She feels his hand directing his wet cock to her centre. Teasing her and playfully slapping her entrance. “Daddy!” His eyes immediately stop looking down as he grabs her hair, making her look at him.

“You okay with this love? Do you like it rough?” Y/N nods her head as she stares into his eyes.

“I need you to use your words, baby.”

“Yes, I want it rough.”

“What did you call me earlier?” A cheeky smile forms on his face as he watches this little girl about to crumble in his hand.

“Daddy.”

“You’re going to keep calling me that or what?”

“Only if you want me-” Harry inserts himself in her, making her choke on her sentence.

“What do you call me?” He leans a bit further downs so their bodies rub against each other as his arm supports her back while the other hand chokes her neck.

“Daddy! Fuck, I call you daddy!”

“I know I’ve been deprived of some good sex but you feel so fucking tight! Do guys not know how to fuck you?”

“Only you can.” Harry pulls his hand away from her neck and instead grasps her face so she can watch their centres connecting.

“You like that view? Is it turning you on? You’re fucking clenching me, baby!”

“Harder, daddy.” Her arm wraps around his shoulder as he pulls away and turns around, making her bend on the table.

“You want it harder baby? I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never be able to sit at this table without remembering how I fucked you so good.”

~ The day after their first time sleeping with each other scared Y/N. As much as she tried to avoid letting Harry see her messy room, they ended up in there anyway. They participated in a couple more rounds and a deep conversation too until they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

What Y/N was scared of was how Harry would react when he woke up in her sheets. Of course, they weren’t too drunk last night but the alcohol did give them a confidence boost. Now it’s the day time and they have to deal with this new boundary they had just crossed.

“Good morning.” A raspy voice speaks up as she sets her head on her hand. Her elbow putting all its pressure on her pillow while she watches the man who’s laying on his stomach smile at her.

“Hi.” She gives a soft smile back. Harry immediately notices the hickeys on her neck, making him not guilty but a bit more proud.

“I marked you.” Y/N’s eyes widen as she sits up and wraps her hands around her neck. “Why you don’t like them?” Harry fixes his position too so he can rest his back against the headrest. He rubs his eyes for a few seconds before helping her straddle his waist. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

“You’re married.” Her finger mindlessly traces one of the sparrows on his chest.

“I know.”

“You think she’ll get mad?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she cares.”

~ Y/N and Harry’s affair went on for months that they even reached his tour and new album reveal. Although they never said the three most important words, Y/N already knew it was there.

What she loved the most these past months with Harry was their privacy. The secret hookups in changing rooms, the knowing glances in a room full of strangers, and their affectionate touches when they had to pass things to one another in front of her boss.

She knows he’s married and there was no doubt, they fought about his relationship status. But Harry explained that divorces in Hollywood were more complex than for a regular couple. And while Y/N pretended to understand, she truly didn’t. She didn’t understand why he had to keep up this act of being in a happy relationship when he can simply leave his wife -not for her benefit but for his own happiness. Still, every time this fight occurred, they chose to sweep it under the rug. Maybe it was because she wasn’t ready to lose him. He had always been so persistent on his reasoning why he’s been delaying that action. She was scared that he would leave her during another fight only to run back to his wife. What she didn’t know was that she may be a bit too right, after all, he wasn’t ready to admit that his marriage was over.

“Hi, Baby!” Y/N opens her door to find her “boyfriend” with a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi!” She wraps her arms around him in a hug as she lets him enter her apartment that they know too well. If she had to be truly honest... despite having so much alone time with Harry, she’s never been on a date with him but you know -that’s something she had to let go when she decided to get involved with a famous married man. Yet it still didn’t stop her heart from feeling envious when she would be in the restaurant with her friends watching a random couple have dinner together.

Harry takes his hood off and hands her the flowers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t text you this past couple of days. You know that woman who lives with me.” He sighs and gives her a kiss on the lips before continuing on, “We were having lunch together and she noticed I wasn’t wearing my ring anymore so we fought.”

“So you’re wearing it.” Y/N places the flowers on the table and crosses her arms.

“I have too.”

“No, you don’t Harry. She’s only wearing her’s for show. You’ve been cheating on her for seven months!” Y/N snaps at him. She hated it when he wore his ring. It was just a real sign that maybe he was lying to her during the times, he said he was over their marriage and he was going to leave her when things become less complicated.

“Baby, hey stop yelling.” He walks towards her so he can wrap his arms around her. “I’m sorry. You know I care so much about you. Please don’t cry.”

“I can’t stand that you’re married to another woman. Please leave her Harry.” Y/N pulls away as she holds onto his shoulders, begging him. “Please.”

“I’ll try.” He breathes out.

“You’ll try?” She pulls away immediately looking at him. “What do you mean? Have you not been trying to do that these past few months!” He rubs his face in frustration.

“It’s hard Y/N. I told you countless times.” “I know it’s hard but what’s stopping you from doing it! You told me that you don’t want to lose me but for some odd reason, it seems like you don’t want to lose her!”

“She was my first love Goddammit!” He finally yells back at her.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie and they lie and they lie

A million little times

They both found themselves caught off guard as the silence screamed in their ears. How could this safe space where they spent their nights rolling in the sheets feel so… indifferent? “Harry please be 100 percent honest with me.” Y/N backs away slowly as she reaches a few feet apart from Harry. “Do you want to leave her?”

Silence.

“You told me you did? Did you change your mind?” Her eyes widen as she watches the man in front of her absolutely speechless. “I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He stares at the ground with his hands in his jeans. “Of course, I want to leave her! It’s just-”

“Leave.”

“What Baby no!” He quickly looks up and tries to make his way towards her.

“Harry, stop. What we have is over! I’m not going to let you use me until your stupid sick marriage fixes itself!”

“Y/N that wasn’t my intention I swear! You know what marriage means to me! I can’t simply-”

“Fuck what you think of marriage! You don’t want to leave her but you rather continuously hide me while you go to awards with her -While you go on fucking dates with her!”

“It’s for publicity-”

“I don’t care!” She screams. “I realized that this isn’t working out and we should stop!” The pressure in her chest was making her hyperventilate. “We should have stopped months ago!”

“Fuck I don’t want to lose you, please. You’re the only thing that’s been making me so happy.” He reaches out to take her hands but she simply pulls away.

“Harry! Listen to yourself! You’re married! I’m starting to think you have a fear of having a failed marriage like your mom and dad! But please for the love of God, don’t drag me around because I won’t let you!” Harry’s faces change into anger as he gives her a cold look.

“Well don’t drag my parents’ marriage into this! I told you that because I trusted you not so you can use it against me!”

“That’s not what I was trying to do!” Y/N pleads. “You won’t lever her Harry! You won’t!”

“How do you think people will react!” He gestures with his hands. “ After three years of marriage, Harry Styles is getting divorced!” He mimics a random news reporter.

“So-” “I’m not going to let myself be categorized under Hollywood’s failed marriages!” “It was already failing before you met me! Can’t you see I just want you to be happy!”

“I am happy when you’re with me!”

“Well, I’m not!”

“You don’t mean that.” Harry scoffs as he runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

“How can I not? I’m hearing stories every day about your fights at home. This isn’t even a relationship Harry! It’s an affair! An illicit one! And I-I’m a secret!”

“I don’t want to share you with the public! They will judge us and they’re going to ruin you as they ruined me!” He rambles on. “I’ve been stalked and judged for things I didn’t know matter!”

“I would rather go through that with you -than to watch you from far away and only have you with me when we’re here inside this apartment.” She points at the floor.

“I can’t Y/N. I can’t let that happen and I won’t.”

“Then this is over then.” She quickly wipes her tears as she notices Harry doing the same. The yelling seemed to die down as they finally realized that this problem they tried to ignore wasn’t going anywhere.

“You know… for some reason, you taught me a lot of things.” Harry clears his throat as he wipes his wet palms on his pants. “Despite only letting you have one half of me. You somehow took over my whole mind. God, I would love to fight for you Y/N.” He looks at her as he feels tears forming in his again. “I do - I truly would.” A pause happens before he continues, “ For you, I ‘d ruin myself a million times but I would never let you do the same.” He emphasizes to her. “ I don’t want to let you go but I know I should because even if I go get that divorce, I’d still want to keep you as my secret -and that’s not what you want.”

“I-” Y/N stops herself. She wanted to tell him that she loves him but she knew it wouldn’t help them at all. “I’ll still see you for a while. After my internship though, I’ll be gone.”

“Do you think we’ll stay in touch.”

“I don’t think we should.” She blurts it out as her eyes glance at the fresh bouquet sitting on her table.

“Alright. I guess that’s it.” Harry sniffles a bit before walking to the door. “I’ll see you.”

“Goodbye.”

And Y/N thought she wouldn’t have to see him again after her internship. Although her heart was broken, she found herself counting the days until she can find a new job. After their unexpected ending, she no longer found herself lonely in the mornings but during the nights too.

The days he came by the office were more difficult than she thought. She would still feel his gaze on her during their meetings but he no longer greeted her nor gave her any attention. He would walk right past her desk when he visited the office but he would act as if he never knew her in the first place - Not a glance or a wave.

And that was fine with Y/N, at least she tried her best to think it was. Until her meeting with Rob a week before Harry’s album release.

“Y/N, I would love to offer you a job here at the company. I will give you a position in Marketing for Harry Styles.” Rob hands her a manila folder across the table. “ You know a few months ago, he spoke about your hard work and how much potential you have and he’s right. This would look great on your resume and the pay will be better here than if you were to start off at another company.”

Days of thinking and non-stop anxiety flooded Y/N’s mind. She knew her plan was to cut all ties with the pop star but the career that had just been handed to her had so much potential. Potentiality can help her with her student loans and give her a more comfortable life. She would be stupid if she passed the offer because of him. So with no more hesitation, she took her phone and called Rob.

“I’ll take the job offer.”

Part two here!!

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pynkhues · 4 years

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I love brio and I've read almost every fic on ao3. I've made little notes here and there of some fics that I would like to write, but I've never wrote anything like fan fiction. I can think up scenes in my head, but I just can't seem to get it out on paper. What are some tips you can give me to help? Because I would really love to write, i just dont even know where to start?

Hi, anon! And how cool! Welcome to the wonderful world of writing. :-)

My advice on how to start – as wishy-washy as it sounds – is always just to start. Pick up a pen, or open a word document, and just start throwing words together. See what comes out, and try not to edit or self-police as you write, particularly when you’re just starting out. It’ll cripple you creatively – gosh, it still does sometimes for me, and I’ve been writing for over 15 years.

A good way to try this out is to set a timer for fifteen minutes or half an hour, and just free-write – so just write, and don’t let yourself re-read any of it until the timer bings. Give yourself the space to write words – some will be good, a lot probably terrible, but you can always make bad words better.

You can’t make nothing better.

And look, I’m going to maintain that that’s the most important piece of advice here, haha, but I get that that sort of advice can also be sometimes frustrating to people who are looking for more structure, so hey!

Here’s some more meat-and-potatoes advice too.

(Put behind a cut to not eat your feeds!)

Plotting a story in three questions

Building a plot really comes down to asking three questions:

1. What does your character want?

2. What’s standing in their way stopping them from getting what they want?

3. How will they overcome this to get what they want?

It might sound basic, but it forms really the backbone of every story. Take the Harry Potter series for instance, for which these questions are crucial.

1. What does your character want?

Harry wants a family.

2. What’s standing in their way stopping them from getting what they want?

Voldemort is a direct threat to the new family Harry’s found. A threat he feels acutely because Voldemort murdered his original family.

3. How will they overcome this to get what they want?

Harry will do anything to save this new, found family – the stakes of which escalates with every book.

Of course, stories are more than this too – they’re themes and settings and arcs and dialogue, and character motivation tangles up in those things which means that the story world appears to expand well beyond those three questions I listed above. After all, Voldemort’s never just a threat to Harry’s family, he is for the whole world, right? But the thing is the threat to the world is never what drives Harry through the story, and therefore isn’t what drives the story overall.

The plot is always the threat to Hogwarts and the life and family Harry’s found there.

Good Girls is exactly the same.

1. What does your character want?

Beth, Ruby and Annie want to provide for their children.

2. What’s standing in their way stopping them from getting what they want?

All three of them are in dire financial situations because Dean’s lost everything, Sara needs a transplant and expensive medication, and Annie can’t pay for her son’s needs.

3. How will they overcome this to get what they want?

They’re going to get into crime and make enough money to save themselves and their children.

The answers to these questions can change and evolve too – after all, the ‘what’ has certainly grown more complicated for Beth, Ruby and Annie across the show’s run, but those changes should evolve out of plot progression aka cause and effect.

Beth’s original want was for financial stability for her children, and she still wants that, but she wants more than that now too – something that has been explored through the instability of her circumstances, and her growing attraction to power after having lived a powerless life.

So let’s talk about cause and effect a little more.

Cause and Effect

With those questions in mind, it’s important to remember that the way a story takes shape should be a sort of domino effect of cause and effect. Scenes aren’t placed together in a haphazard order. They’re not stacked on top of each other like three children in a trenchcoat! One scene should always cause the next, and that scene should lead onto the next, and so on, and so on.

The enemy of good storytelling is ‘and then’.

So when you write a scene, don’t think ‘now what happens?’

Look at what you’ve written and say ‘okay, what does what I’ve written here mean? What is the fallout of this? What is going to happen to these characters and this story now given what I’ve just written?’

This is also a good way to reverse engineer a story (and something I often do!) If you have a scene in your head, but you know it’s a middle scene, or an ending to something, ask yourself what happened that made that scene happen.

In one of my most recent standalone fics, Drive You Mad (wear me out), I actually started with two scenes in my head – one where Beth and Rio were soaking wet for a mystery reason I didn’t know yet, haha, and the fact that it lead to them having sex in his car, and I had a vague idea that I wanted it to be related to a crime job.

Similarly with the pornstar!AU! I just wanted Beth and Rio to make a porno, haha, but I wanted it to feel like a genuine choice for these characters, so I needed to think of authentic reasons that would put them in that room, opposite each other, about to throw it all to the wind and bone on camera.

I reverse engineered both these stories by just asking myself ‘but why did this happen?’ What choices did these characters make to get them here? How did Beth and Rio end up soaking wet? Why would they have sex in that car? What would get somebody like Beth to shoot porn? What would make somebody like Beth connect emotionally with somebody like Rio in this AU (and y’know what? It was the exact same thing as in canon – a combination of parenthood and validation).

In other words, your story should never say this happened and then this happened, it should always say this happened and so this happened.

Agency

Every character in your story should make choices. Good choices, bad choices, choices they think are not choices at all (because never forget - you always choose to do nothing. Nothing is never thrust upon you).

Your characters are what drive your story forwards, and they drive your story forwards by making choices, not by standing still and waiting for the story to come to them. And look, it’s great if they make the right one, but it’s so much more fun (and opens up so many and so possibilities!) when they make the wrong one.

Grounding Your Story

Grounding stories in a place or a space is something I think a lot of new and emerging writers struggle with, and it was something I was really, really bad at when I started writing and worked really hard to get better at. Characters should never be interacting in vacuums. We don’t exist in them after all.

Stories come alive when characters are engaging with spaces, or when those spaces are utilised effectively. Horror does this especially well, but a lot of other stories do too (again, Harry Potter is actually a great example of this!)

This is something Good Girls pretty consistently does fabulously too – think of any of their heists for starters, but particularly the one in 1.01. Settings can open up and close and add conflict and provide release. Use them! Think about them! I can guarantee you’ll become a better writer for it.

When I was really struggling with this area, I got some incredible advice that I still use to this day from Kim Wilkins, a gothic fantasy and horror author from my home town. She told me that when I start writing a new scene, go through the five senses - what can your character see, smell, taste, touch, hear. Write all of it. Then pick the best two descriptions, and dump the rest.

Then think about the function of those descriptions. Okay, so the character’s in a park and can hear the metal whine of a rusty swingset. Does the chain link snap? Harming their child? Or maybe they can hear thunder in the distance while they’ve been trying to have a romantic anniversary picnic! Do they make it to the car in time? How does that affect their dynamic? Does it lead to a passionate make out in the rain? Or a furious fight in it? (Notice how this is all cause and effect too?)

These descriptions don’t always have to lead to a plot point – sometimes they can be reflective of an emotional state – an oncoming storm can foreshadow an oncoming fight between characters as much as it can lead to those characters getting caught in it after all – and sometimes it can just be for atmosphere too!

All of this serves though to build your story into something evocative and grounded for the reader, plus it can be really fun to play around with.

Love it or have fun! Try for both, but never have neither.

Sometimes writing is a slog.

Sometimes you sit down for a session and want to pluck your own eyelashes out because the story’s not working or the words aren’t flowing or you know your characterisation is falling flat, but there’s a difference between not enjoying a writing session, and not enjoying writing overall.

Writing can be really hard work sometimes, and when it is, you either need to love it, and love the story you’re trying to tell, or you need to move on to something else.

That can be your silly, fun crack fic that evades all logic and you just straight up enjoy writing, or it can be something that isn’t writing at all.

You’ve got to make it work for you – and if you don’t love it, and you aren’t having fun? It’s not worth it.

You can take a break and come back to it, or you can take a break and never come back to it. Just do what’s right for you.

Don’t get turned off by The Gap

Ira Glass describes this perfectly in this interview, and it’s something I always recommend to people starting out. Writing is, like practically everything else, a trade. It’s something you grow and develop and should never stop growing and developing and learning about.

Writing though I think is also something that’s really easy to give up when you feel like you aren’t immediately good at it, and, well - -

I think he says it better than I ever could:

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benoitblanc · 4 years

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tagged by @castelllans (ily caroline!!!) to answer some questions!

do you prefer writing with black pen or a blue pen? black 100%

would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? city, but not in a super crowded hectic bit. like near the natural history museum in london. in one of those super expensive row houses. as you can see, i haven’t thought about this at all XD

if you could learn a new skill, what would it be? i’d love to become proficient in italian. or tap dancing

do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? i actually don’t drink coffee at all and not much tea, but on the extremely rare occasions i have english breakfast tea, i take sugar

what was your favorite book as a child? besides harry potter? my love of crime fiction started really early with the a to z mysteries by ron roy. i loved ruth rose so much

do you prefer baths or showers? showers- i never have time for a bath

if you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? a phoenix or a dragon!

paper or electronic books? absolutely paper

what are your favorite items of clothing? i have a t-shirt with the entirety of les miserables written on it in tiny text, and another with the entirety of the secret garden. i also love my stage management outfits, which are literally just whatever black clothing i can find the day of, but they always make me feel so badass

do you like your name? would you like to change it? i do, actually! my first name is extremely common and anglican but i think it fits me anyway. my middle name, what i go by on tumblr, is after fucking arwen undomiel- no, i’m not joking, i was legitimately named by my parents after arwen undomiel- so what’s not to like lol

who is a mentor to you? all the more experienced members of my production team are always so helpful and supportive and lovely. i miss them a lot

would you like to be famous? if so, what for? honestly? probably not. i’d like to be well-respected in my field but i don’t think that’s the same thing

are you a restless sleeper? yes, which sucks

do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? i’m a weird mixture of “absolute cynic” and “hopeless romantic” so... i suppose?

which element best describes you? air or fire

who do you want to be closer to? i forgot to answer this question last night- the answer here was copy-pasted from caroline with the rest of the game, sorry caroline- but there are several people i see on a semi-regular basis (during normal times) who i’m sort of friendly with but i’d love to be friends with

do you miss anyone at the moment? i miss all of my friends a ridiculous amount, but especially my idiot actors. (you all have probably heard at least one idiot actor story if you’ve been following me for any length of time.) they all mean the world to me, and i can’t wait until we’re all back in the theatre

tell us about an early childhood memory. when i was really little, like 3-5ish, i would always go to a family friend’s house while my mum worked. the family friend had three kids, one a year above me, one my age, and one two years younger. i have a handful of weirdly specific memories from their house, but my favorite is when the kid my age and i were playing on their swingset and when the mom called us in for lunch, she joked “oh, where are arwen and ben? i think they’ve swung into space! maybe to the moon!” i was maybe like four and i can still remember that she made us macaroni and cheese. it was a good day

what is the strangest thing you’ve eaten? i’m completely blanking on this one. i’ve eaten some weird shit in england but nothing too bizarre. elizabeth sponge, which is basically lavender-flavored victoria sponge, was pretty horrendous though. victoria sponge is such a perfect dessert and then you go and make it taste like perfume??? why???

do you like spicy foods? usually! as long as they aren’t too spicy

have you ever met someone famous? i went to elementary school with one of stephen king’s grandkids, aka joe hill’s son, so i’ve met joe hill. he and my dad would always talk about doctor who while they waited to pick us up. he actually wasn’t as weird as you would expect. my classmate, on the other hand, was exactly as weird as you would think a king would be

do you keep a diary or journal? i have made several attempts to do so and inevitably fail every time

do you prefer to use pen or pencil? depends on the situation

what is your star sign? pisces

do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? in between!

what would you want your legacy to be? that i did something good for the world. i touched someone’s life in some way

do you like reading? what was the last book you read? i adore reading. i would die if i couldn’t read. i’m currently reading my dear hamilton by stephanie dray and laura kamoie, but the last book i finished was a reread of the raven king by maggie stiefvater

how do you show someone you love them? just by being a shoulder to lean or cry on more than anything. also, lots and lots of teasing in a fun, mutual, bestie banter (or straight-up flirting depending on the person) way

do you like ice in your drinks? in water or lemonade, but nothing else

what are you afraid of? wasps and gas masks and failure

what is your favorite scent? the specific mix of evergreen, cold air, woodsmoke, peppermint, stale popcorn, something baking, and snow that you only get at christmastime

do you address older people by their name or surname? depends on how well i know them

if money was not a factor, how would you live your life? in london in one of the aforementioned row houses, doing the things i love and travelling as much as i could

do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? neither. lake supremacy. (i do enjoy pools and the sea, but lakes are best)

what would you do if you found $50 on the ground? attempt to figure out who it belonged to, most likely

have you ever seen a shooting star? did you make a wish? i think i’ve seen a couple, but i don’t remember making a wish

what is one thing you would want to teach your children? the boldest thing you can do is just be kind

if you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? ...i don’t want tattoos, so nothing

what can you hear now? the hum of my air purifier

where do you feel the safest? my theatre is simultaneously where i feel the safest and where i have the most anxiety attacks. no clue why, although maybe it’s because i feel safe enough there to let myself freak out a little

what is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? i’m making it my goal this summer to overcome my phobia of thunderstorms. i’ve progressed to the point where a calm, rumbly storm actually makes me really happy now, which is great! i’d also love to just... stop having the aforementioned anxiety attacks but not sure how much i can do about that lol

if you could travel back to an era, what would it be? assuming none of the bigoted shit that was inevitably going down in literally any era is applicable, either the 1920s or 1940s

what is your most used emoji? 😂

describe yourself using one word? tenacious

what do you regret the most? i honestly don’t have many regrets, which is wonderful. the one i do have i flipflop between not giving a flying fuck about and going “oh god i really fucked up there!”, so it’s complicated XD

last film you saw? a rewatch of the avengers

last tv show you watched? technically both marvel agent(s) shows because i’m getting clips for giffing purposes- and side note the carter lighting designer owes me money at this point for making me go through this coloring bullshit over and over- but the last show i saw a full ep from was leverage

invent a word and it’s meaning. praecipience (n.)- the feeling of sickening anticipation you get right before something that you know is coming, like a cast list or an episode or opening an acceptance/rejection letter or an execution

tagging anyone who wants to do it :)

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malecsecretsanta · 4 years

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Merry Christmas, @forensicsisabelle!

Dear giftee!

Hope this gift will give you a smile and a giggle over the festive period! Merry Christmas! <3

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There's Something Magical About Christmas!

Chapter 1 - Christmas Eve

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Surely it couldn’t be time to rise and face the day already, Magnus thinks, burrowing deeper into the furry warmth of his husband’s comfy chest, stubbornly refusing to let the light stealing through the curtains rob him of his contented bliss.

The answering purr he feels beneath his cheek makes him smile though..

“You’re turning into Chairman, Alexander,” he mumbles, scrunching his nose at the delicate licks it’s now being treated to.

Muffled giggling has Magnus cranking one bleary eye open to see it was indeed the magnificent Meow providing him with a perfect pillow, while the highly amused trio of his nearest and dearest were huddled together on the other side of the bed, laughing at his expense.

Once again, Magnus silently congratulates himself for suggesting they all wear brand new festive pyjamas every year as a Lightwood-Bane family tradition, because seeing Reindeer Rafe, Mince Pie Max and Angel Alexander had already made his Christmas as far as Mistletoe Magnus was concerned.

A grin tugging at his lips, Magnus subjects all three of them to lazy tickles, reserving a nuzzle for the unimpressed pet, who promptly vacates the bed in a huff over all the jostling noise, the void quickly filled with eager bodies scooting closer to get their morning cuddles.

“Snuggles,” declares their youngest, heaving a contented sigh when everyone’s limbs are entangled enough to barely allow any breath and his parents’ arms reach across to lock them in tight.

“How long have you three been awake?” Magnus rasps, dropping a kiss on the boys’ heads before crushing them briefly when his husband seeks one for himself.

Whispering into Rafe’s dark curls, Alec replies, “Someone forgot to turn their alarm off this morning and woke us up.” Hazel eyes peer mischievously at him through ridiculously long lashes. “Well, most of us.”

Magnus savours it, lips curling in tandem with his handsome husband’s as they patiently wait to give each other a proper kiss good morning.

“What can I say, family of mine?” he sighs, propping himself up on his elbow to see their faces better “Those of us not blessed with a Nephilim glow or the magic of youth, require all the help extra sleep can give.”

“As if,” snorts Alec, rolling his eyes in unison with their eldest, while big blue ones crinkle in delight at his papa’s silly words.

“I think you SPARKLE!” Max declares, his eager arms reaching to wrestle Magnus down for a flurry of loud, wet kisses to his face, both boys oblivious to the dopey smiles exchanged over their heads as they nestle deeper under the covers.

Hearing the mouthed words, “You’re beautiful,” because they’re voiced loud and clear on an almost daily basis by his very complimentary partner, Magnus absorbs all the affection in a languid state of happiness as he watches Alec rise to go make breakfast, asking over his shoulder what everyone wants to do today.

Everything from trips abroad to board games are discussed over the kitchen table as they wolf down Alec’s expertly-made crepes, but before they even have a chance to clear the dishes, an unwelcome security issue requiring Alec’s immediate attention threatens to breach their cheerful mood.

Rafe, proud of his dad’s position as the Head of the New York Institute and keen to take any opportunity to observe him in action, is the only one excited by the news.

“I’ll be ready in five minutes,” Rafe chirps, scrambling off the chair and running to get dressed without waiting for Alec’s permission to go with him.

With a fond shake of the head, Alec crouches next to where Max is now pouting on Magnus’ lap and takes his hand.

“I hate to leave, Max, but I’ll try and make it quick, then we’ll do whatever you boys want, ok?” Alec promises, kissing his 5-year-old’s button nose and getting rewarded with one back before going to change.

Determined to remain upbeat, Magnus suggests helping Max practice the magic trick he plans to use to impress their friends later, flicking his wrist to fill the loft with music from Max’s favourite Harry Potter film, trying and succeeding in bringing the joy back to his little one’s face.

By the time his angelic duo are ready to leave, everyone’s mood is restored, except Alec’s.

“Go do your job, Shadowhunter,” Magnus tells him between quick, chaste kisses that will have to do for now. “We’re not going anywhere.”

The lop-sided smile he receives makes the wait for their return much easier.

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Given the mutinous look on his 7-year-old’s face, Alec’s half-expecting his son to dig his heels in and refuse to leave his side while Underhill delivers his security report, but Rafe’s need to make his father proud of him overrides his annoyance at being temporarily dismissed and he trudges over to Aline without another word, letting her cajole him with offers of bo staff training and peppermint fudge until he caves with a dimpled grin.

“Thanks for offering to look after him, Aline. Appreciate it.”

A knowing smile accompanies her nod, and with a quick wave, she closes the door behind them.

“He’s a chip off the old block, you know,” says Underhill, eyes darting to the handful of papers at Alec’s elbow that Rafe had just been practicing his memos and perfecting his tricky signature on.

If it was what Rafe wanted, his son was going to head up his own institute one day, Alec was sure of it. Pride softened his voice. “Actually, I think he’s got a lot of Magnus in him too,” Alec replies, capping the embossed fountain pen Rafe had been using and twirling it in his hand. “I offered him crayons but apparently they’re not good enough for cursive writing.”

Underhill chuckles, taking a seat and opening the file. “He’s a credit to you both. Max too.”

Warmth fills Alec’s chest at those words. “Thank you. We’ve been very lucky.”

Clearing some space for them to study the data, Alec’s remembering the cleverly-timed kiss that allowed Magnus to persuade him to add some ‘yuletide joy’ to his austere surroundings, having to reign him in on the six-foot tree but unable to resist the fibre optic family-of-four snowmen sharing a rainbow scarf that stood beside a framed photo of them all.

The glamoured one secreted away in the bottom drawer of his desk, offering a digital slideshow of Magnus at his most alluring, was for his eyes only when he had to work late. That is a gift that truly keeps on giving.

A discreet cough brings him back to the present.

This time, warmth flooded Alec’s face. “Sorry. Shall we get started?”

Ever the gentleman, Underhill focuses on showing him their security status, assuring him that Keller, a specialist from the Tokyo Institute, would be a competent stand-in for himself when he took some long-overdue leave after Boxing Day.

Genuinely happy for the man who’d become a sympathetic friend over the last few years, Alec wishes Underhill good luck with his proposal plans, sure in the knowledge that Lorenzo will give him the answer he hoped for.

And equally sure they’ll be receiving an invitation, in portrait form, to the grandest wedding Spain will ever see.

Eager to retrieve his son and gather his family around him, Alec’s in the middle of locking drawers, switching off screens and filing the practice memos away for safe-keeping, when Rafe returns, sporting a megawatt smile as Aline and Helen regale Alec with how much progress the young Shadowhunter’s made with his posture and composure since he last visited.

Heart melting, Alec drops a kiss on Rafe’s head before giving him a piggyback and messages Magnus to say they’re ready to come home and need a portal, never more grateful for his favourite warlock’s pioneering ability than when it brings them all back together again.

“Will you both be on duty over Christmas?” Alec asks, once Rafe’s high-fived his chaperones goodbye.

“We are,” Helen replies, taking Aline’s hand and kissing it sweetly. “But we have each other for company while we do some heavy-duty…research.” The shared look between the girlfriends doesn’t escape Alec.

“Oh, research? Is that what we’re calling it now?” he teases as he heads for the portal that’s appeared behind him.

“We might even check the perimeter now and then,” Aline calls after him. “ I’ve heard it can be fun with the right company.”

Flipping them off behind his back, their laughter sends him home smiling and eager for a kiss from his husband.

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“Once more, my little blueberry. You’re so close, I can taste the cappuccino,” Magnus urges, heartsore about how defeated his little boy looks over the absence of lasting magic from his hands and wishing all the ley lines would converge beneath penthouse one to help Max complete his sorting spell.

The teary expression on Max’s face tells Magnus he’s not convinced he can do this.

With a soothing hand between shoulder blades stiff with tension, Magnus kneels down and cups his other one beneath both of Max’s which hold a small hill of coffee beans, and continues his encouragement. “Believe in your ability to do this, Max. Picture your magic roasting them, changing what the beans can do. Feel it in your gut and guide it to your fingertips, just like we talked about. Okay?”

Tilting his face up for a ‘positivity peck’ on the cheek, a more focused Max nods and prepares to try again, reciting the simple charm with more conviction than before.

Ready and waiting to provide a boost if needed, Magnus watches with incredible pride as the pale blue sparks don’t splutter and die, but grow stronger and brighter, rippling across the childish palms and engulfing the beans in a painless fire that ensures their new ability before clearing in a puff of white smoke.

Casting a quick reinforcement spell to preserve Max’s hard work, Magnus stores them in a sack stamped with the Hogwarts School emblem and flings his arms open for a hug, happy tears and giggles filling the room.

“Oh Max, you were wonderful!” Magnus tells him once they recover themselves, standing to swing the boy onto his hip. “Just wait until your dad and Rafe find out that you controlled your magic this time. Let alone see what we’ve done with the kitchen.”

Casting a critical eye over the lavishly-decorated roleplay cafe it had become thanks to both Max’s fertile imagination and his creative genius, Magnus has to admit he’s pleased with the results.

Shrugging his shoulders, Max is confident his father will love it. “This is fun. Dad said we could do what we wanted today.”

“He did indeed,” Magnus agrees, feeling warm and fuzzy about how, even at this tender age, Max is secure in the knowledge that his father will want to spend time having fun with him and his brother, because he loves them, and that Alec’s promises mean something.

Magnus wishes he’d known such certainty of affection growing up, been able to believe in the words spoken to him by the two men who’d held paternal roles in his life, but today was not to be spoiled with thoughts of fathers past, only enjoyed with a dearly beloved father of the present and the future. He’d found the perfect man to raise kids with.

One of many, many reasons he loves Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

“We have the stage, but not the costumes. Any thoughts?” Magnus asks, watching a slideshow of ideas come and go on Max’s face, giving it the serious consideration it deserves.

“Mmm, I want to be…..Draco. No! Dumbledore!” Bouncing with infectious excitement, Magnus needs both arms to contain his wannabe Albus, heading for the walk-in closet when a message from Alec comes through.

“Is that Dad? Are they coming back?” Max asks, crossing his fingers.

Magnus happily confirms that they are. “No time to waste,” he decides, magicking them both into costumes befitting their characters.

Max’s ecstatic smile, almost hidden by his new silvery beard, surely means Magnus chose wisely.

Activating the requested portal, they take up their positions just in time.

Gratifying gasps meet their ears when Alec and Rafe step through and spy their handiwork. Rafe takes in the bright red exterior framing the kitchen doorway as he slides to the floor, while Alec’s eyes rake over every inch of Magnus in his Lockhart finery, from his golden hair and make-up to the hem of his elaborately embroidered cape-coat.

“Papa, can I dress up too?” Rafe asks hopefully. “I want to be Ssssseverus Sssssnape!”

Dragging his eyes away from Alec’s frank appraisal, Magnus gives Rafe a thumbs up. “Certainly, ssssssunshine.” And with a flick of his wrist, Rafe becomes the head of Slytherin House.

Turning to Alec, Magnus issues a silent challenge to choose a character, lips quirking at the devilment he saw in those eyes. Watching the expressive slideshow of thoughts, an uncanny repeat of their youngest when he’s thinking, Magnus finds himself intrigued.

“How about Hag-?”

“No chance.”

“Alastor-”

“Nope.”

“Vol-”

“Don’t say his name!” exclaim the boys, pointing accusing fingers at their dad for forgetting.

Alec holds up his hands, suitably chastised, and turns a knowing smile on Magnus. “Let’s go with Sirius Black.”

“Excellent choice,” Magnus beams, all set to conjure the most raggedy and revealing prison clothes he could in the presence of the boys, when Alec spoils his fun with, “Minus the handcuffs.”

“As you wish,” he sighs, still creating a masterpiece with Alec’s velvet frock coat and fob chain, the false moustache and day-old stubble wreaking havoc with Magnus’ imagination until Max, equally resplendent in a silk robe and tasseled cap, clears his throat and lifts his arms.

“Welcome, Severus! Welcome, Sirius! This is the Elephant House coffee shop.” Pausing to check with Magnus that he’d said it correctly, Max continues. “Would you like to come inside for a drink?”

Bowing, Alec replies, “We’d be honoured, Professor,” causing Max to dissolve into giggles.

Rafe, however, staying wholly in character, gives his brother a dismissive look and strides inside, much to everyone’s amusement.

But before Magnus can follow them, Alec steals a surprise kiss as busy hands roam over the flowery cravat and waistcoat Magnus is wearing. Alec uses the voice usually reserved for the bedroom. “I just want to say that all of this works for me in ways it really shouldn’t.”

Similarly undone, Magnus tugs him even closer by his lapels. “Your whiskers have the same effect as my cat eyes, Alexander. You might have a hard time finding your razor from now on.”

The slow grin he receives is pure filth.

“Good to know.”

Magnus leaves him go with a grin of his own and shoos him inside the cafe.

Based mostly on Dumbledore’s office, the transformation looks amazing, if Magnus does say so himself. Bookshelves have replaced the cupboards, an ornate desk stands in lieu of the kitchen table, portrait paintings cover the walls and a grand chandelier graces the ceiling. In pride of place is a candle-lit lectern in the shape of an owl which holds a beautifully-styled coffee menu, next to which is a big wooden, globe-shaped drinks cabinet that houses a coffee machine with four spouts, each one forged into the head-shape of the animals representing the Hogwarts houses - a lion, a badger, an eagle and a serpent.

“You’ve outdone yourself in such a short space of time, Gilderoy,” Alec declares, taking in all the little details.

“‘Spooky how the time flies when one’s having fun,’” quotes Magnus, preening like a peacock at how thrilled everyone is with his efforts. “Care to take a taste test with our newly-qualified warlock-in-residence? Or am I spilling the beans too early, Max?”

Alec and Rafe turn to look expectantly at Max, who’s bubbling over with his need to share his news.

“I made magic coffee beans ALL BY MYSELF!“ he cries, quickly disappearing beneath a two-fold attack of bear hugs and congratulations that has Magnus joining in.

“What do I have to do to sample these special beans?” asks Alec, radiating with pride at his son’s first magical triumph.

“Sit and we’ll show you,” answers Max, fetching the sack of beans and opening it so his dad and brother could take one each, leaving his papa to explain the rest.

“These beans have been magically roasted by my good friend, Dumbledore, so that they’ll tell us which type of coffee you’ll enjoy drinking the most, based on the colour it leaves on your tongue when you chew it. Temporarily, of course.” Elegant hands draw their attention to each of the available beverages on the menu and their corresponding colour.

“Scarlet for a Grounded Gryffindor, yellow for a Hot Hufflepuff, blue for a Rich Ravenclaw and green for a Smooth Slytherin.”

“I love that,” Rafe chuckles.

“It’s actually really sweet,” Alec agrees, winking at a proud-as-punch Max.

“Now you can eat the bean,“ announces Magnus. “It tastes of Lucky Charms because Max wanted Rafe to like the taste.”

“Nice one,” Rafe says, high-fiving his little brother before popping the bean into his mouth. Alec followed suit.

When they reveal their matching green tongues, Rafe takes it to mean he’s definitely following in his father’s successful footsteps and glows as Max puts a goblet under the snake’s spout and pulls the spoon-shaped handle for the coffee to pour.

“Remember to put extra milk in Rafe’s goblet please, Max,” says Magnus, smirking at the eye roll this earns him from his offended son.

Moaning with pleasure over how satisfying his coffee tastes, Alec sets down his cup and draws them all in for a group hug.

“Gentlemen, you’ve just given me the perfect blend of family, fun and fantasy that I could ever hope to enjoy. Thank you.”

Forgiving his husband the terrible pun, Magnus knows he couldn’t agree more.

Chapter 2 - Christmas Day

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“I think our presents were a success, Alexander. Would you agree?” asks Magnus as they attempt a waltz around the loft, but Alec’s trying to focus on avoiding all the trip hazards that litter the floor, such as Persian rugs, Chairman, randomly tossed cushions and the odd discarded toy.

“Uh, yeah. They seemed over the moon with them,” he smiles. Mostly, it’s relief at having just negotiated the coffee table without incident, but there’s also the memory of how elated the boys had been, despite the early hour.

Having arranged for their friends to visit them for a late breakfast, he and Magnus had decided to let the boys dive straight into opening their gifts after being rudely woken up with their ear-splitting cries of, ”Merry Christmas,” and clambered over by their reckless limbs. There’d been many to get through but, as always, their own special ones had been revealed in an unconventional way, as befitting his unconventional husband.

Already overjoyed with all the smaller items they’d been lucky enough to receive from their parents, the boys had been watching the film, Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory, a tradition they’d adopted ever since Max had discovered the scene where Violet Beauregarde turned into a giant blueberry, when Magnus had reminded them that their festive stockings hadn’t been emptied yet.

Suspicious but eager to seek out more possible rewards, both had taken the Wonka chocolate bars inside to be exactly that, until they’d removed the wrapping and discovered the golden tickets with news of their bespoke gifts written on them.

Private singing and dancing lessons for Rafe and a prominent pirate role in an upcoming blockbuster movie for Max, both courtesy of Magnus’ close personal friends, Beyonce and Baz.

Chairman was still recovering from the screams that had rocked the entire apartment, hence why he was nowhere to be seen now, despite the number of familiar faces that were here this afternoon. Though the volume in here could have something to do with it too.

In honour of one of their generous donors, the Moulin Rouge! soundtrack had been selected as something they could all dance to, and glancing around him, Alec thinks it’s an inspired choice. How else would he be able to bask in the timeless fun of seeing Simon lip-sync a love medley to his adoring boyfriend, with Raphael’s heart eyes in full effect whenever it’s his turn to join in, with gusto. Probably for her own protection, Madzie was out on the balcony learning how to cha-cha with Catarina, while Ragnor’s frequent offers to teach them the gavotte or the jive fell on purposely-deaf ears.

And then there was their precious sons, too busy eating the last of the penguin-shaped pretzels Catarina had brought to take an active part in the chaos, but cheering loudly from the sidelines in between bites.

Alec’s sigh is filled with bone-deep contentment. One Magnus recognises instantly, dipping him into a martini-flavoured kiss Alec never wants to end.

Alas, someone has other ideas.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake man, put him down. You still have guests, you know?” Ragnor chides as he passes by on the way to Magnus’ apothecary, port in one hand and shortbread in the other, having clearly taken the hint that his skills weren’t currently required.

“You’re just sour that I christened you after the Hufflepuff ghost on account of your tongue. ‘The Fat Friar’ actually suits you,” Magnus shoots back with a pointed look at Ragnor’s stash, claiming another kiss out of spite before restoring Alec to an upright position.

Far too soon, for Alec’s liking.

“At least you weren’t ‘The Bloody Baron,’ that was way too convenient, if you ask me,” Raphael chimes in, letting slip a private smirk when Simon questions the accuracy of having been dubbed ‘Nearly Headless Nick.’ “Close enough,” he replies, utterly deadpan.

“Well, I still think Tessa should’ve been here to claim the title of ‘The Grey Lady’ but I’ll take it with grace,” Catarina says, a breathless Madzie on her hip as she rejoins them from outside.

“On that ridiculous note, I will take my leave, and my surplus-to-requirement dancing skills, to the den next door, in peaceful tribute to the fantastical badger aligned to my Hufflepuff House,” declares Ragnor, taking three steps before jabbing a finger in Magnus and Alec’s direction. “And you, my boys, better not disturb me with your caterwauling when the final song comes on.”

“The Hogwarts School motto is ‘Never tickle a sleeping dragon,’ my dear cabbage, so you’re quite safe,” Magnus counters, laser-quick, to a chorus of giggles and a solitary, unamused groan. “My work here is done,” his wicked husband chuckles, before declaring everyone needs refreshments ahead of the grand finale.

Watching him go, Alec thinks about how he’d never wanted to celebrate Christmas growing up in the stale environment of the Institute, but as with so many things, Alec had only known what he wanted since Magnus Bane had come along. The best gift Alec could’ve asked for.

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Sipping his cranberry margarita in the doorway of the balcony, Magnus takes a much-needed timeout from his duties as co-host for the evening and surveys the scene before him.

Thanks to everyone’s high spirits and all the party debris they’re accumulating, the loft is an absolute mess. Yet to Magnus, it’s never looked more perfect a home than it does in this moment.

Against a colourful backdrop of Christmas lights and mirror balls, family and friends are strewn across couches, rugs and cushions in varying states of sobriety, each one enjoying the company of those around them and managing to drown out the muted background music with their lively chatter and carefree laughter.

The now-familiar feeling of being home that Alec’s always given him, is only strengthened by the bonds that have been forged between their families, both biological and chosen.

A sigh escapes him as he imagines how different his life might have been had his mother lived, but there’s no other universe in which he sees himself being happier than he is here, with Alec and their sons. So he raises his glass in a silent toast to the mother whose loss he still feels to this day, and rejoins the party with a genuine smile for some of those people he’s happy to have found.

He’s barely taken two steps before an excitable Max is summoning him across the room to where Clary’s impressive face-painting skills are transforming his son into Frosty the Snowman, his beautiful horns, only unglamoured in the presence of those he trusts, just like his blue skin, have been turned into carrots and his blue hair is a riot of glitter and snowflakes. Conjuring a cashmere scarf to complete the look, Magnus takes a photo before messy hands have a chance to undo all the hard work.

“Just when I think you couldn’t look any cooler,“ Magnus quips, smitten with the groan and eye-roll combo that meets his embarrassing ‘dad’ joke. He still gets his cuddle though. “I think you both deserve a snow cone. Agreed?”

“Absolutely!” Clary chimes in. “But maybe make mine a little more Black Russian than blackcurrant, please?”

“Your wish is my command, biscuit,” Magnus replies, sweeping a bow as he delivers their rewards with a finger snap and giving them both a paternal pat on the head, moving on swiftly at Clary’s glare.

He spies Luke barely managing to hide his mirth over yet another argument between those notoriously fiery lovebirds known as Maia and Jace, unaware he now embodies the ‘jolly old elf’ on his gloriously ugly Christmas sweater, and decides to find out why.

“Trouble in paradise?” he asks his friend, from a safe distance away. Then he overhears his hapless brother-in-law misquote Dickens’ famous introduction to A Tale of Two Cities in a bid to prove he knows his Shakespeare, and Magnus thinks he already knows the answer.

“Oh dear.”

“Yep, it’s that bad,” Luke confirms, shoulders shaking with the effort it’s costing him not to burst out laughing. “Nine months in and the boy still hasn’t learned there’s nothing that riles our well-read warrior more than the desecration of her favourite classics.”

“And compounding it by confusing the writers?” Magnus shudders. “I always knew his self-preservation skills were minimal, but she’ll tear him to shreds if he keeps this up.”

Luke swigs his beer and slaps a paw on Magnus’ shoulder. “Fifty says he’s sleeping on your couch tonight.”

“A hundred says he isn’t.”

“Deal.”

Parting on a fist bump, Magnus winks at his admiring husband in passing and locates Isabelle in the newly-restored kitchen. Unsupervised.

Worse still, she’s engrossed in that cookbook from Idris that Robert gifted her years ago, but when she begins her feverish search for ingredients, that’s when fear grips him, thanks to a deeply unpleasant memory.

Throwing back his cocktail, Magnus knows he has to try and stop her before someone gets hurt.

“Isabelle, my dear, care to help me devour the last cream cheese bagel from Sadelle’s before Alexander gets his hands on that thing?”

She hits him in his weak spot with those luminous Lightwood eyes and devastating smile, and before she’s even finished her sweetly-worded request for permission to cook, he’s giving her carte blanche to potentially poison them all.

Oh well, he tried.

Spinning on his heels, Magnus initiates plan B, first seeking out Clary to deploy her best distraction tactics on her girlfriend and secondly, heading for his apothecary to prepare the potent werewolf fangs they’ll all need to consume.

Glimpsing a terrified Jace as he emerges from the kitchen, Magnus cuts him off with, “I’m on it,” to which Jace nods in relief.

Minutes later, he’s just bottling the preventive potion when Alec steps inside and closes the door with a look of intent that holds more danger than anything his sister’s cooking could.

“Finally,” Alec whispers, grabbing Magnus to him by his waist and crushing his mouth like a starved man finding a meal.

Magnus allows himself a few minutes of mind-blowing kisses and handsy exploration, then detaches himself reluctantly to explain his need for haste in delivering the elixir to their guests, but Alec simply shrugs and pulls him back in for more.

Both freeze mid-action when an apologetic Jace, hands raised to protect his eyes from any scenes of near-nudity, grabs the bottle and leaves, closing the door behind him.

“Damn it,” Alec groans, both taking a steadying breath as they restore their clothes to a reasonable state of tidiness, rejoining the party after one last chaste kiss.

After dosing themselves up and with new drinks in hand, Magnus settles within Alec’s embrace to watch Rafe and Maryse sing the Spanish lullabies Alec’s been teaching their son from his childhood, When Luke joins his wife to lend his voice, it draws everyone else into the impromptu concert.

Magnus closes his eyes to savour his husband’s soft baritone and burrows deeper into his arms, grateful beyond measure for the loved ones that make his life this beautiful.

***********************************

“I don’t want to disturb them,” Alec admits as they lie sprawled and overlapping on opposite ends of the too-comfy couch, their sons’ adorable snores the only sound to break the well-earned peace they’re finally able to enjoy.

Magnus sighs, running gentle fingers through Rafe’s hair as he watches Alec nuzzle Max’s, both children curled into their chests with half their face-paint still on. “I don’t either, but we’ll all be sorry if we wake-up with stiff necks and headaches.”

Reluctantly, they gather up their sons, few protests made as they’re carried to their beds, where Magnus’ magic wipes their faces clean and dresses them in their festive pyjamas. Feather light kisses and moon-shaped night-lights, don’t disturb them.

Grateful for the day they’ve had, but more than ready for this time alone together, the husbands hold hands and head for their room, exchanging ‘love you’s’ and sharing kisses until they’re both sated and asleep.

And neither could wish for a more perfect way to wrap up Christmas than that.

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slvtbible · 5 years

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‘sunflower is as pretty as a rose’

(VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL)

Summary: 19’year old Harry has a crush on you and asks you to be his Valentine

Warning: Very short!

Harry likes you. No, he loves you.

There is no denying that the way he blushes or stutter everytime you walk pass or talk to him. He gets butterflies in his stomach and he feels his heart beats louder everytime he hears you laugh,

No one knows about his crush except for his best friend in uni, Max. Well, him and his sister. He tries to hide it everyday and pushes his feelings away because he knows deep down, there is no way he can have the chance to be with you. It’s impossible,

Harry is already labeled as a ‘nerd’, ‘geek’, ‘clumsy’, ‘dumbass’ you name it. And it’s all coming from the cocky football players at campus. They love to tease him, pushes him against the locker, beats him until his glasses are broken and he has changed for about three times now.

Then, there’s you. The smart, beautiful, kind, Y/N. The cheerleader captain and the girlfriend of Keith Meyers, the jock who participates on bullying and beating up Harry with the rest of his friends. He tries to mask the hurt every time he sees him grabbing you and kisses you in the hallway,

But yours and Keith’s relationship only lasts for six months. Rumor has it, that you broke up because you hated the way Keith treated Harry just because he’s all smart and quiet. When Max breaks the news to Harry, he’s shocked but he ignores it and insists that it wasn’t because of him.

He shares a class with you in politics and human rights reform. And he’s completely in love how you always voice your opinions whenever you’re disagree with a topic in class and you’re not afraid to create a vision or solve a case with your own logical ways. To him it’s completely attractive and admirable,

But one thing that he can’t get it out of his head is how you always so nice to him. Not for homeworks or notes, just genuinely nice. Smiling at him, saying hello such as ‘hi harry’ or lending him a pen if he forgets to bring one. You’re truly the nicest and the prettiest girl on campus.

Today is Valentine’s day. The campus hall has been decorated in red and pink posters shaped hearts with balloons floating, almost taking up the space of the hallway and it’s truly suffocating. But he has plans. He has a plan on giving you Valentine’s gifts today and he’s never been more nervous.

He knows that you might have got a lot of expensive gifts from the boys in campus. They’re all obsessed with you so he can’t blame them. Still, he feels like you’re going to appreciate them no matter what and it makes his heart calms a little.

“You know he can kill you right?” Max asks, looking down at the paper bag Harry brings.

The gifts contains homemade poems—not love, of course—, cherry flavored heart shaped lollipop, mixtape filled with your favorite songs/artists and a sunflower.

Why did he get a sunflower? No idea. But he thinks that roses are too common now so he bought a sunflower instead.

Harry keeps his eyes glued on the notebook, writing down notes. “I don’t know who you’re talking about”

Max rolls his eyes at his lack of paying attention. “Keith. Who else? If he finds out, he’ll hunt you down” he nudges Harry’s stomach lightly. “It doesn’t matter if the two of them broke up, he’s still going to think of her as his girl.”

Harry merely shrugs, but deep down he knows Max is speaking only the truth. Keith will kill him but all of that doesn’t matter. He’s still going to give them to you.

“Then he’s psychopath. He should leave her alone then, it’s not my fault. I like her and it’ll be just a simple giving gift, not like anything would happened between us anyway.”

“Dude” Max starts, grabbing his shoulder to get him to look up and when he does, he says “You still don’t get it do you? Y/N likes you too! You’re so daft sometimes, need to i remind you that she broke up with that asshole because of you? I mean-he didn’t know but it’s all true! She wants you too man!”

He shakes his head, removing his friend’s grip from his shoulder and continue writing his notes. As much as he wants to believe that, there is no way Y/N could’ve like him. Just, no.

“Not true. You should have never listened to the rumors. They don’t know jack shit about what’s going on around here, Max.” He reasons,

But Max stays true to his statement, mainly because he knows something that Harry doesn’t and he can’t wait for his best friend to finds out later this afternoon,

“Whatever you say”

It’s later than afternoon,

Almost 4 o’clock, because he just finds out that you have a cheerleader practice after your class ends. And he doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow, he hates stalling and if he lets another day goes by, he won’t be giving the presents to you because he’s too scared and nervous that he might get rejected,

But he knows you. Not personally but he knows you. The nicest one out of your friends, literally the only girl who won’t make fun of his stutter or glasses or how he always keeps his nose hidden behind books.

You actually find it cute and attractive when a guy reads. Meaning, guys who reads and pay attention aren’t exactly assholes and ignorant like rest of male population in campus.

Harry is now standing about twenty feet away from you, hiding himself behind a pole so he can’t be seen. Yet.

He curses to himself when he sees you still talking with your cheerleader friends, the people who makes his life miserable. But the frown on his lips twitch into a smile when he hears you laugh. The laugh that he fonds of for the past year studying together in the same campus.

After ten minutes of doubting himself on wether he should come up to you or not, he finally decides that it’s better for him to approach you now,

“Fuck it” he whispers to himself,

He’ll ignore the snickers, laughs and name callings that are coming from your friends. It’s not like he will give it to them, so why does it matter?

As he gets closer, the laughter and chatters slow down when their judging eyes falls on his lanky figure. Looking at him up and down as if he’s one of the most disgraced creature that has ever walked on earth,

You see your friends aren’t paying attention to you anymore, their eyes shifts on what’s behind you, so you turn around and the smile on your lips is widen when you see the guy you like standing there awkwardly, holding a pink paperbag,

“Harry? Hi! What are you doing here?” You ask, walking over to him with your hands clasp behind your back,

For some reason, you find yourself extremely nervous standing in front of him. You never stand this close to him,

He smiles shyly, gesturing the bag in his hand. “Hi Y/N. Uhm, i know you may have received expensive gifts from other boys in campus but uh, i brought something for you.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously, eyes looking down,

Your heart melts at how generous he is. Looking all shyly while carrying the gift he’s brought for you, you’re trying so hard to contain your blush and it’s a good thing he’s looking down, otherwise you won’t know how to handle it,

“As if Y/N wants those from you” One of her girl-friends shouts causing the other to bursts into giggles, except for one girl named Maya,

She frowns and looks up to them with shady eyes. “Girl, shut up. He’s just coming here to give something, don’t be jealous just cause y’all ain’t got valentines today”

With that, all of them shut up with their cheeks heated in embarrassment. They continue to do their small chats with eachother, leaving Maya out of it. And she’s glad,

Harry blushes in embarrassment, hiding the gift back behind his back quickly, trying to avoid anymore rude comments from her friends,

You notice how embarrassed he is and your heart breaks at the sight. This boy right here is just trying to give you Valentine’s day gifts and your friends had the nerve to bring him down just like that. They truly are pathetic,

Except for Maya. Because she’s actually rooting for you and Harry together, plus her boyfriend Zayn is telling her to set you two up for a coffee date or something. Yes. Zayn Malik. The football quarterback who’s not an asshole,

“Don’t mind them, Harry. They all dicks anyways. Well apart from Maya, that is.” You assure him, tucking your slightly dampen hair behind your ear. “What is it again you wanna tell me Harry?”

“Oh yeah! Uhm- well as i was saying, i know you may have gotten alot of Valentine’s today, but i want to give you something too.” He smiles shyly, studying your face to see if you’re disgusted and tell him to go off,

But you don’t. Instead you smile back, biting your lip as you try hard not to grin because he looks so cute and adorable stammering like that,

“Okay” you whisper, looking deeply into his eyes. Smile still as wide as before, you can’t hardly wait to see what Harry has in store for you.

“I uh, wrote a poem for you. Also there’s a mixtape that i made and it fills with your favorite 90s RnBs artists because i heard you like them. So, there’s Aaliyah, Boyz II Men, Alicia Keys, Britney Spears, Tupac, TLC and there’s more but i can’t remember” he says, chuckling nervously as he takes out the tape. “But there’s Jhene Aiko, LANY and BJ The Chicago Kid there too. Heard you like them. And i got you a sunflower, because i think roses are too common now. I hope that’s okay.”

You truly have no idea what to say. Your mouth parts a little but there’s no words coming from it. How could someone so unbelievably cute and adorable like him cares about those small details? How could someone took their time to acknowledge that and sweet enough to put your favorite artists in a mixtape? How could someone knows you prefer sunflowers over roses?

Harry is not your closest friend. Just simple acquaintances being polite and say hello everytime you walk pass him. So you have no idea that Harry knows all of this, but you would be lying if you say all of this didn’t make your heart beat 100x times faster,

“I agree. And i happen to like sunflowers. You’re really sweet Harry, thank you so much.” You smile at him, feeling your body is about to collapse,

He gives you a shrug and shows his dimpled smile. “It’s nothing really. You deserve to be treated like a princess once in a while.” And gives you the bag

Oh, Lord. You swear your heart is about to fall out of your chest,

You take the bag from his hands and holds it dearly to your chest. “Harry... you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, really. I just-wow”

He breathes out a shaky laugh, shoving his hands on the pockets of his jeans,

“Well i try.”

The two of you share a small laugh after, then it’s quite. You wait for him to say something else other than that, but as he doesn’t say anything, you decide to speak up,

“Do you have a crush on me, Harry?”

“What?”

You smile, “just answer the question”

He seems to freeze for a while and stutter out, “uh, no. W-who umh-who told you that?” He laughs nervously,

“Your best friend, Max told me.”

He mentally face palms as he tries not to burst out in anger. He’s definitely making a mental note to kill him later,

“I, uh... i think so... yeah” he mumbles, looking away afraid that he might get rejected,

However, you smile at his cute stutter and decides to confess how you feel about him as well,

“Well, i like you too”

“Huh?” He looks up quickly, clearly not expecting that answer and still not sure if you’re playing with him or not. “You what?”

“I like you too, Harry”you say it again, this time with a giggle. To let him know that you’re not joking at all, “so, is that something you just want to tell me or is there something else?”

Harry feels his heart thumping and his whole body goes numb. Because he’s standing here and just heard the most beautiful and nicest girl he has a crush on, saying that she feels the same way and this is exactly what he’s been waiting for.

To hear you say, you like him. He truly gets his dream girl now,

He grins, blush creeping on his cheeks and finally ask you something that he’s been waiting to ask for a long time.

“Will you be my Valentine? And go out on a date with me tonight?”

With a smile, you grab his hand and gives a soft kiss on his cheek,

“I would love to”

This sucks:( but i love Valentine’s Day! What did you guys get? I got bunch of chocolates and notes from my friends and they truly are the most precious people in the world, AND i got a Valentine’s chocolate and letter from my crush!! i still can’t believe it happened HAHA

Anyway hope you guys like this and please give me feedbacks babies! Love you!❤️

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thedaughterofkings · 6 years

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Carve a heart

What a wonderful @sterekweek-2018 we had! Much thanks to the mods for organising all of it again! Today’s fic might well be my favourite out of all the ones I’ve written for this week, and it doubles as a fill for both yesterday’s Witch Hunt prompt and today’s Halloween prompt. Dedicated to @ohfuckthisshit, without whom this fic would not exist (because I couldn’t think of a single thing to write). I hope you enjoy the following 4k of Harry Potter AU with secret admirers and Halloween shenanigans! See you all again next year hopefully!

It starts the very first night back at Hogwarts, though Stiles only realises that in hindsight.

There’s a box of chocolates on his bed - just a small one, two chocolate frogs, Dumbledore and Agrippa, nothing new sadly, one cauldron cake, two peppermint toads and three iced mice. There’s no note and honestly, Stiles doesn’t really spend a lot of time thinking about how it could have ended up in his bed - perhaps it’s a welcoming gift from the house elves? - before he dives right in.

Who cares where the chocolates come from, when they are this good!

~*~

Sixth year is both easier and harder than the years before. There’s no OWLs, so that makes it more relaxed. But on the other hand all the teachers apparently had been going easy on them the past five years and classes had suddenly become much harder. Stiles had to spend far too much time in the library studying now. Why did his best friend have to be an overzealous Ravenclaw?

“Stop daydreaming, Stiles,” Lydia hissed, as if she’d sensed him thinking about her. “You’ve got to write three feet about Amortentia and then there’s the essay for Transfiguration afterwards.”

With a sigh, Stiles looks down at his parchment which is three sentences long so far, not three feet. And one of the sentences is unreadable even because a big drop of ink had smudged it all while he’d been daydreaming.

“Why can’t wizards use ballpoint pens like normal people?” he whines and Lydia replies without looking up from her Arithmancy essay:

“Because they are a society that holds onto reactionary practices in the name of tradition and purity. Now stop talking and get working, you’ve got to ace the NEWTs.”

“Those are almost two years off! And what’s it to you if I ace them anyways? It’s not as if you are in any danger of failing them,” Stiles complains and Lydia shoots back:

“Because your failure or success reflects on me. I’m going to ace them anyway and you will too.”

That’s definitely more threat than promise and Stiles looks around him, seeking help. But the only other person in the library is the Hufflepuff Seventh Year Head Boy, Derek Hale, who seems to be too engrossed in his book to listen to them. So with a forlorn sigh Stiles accepts his fate and focuses back on the properties of Amortentia.

The next day a brand new no-spill, endless ink quill lies on his usual place in the library.

~*~

Stiles honestly makes an effort to find the owner of the quill, but it appears to belong to no one. Well, Isaac makes an attempt to claim ownership, but it is so obviously fake that Stiles laughs in his face. Stiles even asks Derek because he usually sits near him and Lydia in the library, so it’s possible he might have seen something. But Derek denies any knowledge, so that’s a dead end, too. The only thing that confuses Stiles is how Derek’s ears turn red when Stiles asks him whether he knows anything about the quill - almost as if he has something to hide, though what that might be, Stiles can’t begin to guess.

The quill is too useful (and expensive) to not use, though, so Stiles decides to use it from now on - if the real owner does appear eventually, it won’t matter, after all it’s spelled with an endless supply of ink anyways. And either way, it’s the exact same blue as Stiles’ broom, old but trusty Roscoe, so really it was clearly meant to be.

Roscoe is probably the oldest broom in the whole school, older even than the school brooms the first years learn to fly on. Those get switched out every five to ten years, whereas Roscoe used to belong to Stiles’ mum and is older than Stiles. But a good broom isn’t just the spells originally put on it, but the trust and belief of its rider, the magic that infuses the wood and straw. Stiles and his dad are living in a muggle neighbourhood, so flying Roscoe was out of the question, but before coming to Hogwarts where he could finally actually fly it, he used to get it out each week and clean and polish it, cutting off crooked ends, oiling the handle and re-adjusting the footrests. And when he finally got to fly it, the first flying lesson in Hogwarts, Roscoe jumped into his hand before he could even think “up”, nevermind say it.

Stiles tried out for the Quidditch team first thing second year, and each year since actually, but he never got in. Sometimes he wished it worked more like muggle sports, where you have substitutes, so that he’d at least be able to make it second line, if first was that out of reach, but sadly, the wizarding world only ever had one set of players for one team, so no Quidditch for Stiles. That didn’t mean he stopped flying, oh no! Poor Roscoe had been collecting dust for too long already. Each Sunday morning, he got up early and took to the skies. The nice thing was that he had the pitch for himself usually, as no one else wanted to get up early on a Sunday. The quidditch teams usually trained on Saturdays and few others flew just for the sake of flying.

But half way through September, there’s someone else already on the pitch when he arrives. Derek Hale is making lazy circles around the hoops and when Stiles hesitates, not sure if it’s okay to join him or not, Derek swoops down and actually offers to leave if Stiles wants the pitch to himself!

“Or we could play one on one a little, if you want to,” he adds after a moment’s hesitation. “I have both a quaffle and a practice snitch, so we could do either of those.”

“One on one with the quaffle sounds fun,” Stiles says, not quite sure that this is actually happening. Derek Hale wants to play Quidditch with him?! But who is Stiles to look a gift horse in the mouth—he already knows that this gift horse has bunny teeth and that they are adorable.

Playing with Derek is actually far more fun than just flying around alone, Stiles finds. Derek is competitive, but not annoyingly so, just enough to make beating him a real challenge. Stiles is quicker, despite his older broom, but Derek has the bulk and reach on him, and the sheer power to put behind his movements. When he puts his all into throwing the Quaffle, Stiles quickly learns to duck rather than throw himself in its path. They are pretty evenly matched, all in all, and to Stiles’ surprise, but delight, Derek suggests meeting again at the same time next week for another game. And Stiles agrees, and finds himself already looking forward to it.

Poor Roscoe suffered a few new scratches and crooked or broken straws, but it’s nothing that a little tender loving care cannot take care of. And that evening, Stiles finds a brand new broom servicing kit at the foot of his bed, filled to the brim with highest quality polishes and oils and everything else a broom might need.

Once again, there is no note.

~*~

The broomkit is where Stiles starts getting suspicious. The quill could be explained away, and yes, even the chocolates, though no one else got any. But a broom servicing kit? Just for him?

“Perhaps someone is pranking me,” he tells Lydia, who smoothly transfigures his eyebrows into feathers.

“Well done, Miss Martin, five points to Ravenclaw,” Professor McGonagall praises as she walks by and Stiles tries to glare at Lydia, though that’s hard to do with his brand new feathers fluttering with every twitch of a muscle.

“Are you even listening to me? Someone left me broom servicing kit! On my bed!”

“You needed one, didn’t you?” Lydia asks, impassive to his plight.

“Well yes, but that’s not the point!” Stiles exclaims and Professor McGonagall interjects:

“Focus, Mr Stilinski! Your transfiguration needs to be smooth in both directions by the end of the lesson or you’ll get an additional three feet of parchment!”

Stiles’ first three attempts at the transfiguration fail to do anything, until Lydia calmly corrects his grip on his wand and gets her eyebrows singed off in thanks on the next attempt.

“Seriously Stiles, McGonagall is right, you need to focus! If my eyebrows are not in perfect condition by the end of the lesson, three additional feet of parchment are going to be the least of your problems!” she chides and then offers:

“None of this sounds malicious in any way - perhaps someone is simply trying to court you?”

“Court me? Who would want to court me?” Stiles yelps and his spell misfires, transfiguring Lydia’s lashes instead of eyebrows into feathers. At least it works this time. Lydia blinks—very slowly, probably because of the sudden weight of the feathers—and then glares at him.

“I really wouldn’t know; I’m more tempted to kill you at the moment myself! We haven’t got enough data to draw any conclusions on that. So perhaps you could just stop messing around and fix this!”

“Sorry, I really didn’t mean to,” Stiles apologises and concentrates hard to transfigure her lashes back to normal. Thankfully it works and McGonagall who has silently appeared next to him actually claps.

“Very well done, Mr Stilinski. That was a very precise transfiguration, ten points to Slytherin. But if next time you could stick to the task given and not complicate matters for both yourself and Miss Martin, I’d be much obliged. Both of you may get started on your essays now, if you please.”

When she has moved onto the next student, Stiles insistently asks Lydia:

“Do you really think someone could be courting me?”

“The facts all point towards it,” she replies and then adds, grabbing his hand and squeezing it: “You are a catch, Stiles, okay? Don’t forget that, and whoever is courting you better shouldn’t either, if they don’t want to deal with me.”

Stiles smiles and squeezes her hand gently back. It’s moments like this one that remind him why Lydia is his best friend, even across House borders.

~*~

As if his secret admirer had only waited for Stiles to get a clue, the gifts start coming more rapidly now. They range from small, like a pouch of cough drops and a vial of pepperup potion when he’s feeling a little under the weather, to a new cloak when his old one suffers a tragic accident in Potions. Some gifts arrive via owl in the Great Hall, but most simply appear on his bed. Not a single one includes a note or any hint at who might have sent it.

Thus, Stiles embarks on a veritable witch hunt—or wizard hunt, who knows what his secret admirer identifies as. The owls are always school owls, freely available to whoever does the trek up to the Owlery, so that’s a dead end. The gifts aren’t giving him much either, other than that his secret admirer either knows Stiles very well, or is keeping a close eye on him, and that money is not an issue for them. Stiles’ last hope is his bed. Or rather, the fact that gifts keep getting left on his bed. It’s not as if just anyone can walk into the Slytherin quarters and up into the Sixth Year Boys Dormitory, repeatedly at that, without anyone noticing.

The only people besides Stiles himself that regularly enter this room are his roommates and thus, armed with the power of logic, Stiles confronts them, demanding to know whether one of them is his secret admirer.

“Why would I court you when I have Erica?” Boyd asks in return and Isaac actually replies with: “Ew, no!”

“Well, thanks for that, guys,” Stiles retorts, feeling more than a little disgruntled. Not that he was particularly enthusiastic about either of them courting him, but really, they didn’t have to be so vehement in their denials. They are not super close, but Stiles would have said they are friends, though Isaac’s “ew no” is making him rethink that. Way to be rude, Lahey.

Those three, Isaac, Boyd, and his girlfriend Erica, a fellow Slytherin, too, at least don’t begrudge him his sorting into Slytherin like most of the house still seems to do. Even after five years, Stiles is still the odd one out in Slytherin, ambitious yes, cunning, definitely, resourceful, without a doubt; he could even be pretty ruthless if the situation called for it. But what too many of his housemates still couldn’t overlook was that he was “just” a half-blood. And one that had grown up more muggle than wizard, even, because of the early death of his mom. His dad did his best, but having no magic himself and none of mom’s family around, Stiles’ life before Hogwarts hadn’t involved much magic, even though he had been aware of its existence.

Sometimes it felt as though everyone else was right and the Sorting Hat had been wrong. When Stiles had let slip something along those lines one Sunday during their now routine one on one Quidditch match after the Seventh Year Slytherins had ganged up on him again the night before, he’d been surprised to hear that he wasn’t alone in that feeling. Apparently Derek’s sorting into Hufflepuff had caused a minor earthquake, too.

“Everyone from my family has been a Gryffindor,” he had explained, “going generations back. When I was sorted into Hufflepuff, some of them could not believe it and took pains to inform me of that, too. So from home, it was all ‘you should have been in Gryffindor’ while at school everyone had apparently agreed that I should have been in Slytherin instead. Their reasoning was based on my facial expressions of all things, which is even stupider than a family tradition.”

“You do have a pretty bad case of resting bitch face,” Stiles had mused and had then had to get every last morsel of speed out of Roscoe to escape from Derek’s tickling figures. It had made him feel better, though, to know he wasn’t the only one whose sorting was controversial. It was also nice to be able to add another point to the list of things he and Derek had in common. It was getting rather long.

~*~

The notes start appearing one week before Halloween. One each morning, via owl to the Great Hall, and written with a bespelled quill, so the handwriting doesn’t give anything away.

On the 25th, the note says:

“I’ve been trying to gather enough courage to talk to you for a while now, and this year is my last chance. I hope you’ve been enjoying my gifts.”

“It’s probably a Seventh Year,” Lydia says when Stiles shows her the note later and keeps talking across Stiles’ spluttering denials, because what Seventh Year would notice him? And then not dare to talk to him.

“The last chance is the important clue here—we are here for another year after this one, so if it was anyone from our year or below, this wouldn’t be their last chance. That only fits a Seventh Year. Now stop cutting your beetles and start crushing them or your potion is going to explode later.”

On the 26th, the note says:

“I admire your intelligence and your thirst for knowledge. It amazes me how you can make even the most random subjects sound fascinating and how you are interested in a wide range of topics, striving to deepen your understanding of them. I wouldn’t know boredom for the rest of my life as long as I could always talk to you.”

Stiles doesn’t show that one to Lydia. Instead he keeps it close and furtively rereads it several times during the day, his heart fluttering each time. There’s someone out there who doesn’t find his ramblings annoying, but interesting? Who likes how he can become obsessed with particular topics and has to find out everything about them as quickly as possible? It almost sounds too good to be true.

The note on the 27th arrives just as the other two have, via owl during breakfast, but this time Stiles is anticipating it, impatiently waiting for it, really. This one is shorter, but it still makes Stiles’ heart beat faster when he reads it:

“I admire your loyalty. Friends and family are of utmost importance and so few people realise that. I’m glad you do and hope to earn your loyalty one day, just as you’ve already earned mine.”

The note on the 28th says:

“If I could draw, I’d draw your eyes, for they have bewitched me. But as I can’t, I’m only left with my words, which are inadequate in comparison. Your eyes are the colour of whiskey, of amber, of molten gold, a gleaming fire and a deep pool that I long to drown in. I hope they won’t shutter in disappointment when they fall upon me.”

Stiles spends an embarrassing amount of time in the bathroom that day, staring at his own reflection, trying to see what his secret admirer sees in him, in his eyes. But all he sees is brown and a question: Who is writing to him?

The note on the 29th makes him blush and hide it away immediately, safely stowing it away until he can reread it in the privacy of his bed:

“I dream of your lips. I dream of their touch, their taste, your touch and your taste, your warmth and your bite. My dreams are sweeter than reality, for in them I hold you and touch you and you hold me and touch me in return. I long for your touch, your lips on mine, your body against mine, kiss chased by kiss, touch chasing touch. Would you also dream of me, I wonder?”

The handwriting on the note on the 30th is shaky, for once not smoothed out by a quill’s magic:

“I’m scared shitless, if you want to know the truth. I’m scared you’ll laugh in my face, or politely turn me down. It’s why I kept quiet for so long—it’s easier to dream when it’s just a dream. Reality threatens to turn the dream into a nightmare and I’m scared that instead of loving me, you’ll hate me.”

The note on the 31st, Halloween, is the shortest of them all:

“Meet me in the kitchens after classes?”

Stiles is a nervous mess for the rest of the day, which is a shame because he loves Halloween, and what’s better than Halloween in a castle with actual witches and wizards and ghosts? He’s sure his site is going to bruise because Lydia has elbowed him so often to draw his attention back to the here and now. Thankfully none of his teachers notice his distraction or he might have ended up getting detention and having to stand up his secret admirer.

It’s the thought that dominates his mind the whole day: Today he’ll get to meet his secret admirer. It makes the note he got yesterday suddenly so much more relatable, because as excited as Stiles is at that prospect, he’s also scared shitless. What if it was all big prank after all? What if he’ll come into the kitchen and it’s a bunch of Seventh Year Slytherins who’ll laugh at him and his romantic naivety? Or what if he does actually have a secret admirer, but it’s someone he can’t stand?

And what if it’s someone he likes? Somehow that’s the scariest option of them all.

The day both creeps and speeds by, every second lasting hours and every hour over in seconds and before Stiles knows it, he’s standing in front of the painting that hides the entrance to the kitchens and is trying to get his breathing under control. He didn’t know if this was a date, so he didn’t dress up, but he also didn’t know if it wasn’t a date, so he at least cleaned up after classes were over, wanting to look if not his best, then at least good. He’d probably have to settle for acceptable, but his secret admirer surely knew what they were getting themselves into.

Finally Stiles plucks up his courage and tickles the pear in the portrait.

The kitchens are as warm and friendly as ever, busy with the dinner preparations, but the house elves welcoming and excited to greet a guest nevertheless. This time he doesn’t get directed towards a table, though, but to a small door near the end of the kitchen that he’s never before noticed. When he steps through, he finds himself in another kitchen, much smaller, more like one you’d find in a regular household. It is filled with candles and magical Halloween decorations - bats flying just under the ceiling, dramatic cobwebs hanging over the cabinets, and pumpkins of all shapes, colours, and sizes everywhere.

And in the middle of the room stands Derek Hale, slightly pale but for his red ears. He is cautiously smiling at Stiles, as if he’s unsure of Stiles’ reaction still.

“Hello,” he says and Stiles answers dumbly: “Hi,” overwhelmed by the situation still.

“I know Halloween is your favourite holiday and as we can’t go trick and treating here, I thought we might carve some pumpkins together and just, talk?” Derek continues and Stiles blinks as he’s trying to process all of this.

“You are my secret admirer?” he asks finally and Derek actually blushes and ducks his head.

“Yes, I am. Sorry, I probably should have said that first thing. I hope you are not disappointed now.”

“Dude, no!” Stiles exclaims and immediately wants to kick himself, because really, ‘Dude’? “I’m not disappointed, seriously, so not disappointed, I’m just trying to wrap my head around this still. You are actually interested in me? Like, for real?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say with the gifts and notes,” Derek replies and Stiles nods, mentally going back through all the gifts. So many of them make sense now that he knows they came from Derek, like the quill right at the beginning, or the broom servicing kit after their first game together. There’s just one question left:

“But how did you get them into my room? Do you know our password?”

Derek shakes his head.

“I asked Boyd and Isaac to help me. They would leave them on your bed for me.”

“That dick!” Stiles exclaims and quickly adds in explanation: “Isaac said ‘Ew, no’ when I asked him if he had anything to do with it, the dick.”

“Where you hoping he was giving you gifts?” Derek asks, his face suddenly blank, and Stiles vehemently shakes his head.

“God no, we’re friends, but no, really no.” He hesitates a moment but then decides it’s time for him to be brave, not just Derek, and says quietly: “I wasn’t hoping it was you either, but only because I didn’t dare to. I didn’t want to be disappointed if it was anyone but you. I’m very, very happy that it was you after all now, though.”

Derek ducks his head, but Stiles can still see the smile that’s stretching his lips and impulsively reaches out to grab his hand. After a moment of surprised stillness, Derek intertwines their fingers and squeezes gently. Stiles squeezes back, suddenly very giddy, and says:

“Now, you promised me pumpkin carving. I demand the biggest pumpkin—I’m going to make a dragon!”

“You can have all the pumpkins you want,” Derek promises and Stiles has to dart forward and press a kiss to his lips. It’s just a peck and it’s only just Halloween, but with the sense of how Derek’s smile tastes and feels burned into his brain, Stiles feels as though Christmas has come early.

Perhaps a dragon won’t be the first thing he carves after all.

A heart seems much more appropriate.

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What do your muses want for Christmas?

((This is going to be a slightly long post because I have a lotof muses, but I’ll try to keep it somewhat concise.

Sooyeon: She wants to try switching up her choicesin perfume (she’s been wearing the same one FOREVER, and it would be nice tochange it up), so maybe like one of those perfume sampler gift sets? Also maybesome new makeup brushes. And, lastly, books. Genre, stye, author, etc don’tmatter. She just wants something new to read and she doesn’t know where tostart.

Seunghyun: There’s nothing in particular thathe wants? He doesn’t admit it easily, but he’s a fan of some kpop girl groups,so if someone knows him really well they might get him a new album orsomething. He doesn’t, like, collect posters or anything like that though, sono need for merch- he just enjoys the music. Also, he needs a new pair of bootsand a new watch ^^;

Hyuna: Eyeshadow palettes: the Morphe x Jaclyn Hill palette, theViseart Editorial Brights palette, and the Fenty Beauty Moroccan Spice paletteare the ones she’s most interested in (they’ve all been used on her forphotoshoots and she loves them, but she doesn’t actually own any of them). Alsoat least one Huda Beauty Liquid Matte Lipstick, preferably in bikini babe,wifey, or heartbreaker. Also, maybe some new heels? Something strappy andblack- like this or this. Oh!And, lastly- a pokemon hoodie! Preferably a size or two too big for her. Also,the ones that are either simple (with like a single pokemon on the front orback) or the ones that have the hood with the ears on it (she’d love a shinyumbreon one, without the tail tho if possible. It seems like it would just getin the way). Alternately, maybe thisSailor Moon jacket, she absolutely loves it!

Kyuhyun: Red Dead Redemption 2, Dragonball Fighter Z, or Assassin’sCreed Odyssey. He also intends to preorder the ps4 vr bundle that comes withBorderlands 2 and Beat Saber (mostly for Borderlands), but that’s expensive, sothat’s more of just something he’s getting for himself ^^; Also- he likes 2player video games so that Chanmi can join him if she wants to. He knows she’snot, like, super into them or anything, but if he can find something she enjoysplaying, then he wants to get it. After all, what’s better than getting to doyour favorite leisure activity with the one you love? He also needs a newwatch (he goes through one or two a year because of work oTL), and some newwinter gloves. Also, maybe a new phone case- his is looking dull and worn. ALegend of Zelda related one maybe?

GaIn: She’s been trying to learn how to play the piano, but it’sdifficult when she doesn’t have one- so maybe a keyboard. Nothing expensive orfancy, just something functional that she can learn on. Nail polish, redlipstick, and black eyeliner are things she always needs, so any of that would be great, too! Also, she’sbeen meaning to get a suit that’s better tailored to her own body rather thankidnapping Kwon’s all the time (they’re a little big on her). So something likethat would be nice. Or a slinky, red, dress.

Kwon: A guitar rest for his acoustic guitar at home (hisrecently broke, so he’s resorted to lying it in places he hopes are safe forit). Some new heels- he’s in love with this pair. Otherwise,Kwon doesn’t really want for much. Maybe just some new music notation sheets. Acalligraphy kit would be nice, too.

Hyojin: She needs CASH. Like, that’s what she really needs. Notstuff, just CASH. Though some new headphones would be appreciated (not earbuds,but actual headphones), as would a new winter jacket with a faux fur trim onthe hood. Hyojin is the kind of person that doesn’t care much for gettingpresents. She never knows what she wants until it’s right in front of her- soshe prefers money in order to get things for herself.

Hyuk: A new tripod for his camera. He already has one, butanother one would be awesome because he keeps losing his other one somehow?? Hewould also like a nice water bottle, something sturdy and easy to carry- he’sgained a little weight lately and now he’s trying to carry water with himeverywhere so he’s not tempted to drink sugary stuff (because he likes both hiscoffee and tea WAY too sweet). Lastly- he’s a big movie buff, he’ll watch justabout anything. So movie memorabilia? Or literally just, like, the actualmovies because he has hardly any and he’s just stuck with whatever’s availableto stream on Netflix.

Yongsun: Mostly she just wants stuff for her dog, Aayla. So, like,dog toys and dog treats, maybe a new leash. Also some running shoes- she won’tuse them much at this time of year, as soon as it’s warm she likes to go onjogs with Aayla not just through the park, but outside of the city too, likealong forest and mountain paths. She grew up surrounded by nature, so the cityis stifling to her. That’s why she’d also like a couple easy to care for plantsfor her house, too. Nothing that will die if she doesn’t have time to tend toit for a day or two, but something to brighten up her place. Also- some coloredpencils because she bought a Harry Potter adult coloring book and hasn’t beenable to use it, but she keeps forgetting to by colored pencils oTL And,finally, one of those Star Wars Death Star waffle maker because who /doesn’t/want Death Star waffles?! Or the Millenium Falcon one!On one last note: Yongsun doesn’t need much. She makes a fair amount of moneyfrom her job (not as much as you’d expect, but she has plenty). Honestly, thebest gift for her is someone who will come over and help her bake Christmascookies and pies and things for her family and friends. She usually cooks andbakes alone, which is fine because it’s very therapeutic to her, but sheprefers it when other people want to join her.

Junsu: He also doesn’t want much, he usually just buys whateverhe wants. But copic markers don’t come cheap, so maybe a nice set of those. Newsketching pencils and pens for inking would be nice, too. Books are always agood choice, as well. When he’s not drawing or writing, he’s usually reading.You could get him just about any book and he’d still read it, so you can’t gowrong with anything, really. He does prefer adult fiction, but as an author ofyoung adult novels, he reads a lot of books in that genre for inspiration.Otherwise, there’s nothing in particular that he desperately wants. He livespretty simply. Though, just a small hint with Junsu- he doesn’t seem it, buthe’s fairly sentimental. He doesn’t care much about gifts- for him, the card isusually much more important. So get him a card and write something in it. Heloves that. He has a small box of old Christmas cards, mostly from when he wasyounger and still living with his siblings and parents. His younger siblings usedto make cards for him all the time and he’s kept every single one.

Wheein: She mostly likes Christmas for the sweetsand baked goods. It’s why she always ends up spending Christmas with Yongsun’sfamily- they make a TON of food and bake a ton of cookies and Wheein can bringhome as many left overs as she wants xD So, seriously, load her up on sugarystuff. Her manager might be upset with you for it, but Wheein will appreciateit! Aside from that, Wheein cares less about gifts and more about time spent together.The best kind of Christmas gift is something as simple as taking her out iceskating or something. Usually she and Yongsun get a lot of time off aroundChristmas, so she has more free time to spend with people. Unfortunately, sheusually assumes that everyone is too busy with their families to want to spendtime with her, so she’s never really the one to initiate a day out with afriend. But if you want to get her an actual gift- she likes candles. She alsotakes a lot of baths, so bath bombs and such are perfect.

Youjin: He needs a new jacket, for one thing-preferably a leather jacket. Also new winter boots because he hasn’t had newwinter boots in like 4 or 5 years, so his aren’t in great condition ^^; Anotherthing that he’d actually like is something he wouldn’t really go out and getfor himself unless he was prompted to, but... a nice suit. Or at leastsomething to wear someplace nice. He’s a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy, so hedoesn’t own many nice, dressy, clothes, but he wants to be able to take Eunbiout to nice dinners and things sometimes and he’d be ashamed to do so in suchcasual attire ^^;

Chloe: She’s always looking for new gloves towear year round- faux leather gloves, satin gloves, even ones that are slightlysheer. She’s been trying to trick herself with fingerless gloves or fishnetkind of ones, too, in the hopes that she can slowly kind of get into the habitof not wearing gloves at all eventually. So anything like that that’s a glovebut that forces her to actually make contact with things despite wearing thegloves is great. Otherwise, she kind of wants Overwatch now so she can playwith Lina ^^; And maybe just a few games, in general. She’s not much of agamer, but they’re a fun leisure activity, you know? Also... fake flowers. Thatsounds a bit silly maybe, but they last longer and they can look really prettyaround the house, too. Also maybe some new clothes? She doesn’t buy new clothesfor herself very often, so most of her wardrobe is from high school anduniversity ^^;

Jinyong: If you want to make a good impression, buy something forhis daughter instead of for him. He doesn’t buy much for himself outside ofnecessities because he focuses on getting things for Areum, instead. But ifyou insist ongetting a gift for him, he prefers not to get decorative things (like photos orknick knacks). He likes more functional gifts. Like a movie that he and hisdaughter can enjoy together. Or maybe a cookbook because he’s been trying tolearn how to cook and bake better. Actually, any kitchen necessities would begreat because he’s always missing something. Likea rolling pin, a hand mixer or stand mixer, new pots and pans or a nice knifeset. Stuff like that. Also, he’s someone who actually enjoys getting ties for Christmas, so don’t shy away from that!He’s almost always wearing a tie at work so he likes to have a variety.

Hyemi: Hyemi is a tricky person to buy for. She’s minimalistic inmost aspects; she doesn’t like a lot of clutter. No artwork or figurines. Herhome is pristine and plainly decorated with basically just essentials. Most ofher clutter comes in the form of clothes, makeup, shoes, purses, jewelry, andsunglasses- things like that. She makes money off of her youtube videos whichmostly involve makeup and fashion stuff, so it makes sense that she has quite acollection of these things. That said- I guess the best things to get her forChristmas would include functional items (think headphones, a phone case (gold,white, or a soft pink preferably), even bathbombs, perfumes, and such) orsomething like makeup, jewelry, shoes, and the like. She may seem like a fussywoman who will only wear high end stuff, but seriously, so long as it looksgood she doesn’t care if it cost $5 or $5000, she’ll wear it.

Jaewon: Jaewon is a big dorkwho loves things with science and math puns. Yes, you read that correctly-science and math puns. The more ridiculous, the better! There’s not really muchthat he needs, but he’ll be happy with just about any gift, honestly. Mysuggestion for this Christmas would be something like I mentioned above, ormaybe a new controller for his PS4 because he recently broke one of his and nowhe only has one (don’t ask him about it because he’ll lie, but he got mad andthrew it oTL). He’s not like a huge gamer or anything, but he does play themsometimes to chill out.

Ericka: Ericka is all about those “gothy”clothes- black, black, and more black! Anything witchy is totally cool, too!She likes crystals a lot and kind of wants a new Ouija board, too. Alternately,she’s a huge gamer- she’ll play literally just about anything! So you want toget her a new game? Go for it! A new gaming headset? Heck yeah! Just somefigurines or hoodies of characters etc. from a game? YES! She also likescooking and needs some new pots and pans and things but she’s pretty broke, sothat would be cool, too!

Nick: My dear sweet boyjust wants a cat tree for his kitties. He’s been trying to find a good one, butthey’ve been a bit out of budget lately. Basically, anything for his cats is agreat gift for him. He loves his cats so much

Sarah: Sarah likes cute things.Plushies, decorative pillows, little figurines, stickers, etc. She’s also fondof cuter clothes, especially anything in a soft pink color (a cool toned babypink is her favorite), so anything like that would be nice! She also reads alot, so books are a great gift! She mostly reads fantasy novels and sometimesromances or detective novels. Sarah also likes journaling and does those cutelittle bullet journals. She’s going to need a new one for the upcoming year!That said, other things that go with bullet journaling would be great, too-like washi tape, gel pens to add some color, even stamps and ink for stamping(things like mini calendars, days of the week, etc).

Donghae: Donghae has basicallyeverything he could want, to be honest. The best kind of gifts to give him are allpretty functional- a new wallet, some earbud headphones, even just a tie orsome festive socks? Lately he’s been writing a lot though as he intends tocross over into more musical pursuits soon (releasing an album sometime thiscoming year), so nice notebooks are a great choice of gift, too!

I hope that that’s enough ideas? Some of my muses are hard to buy for ^^;))

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Ask the Admins 13.0

anon asked: For any of the admins! I’m not sure if this was asked previously, so I apologize in advance. But what's everyone’s favorite au / prompt? (Also thank you guys for starting this blog, im forever grateful this exists)

Chamomile: awww! I’m grateful that this blog exists too (lol). My current favorite type of au’s are murder mystery au’s because of the Rabbit Doubt writing group I’m in so like, expect so many of those coming up soon. I’m also really digging superhero au’s.

M: I’m a fan of the whole “kidnapping / assassin / mob / killer” sort of a trope for some reason - it’s loads of fun to try and mess with original tropes and make them ridiculous, funny, modern, etc.!

Jynn: My fave AUs are ones that incorporate real life twists on typical AUs, like including people with disabilities.

@tomorraw asked: How many of you guys are there? Do certain people answer in certain genre? Or does everyone write what they are given? How did you guys meet? (Btw, this is one of my favorite idea blogs. They are so many different views on different ideas and so many genres.)

Chamomile: Currently there’s four of us! I know admin m and admin jynn from a loooong while back -- like two years back. Admin jynn and I go back to our homestuck roots (love her for that) and we’ve stuck together ever since. We all just kind of write whatever floats our boats! M: I met both Jynn and Chamomile through working on the Night Unvaled, which is a Night Vale Fancast that we wrote and produced. We’ve been friends ever since!! As for the certain genre thing, I can’t really say that we all write solely one genre, but we all certainly have our specialties!! Jynn: We have a posting schedule for who posts what when, but when it comes lists we all just take what interests us. Chamomile and I met more than two years back… in a Homestuck role play. Shortly after, we met M in a podcast project we were all working on and we've all be friends since!

Anon asked: what are some of your favorite tropes?

Chamomile: does “I love the way that you understand me and make me feel like I’m the only person in the world when you pay attention to me” count as a troupe? Like an OTP troupe? Bc that’s my ultimate favorite.

M: My favorite trope is messing with tropes. Best thing.

Jynn: “Flaws” turning out to work to someone's advantage!

Anon asked: What is pastel/punk or pastel and punk? I don't get it and google isn't explaining it to me because it's a meany

Chamomile: I remember this AU! It was an AU Friday list that I did and loved doing it! Basically, there’s ‘pastel’ aesthetic which is very like, cutesy baby pink and pastel blues and other ‘soft’ colors being worn with other ‘soft’ aesthetic items like, glitter or hair clips or oversized sweaters ands stuff like that. Then there’s punk aesthetic, which very like, ‘heck all of you, I want to be comfortable and show that I’m rebelling against the social/political norms’. It can vary from person to person, so it might be better just to google ‘punk fashion’. The whole tag is supposed to be sort of an ‘opposite attract’ type deal.

Anon asked: So in regards to the color au in which you only see color once you touch your soulmate: what if you were born blind? Or when you touch your soulmate, it turns out that you are colorblind?

Chamomile: mmmmmm I’m not a fan of this AU bc of reasons I’m too longwinded about. Skipping this question for me.

M: I guess it’s possible and would make for quite the interesting change in AUs from the usual soulmate trope, but make sure you’re careful when it comes to writing AUs about topics you’re not personally familiar with (such as being blind), but go for it!

Jynn: Idk about it. Lmao I'm picky as heck when it comes to soulmate AUs, and this one has the potential to be interesting but never “stuck out” to me.

Anon asked: hi there! i'm new {ish}, and i've been looking thru ur old posts. i think it's really cool how u help ur followers, school related or not. out of curiosity tho, who is the person who according to that school survey watched so much anime? if u have time, would u mind asking?

Chamomile: Anon I want to know too like, please, show yourself.

M: We support you. Maybe. For the most part.

Jynn: Show ya self ur among friends. I too have consumed too much anime.

Anon asked: Just wanted to say I love your blog. It gives me inspiration! :)

Chamomile: Aaaaa! Thank you <3

M: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jynn: Awwwww!

Anon asked: just poppin in to ask if its okay for us writers to adopt these aus? and claim the whole plot as ours but still credit the bunnies (ie linking it to this acc)? thanks for clarifying!

Chamomile: Totally! We completely encourage it because it brings more people to the blog and also, we get a lot of satisfaction from seeing people enjoy our prompts! Here’s a link on how to cite our au’s: link

Anon asked: omfg, i still think the admins are gorgeous. like f***, you are cute.

Chamomile: Bless your heart, thank you! We really should update what we look like...

M: OKAY YEAH WE SHOULD PUT OUT UPDATE PICS!!!!!! BUT THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!

Jynn: :o ! Thx!

@genosha-meiuqer asked: Weird question. If you woke up one morning and realized you could grow a beard made out of cotton candy, how happy would you be on a scale of 1-10; one being not happy, and ten being extremely happy.

Chamomile: Genosha, I would be so hype, you wouldn’t understand. Like a 10/10. Even if I did get tired of my new cool cotton candy beard like?? I can just wash it off?? Because cotton candy is water soluble?? I see no problems here??

M: maybe a 2. Too sticky.

Jynn: 7/10. Might get sticky and tedious (and I work in and pool so it'd probably get in the water) but endless free cotton candy? Yes.

Anon asked: Deadpool 2 boyfriend? yes or no?

Chamomile: consider this….boyfriend….and girlfriend…..dating both at the same time….

M: yus

Jynn: Yes on boyfriend but NOT at the expense of a lady characters story ending badly.

Anon asked: what's your dream job?

Chamomile: whatever makes me happy? Right now I’m happy serving coffee and doing odd writer jobs in exchange for gift cards (#hit me up y’all), but in the future I might want something different so like, it depends as I grow!

M: Creative Producer in Hollywood!!

Jynn: Aaaa I wanna work in entertainment. Running tech, performing, whatever. Gotta be near that world.

Anon asked: Are you a part of any fandoms? Which ones?

Chamomile: oh jeeze well uhhhhh -- I still hold homestuck dear to my heart, but I’ve mostly moved into podcasts (SAYER, The Adventure Zone, WTNV, Carpe DM) and a lot of like, writing niche groups with my friends? If I can count those as ‘small fandoms’.

M: soooooo many: Nightvale, Merlin, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, etc. Too many.

Jynn: Still Homestuck like Chamomile. Various Nexflix series: Voltron, Stranger Things. Miraculous Ladybug too. Lots of Max Fun and Night Vale Presents podcasts, McElroy products. I work about 60 hours and week so I like things I can listen to while doing other things.

Anon asked: If you were a dragon, what would you hoard?

Chamomile:....scraps of paper. I have so many. I write down AU ideas and story lines on them and then just like, shove them into my bags and pockets and forget about them.

M: pens. so many pens.

Jynn: Useless cute stuff/LUSH products/stim toys probably.

Anon asked: M, did you draw the illustrations in your piece "The Beacon"?

M: I made it in photoshop, yeah! If anyone is curious, here’s the link to the fic (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BxP7qW60hE6fUmdSWDJMNHBhRGs/view?usp=sharing). The first draft was written by Admin Chamomile for a speed write but adapted and extended by Admin M just for fun. Go for it and read it if you’d like!!

(Chamomile: just gonna….slide this first draft right here….shhhhhh)

Anon asked: How long would you survive in a zombie apocalypse?

Chamomile: hopefully until humanity can find the cure, lmao

M: maybe a month. maybe.

Jynn: Mmmmm no.

Anon asked: Which Never Book quote is your favorite?

Chamomile: “What were you thinking in that last moment between life and oblivion?” Jynn: “So you take another hit, and sick into a whiskey flavored kiss because he’s not there to tell you no.”

Anon asked: Unicorn or Pegasus?

Chamomile: Unicorn! No real reason why. M: Pegasus. Fly bitches. Jynn: Pegasus is more utilitarian.

Anon asked: this is probably too late for ata, but have you ever wanted to write a piece where the characters are southern but you don't know how to write their drawl or accent or dialect? (currently going thru this for the walking dead)

Chamomile: This sounds like a really interesting “How Do I Write” segment soooooo check back on Thursday ;D

M: ^^^^^^^^^^

Jynn: Not this specific situation. I live in Missouri so I know well how they talk lmao. I have run into something similar with an Irish character though, lots of research!!

#ask the admins #faq #admin jynn #admin m #the admin chamomile #admin syren is absent so we'll have us all together for the next one!

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austenmarriage · 5 years

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New Post has been published on Austen Marriage

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Pop Quiz for All You Students Suffering Spring Fever

Today brings a little fun and games in celebration of spring. (It comes late to the high desert in Oregon. Our trees are just now in bloom. See the dogwood by the headline.) Today’s blog features a quiz on a variety of Jane Austen topics. There’s no rhyme or reason to topics or order. The quiz has thirty questions. It’s so long I’m putting the answers just below each one. Otherwise, you’d spend all morning scrolling back and forth. It’s an honor system, but keep your score.

Let’s compare scores! Challenges to answers also welcome.

Ratings/Austen Equivalent:

0-12: Mr. Collins, who knows not what he does not know.

13-20: Edward Ferrars/Edmund Bertram, solid but not setting the world on fire.

21-25: Henry Tilney, learned on topics from muslin to crown lands to Udolpho.

26-30: Liz Bennet, fiercely demolishing all comers.

What American game does Jane Austen mention several decades before it was supposedly invented?

In listing the games that Catherine Morland likes to play as a 14-year-old, Austen mentions cricket, running around, riding on horseback, and—baseball.

What was Jane Austen’s pen name during her life?

“A lady.” She never published under her own name during her life.

What American rock star tried to buy Jane Austen’s ring in 2013, but was thwarted by English Janeites who raised £152,450 ($232,836) to keep the ring home?

Kelly Clarkson.

When did readers learn that Jane Austen was the author of “Sense and Sensibility” and “Pride and Prejudice”?

December 1817 or January 1818. Her brother Henry provided her name in a short biographical essay when he published “Northanger Abbey” and “Persuasion” after her death. The books became available in December 1817 but the official publication date was 1818.

How did Jane Austen’s sailor brothers make much of their money while in the service?

Through the sale of captured ships. Captains received one-fourth of the total prize money (reduced in 1806). Charles might have made £5,000. Frank might have made £10,000, which also included bonuses for escorting merchant ships home from India. Neither approached Captain Wentworth’s £25,000.

What item did her brother Charles buy Jane that is mirrored in “Mansfield Park”?

A cross and gold chain to be worn around the neck. Charles bought Jane a topaz cross, and another for his sister Cassandra. William Price buys his sister Fanny an amber cross.

John Murray published Scott, Goethe, Melville, Darwin, and Austen. But who was his most popular author?

Byron.

What Austen family members are known to have denounced slavery?

Jane’s oldest brother, James Austen, criticized slavery in a college periodical he produced, the Loiterer. Another brother, Frank, in a letter home while stationed on the island of St Helena in 1808, criticized slavery in any form.

Where does the Regency era get its name?

King George III of England, in his second madness, gave way to his son, who was named Prince Regent in 1811. The Regent had most of the powers of the king. Parliament wrestled with the legality of a regency because the King, now mad, would have had to sign off on the transition in power. The son became George IV on the death of his father in 1820.

Why do we know so little of the period between 1802 and 1809 in Jane Austen’s life (which is the time of my trilogy “The Marriage of Miss Jane Austen”)?

Jane’s sister Cassandra burned the vast majority of Jane’s letters and any diaries or journals she may have kept. No one knows why. Frank’s daughter, also named Cassandra, burned his large correspondence with Jane.

How many known proposals did Jane Austen receive during her life?

Only one, from a young, callow Harris Bigg-Wither, in December 1802. She was courted by several other men, including a mysterious clergyman in 1801, who died before he could propose. Though the Bigg-Wither proposal shows up in every biography, its provenance is sketchy. It was not reported until sixty-seven years after the fact, by a niece who was not alive when it allegedly occurred.

What is the most surprising thing about the last few years of the life of the great abolitionist William Wilberforce?

After giving away hundreds of thousands of pounds to charitable causes, Wilberforce died in poverty after an investment with one of his sons collapsed.

How could black slaves in English possessions in the New World earn their freedom?

By joining the British army, either to fight the American revolutionists in the 1770s on the mainland or later to fight the French in the West Indies.

What critical domestic device did Jane Austen have control of?

She had responsibility for the keys to the expensive luxuries: sugar, tea, and wine.

Once she settled in the village of Chawton, how did Austen keep her writing private?

A squeaky door would alert her to anyone coming her way; when it squeaked, she would put her writing aside.

In round numbers, how much money did Austen earn from her writing in her life?

£640. Her work earned another £700 or so after her death, all of which went to her heir, Cassandra.

After his high life as a banker came crashing down in bankruptcy in 1816, what career did Jane’s brother Henry pursue?

He became a clergyman like his father and oldest brother.

What is the most commonly cited reason for Jane Austen’s death in 1817 at age 41?

Addison’s disease, a disorder of the adrenal glands, though no one really can say for sure. This modern diagnosis is based on her complaints of skin discoloration, which could have been caused by a variety of illnesses.

Why were the officials at Winchester cathedral baffled by an increasing number of visitors to Jane Austen’s crypt over the years?

They knew her only as a clergyman’s daughter.

What was the sad truth about the lives of women in Austen’s time, as exemplified by her sisters-in-law?

Five of Austen’s six sisters-in-law died young, three of complications from childbirth.

Beyond showing that she had a tall, spare figure, what does a detailed examination of Jane Austen’s clothing tell us about her physique?

The shape of her torso indicates that the wearing of constrictive clothing when she was a young woman caused her ribs to flatten.

France’s power on land and England’s on the sea caused Napoleon to compare the two nations to which imposing animals?

Buonaparte said the long stalemate was a battle between an elephant (France, unbeaten on the continent) and a whale (England, unbeaten on the sea), because neither had a way to defeat the other.

Who is the only man in Austen’s novels to marry a woman older than he?

Mr. Collins is twenty-five when he marries Charlotte Lucas, twenty-seven, in P&P.

Who is the only female protagonist in Austen’s novels to marry “beyond her bloom”?

Anne Elliot in Persuasion, who is in her late twenties. Except for Emma, who had just turned twenty-one when she married, Austen’s other heroines were in their teens.

During the Regency era, what was the only way by which a husband and wife could divorce?

Through an act of Parliament. Only the wealthy and connected could afford divorce. Only two or three women obtained a divorce on their initiative.

In Austen’s six major novels, how many described kisses are there?

In all six novels, there are only five described kisses; one almost kiss; and one likely sneaked kiss, according to Austen scholar John Mullan.

What major character has the shortest time before becoming engaged in an Austen novel?

Catherine Morland becomes engaged to Henry Tilney in eleven weeks in Northanger Abbey. They married “within a twelvemonth.”

What secondary character has the shortest time before becoming engaged in a Jane Austen novel?

Charlotte Lucas becomes engaged to Mr. Collins after one day of courtship in Pride and Prejudice.

Who coined the term “Janeite”?

George Saintsbury coined the term Janeite in his 1894 introduction to a new edition of Pride and Prejudice.

Who popularized the term “Janeite”?

Rudyard Kipling popularized the phrase in his short story, “The Janeites,” about a soldier in World War I who believes there is a secret society of people, the Janeites, who read the author’s work.

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Beginnings of a Dream

You know, I’ve really tried multiple times to keep some sort of journal to keep track of my random musings. It really never lasts. Once I even bought a fancy real leather, naturally bound journal with a fountain pen because I thought a really nice journal would make me want to write in it consistently. We all have a habit of fooling ourselves now, don’t we?

I’ve been super lost for a really long time in life. I mean, a REALLY long time. I’m 30 years old and am only just now figuring out what it is that I want to do with my life. JUST NOW. And all it took was one line from a famous entrepreneur to trigger that spark of recognition in me.

I say recognition because up until now, I was dangerously close to losing myself and what makes me happy in the pursuit of “happiness”. (Read: money). I thought that what would make me happy was making tons and tons of cash, and I was moving heavily in that direction. But I ran smack into a crisis of conscience while on the path to extreme wealth. See, I’m a good salesperson. A great one, even. But in my job it was coming down to me having to sell a product that I don’t actually believe in in order to reach that goal of extreme wealth. I almost crossed that line.

Almost.

Until this super popular Twitch streamer and content creator by the name of Harris Heller saved my ass from committing to what probably would have been the biggest and dumbest damn mistake of my life. Even a bigger mistake than a lot of the stupid relationship decisions that I’ve made that costed me relationships that could have probably turned into marriage. On that note, I have a fantastic partner now that I want to make a life with and am determined not to mess that up, but I digress.

See, Mr. Heller posts videos on YouTube about things Streamers need in order to get started on Twitch. And it’s not the same crap most of the people genuinely trying to be helpful talk about. He talks about really digging inside yourself and finding the reason WHY you want to do this. So I took his advice and dug in. And what I came up with is the reason I started playing video games in the first place.

It’s because I’m a fucking weirdo. Like, seriously. I’m super fucking weird.

But that’s okay, because most people are. Normal is overrated as hell. But the biggest reason WHY I’m so strange is because I was never able to fit in as a kid. With my family, with my friends, even at most places that I’ve worked. Hell, I even work at a video game retailer and I don’t feel like I fit in with the company culture there.

So I figured out that what I wanted to do is create an environment where weirdos like me could come in and be safe and have a spot to hang out. I want to give them that hangout spot where they won’t be judged for the games that they like, the hobbies that they have, or any other factors that might lead to their ostricization in society like age, gender, sexual preference, ethnic background, their history, or anything else. That’s the type of space that I’ve always wanted, and it’s never been something that I’ve ever found. So I decided to create it.

But see, one of the things that keeps most people from following their dreams is what some call the root of all Evil.

Yeah, money.

Everything is expensive. The computer equipment is expensive. The streaming accessories are expensive. The video editing and photo editing programs are expensive. Everything costs money.

Damn.

Then I ran into Dan Lok. And what I heard him say lit a fire right under my ass. It was something like;

It’s not about how much money it costs. How much money could it potentially make you?

And I thought about that. I thought about these Twitch partners who are able to make a full-time living out of streaming on that platform. So I researched how much they make.

Now it’s not some crazy ass amount that will make your jaw drop. But it’s enough for a comfortable life.

And that right there...that was the moment I decided to make Twitch streaming and content creation my career.

I have no illusions about this. It is not an easy path. It is not a short path. This is no get-rich quick stream. People chasing the quick path to fame and fortune need not apply. But this shows me that I was born at the perfect time in this day and age.

I am born into an environment where I can make a career out of doing something that I love. Something that makes me happy.

And not only that, but I get to do it while also creating an environment for gamers and weirdos like me to hang out, chill, be comfortable, and talk about everything from games to life, without fear of being made fun of, judged, insulted, or put out.

Goodness gracious.

I finally know what happiness feels like.

#twitch #contentcreator #twitchstreamer #mypassion #pushingfoward #runtowardsyourdreams #reflection

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100 Questions and answers

Bored out of my mf mind so idk. 1. Coffee or Tea? Coffee ❤ 2. Black and white or color? Color 3. Drawings or paintings? Drawings 4. Dresses or skirts? I like 2 poece dresses. I think they're adorable. 5. Books or movies? Both 6. Pepsi or coke? Vanilla coke 7. Chinese or italian? Dude I love both equally. 8. Early bird or night owl? Night owl. I literally stay up until 1am 9. Chocolate or vanilla? I'm okay with either. I just don't prefer vanilla ice cream. I prefer vanilla in my coffee or drinks or something. 10. Introvert or extrovert? Introvert.. like bad. 11. Hugs or kisses? Both 12. Hunting or fishing? Fishing 13. Winter or summer? Summer 14. Spring or fall? Fall, it gets chilly and beautiful and it's also Halloween. 😊 but my bday is in Spring too tho 15. Rural or urban? Rural 16. PC or mac? PC 17. Tan or pale? On other guys, I don't have a preference as long as you're not an asshole. :) I'm currently pale af and my family makes fun of me. 😒 18. Cake or pie? It's gotta be good pie 19. Ice cream or yogurt? Ice cream 20. Ketchup or mustard? Mustard is disgusting. Ketchup 21. Sweet or dill pickles? I never cared for the sweet pickles so dill 22. Comedy or mystery? Mystery 23. Boots or sandals? Boots 24. Silver or gold? Silver 25. Pop or rock? Rock 26. Dancing or singing? Both 27. Chicken or chess? Chicken with other dumbass impatient drivers in this town. Cut me off mf I dare you. 28. Board games or video games? Video games 29. Wine or beer? Wine 30. Freckles or dimples? I like both. 31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? Bbq sauce 32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? Body wimeight exercises (except planks) 33. Baseball or basketball? Basketball 34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? Crossword 35. Clean shaven or facial hair? It doesn't matter to me. As long as the facial hair isn't getting in the way of anything. 😐 36. Crushed or cubed ice? Crushed bc I eat ice 😂 37. Skiing or snowboarding? I haven't done either 38. Smile or game face? Game face. 39. Bracelet or necklace? Necklace 40. Fruit or vegetables? Fruit 41. Sausage or bacon? Bacon 42. Scrambled or fried? Fried 43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? Dark 44. Tattoos or piercings? Piercings since I have no tattoos and like 1 piercing and planning on getting another one 45. Antique or brand new? Antique 46. Dress up or dress down? Idk what this means but I'd rather be underdressed. 47. Cowboys or aliens? Aliens bruh 👽 48. Cats or dogs? I love both but dogs actually seem to give more of a shit about you sometimes 49. Pancakes or waffles? Pancakes 50. Bond or bourne? Wtf does this mean 51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? Fantasy. Dragons, wizards, vampires, werewolves, witches, warlocks, trolls, etc. I love it. That's why I love Skyrim so much! ❤ 52. Numbers or letters? Ehen it comes to math neither :) 53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? LotR 54. Fair or theme park? Theme park 55. Money or fame? Money lmao 56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? Washing dishes 57. Snakes or sharks? Snakes ❤ bc they're beautiful and they'll only bite you if you piss them off, scare them, or try to hurt them. They can be very sweet. I had a ball python for a little bit 58. Orange juice or apple juice? Orange juice 59. Sunrise or sunset? Both 60. Slacker or over-achiever? I'm a slacker but somehow I'm caught up like 95% of the time at school. Lol 61. Pen or pencil? Pen bc they write smoother 62. Peanut butter or jelly? PB 63. Grammys or Oscars? Oscars but I never watch them 😂 64. Detailed or Abstract? Detailed 65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? Multiple choice. When I have to write an essay on my online World History test I procrastinate so bad. Like I could take an entire week. 66. Adventurous or cautious? I'm both but more adventurous. I was seriously fixing to just go into the Baker Hotel by myself since the guys were being wussies. 67. Saver or spender? Saver. 68. Glasses or contacts? I wear contacts and they're better than glasses 69. Laptop or desktop? Laptop 70. Classic or modern? Classic 71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? Fitness trainer bc I need to work out more 72. Internet or cell phone? Cell phone 73. Call or text? Text. Unless I really need to talk to you I'll want to talk fsce to fave but if I can't then I call 74. Curly or straight hair? I have a bit of both. More curly. 75. Shower in the morning or evening? Morning but I always take evening showers 76. Spicy or mild? It depends on what I'm eating 77. Marvel or DC? I kind of like both 78. Paying mortgage or paying rent? Mortgage bc eventually you can pay it off and don't have to worry about it anymore. Although it is more expensive 79. Sky dive or bungee jump? Sky dive 80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? Oreos ❤ I ate so many when I was little that I made myself sick and I still eat them 😄 81. Jello or pudding? Neither 82. Truth or dare? Dare 83. Roller coaster or ferris wheel? Roller coaster 84. Leather or denim? Jacket; leather Denim: jeans 85. Stripes or solids? Idk what this means lmao 86. Bagels or muffins? Muffins 87. Whole wheat or white? I'm not picky 88. Beads or pearls? Pearls 89. Hardwood or carpet? Hardwood bc carpet is a bitch. I have carpet in my room and a few months ago my brother decided he would throw up all over my carpet. So i have a disgusting ass puke stain on my carpet. 😷 90. Bright colors or neutral tones? Neutral tones 91. Be older or younger than you are? A little older so I can buy cigarettes. (Yes I know don't start with how I'm gonna kms) 92. Raisins or nuts? If I say nuts y'all are gonna make fun of me 😂 93. Picnic or nice restaraunt? Picnic 94. Black leather or brown leather? Either as long it's leather I love it 95. Long or short hair? On guys, I don't mind either as long as you take care of it. On me I prefer short because I look adorable. With my short hair. 96. "Ready, aim fire" or "Ready, fire, aim"? Ready aim fire because what's the point of firing if you don't hit what you need to hit? 97. Fiction or non-fiction? Fiction 98. Smoking or non-smoking? Smoking 😕 99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? Open your mind before your mouth 100. Asking or answering questions? Answering. Especially if you asked a stupid question.

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