#bit of a pair of assholes innit

[tenderhungering]

those curls are whispering in his ear to him to be evil

[anjaelle]

The Consequence of Pride

Pairing: Tangerine x Black!Reader

Warnings: Guns, Gore, Glass injury, Attempted murder

Word Count: 1.3K (a shorty)

A/N: Something I threw together on my phone in the middle of the night because I couldn't sleep. Tried to check for errors and such.

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The humor of the situation wasn't lost on him.

Two men lay in a puddle of their own blood just a few feet away, with their brains painting the vibrant blue wallpaper behind them. When you told him that you shot the assailants and then tripped and fell into the glass shards of the broken coffee table, he laughed. He couldn't help it. It just slipped out. He apologized until you let out a tiny affronted gasp which made him guffaw even harder.

"I hate you." "Uh huh."

"I'm going to shave your mustache off in your sleep."

"Bit dramatic, innit?"

You let out a low grunt as he pulled a few smaller shards of glass out of your hand with a tweezer and tossed them aside. "That noise sounds familiar."

"Shut up, Tangerine."

You watched him furrow his brows as he sprayed the antiseptic on your hand and you whined at the sting. He was never surprised at how easily you were able to hold your own. But you also had a surprisingly low pain tolerance and an even lower tolerance for bullshit.

"I know, sweetness, I'm almost done."

As usual, he could see right through you. Despite the fact that you stood in the remains of your once beloved housewarming gift, all he could focus on was the way your lower lip jutted out pitifully and the way you clenched your good fist in anger. He wrapped your leg up in a gauze to cover up the bleeding cuts after pulling glass out of your thigh.

You were dressed in a red satin pajama set that Tangerine bought you from Dubai that you were excited to finally show him after not seeing him for over a month. Luckily, the blood stains weren't obvious, but the shorts didn't protect you from the glass. And your first night with him was definitely ruined.

"I still can't believe you laughed at me." You mumbled as he kissed the palm of your hand through the bandage. You couldn't let that go. You were injured and in distress, and your boyfriend had the audacity to let out a little giggle...a little "tee-hee" over your clumsiness.

"C'mon, it's a little funny. It's kinda funny, baby. Admit it." He raised his brows at you.

"No."

He clicked his teeth and shook his head, "Gotta work on getting a better sense of humor."

You pretended to bristle at him when he kissed your forehead, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you liked the attentiveness.

He ignored your antics, gently lifting your head up to inspect your face. He tilted your head to the left and then the right, looking for any surprise injuries. He’d taken the time to clean the dried blood from your face.

“It’s not mine,” you clarified, glancing at the bloodied wall, “It’s asshole number 2’s.”

You couldn’t really tell what was going on in his head. His eyes expressed a mix of anger and concern about the situation at large. They’d come here with the intention to hurt or take you. He knew that much.

The question was why and how they knew where you were. You hadn’t worked a job in ages. They clearly thought you’d be off your game, but they were quickly proven wrong. He glanced over at the bodies in the apartment foyer.

“How long did that take?”

Time seemed to slow down during the struggle. It could’ve been 2 minutes or 2 hours between the time they barged in and the time you were plucking glass shards from your elbow. You told him as much.

“So…what the hell happened?” He questioned casually. He took step back to look you over in full.

“They pretended to be delivery men. I know, don’t give me that face. I ordered dinner for us and they showed up. I took out asshole number one first. Asshole number two tried to fight me. Me! You know I’m not that great at fighting.” You fidgeted with your anxious hands as you spoke, remembering the adrenaline you felt as you and the assailant struggled to take each other out, “He lunged at me, but missed and crashed into the coffee table. I tried to get to the gun, but he got back up and grabbed me by my hair.”

Your gun was kicked under the couch in the scuffle, so you had to improvise. “We were fighting again. Next thing I knew, I had his gun and—bam.” You mimed a headshot with your hand.

As you spoke, Tangerine looked around the apartment as if following the story in his head. He hummed, “Taking out two men on your own in little Jim-Jams. You’re kinda scary sometimes.”

“Don’t try to flatter me after you laughed at me.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You know who did it?” Once he was sure that everything was calm and you were okay, he took off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to move the frame of the coffee table out of the way.

You watched him from your plush purple couch, perpetually pleased that you didn’t really have to lift a finger while he was around. Even as you crossed your legs to get comfortable, you ignored the sting of pain in your thigh where the glass dug into your skin, “I dunno. They didn’t have any IDs or easily identifiable tattoos on their arms. I wasn’t really interested in examining them.”

You grimaced at the thought of touching their cold, dead bodies.

“You seem pretty fuckin’ calm about all of this shit.” He said, kneeling down to sweep up the broken glass, “I need to report it, y’know. Someone’s gotta be looking for them.”

“It’s not the first attack. Probably won’t be the last. I’m a hot commodity, babe.”

He shot you a tired look and you grinned proudly at his annoyance with you.

“I called the cleanup crew to come.” You added in a mocking tone, throwing your voice and putting on his accent, “So, yes, I was responsible, bruv.”

“I don’t sound like that, you dick.”

“Mhm, you do.”

He swept up the last of the glass and raised his brows at you, then threw his voice to match yours, “Shut up Tangerine, stop laughing at me. I’m overly sensitive and hot with a princess complex.”

You matched his expression and he grinned at you.

“Whose fault is that? Hmm.” You asked, motioning at him. He let out a loud laugh, tossing his head back and leaving to dump the glass.

“Fair enough.”

You sat curled up next to him on the couch while the cleanup crew moved the bodies and tried their best to get the blood out of your wood and wallpaper. You already knew it was a lost cause. Despite the actual gore being washed off, there was still a tinge of pink visible on it. He’d finally showered and changed into joggers and a t-shirt, tying his hair up. His hand rested lazily on your upper thigh, gently rubbing circles into your skin. You’d showered too, forgoing the cutesy pajamas he bought you and choosing just a plain concert tee and shorts. The plushie he bought you from Seoul sat tucked between your knees, and you felt fully comfortable for the first time in hours.

“Sweetness…” he mumbled tiredly.

You stopped scrolling through your phone, “Hmm?”

“Be honest,” he gave your thigh a light squeeze and a small smack, “did you break the coffee table?”

“No…yes.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you heard the rumble of another giggle in his chest.

“How’d you do that?”

You let out a long sigh, knowing you were gonna regret this for the rest of your life. “I was doing a victory dance. And I tripped over the couch leg and fell. In my defense, it was already cracked from when the other guy fell into it.”

The giggle turned into a full blown laugh and you couldn’t even be mad about it. It was a stupid way to get injured. An embarrassing way to get injured, even. He leaned down and pressed a few kisses to your forehead.

“Thank God. I fuckin’ hated that table.”

[exodusin]

"Hi good night or good morning I was just asking if you can do a teen Michael afton with a Jamaican s/o"

( yes am Jamaican and i hope your alright and well :)

TEEN MICHAEL AFTON WITH A JAMAICAN S/O☆

pairing ˖ ݁ ˓ teen michael afton x jamaican!reader drabble + headcanons (both Michael and reader are 18 seniors)

note ⋮sorry if this took long :,) please let me know if any of the following seems disrespectful since I’m not Jamaican, if there is let me know and I’ll fix or take it down, enjoy :D also no bite of 83 here just pure love and Michael just being an idiotic flirtatious teen in love ♡

contains ⋮ fluff, michael is a douchebag but he’s a total flirtatious dorky sweetheart, michael has a mullet, 80s love, pet names, a little tiny bit of spice nothing much

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

It all started in early 1984, you were a new student in Hurricane, Utah. A simple girl with a pretty face, minding your own business, doing what you need to do, not a goody two shoes, just a student wanting to get your senior year over with, not expecting excitement until from a certain popular boy changes it all.

Michael tried so hard to not focus since he didn’t want to attach with someone who is new and wants to make them feel like any other nerd.

But he couldn’t because why did you have to be so damn beautiful?

Always looking pretty, being chill, you weren’t to prudy or too rude, you were just a butterfly fluttering around finding sweet nectar.

The way your long locs swayed gracefully as you did P.E, how relaxed you look, being cheerful at times like the world wasn't watching, your warm smile, your dark skin that made him all giddy inside, just YOU. Maybe he’ll cut you some slack and not be asshole just like he did to the other new students.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t mess with you a bit because that’s what he is. A bully

He made his move the next day when you were putting your stuff away in your locker, you turned your head to meet a teen about 18 years old and gave you a smirk with those stupid blue eyes that somehow made your heart flutter, but then you realize it was Michael Afton, the troublesome boy, the bad boy, you looked at him a playful judgmental look at his sudden appearance beside your locker.

“You're the new girl, innit?” he asked, and not in a way to be friendly but to annoy you, you were unbothered since you can do the same, you closed your locker and held your books close you, “Yea? What are you here for? To shove inside my locker as you do to the other kids?” you teased, damn, your voice was attractive as hell, he could just melt in that spot he's standing, his tried to maintain tough in front of you but damn just you existing made him a giddy dork.

Although he didn’t expect you to respond, instead all his cockiness faded, well not all but more than half

“What? No no no, you got it wrong I just...hmph...I, oh shit, you just seem cool and I wanted to introduce myself since you don’t seem nerdy or geeky as the other new students…..” You slowly raised a brow and chuckled a bit, “There’s nothing more cute than seeing a punk get nervous over a girl, how sweet.”

You knew he liked- well had a crush on you- but Michael didn’t like the slow chemistry going on so he followed his instincts and confessed to you about his feelings, you weren’t going to lie, he was attractive and treated you like a queen more than he did with his friends, plus he was really to fun to hang out with and you were indeed catching feelings.

That night, you two were just cuddling in the back of car and he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his thumbs softly rubbing your cheek, he so wanted to kiss those plump lips of yours that seem to have pineapple lipgloss but you decided to tease him and kiss him on the cheek instead, payback for the bullying he does towards his little brother and the nerdy freshman.

“Drive me home, pretty boy. I’m tired, it was nice today, thank you.”

Poor boy didn’t get his kiss, karma tho.

Anywho- headcanons!

Sometimes when it’s night time in Friday nights Michael would visit you outside your balcony, just seeing you dance to a childhood reggae song or any other music that you like.

“Nice moves, babydoll.”

Yup, babydoll is the special nickname he has for you.

He came back that night just to get his kiss, you found it silly but still, you couldn't resist it, you so wanted to kiss him back, and damn it sent him to the moon.

The kiss was romantic, slow, and passionate and when I say after that kiss, Michael will buy you loads of lipgloss for those perfectly shaped lips of yours, you just look so darn beautiful in them, he wants to claim you in every shape, way, or form.

He wants to learn how to do your hair and doesn't want to mess it up, if you ever ran out of the shampoo that is needed for your texture he will buy it in a second, need new bonnets? He will buy the finest ones on earth.

If he messes up the slightest on styling your hair he’d cursed himself while you just laugh at him and just teach him the basics.

He LOVES laying between your pillowy thighs, the way the lamp reflects your dark skin is like an image the gods sent him. Double pointers if you play with fluffy mullet while he rests his head between your thighs giving them butterfly kisses.

If you were to sleep over at his house he would lend you an oversize band shirt, he definitely didn't hide your pajamas just so he could get away with seeing you with his shirts.

Anywho

The days you doll yourself up, with cute clothes that fit your curves perfectly, your hair either styled in long locs, braids with beads, or an afro with flower decorations, Michael will do everything in his power to hold you by the waist, a sign to show others your his.

He gets more possessive when the tormentors from his friend group flirt with you, like for instance, Jeremy Fitzgerald (freddy mask) once said-

“You and I will get married one day ;)”

Michael: MARRY MY FIST—

Sorry this silly punk British boy loves you so much, he can’t help it.

But you return your love and reassure his by kissing him all over his face with your plump lips, his grin turns idioticly boyish.

He’d love your parents and how they embrace their culture, your dad having records of popular 60s-70s reggae artists in the living room like Bob Marley and The Wailers, Toots & The Maytals, Horace Andy, etc.

Your mother gave you the idea to invite Michael over for dinner to meet him, and Michael was more than happy because the food tasted like he's got a piece of what heaven is like, the dinner was a Jamaican dish called Fish Escovitch along with fried plantains as a side snack.

William didn't know how to cook for shit, and the poor boy had to eat it because as much as he'd rather starve he knew he couldn't.

But with this food your mother served, he was finally satisfied but had to maintain proper, despite him being a dirtbag that has no shame slamming geeks into the lockers and mercilessly beating them up.

When school was finally over for the summer, you invited him to Jamaica for two weeks of the summer, a town called Falmouth.

And you in your emerald bikini and beach skirt that fitted your dark skin is so beautiful, he always asked himself how he got so lucky to have someone like you, a piece of the heavens sent for him ignoring his aggressive persona of a bully, because, despite all that, the heavens new Michael Afton would treat you like a queen.

It was like you were made of stars instead of atoms.

In the lagoon, at night, Michael would place a Hibiscus flower behind your ear, place you on his lap and kiss your face and run gently his pale fingers onto your wet locs and whisper-

“I love you F/N, only you, and forever be, even in the afterlives, there will be no existence where me and you aren’t together.”

[mediocre-daydreams]

(ch.2) i don’t do love

enough with the blackberry torment!

pairing: sirius black x female! potter! slytherin! reader

summary: james potter’s younger sister can’t tell if she adores or loathes sirius black. sirius black can’t tell if he’s an asshole for flooding the great hall in blackberries, or if he’s an asshole for flirting with his best mate’s sister. (which he’s not, of course, but hypothetically, if he was, how mad do you think james would be?)

warnings: strings of long winded insults, really dramatic ranting, an overworked slughorn who is trying so hard and loosely based off my history teacher, NO (Y/N), she/her pronouns

W/C: 2.8k

A/N: second bit done! the fear of ants translating into blackberries is a real experience of mine. i can’t tell you how many shudders i had writing this chapter. 

Blackberries were a feature of breakfast on Monday morning. You knew exactly why. Regulus took one look at your look of disgust and sighed. “Did my brother have something to do with this?” He didn’t need a verbal response to understand.

“Your brother and my brother and their stupid little boyband- they will not one up me! Not today. You know what? You know what-” You lept to your feet, practically tossing your jellied toast at the first year sitting across from you. “I’m so sorry!” You shouted back at them as you stormed to the Gryffindor table, not needing a second to spot your brother and his friends; you could follow the obnoxious noise.

“You gits! You absolute dunderheads!” You grabbed Remus and Sirius by their collars, knowing they must’ve been the masterminds behind the breakfast sabotaging. “You two little sadists think it’s so funny to exploit my childhood ant trauma for a little prank, don’t you? And you, Mr. Prefect,” you jabbed your finger into Remus’ chest.

 “How did you even- what did you two do to the poor house elves to convince them to screw up breakfast, huh? The audacity! The nerve! The gall-” Your words were lost as Sirius pulled you to sit on the bench next to him. Turning to meet his smirk, you shoved him, the bottoms of both your palms digging into his chest. He didn’t budge.

“Curse you and your stupid quidditch muscles! I swear, you’re so insufferable!”

“Good mooooornin’ bug! The weather’s lovely today, ‘innit?” James leaned over from behind Sirius to tap you on the head a few times, multiple times, too many times, and you couldn’t help but snap at him.

“It is 8AM, I woke up and found out my shoes,” you glared at Sirius, “were so chuffed that the leather has begun peeling, and now I’m wearing Marlene’s old ones because I don’t want to get dress coded, and I just got an owl telling me my new Potions textbook won’t arrive until two weeks later, so Slughorn’s gonna be so upset because I’ve already forgotten to hand in last week’s homework, and now I have to put up with you lot and your pre-pubescent, immature pranks!”

 Your chest heaved as you tried to recover from your passionate monologue. Sirius looked down at you, your cheeks tinged pink with exertion, and seemed entertained. Merlin’s beard, he makes me so furious! He’s all fun and great until he can’t take anything seriously at all and now I’ve just had a fit in front of the entirety of the Great Hall and it’s all his fault!

“Alright there, I’m sorry, yeah?” Sirius wrapped a hand around your head and pulled you into his chest, the same stupid chest which you couldn’t even shove because it was so chiseled firm, and as you buried your head into the soft fabric of his shirt beneath his robes, it wasn’t like you were even comfortable. Sirius’ chest was very much uncomfortable and you wished he would just let you go.

Sirius prayed that you were upset by the blackberries enough to distract you from his thumping heart, just above where your forehead rested. You banged your head against his chest a few times in mock anguish as Sirius ran his fingers through your hair and his other hand around your back. 

To anyone else, it would’ve seemed like an intimate embrace. To you, it was the worst morning of your life. To Sirius, it was heaven—he was getting a firsthand look at the aftereffects of his prank, and he relished every moment of it.

“Alright, Pads. Hands off my sister. As much as I love watching her in despair, I don’t love watching my mate feel her up, got me?”

You practically flung yourself away from Sirius in disgust. “That was not what we were doing, James!” Sirius plastered on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

I didn’t go too far, did I? She looks horrified. I should’ve asked before I touched her, she seemed repulsed by it. Repulsed? Is that it? She’s repulsed by me? Godric, what has she been hearing about my family in the common room? What has she been hearing about me?

James patted your back as he and Sirius bantered; you cracked your neck, staring down a bowl of blackberries. Fucking blackberries… what a prick, that Sirius Black. He’s getting such a kick out of this, isn’t he?

Your silence was not lost on Remus, ever perceptive, who leaned across the table and pushed the blackberries out of your line of sight. 

“Hey, we didn’t take it too far, right? I’m sorry, Sirius and I found the whole story cute and we didn’t realize how much it would affect you. Can I make things better? Do you need me to walk you out?” You met his eye, lips curling at his comforting smile.

“Thank you, Remus. You’re so kind, but I think I’m going to finish eating with Reg. He’s familiar with my blackberry… aversion. It’s okay, though—the prank, I mean. You couldn’t have known.” Remus sat back down, satisfied with your answer. You waved to him as you rushed over to Regulus, shaking your head at the ground in disbelief at your brother and his posse of baboons.

Sirius turned to Remus. “Reg? Did she just call my brother Reg?” Sirius snorted, taking a large swig of his orange juice and slamming the goblet onto the table with a little too much force.”

Remus shrugged. “Does it really matter?” 

Sirius grumbled. “Guess not.” His brother, Regulus Black—what was he telling you about him? The two of you had always been close, finding yourself distant from the elitist, blood supremacist Slytherins ever since being sorted in your first year. That didn’t mean you had to be his best friend or anything. Regulus Black… what was he good for anyways? What did you even see in him?

“I could hear Sirius’ voice from across the hall,” Regulus laughed, rubbing your shoulder assuredly. “Why don’t you finish your toast and then we can leave for Potions early? I hear Slughorn’s having another Slug Club event soon and rumor has it he’s getting enchanted candied oranges!” He nudged you with his elbow, prodding a smile out of you. “Eh? Eh? C’mon, I know you love ‘em.” 

You met his eye with an intense squint, which he reciprocated, as the two of you battled for dominance. You gave in the minute he waved a new piece of toast, slathered in a generous layer of orange marmalade, in front of you which he had prepared as you were off doing business with the sixth year Gryffindors. You suddenly became aware of the food redistribution around your seat—the blackberry croissants, blackberry strudels, blackberry juices, blackberry jams and jellies, blackberry pancakes, and gleaming dishes laden with heaps of ant-like blackberries had all been pushed to the side, replaced by plates stacked with golden toasts, slices of peeled oranges, little clementines in bowls, a steaming pot of oatmeal, and a little ceramic duck which poured syrup out of its bill.

“I love you,” you mumbled through your toast, eyes watering with gratitude. “I love you, and I love orange marmalade.”

The fortunate consequence of running from the blackberry-infiltrated dining hall was facing an empty classroom and having the first choice of seats. Obviously, you both dove for the window seat on the left-most side of the middle row, which had the best view for when the giant squid passed by, was just the right distance from the front to be able to read the board while not getting cold called, and close enough to the supplies cabinet so that one could rush over and gather ingredients quickly without getting caught in a line. Regulus beat you to it.

“You know what, Reg? I’ve been having a great morning and am in a cheery, giving mood today, so I will let you take the window seat with the grace and poise of the pureblood Slytherin I am.” You slid into the seat next to him, throwing your head back to dangle over the seat.

“Did I hear you right? Finally coming around to the truth, Potter? You’re a pureblood, and nothing can change that, as much as James and your blood traitor parents might try and sully your line. You’re one of us, Potter.” Mulciber, a perpetually gumpy looking Slytherin, called out at you as he and Avery sat behind you.

“Oh sure, Mulciber. I’m one of you? Please enlighten me, what does that mean? That I’m a pureblooded pug breed who can’t differentiate between my left and right?” Avery barked, much to Mulciber’s frustration.

“Potter’s got a point, actually. Remember when you stirred four times counterclockwise instead of clockwise and your potion practically exploded? I swear I have a picture of you and your boils in the infirmary somewhere…”

You grinned at Avery, who held his hand up for a high five. Regulus slapped it out of the air instead. “I’m sorry Mulciber, I really, truly am, but if I ever get a tattoo, you best believe the first one will not be some crudely designed snake worming its way out of an anatomically incorrect skull—what even is that supposed to represent, the culmination of every Slytherin cliché?” 

You patted Mulciber’s arm supportively. “It’s gonna be okay, big boy.” You reached into your bag and pressed a sugar quill into his hands—surprisingly well-manicured for such a gruff guy—as a way of amends.

“I’m only letting this slide because I have to, Potter. Slytherins have each others’ backs, as much as we may hate each other.” Mulciber bowed his head to hide a small smile. “But you can’t just bribe me with sugar quills next time.”

Slughorn’s heavy footsteps reverberated within the Potions dungeon as the last few stragglers settled into the front row.

“Look alive, folks!” Slughorn clapped his large hands together loudly, jerking more than a few students from their dozing. “Today, we’re going to be brewing…” He mimicked a drum roll on his knees, “Befuddlement Droughts! 

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, and while you weren’t alone in your appreciation for the chipper teacher, a chorus of poorly-concealed complaints filled the air. Slughorn pretended like he didn’t hear anything.

“Who can tell me what a Befuddlement Drought is?”

A couple of hands raised, but you and Regulus’s arms shot up immediately. Slughorn quirked an eyebrow, familiar with the academic competition between the two of you. This time, you were quicker than Regulus.

“The Befuddlement Drought causes the drinker to become belligerent and reckless, as it’s brewed with ingredients that stimulate the inflaming part of the brain.”

“Excellent, and what a wonderful addition about the ingredient properties! 10 points to Slytherin. Please pull out your textbooks and turn to page 351, where you’ll find the brewing recipe and instructions. Work with the person sitting next to you—and I don’t want any trouble, Mulciber and Avery!” You could feel the two boys shrink a little from behind you.

Regulus pulled out his copy of the textbook and slid it between you; you nodded gratefully. “I’ve got the aisle seat, so I’ll grab the ingredients.” Not even a minute after you were gone did Avery and Mulciber tap Regulus’ shoulders mischievously.

“So, anything going on between you and Potter? You two have been getting real cosy recently.”

“Mate, Potter and I have been ‘cosy’ since the first year. What about you? I’ve never seen you two apart, ‘ya off shagging in broom closets or something?” Regulus deadpanned. The three immediately shut up as you approached; you dropped the ingredients in front of your partner rather carelessly, with scurvy grass flying everywhere.

“Did I hear someone say shagging in broom closets? Are you two having a little passing period fun?” You snort, finding yourself incredibly funny. “Don’t worry, I can keep a secret.” You turned around only to see Slughorn’s face looming over yours.

“Alright, Potter. As good of a Potions student as you are, I will not tolerate any more talk of sexually-charged broom closet escapades in my classroom. Or making a mess of my scurvy grass! At some point, teachers pay out of pocket and grass is surprisingly expensive…” Professor Slughorn trailed off as he meandered through the desks to check up on other students. Avery and Mulciber raised an eyebrow at you, implying, is it just me, or is Slughorn off his rocker? 

The sixth year Gryffindors were met with a slightly frazzled Slughorn and scurvy grass scattered on the dungeon floors. There were no questions as the professor paced behind his desk, visibly distraught. There were also no offers of help, nor condolences.

Sirius had insisted Lupin sit with him during Potions, as the former had no clue what the difference between an essence and an elixir was, while the latter was well versed in the assigned readings. James and Peter sat just beside them, separated by an impractically small path, as Slughorn couldn’t seem to comfortably fit and often had to waddle sideways, much to the awkwardness of the students. The only benefit to the desk spacing was being close enough to pass notes and whisper stealthily enough to avoid being caught.

“Excuse the floor, sixth-years! I haven’t yet gotten a chance to clean up… or emotionally recover… after the last class. However, I have a treat for you all!” Slughorn pulled out a polished cauldron, emitting dancing wisps of steam that seemed to glimmer in the flicker of candlelight. “Somebody tell me what this is, please!” He swiped the sleeve of his robe over his forehead to dry the perspiration there, looking as if he wanted to retire right then and there. What in Godric’s name did the last class get up to?

“Ms. McKinnon, take it away!” Slughorn gestured limply towards Marlene, who shot Dorcas a concerned look at the state of their teacher before answering.

“It’s Amortentia, professor, the most powerful love potion in existence. It causes a powerful, obsessive state of infatuation in the drinker, usually for the potion’s brewer. It’s recognizable for its mother-of-pearl sheen and steam characterized by its spirals. It’s considered very dangerous, as its effects can completely alter one’s brain function and autonomy.”

“Great job, McKinnon. Five points to Gryffindor. Yes, Amortentia will be one of the potions you’ll need to know to prepare for your N.E.W.T.s next year, along with Veritaserum and Polyjuice Potion, which we will cover in later classes. Today we will simply be observing the properties of Amortentia and indulging a little in its effects. For next week, you are to turn in three pages of parchment on the neurological effects of Amortentia and the role each ingredient plays in the potion in preparation to actually begin brewing the potion.”

“Three pages, are you kidding?” James’ harsh whisper cut through Slughorn’s droning. “We have a Gryffindor-Slytherin quidditch match this weekend! How does he expect us to write three whole pages? Plus, he’s the head of Slytherin—if he’s not gonna go easy for our sakes, he should at least think about helping out the Slytherin team!”

“Keep it down, Prongs. Lily is judging you real hard right now.” Peter spoke out of the corner of his mouth, not even bothering to turn his head. James’ posture immediately straightened, but as he was preparing to turn around and send the love of his life a cheeky wink, he thought of what you had said that weekend. Fuck. He hated when you were right.

“Thinking about what your sister said, Prongs?” Sirius whispered with his cheek resting lazily in the palm of his hand. “You really are incapable of communicating with Evans without flirting, aren’t you?” James groaned, slouching even deeper into his chair than before with his arms crossed over his chest, lips pouted.

“Shut up, Padfoot.”

Peter chimed in. “Yeah, it’s not like you can ever talk to Prongs’ sister without flirting.” Lupin looked at Peter murderously. If the Amortentia was dangerous, Lupin was more so.

“Excuse me? You and my sister talk? You guys flirt when I’m not there? Mate, are you hitting her? You’ve got to be shitting me, you could have anyone and you pick my little-” James hadn’t realized how loud he had become until Slughorn came up from behind and whacked him with a thick stack of lesson plans. Remus looked like he wanted to die.

“Prongs, you know it’s not like that. Pads goes around shagging anyone who looks his way, which is basically everyone; he’s just like that. It’s nothing more than teasing, and you know he cares about you enough to know your sister’s off limits.” Remus emphasized the last few words with a well placed kick to Sirius’ shin. Sirius’s single piece of potions knowledge came into play at that moment. 

Why does my stomach suddenly feel like a bezoar?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Take Me Down

Kinktober Day 8 Kinktober Prompt: Deepthroating/Face fucking

Summary: Robert just needed something to tide him over until you had enough time for him Pairing: Robert Dubois/Bloodsport x Reader Word Count: 1,050 Warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex, deepthroating/facefucking, pegging, oral (m receiving)

Fandom: DCEU/The Suicide Squad (2021) Rating: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You ignored the sound of the whistle. You were too busy for his games today. You ignored the sound when you heard it a second time, and then a third and fourth times. "Excuse me, Ms. Librarian? I need help finding something," he called as he sauntered over to where you knelt in front of the shelf to put the newest books away. "Robert I'm busy right now," you muttered, rolling your eyes as you continued putting the books away. "Well, it's your job to help people here, innit? Someone needs help finding a book, you help them find it, right?" He questioned. He didn't hesitate in the slightest before plucking one of the books from your hand. "It is my job to help people find books, what's not in my job description here is helping horny assholes who bother me," you snatched the book back and put it away. "Besides, love, don't you have a shower to clean or a floor to scrape?" You countered, a faint smirk crossing your face at his groan.

"Love, c'mon, I've missed you lately, it's been too long," he said with a pout. "Jesus Robert, how are you this needy?" You said with an exasperated sigh, finally looking up at him. You quirked a brow when you saw his adam's apple bob slightly as he gulped and it took a minute before you realized why. He was standing in front of you while you were settled on your knees before him, a position all too familiar for you both "you're so needy." "I miss you, babe, c'mon. Waller's been running me fucking ragged with missions, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages! I miss you, love," He grumbled, still pouting slightly.

A small sigh finally escaped you when you looked into his deep brown eyes; you'd missed him terribly too and you knew Waller was keeping you on separate missions on purpose. You hated that bitch with a burning passion. "We'll do something else later, I have a ton of shit to do," you whispered, rising up some to pull his uniform pants and briefs down enough to expose his member. You quickly took a stiffened rod in your hand and stroked him a few times before taking the tip into your mouth. "Fuckin hell," he mumbled in surprise, gripping onto the nearest shelf for support since he hadn't been expecting you to act so fast. "Weren't you ready?" You asked teasingly as you covered his shaft with kisses and kitten licks, smirking at him mischievously. "Shit you'll be the death of me," he grumbled as he watched you kiss the tip of his member, your tongue darting out to collect the bead of precum that already accumulated.

Without another word, you took his entirety into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat until your nose hit his pelvic bone. "Shit!" He whispered breathlessly as he felt the muscles almost massaging his length. You let him rest for a minute before beginning to bob your head slowly, looking up into his eyes. Your own eyes watered some from the slight sting of taking him entirely in your throat but you just batted the tears away, holding onto his thighs for support. "That's a good girl, taking me all the way down your throat, love, so good for me," he cooed softly as his fingers tangled in your hair. Your hum in response made him moan as it sent vibrations all the way to the base of his cock.

His hand in your hair tightened a bit before he pulled his hips back, letting you breathe for a few seconds before slamming himself. "That's it, pretty girl, let me hear you," he muttered breathlessly as he repeatedly slammed himself down your throat. The sound of your gagging and garbled moans mixing with his own hushed groans of pleasure as he freely fucked your face. His muscles briefly tightened when you began fondling his balls and his already half-lidded eyes fell shut completely. With his eyes closed, you took the opportunity to slip a hand into your own pants, running two of your fingers through your growing slick while trying not to let him catch on to what you were doing.

You chanced one last look at him and with the way his breathing shuddered and his eyes screwed shut you knew he was close. To push him over the edge, you took two of your fingers soaked in your own arousal slowly inserted them in his tight back entrance. "Fucking shit!" He hissed out in surprise, eyes flying open as he came. He took in deep breaths as he watched you expertly swallow his load without spilling a single drop, your two fingers gently massaging his p-spot throughout his release. He had a look of pure bewilderment on his face as he watched you take him out of your throat, batting your eyelashes at him "yes?" "Did you just fucking peg me?" He asked in a still breathless whisper, an involuntary moan leaving him when you pulled your fingers out. "You said you wanted to try new things a while ago," came your answer as you tucked him back into his pants and got up, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Well, yeah-but I wasn't expecting that!" His arms settled around your waist as his breathing began to even out.

"If you didn't like it we don't have to do it again, baby," you said with a soft hum as you grinned. "Now look I didn't say I didn't like it, I just wasn't expecting it," he reasoned with an awkward throat clear. "We can explore it more when I come visit you tonight, yeah?" You suggested. He took one look at your mischievous grin and eye gleam and lost his resolve, a soft chuckle escaping "sure love, gladly." "Good," you chirped, pecking his lips before shoving him lightly "now get lost, I have about a dozen more boxes of books to put away." "Thanks, love!" He called cheerily on his way out of the prison library. "Pain in the ass," you grumbled to yourself with a grin as you got back to work but to be honest, he was more of a pain in the throat at the moment, not that you were complaining.

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Tinder Match 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You look at the older people on Tinder joking about finding a sugar daddy. That’s when you stumble upon a man claiming to be 106. Intrigued you swipe right and match with him.

Warnings: Language tfatws spoilers

Word count: 1281

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“Can we get out of here please?” Bucky says to Sharon before turning to Sam and sending him a nod.

“Hey, Buck?” 

“Yeah?”

“You said you wanted me to meet someone? Who is it?” Bucky can’t help the smile that stretches across his face.

“Let me get Sharon somewhere to heal up and you deal with whatever he wants.” He motions with his head to the man waiting to speak to Sam beside the ambulance. “I’ll send you the address to meet at.” Sam gives him a nod before they both part ways.

Meanwhile you’re getting ready to pop open some champagne to celebrate the new Captain America while your friends are trying to convince you to just put the bottle away.

“Y/n I’m not taking care of drunk you again that was too much to handle. Just give me the bottle and you can open it up when James gets back.” Peter says as he tries to reason with you to put the bottle in his outstretched hand.

“But I want to celebrate now. What if he doesn’t come back?”

“I’m sure he will, he said he’d be here after he took care of his thing.” Peter wasn’t going to bring up how he was very clearly on the news but you didn’t notice it because you were too excited about Sam being Captain America.

“Okay fine.” You hand it to him and get off of your coffee table that you were standing on ready to spray champagne everywhere. But when there’s a knock at your door that you immediately recognize as James you jump up from the seat you had just taken and grab the bottle back from Peter. “That’s him time to fucking celebrate!”

“Bucky, what are we doing above a bakery?” 

“Shut up Sam.” You don’t pay any attention to the muted voices from behind the door, not like you could hear them anyways over your excited yelling.

“James,” you start as you fling open the door, “have you seen the news? Sam Wilson is Captain America!” You still haven’t looked up from the bottle you’re shaking slightly in your hand. You open it with a pop and it sprays everywhere for a second and you hear your friends gasp. The proud smile on your face puts one on Bucky’s and Sam looks between the two of you for a second before it clicks.

“You're the girl he’s been talking to!” The stranger's voice brings your attention to the men in your door and you gasp as you realize immediately who’s standing in front of you. You’re thankful that Peter takes the bottle from your hand before you can drop it.

“Oh my god. Peter pinch me I’m dreaming. You’re Captain America. Like you’re the Sam Wilson oh my God!” You grab onto his arm and pull him into your home. “Come on in make yourself at home. Oh my God Falcon is in my house. Do you want anything to eat or drink? I just popped open the champagne to celebrate you omg. James and I made cookies earlier do you want some of those? They’re good, not the best though he doesn’t seem to have much practice with baking. I could run downstairs real quick and grab you some of my finest baked goods.” As you ramble on Sam just sits there shocked to see this reaction from someone because of him. He’s seen plenty of people act this way for Steve but this is the first time it’s ever really happened for him. You’re about to walk to the door to go to the bakery when Bucky stops you.

“Doll, hey calm down. Sam doesn’t need any of that stuff I’m sure he’s fine aren’t you Sam?”

“I don’t know Buck. I kinda wanna try those cookies you made.”

“I’ll go get you some.” You’re about to walk away but Bucky without thinking grabs your wrist to stop you with his metal arm. You immediately freeze at the feeling of the cool metal and turn to look at him with confusion written on your face. You grab his hand as he’s about to take it back ready for a negative reaction. “What’s this?” You turn it over in front of you to study it and follow the metal up to his shoulder. “Is this why you wear the gloves all the time?” He just nods at you. “Why would you do that this is fucking cool! I mean I’m sure how you got it wasn’t but now that it’s here might as well embrace it y'know?”

“Babes here I think you could use this.” MJ hands you a glass of orange juice that you can already tell has the champagne is it and turn back around to face the Captain on your couch.

“So James are you going to explain to me how you know Sam fucking Wilson?”

“Well you know my coworker Sam?”

“Yeah.” Something in your brain clicks as you realize it. 

“So you’re telling me that your work Sam is Sam Wilson? Then that must mean that you’re like a superhero or something too right?”

“So are you gonna introduce me to your girl or what Buck?”

“Sam, this is Y/n. Doll, I’d introduce you to him but you already know who he is.”

“Hi Y/n Y/l/n it’s an honor to meet you Captain America.” You hold your hand out and he takes it to shake.

“Please you just have to call me Sam.” You let out a little giddy squeal at that and look at your friends. 

“Sam, this is MJ, Peter, and Ned. They've had to deal with me the whole time that asshole John Walker was Captain America and not you.” You down the drink in your cup before placing it on the table.

“This is some girl you’ve got Bucky. I think I like her already.” 

“Why does he keep calling you Bucky?” You ask as you sit on his lap in the armchair you have next to the couch.

“It’s his nickname, Steve gave it to him.” Sam answers before he has the chance to.

“Oh, can I call you Bucky? Wait. Steve? Like Steve Rogers?”

“Yeah.” Bucky answers slowly, not sure how you’ll take the next set of information. “He was kinda my best friend.”

“That’s cool.”

“Hey Y/n, you remember when we learned about Steve Rogers in history class. You know we learned all about him and his best friend Buc-”

“Bucky Barnes.” You finish for Ned before whipping your head around to look at Bucky. “You’re telling me that you really weren’t lying on your Tinder profile, you’re actually 106?”

“Wait I’m sorry Bucky was on Tinder?” Sam bursts out laughing at the thought of it.

The night rolls on with all of you having a good time and continuing game night eventually with Sam having a blast with you guys. He bids you goodbye while inviting you and Bucky down to Louisiana for a cookout that his sister is already planning to celebrate everything. You were quick to accept telling him you’ll bake a cake or something for it. And it shocked you a bit when he pulled you in for a hug but you were quick to return it. Peter and everyone left soon after him and when it was just you and Bucky you turned to him ready for some answers.

“Alright, I’m going to need you to explain everything to me.” You had yawned after saying it and Bucky smiled at you as you stretched in front of him.

“I’ll explain everything in the morning for now doll let’s get you to bed.”

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March 15, 2021: Clash of the Titans (1981) (Part One)

This one’s personal…sort of.

Other than the fact that this is based on Greek mythology (previously well-established as one of my favorite subjects), this movie is, in a way, responsible for my existence. And that is because, according to legend, this is the film that my parents went to on their first date. And apparently, it went very well, because I came into being 10 years afterwards. So, yeah, this film is personal, like Dirty Dancing.

And also like Dirty Dancing, I HAVEN’T SEEN IT? I don’t know HOW I escaped seeing this movie. And that’s especially considering that I’ve seen the new one. And that movie was...not great.

Maybe not the worst film I’ve ever seen, but it’s definitely not a good movie. But OK, what’s this one about, exactly? Y’all ready for “The 365 Greek Mythology Hour” again? OK, then, here we go. SING IT LADIES

Clash of the Titans concerns the myth of Perseus, one of the greatest Greek heroes ever. Before Heracles, there was Perseus, son of Zeus. Yeah, Zeus, as he is wont to do, came down to Earth and had some good time with the princess of Argos, the beautiful Danaë. He came upon her while she was locked in a box by her dad, Acrisus, king of Argos.

Yeah, the Oracle at Delphi, ever the wisest, was visited by Acrisus one day, who wanted a son instead of a daughter. The Oracle spoke with Apollo (AKA huffed some of that SWEET SWEET ETHYLENE GAS), and told him that his daughter’s son would kill him. And so, he did the most logical thing: he locked her in a box. Yup. Dick. SPEAKING of dick, Zeus appeared to her in the open box as a golden shower. NOT THAT KIND OF GOLDEN SHOWER. I mean a literal shower of gold. Although...I wouldn’t put it past Zeus, of all gods. Dude was kinky.

So, Perseus is conceived, and Acrisus responds to this with his usual tact; he stuffs Danaë into a SMALLER box, and shoves it out to sea. She gives birth to a boy in the box, and the two eventually wash up on the shore of an island, where a fisherman finds them and takes them in. The boy is named Perseus.

Years go by, and Perseus’ mom is sought by his adoptive dad’s brother, and the king of the island, Polydectes. Polydectes is kind of a dick, and Perseus, now an adult man, doesn’t like him. The feeling’s mutual, and Polydectes has a plan. He holds a banquet, and forces all invited to bring a gift of horses. Perseus, being pretty poor, cannot bring this gift, but promises on his honor to bring whatever Polydectes wants of him, no matter what. And Polydectes asks for the head of Medusa.

Fuck.

Medusa’s one of your classic Greek monsters, a Gorgon. She’s one of Athena’s victims, formerly a vain temple priestess who was, well...raped by Poseidon, let’s be honest. However, since Athena’s priestesses were meant to be celibate, she was the one who ended up being punished. Fuckin’ YIKES. But OK, literal ancient gender politics aside, Athena cursed her with snakes for hair, and the ability to turn her victims into stone with a gaze into her eyes. Classic. And sure death for anyone who went after her.

So, Perseus is fucked. He’s gotta kill Medusa, and he doesn’t even have a way to get to her place. And that’s when he gets a favor from none other than Athena, goddess of wisdom and wartime strategy, as well as Perseus’ half-sister. I love Athena (other than the Medusa bullshit, obviously), and this is one of her most prominent roles in mythology. Well, that and the creation of spiders. That was also punishing a woman for her vanity, by the way. She has a type.

First, Perseus was told to find the Hesperides, nymphs of the dusk and dawn who would give him weapons. He got their location from the Greae, more colloquially known as the Gray Sisters. Weirdly enough, you may know them from Hercules, where they were combined with the Fates. They don’t have the future gimmick, but they do have that whole “sharing an eye” thing. Also, they share a tooth. Neat.

Anyway, Perseus takes their eye hostage, which makes them tell him where the Hesperides are. He goes to them, and they give him a bag to hold Meduga’s head. Then, the gods step in. Zeus decides to be a good dad for a change, and gives him an indestructible sword, and Hades’ Helmet of Invisibility. Hermes, another of Perseus’ half-brothers, gives him a pair of winged sandals to fly with. And Athena, technically Perseus’ patron, gives him a mirrored shield.

Perseus heads to the cave of Medusa, uses the shield, then goes up to her and cuts off her head. From her neck, for some goddamn reason, and golden sword pops out, alongside this guy.

Yeah, he’s not made out of clouds. He’s actually the, uh...he’s the result of Poseidon’s crime against Medusa. Fucked up, innit? Pegasus flies up to hang out with Bellerophon to kill the Chimera, and Perseus heads back to...actually, he goes to ANOTHER king who was a dick to him, and turns him into stone with Medusa’s head. Kings hate Perseus, seriously.

Perseus heads home after that, and goes through Ethiopia. There, he meets the King and Queen, Cepheus and Cassiopeia. Cassie’s gorgeous, but she tells Perseus that her daughter Andromeda is, like, WAY hotter, as beautiful as the sea goddesses. Which PISSES OFF POSEIDON (who is basically the villain of Perseus’ story, let’s be honest), and he send a sea monster named Cetus to destroy the kingdom, UNLESS they sacrifice Andromeda to it. And, because kings are assholes in this story, they do, chaining Andromeda to a rock. But, because Perseus believes that all women are queens, he goes to rescue her, and kills Cetus using all of his things. He weds Andromeda, and turns his romantic rival Phineus into stone using Medusa’s head.

Usually, that’s where retellings end, because there’s a recurring trend to Perseus’ story after that. A king is an asshole, Perseus whips out the head, asshole becomes statue of an asshole. However, there is that prophecy to contend with, about Perseus killing his grandfather. See, Acrisus basically retired by this point, and lived in the kingdom of Thessaly. But one day, he went to see some games, in which Perseus was competing in the discus. Well, wouldn’t you know it, Perseus isn’t great at it, and loses control of the discus, which hits Acrisus, killing him instantly.

Utimate frisbee, man. It’s dangerous.

There’s another version where Perseus uses Medusa’s head to turn his dad into stone, surprise surfuckingprise there. But yeah, after that the story varies. Sometimes he becomes a king, sometimes he doesn’t. He basically always marries Andromeda and has kids with her. Sometimes he founds a city of his own, sometime he doesn’t. And in one ending, where he’s lived to be an old king, he fulfills his ultimate destiny and turns Medusa’s head on himself. Geez.

So, yeah, there you go. That’s the story of Perseus. Let’s, uh...let’s see what the movie does, huh? This is another Ray Harryhausen joint, so I’m...tentatively excited for it. We’ll see how badly they mess up the myth, and whether or not it works despite that. So, ENOUGH of me lecturing you guys, huh?

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Recap (1/2)

We begin approximately where most iterations do: King Acrisius (Donald Houston) has just cast his daughter Danae (Vida Taylor) and grandson Perseus into the ocean, containing them within a wooden chest in order to “forgive his daughter’s crimes”. Yeah, sure, OK, buddy. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

This also pisses off Zeus (Laurence Mother Fucking Olivier), who consorts with the rest of the Olympians on what to do to Acrisus. Said Olympians include Hera (Claire Bloom), goddess of marriage and women; Thetis (Maggie Mother Fucking Smith), goddess of the sea and leader of the Nereids; Athena (Susan Fleetwood), goddess of wisdom and strategic victory; Aphrodite (Ursula Andress), goddess of love; and Poseidon (Jack Gwillim), god of the sea.

Hera tries to defend Acrisus, noting his prior years of devotion to Zeus and the other gods. But Zeus ain’t HAVING that shit, and tells Poseidon to destroy the city of Argos in revenge. This is to be done by...releasing the last of the Titans? Which is apparently the Kraken. I mean...no, a thousand times no, but whatever.

This little tantrum is Zeus’ way of showing his love towards Danae, whose child Perseus is his. This is helpfully pointed out by Thetis, who seems...a little spiteful, as much as Hera is about Perseus. Seems like she’s stoking some fires. Hmm. She is Queen of the Nerieds, so she may play a larger role later on.

Beneath the sea, Poseidon readies himself to set loose the Kraken and destroy Argos, at Zeus’ command. Zeus, meanwhile, kills Acrisus by using a clay voodoo doll of sorts to strike him down. And that’s when Poseidon lets loose the Kraken for the first time. And the Kraken...

Guys, the Kraken looks...actually, I’ll spoil his appearance later on. The Kraken destroys the city, and Zeus kills Acrisius. So much for the goddamn prophecy that explains why Acrisius did what he did, but fuck me, I guess. Danae and Perseus, meanwhile, have safely arrived on the shores of the island of Seriphus, at Zeus’ insistence. There, Perseus grows from child into a fine young man, with Zeus always watching over him...and with Thetis and company always watching over Zeus. Interesting.

The adult Perseus (Harry Hamlin) lives happily on the island, much to Perseus’ delight. Thetis, on the other hand, asks about her mortal son, a young man named Calibos (Neil McCarthy). Apparently, Calibos is a bit of a monster, and while he’d been set to wed the princess Andromeda, he’s also managed to kil all living things on the island that he’s been given, save for a single winged horse named Pegasus. Hence...he is to be punished.

Calibos, by the way? Entirely original creation of the film, and there’s nobody like him in Greek mythology. Anyway, Thetis is crushed by this, and decides to exact revenge of both Perseus and her son’s would-be fiancee, Andromeda. She pledges to open up Perseus’ eyes to grim reality, and does so by placing him in the kingdom of Joppa, where Calibos was originally set to rule alongside Andromeda.

Here, in an amphitheatre, he encounters a mysterious masked and robed figure, who quickly reveals themselves to be Ammon (Burgess Meredith), a poet and playwright. Apparently, Ammon wears his disguise to scare off trespassers. He tells Perseus that all of Joppa is in a tizzy about a curse of some kind, and that the story of the fallen kingdom of Argos is a famous legend.

Ammon tells Perseus to go back home to Seriphus, but Perseus tells Ammon that he’s promised to restore his mother’s old kingdom, and decides that Joppa would be a good start. Despite his drive, though, Zeus is pissed off at Thetis for plopping Perseus down unprepared. He tells the other goddesses to give him gifts to help him claim the kingdom of Joppa as his own. This includes a helmet from Athena, a sword from Aphrodite, and a shield from Hera. I mean...OK, that’s super goddamn weird, but OK.

After Zeus leaves, the goddesses rightfully complain about Zeus’ constant womanizing, but note that he probably doesn’t remember Danae at this point, is is most likely acting out of stubborn pride for his “handsome son”. Their words, not mine.

In Joppa, Perseus finds the gifts by the statues of their grantors. The sword from Aphrodite is adamantine, like the original myth, and slices through marble without a blemish. The shield from Hera...talks. Yeah. The shield bears the visage of Zeus, who tells him that the weapons are gifts from the gods, and that the helmet from Athena turns the wearer invisible. I mean, fuck Hades, I guess, but OK. Technically Athena did give the helmet to Perseus, so OK.

Armed with his new gear, an invisible Perseus immediately takes off to see Joppa, sans his sword. We only see his footsteps in the sand as he leaves, which is legitimately a VERY neat effect, and I’m not sure how they did it, but it’s neat as hell. Off to Joppa, a vaguely Phoenician/Persian kingdom, despite the fact that the original Joppa, or Jaffa, is a port city in Israel.

There, he meets a soldier, Thallo (Tim Pigott-Smith), who tells him of the situation. Since Calibos fell to Zeus’ wrath, Andromeda rejected him, allowing any suitor to try for her hand, whether they be royal or not. To do so, they must answer a riddle. If they fail to answer, the would-be suitor is burned to death. This is lorded over by Queen Cassiopeia (Sian Phillips), while Andromeda (Judi Bowker) lives in the tower of the palace.

Which is why Perseus IMEDIATELY uses the helmet to go into her room that night! CLASSY, PERSEUS. There, he sees...a giant vulture bring a cage to Andromeda’s balcony. No idea where in the fuck this is going, but that’s a damn good looking vulture. God, I love Harryhausen.

Anyway, the vulture is here for Andromeda’s soul, which leaves her body and goes to sit in the cage. The vulture takes off with it, al as the invisible Perseus watches on. He takes this opportunity to touch Andromeda’s face in her sleep (stop, Perseus, for the love of Zeus), then decides that winning Andromeda is his destiny. And so, his simpin’ journey begins.

The next day, Perseus asks Ammon how they can follow the vulture, who has apparently headed to the marshes to the “marsh lord”. To follow the vulture, Ammon suggests that they find and capture the last of the winged horses, known as Pegasus. And we’ve officially lost the track of Greek mythology at this point. Shit.

Well, with Ammon’s help, Perseus captures Pegasus and rides him through the skies. Meanwhile, in Corinth, some dude named Bellerophon is just having a stroke, I guess, because he’s totally fucked now. Whatever. The next day, the vulture comes back to Andromeda’s place and takes her soul to the marsh. But this time, Perseus and Pegasus follow them.

In the marsh, the marsh-lord and riddle-maker is revealed as Calibos, who is still in love with the beautiful Andromeda. As she cannot love him, he provides to her another riddle to give her would-be suitors. In tears, she memorizes the riddle and its answer, Calibos touches her uncomfortably, even as Andromeda asks him to lift his curse and show pity. But he refuses, in pain from his love. Jesus, this movie should be called Clash of the Simps, goddamn.

Perseus was watching the whole thing, though, which Calibos immediately figures out when he sees Perseus’ footsteps in the dirt. As Perseus goes through the swamp looking for Pegasus, he’s found and attacked by Calibos. Calibos, by the way, is a guy in pretty solid makeup in close-up shots, and a Harryhausen model in far-away shots.

The two struggle, the helmet is lost in the swamp, and Perseus draws his sword. But we suddenly cut away to see the daily ritual of the presentation for Andromeda’s would-be suitors. Perseus steps in, having survived the attack from last night, and offers his hand to Andromeda, who recognizes Perseus from a dream. She gives the riddle, which is ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT. Here, I’ll prove it.

In my mind’s eye, I see three circles joined in priceless harmony. Two, full as the moon; one, hollow as a crown. Two from the sea, five fathoms down. One from the Earth, deep under the ground. What is it?

Any guesses? Anybody?

NO MATTER WHAT YOU FAIL. Because the answer is Calibos’ ring! HOW IN THE SHIT WOULD ANYBODY HAVE GUESSED THAT? It’s a golden ring with two pearls on it! WHO KNOWS THAT SHIT? I call complete bullshit, and the only reason that Perseus knows it is because he spied on this last night! Also, because he cut off Calibos’ hand, and made him renounce his curse, which is...never really specified, now that I think about it.

With that, Perseus has both Andromeda’s and Calibos’ hands! HA! Calibos is not as amused, as he preys to his other Thetis, at a temple of hers. He demands that Thetis take revenge on those whom Perseus loves, specifically Andromeda and the city of Joppa itself. He demands justice, but Thetis identifies this correctly as revenge. All the while, Perseus declares his love for Andromeda, and they seal their union with a kiss and ritual.

During this ritual, in which Andromeda and Perseus are essentially married, Queen Cassiopeia, LIKE A DUMBASS, says that Andromeda is more beautiful than the goddess Thetis herself. Yeah. BAD FUCKING MOVE, especially because she said that IN FRONT OF THETIS’ FUCKING SANCTUARY. At least that dumbass move was kept from the original story.

Well, Thetis tells Cassie that she can only atone for her stupidity in one way: sacrifice your daughter to the Kraken in 30 days. Later on, Perseus speaks with Ammon to figure out how they can defeat the Kraken. Ammon suggests speaking with the “Stygian Witches”, who I’m assuming are our Grey Sisters for the night. However, according to Thallo, they have a taste for human flesh. Still, Perseus is going, as are Ammon, Thallo, and Andromeda. But not Pegasus.

Well...shit, man. That changes a few things, huh? But that’ll be addressed...IN PART TWO! See you there!

[harry-bowie-mercury]

Oooh, please can you ship me with a marvel character, I'm bored too.

I have naturally brown hair but dyed it green, I have glasses, blue eyes, round face, a bit of chub but still 'skinny' I nust got my retainer and braces so I have an extremely bad lisp and I hate it.Im 5"1 I get teased for it a lot, im pansexual but lean towards guys. Im sarcastic a lot of the time, british humour innit, im pretty touch starved to the point where when someone does give me a hug or even just brushes their arm against me I either jump away from it or stay stock still, I hate physical exercise.I really love playing card games and listening to music, or going to the park at night (really edgy I know) I'm in the process of becoming punk, I need the right clothes and at the moment I'm broke, though I did just get a cool pair of platformed boots so now I'm 3 inches taller 😂 I can spend hours talking and not notice how the time went by, im pretty awkward to begin with at the start of friendships and stuff, I love conversing I just cant start a conversation. I have anxiety so that sucks, it means.I often either bounce my leg, or scratch at my legs, im trying to find better coping mechanisms. TW PAST ABUSE, (I tried to keep as vague as possible to not trigger anything, I apologise if it does) My parents weren't nice people so I cut contact from them, my past kinda sucks and im just trying to accept that never seeing them again is a good thing. NO MORE MENTIONS OF ABUSE NOW. I have a really bad habit of randomly wearing makeup, ill do it on days im staying home then hate myself for using up all my makeup on days no one sees how good I look People say im kind but idk at this point, I feel like im being an asshole a lot of the time, my sense of humour usually included putting myself down, I guess I use it as a coping mechanism for my insecurities. Oh and im in Gryffindor.

Sorry if this is too much information 😂

Omg it’s fine!

Marvel

I ship you with......

✨Loki Laufeyson✨

Loki’s not a bad person when he’s with you. He constantly makes fun of your height, but you don’t mind because you know he doesn’t do it with bad intentions. Loki loves your style transformation because he loves you. He wants you to be happy. At first he didn’t understand, he claimed that he doesn’t understand midgardian fashion, but after he saw how happy you were he did so much research and even offered to buy you items of clothing. He loves you and your sarcasm when ever he hear you be sarcastic to someone else or him, it makes him smile, which makes you smile. He thinks you’re beautiful whether or not you wear makeup. He couldn’t care less because you’re you!

That’s it. I hope you liked it

[elle-boll]

The Wrong Time - Brian May

Hello lovelies <3 This is just a sweet and cute one shot, with Mr May 

Summary - A trip to the farmhouse to record turns from sweet to sour when the worst situation to happen...happens, luckily, Brian can step in and lend a helping hand.

Word Count - 3k+

UHHH if you’re sensitive to periods then this isn’t for you, sorry angel, also Roger being a bit of an asshole but that’s expected innit

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The car’s parked up outside the farmhouse and the rest of its property. It was a sight to behold. Large wooden buildings, aged perfectly with time and crafted with beautiful wood. You’d always had an appreciation for architecture. You could remember going to holiday houses in the countryside as a child, running around the property with your favourite cousin and just exploring. This same nostalgic energy ran over you.

“Come explore with me, Brian” You grinned, turning your head to face him. The car’s engine had just turned off and he was barely awake. His hair was frizzy and a small line of drool was sliding off his lips onto his chin. He stretched uncomfortably, gangly legs being held down for the long drive.

“How’s about we get settled first, love” Brian smiled tiredly, reaching out to pat your hand as a way of solidifying his statement as a promise. 

“Aren’t you both just so excited!” Freddie exclaimed from the passenger’s seat, opening the door to step out, dramatically inhaling some fresh air. “Come out and take a good, long whiff of the country!” He stated, tapping his knuckles against the window.

You opened your door and lazily stepped out, stomping right into wet mud, watching as it splattered onto your pants. At least they were just some joggers, a spare pair from Brian from a long while ago. 

“Wow, it’s so pretty, look! There’s animals” You gasped, grabbing Freddie’s hand to drag him over to inspect. You never noticed Brian stepping out of the vehicle, who smiled with admiration at your excitement. While Paul only grimaced at the sight of the livestock.

A second car rolled up into the property, holding Roger, John and some bird Roger had come along with them. She was actually a lovely girl, a bit uptight, but you loved her presence nonetheless. 

Freddie and you mocked the poor chickens, chasing them in an attempt to pick them up and make acquaintances with them. “Ugh, they just can’t handle our energy, poor souls, their loss” Fred huffed as he crossed his arms, the brown leather of his jacket crinkling as he gave up.

“Another day, I have to go help Brian unpack, he’ll kill me if I don’t” You laughed, watching as Freddie’s mischievous smile played upon his lips. “What?” Your laughter hushed down a little, looking at him inquisitively.

“Oh, I didn’t say a word, love, we just have to see where Paul’s settled us, but I’m sure you’ll be right at home” He spoke, fingers tapping rhythmically against the leather. “You’re speaking in tongues, Mercur-”, you were hushed with Freddie putting his finger to your lips, then gesturing for you to follow him. The rest of the day went quite smoothly, everyone went into the kitchen to grab something to eat after the long ride. There wasn’t a wide selection, but everyone settled on toasties or just plain sandwiches. “Ah, this is a delicacy, Y/N” Brian announced, taking a seat next to you at the large table, even though he was just eating bread and butter. You looked at him as performed a small chef’s kiss, trying not to let your girlish giggle slip out, which only resorted in you and him trying not to snigger at one another. You turned your head a little to look at Freddie, whose eyes gleamed with some kind of emotion and a small smile on his lips darted across his face, a lit cigarette held between his teeth. He simply raised his eyebrows and shook his head, removing the cigarette and mouthing;

“I didn’t say anything”.

“Paul, where are we even sleepin’ tonight,” Roger asked, his girl sat in his lap, both of them sharing the same cigarette. His fingers were combing through her long black locks, her face was a mix of Morticia Addams and Marilyn Monroe. She was quite gorgeous, you saw why Roger wanted to have her stick around for a little while. 

“Right, of course, when we’re all finished, we’ll go out and I’ll show you” Paul announced, sitting straight in his chair, caught off guard as he held a hand to his mouth to stop any crumbs slipping out.

The tour began and rooms were assigned. “What about Y/N and Gracie?” Roger asked with an arm slung around his date. “I just assumed that Grace was staying with you and Y/N with May?” Paul said, a questioning tone in his voice. 

“Why May with our little chicken chaser?” Freddie asked, reminding you of the morning’s antics, making you chuckle a little. “Why are you asking silly questions, they’re a couple, aren’t they?” Paul turned to Freddie, before looking around in confusion as the group erupted into a chorus of laughter, however you turned and saw Brian turn beet red, and he looked as though he was forcing his laughter a bit. Hell, you felt the same way.

After the laughter died down, Paul turned and gave a half-sincere apology, but insisted you two still stayed in the same room together. You two did. 

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Songs were recorded that evening, to give space, Gracie and you did some exploring, though you’d rather if Brian had been with you.

“So, how’s it with Rog?” You asked as you went around the back of the farmhouse, going through the pathway, around shrubs and bushes. “It’s actually goin’ good, I mean, I’m trying not to let it get to my head and ego, I know he probably has tens of other girls waiting for him...I’m just tryin’ to enjoy it while it lasts, you know?” She smiled. You could hear the tinge of disappointment in her voice but she hid it pretty well, for the most part.

“You never know, I’m not too close with the blondie but...he is a bit of a softie, and I don’t think he’d pass up a woman like you, knowing him as much as I do” You elbowed her a little, seeing her face light up slightly, a small snicker leaving her lips.

“Enough of me, so...you and May? You’re telling me you’re not dating? I could’ve sworn!” She continued, taking your hand as a way to guide you through the thick bushes, trying to find more kinds of forest areas, somewhere interesting. The sun had set, the sky was an array of blues and purples. You wondered if Brian saw the same stars you were, or if he was still recording, huddled in his chair at the soundboard.

“No, we’re only friends” You laughed, letting a blush creep up on your face. “Like, not saying I wouldn’t appreciate a little bit more but a girl can always dream” You admitted, snorting at Gracie’s drawn-out ‘ooooh la laa~’.

“He’s great, he really is, I don’t see why you just don’t go...you’re cute, I’m cute, let’s shag!” Gracie joked, the trees became sparing, but it was the best you two would get. She brought your hand up to her face, checking it out. “I can tell you’re not getting any action, love, definitely not with those nails” She teased, letting it go before sitting down on a fallen log. You both took in the night’s sky.

“He studied for astronaut stuff, ri’?” She asked quietly, looking up at the stars, the lack of light made them pop and shine. “Astrophysics...he loves the stars, and I love listening to him talk about it, I could listen forever Gracie, I really could…” You smiled dreamily.

You pointed out a few constellations, ones you could remember. These girly talks were nice, it was great to talk one on one with another girl instead of a bunch of band boys. She understood you and you understood her. You listened to her go on about Roger, it was cute, she told you small intimate details, about how he likes to go through her hair and play with it and how he loves to have his back traced with her nails, till shivers run up and down his arms and spine. 

You both laid out and talked in the woods for a few hours. The walk home was a lot quieter. You tried to ignore the small sense of discomfort around your tummy, you assumed it was hunger. You let Gracie hold onto your hand or arm as you guided her back home. It was late. You both lost track of time, it could be midnight for all you knew. You knew Brian would be worried sick, and you did hope it wasn’t so late.

“Are you as hungry as me?” You asked her, your stomach aching slightly, but she just shrugged. The farmhouse came into view, the clucking of chickens becoming more audible. The cars were in the same places, so no one was gone. The lights were still on as well.

You fumbled with the door handle and immediately saw Brian in the hallway. “My God, I thought we lost you guys!” He raised his voice, not in anger, just with worry. He came over and embraced you, long arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“It’s almost midnight-” Just as you predicted, “-what were you two thinking, going out so late, I thought you got lost, love” Brian didn’t let go, arms simply tightening a little bit. 

You could smell the tobacco on his breath, he smoked when he got stressed sometimes. You didn’t think it had been that big of a deal. 

“I’m gonna go find Rog” Gracie awkwardly added, before slowly leaving, closing the hall door behind her. You could hear Roger start hollering in relief.

“I’m fine, hun, I didn’t go far, why are you so worked up?” You asked, pushing his head back a little so you could look at his face. “I...I don’t know, just thought you couldn’t find your way home, dove...just got worried...take my watch with you next time” He mumbled, quickly nestling his head back against you, holding you in that hallway, it was a warm and sweet embrace.

After a bit, he let go, pushing your hair from your face. “Did you see the stars?” He asked with a quiet voice, smiling at you. You nodded, smiling back. “I thought they were beautiful, I was hoping you were looking…” He said, letting his eyes sink into yours. You both stood in a moment of silence before he cleared his throat. “Fred found some frozen pizzas earlier, they should be done by now” He smiled, taking a step back as he walked into the kitchen. You followed suit.

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You had been sleeping in the same room as Brian for the past two nights. Sometimes you woke up to your head on his chest but you always moved before he woke up. He snored a little bit, not too bad, just enough for you to keep you awake for a while longer when you were restless. Which had been exactly how you were for these past nights. You could barely sleep and there was a restless ache at your midsection. You stayed completely oblivious to the signs.

Night three was okay, you hopped into bed a bit late, seeing Brian laying there, loose t-shirt hanging off his shoulders with some soft joggers on as well. A small book was on his chest, you took it off and dog-eared the book, placing it on the nightstand. You took off your trousers, leaving you in your underwear and you left on the jumper you had worn all day, sliding under the duvet. You turned off the lamp, the small click echoed in the room. You heard his little snores, giving you the signal you needed to inch yourself closer, placing your head on his shoulder, curling up next to him. He made a little grunt, shifting a little before his arm just subconsciously curled around you as if he was hugging a pillow. His warmth helped you drift off to sleep.

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The morning was cold and quiet. Everyone was off at the recording studio. You had raced up. You were uncomfortable and practically on the verge of tears. Brian was gone when you woke up but all you saw when you woke up was bright red bed sheets, and underwear coated in blood as well. You were panicking. You never packed for this. You were way too early. It shouldn’t have happened for God’s sake!

You knew you needed to shower, your thighs were red too, red and sticky. However, you just took a washcloth and some water from the sink. You couldn’t change underwear with no products to put on them.

Tissue it is…

You threw tissue into your underwear, and those joggers you wore on the first day. Why did they have to be light grey? You really were about to cry, your vision was hazy and the realisation that your period happened on the worst possible occasion had made your cramps become slightly more unbearable. You quickly shuffled your way down to the recording studio.

You ran in, your face as white as a ghost. “Good morning, sleepyhead” Freddie greeted you, you could hear Brian in the booth, strumming away. 

“Ooo, you look rough, what happened? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” Roger teased, John simply elbowed him to get him to quit it upon seeing the annoyance build upon your face. Gracie came up to you, taking your hands, “Lovie, what’s wrong? My, you look like you’ve seen death himself”.

“It’s bad, Gracie, it’s really bad” You mumbled, really trying to keep it down so they wouldn’t hear. “Honey, honey, what’s bad?” Her thumbs ran over the back of your hands. You saw Freddie raise his hand to Brian, as a signal to pause. He stood up and walked over, questioning you like Gracie, you simply just kept saying that you don’t know what to do, the tears started welling up again.

“Must be someone’s time of the month” Roger snorted, looking at your dramatic display, a cheeky grin forming before he saw you burst into tears, incoherently giving out to him after. Your voice raising at him as you continued to shuffle around on the spot awkwardly.

When nobody came to the soundboard, Brian had taken it as his cue to leave. When he opened the door to leave, he was face to face with the back of your body...and the splotch of red on the behind of your joggers. 

“Uh, Y/N, you...you wanna step out for a bit,” He asked, stepping forward, standing behind you so as he guided you out, he hoped nobody would see. 

“Baby, hey, calm, what’s up...love, I can’t understand you when you’re mumbling” He wiped your tears with his fingers, as your breath hitched. You felt so uncomfortable, and just so upset. “It’s...ih-it’s my per-period” You managed to say, it sounded so stupid out loud, but it still made you feel so embarrassed. Despite knowing the answer, after seeing your behind, he still felt his face go hot, not really being introduced to this stuff a lot as a young boy.

“There’s no, like, things for you here?” He asked, clearing his throat, taking a hold on your shoulder, watching you shake your head. “Well, alright, one minute” He stepped away, walking into the recording studio.

“Boys, I gotta go for a bit, just record whatever else, we can finish what I was doi- Roger, this isn’t an argument, I’m going, okay, bye! Bye!” He yelled in, before closing the door to avoid the chaos. You stood there, holding your arms to your chest, sniffling before Brian gave you a soft smile, carefully placing his arm around your shoulder and taking your hand in his free one. 

“Come on, I heard there’s a town close enough, we’ll find something for you,” He told you in a pleasant tone, soft and dreamy, it was calming. 

“Paul’s gonna be mad if I get blood on the seats” You muttered, walking with him, shuffling out the doorway to the familiar driveway. “I’ll tell Paul that it was Roger’s fault, I’m quite bored having Roger nag at me, love to see a little fight go down” He chuckled, but fell faint when you didn’t return the laugh.

The car ride felt tense. You were on edge and Brian drove with not much pep in his step. He quietly hummed every now and again though. He mumbled a few lyrics every now and again as you both travelled down the country roads.

“‘M just a poor boy...nobody loves me...he’s jus’ a poor boy from a poor family...spare him his life from this monstrosity...do, do, do, do, do…” He sang to himself, turning his head when he heard a small snigger from you.

“You like that?” He smiled back, you nodded, smiling back. “It’s cute...is what I could say...is it on the album?” You asked, and watched as he nodded vigorously. “Honestly, it’s best you weren’t there for the recording. Fred kept pushing...and pushing and fucking pushing Roger to sing higher and higher till he couldn’t go anymore, it’s stuck in my bloody head and it’s only day three” He vented, reaching out and placing a hand on your knee as a small sign of reassurance. “I know we’ve been busy but I promise we can explore soon...you asked and you will receive, darling…” He continued, soon the sparsity of buildings started to die down. A small town was beginning to form.

“Brian?” You said quietly, listening to the sounds of the tires on the bumpy road. “Yes, love?” He replied with eyes keen on remaining on the road, avoiding any people who ran across. 

“Thank you...you didn’t have to do this...I really appreciate it and I appreciate you, you mean a lot to me, Brian” You told him, placing your hand on his, the one that rested on your knee. “It’s the least I can do, Y/N, you’re a lovely girl and I hate to see you hurt, it would be rude of me to just ignore it all” He replied, pulling up against the path, to align with small corner shops.

“You coming with?” He asked, unbuckling his seatbelt but he took you unbuckling yours as a sign. “Oh shit, here” He muttered, taking off his jacket, handing it to you. “Bri, it’s not cold out?” You tilted your head, slowly taking it. He made a gesture to tie it and you took the signal. The shop you both entered had a few locals, some kids, no older than fifteen, came over with excitement, all bouncing on their feet to say hello. 

“We’ll pay for it, Mrs. White!” One boy yelled as he took a marker from its packaging right off the shelf, asking could he sign their skateboards. He complied, watching as the kid paid for the marker before they all ran out with smiles on their faces. You shuffled off to find the sanitary products, being greeted with a small array. You felt Brian come up behind you, placing his head atop of yours.

“This is completely foreign to me, dove, just take your pickings and I’ll have the wallet out” He smiled, moving his head as you inched forward, picking up a few different boxes, making sure there was enough. 

“Is there a bathroom near?” You asked the lady at the counter, a small lady with white curly hair and a purple cardigan draped around her fragile frame. Her big eyes shone from behind her glasses as a shaky smile adorned her face, a frail finger pointing in the direction of a wooden door off to the side.

“A lucky girl to have such a nice husband to help her out, I’ll tell you, my husband would never step foot near woman’s products back in my day, young man, so take care of her, alright, dear?” The lady said to Brian as he paid for the items. He never corrected her. He didn’t really mind being mistaken for your husband.

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You went to bed early that night, cringing at the blood that dried into the sheets. You had taken a shower and as you put on fresh clothes to get cosy in, you heard the door open. 

“Good evening, love” Brian announced as he walked in, two sandwiches on a plate. “Are you not busy recording still?” You questioned, helping yourself to the sandwich with actual fillings, you knew the one with butter was for him. “Nope, I did my work and told em’ I’d rather be with you than be surrounded by a couple goblins” He chuckled, turning pink as he watched you let out a girly giggle, hand covering your mouth.

“Hop into bed with me, dear, I’d like to actually get to hold you for once instead of just waking up and having to get up and move you away from me” His voice went quiet towards the end of his sentence.

“I’d like that too, Bri” You let your grin be free, taking Brian by the hand, sandwich in your other to snack in bed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the stain.

[hellrisen]

WHAT IS UP, MY DUDES ?                  the name’s mads. short for mads mikkelsen’s #1 fan and lover —— alternatively amanda. you can call me whatever you want, though. or anytime :wink: i am twenty - three years young, and i go by she / them pronouns. my favorite movie franchise is scream and i think machine gun kelly is the best thing since sliced bread. but that’s enough about me … so, click the      READ MORE     below for a brief introduction to my oc’s ! 

ALISHA BOE, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER   …   you’re looking for sawyer kinney? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the twenty-two year old nephilim and student with an unadulterated love for soccer, bonne bell cotton candy lip smackers, and 1980′s romcoms. with blondies′ sunday girl set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re tenacious, and yet blithe. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET SAWYER KINNEY —— half angel, half fun. adopted by a nice christian pair in ‘97 after her mommy kicked the bucket. that’s what happens when you fraternise with angels, you see. so … daddy dearest dropped her off at one of eden’s many, many, many churches and said SEE YA !

since then, angelic endeavours have been stifled. for the most part. her adoptive parents died when she was thirteen years old. car crash. and it might’ve been partially sawyer’s fault. we can’t all control our divine urges. or the powers inherited from fathers we never knew.

premonition and other sorts of fun hasn’t been experienced since. partially due to the seizure meds her family feeds her like tic tacs. she’s got epilepsy ! except she like, doesn’t. but from an adult pov and an absence of telekinetic rages since childhood, sawyer accepts the diagnosis at face value. nobody said she was smart.

she’s a vet student, though ! so, she’s semi - smart. sawyer loves all animals ( bunnies mostly ) and has since she was a wee lass. same goes for soccer. nobody loves muddy balls as much as sawyer kinney, y’all.

survivor of three near death experiences, only one which was self - inflicted, sawyer’s kind of convinced herself to have a purpose. she doesn’t. but since the third incident, she’s been more connected to god than ever before. a poor idolisation considering he’d have her sniped if he knew of her existence.

another addition to sawyer’s idiocy is her lack of deep thought regarding the town she lives in. yeah, it’s quirky ! and people are superstitious ! but that’s all there is to it. but as she’s starting to engage more with the vamps of eden, as well as pushing for a release from her medication, she’ll have to unveil this creep - fest for what it is … well, a creep fest.

PERSONALITY …

she’s pushy. like, very. sawyer’s very engaged with her friends and family, possibly due to middle child slash adopted child syndrome. include her or die.

competitive, too. she can get kinda mean when there’s a WINNER title on the horizon. because she has to win, she must win — she’s the best person at whatever they’re competing in. swear to satan ! ( that was me, not sawyer, don’t worry. )

on top of that, sawyer’s the epitome of a social butterfly. she’ll befriend anyone at any given opportunity, and maybe that’s why she’s gonna end up dead in an alley. either way, if there’s a person she does not know —— sawyer will know them by the end of the day. so, it goes without saying then, that she’s quite the partier. drinking is fun ! dancing is fun ! okay ? cool.

STEVEN YEUN, DEMI BOY, HE/THEY   …   you’re looking for wolfgang baek? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the thirty-seven year old human and podcast host with an unadulterated love for dario argento films, his super 8 camera, and chicken mcnuggets is easy to spot. with charles manson’s look at your game, girl set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re meddlesome, and yet voluble. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET WOLFGANG BAEK —— flop movie director / screenwriter, son of a successful movie director / screenwriter, who resorted to hosting a spooky podcast. men, am i right ? always making them podcasts …

wolfie is what you call a movie buff. horror movies specifically. he loves himself a good scare ! hence why he moved to this little hell - town called eden. it was all for that sick and twisted inspiration. for what you ask — well, for his next movie, duh ! the one he started four years ago and has yet to finish … yeah, that one.

due to his father’s job he spent the majority of his childhood on the cinematic scene. both off and on screen. yeah, he got a cameo in one of his daddy’s 1980′s films ! jealous yet ? you should be. but it isn’t just because of that he has never done a sport in his life, okay … he also has heart issues, baby. a defect heart valve that got fixed ( best it could ) when he was a wee bean. it’s fine now. for the most part.

now he’s kind of obsessed with outdoing his dad even though that is the biggest cliche out of all the cliches and he’s aware of the fact. simply being introspective is not enough, is it ? he’s made a couple shorts, and one feature length — flops the whole bunch. i mean, they’re decent to OUR standards. but to this perfectionist ? nah, son. burn that shit.

PERSONALITY …

wolfie can be … callous. insensitive. a bit of a prick. not in the sense of deliberate asshole - ness, but — he’s desensitised to the world’s tragedies ( too many true crime dramas ) and he’s incredibly pretentious. it’s cinema, darling.

he talks a lot, too. TOO MUCH ! nobody asked for his input regarding the rise and the decline of the slasher genre but here he is … putting it in regardless. odds are every other sentence includes either a. a movie reference, or b. a true crime reference. pick one.

because he’s all work and no play, he’s never had a serious girlfriend. i know ! shocking, right ? i mean, look at him !!!!!!!! but no. longest relationship lasted a whooping four months and we don’t talk about that one. there might be a part of him that believes he’s incapable of love … we don’t talk about that either.

AUBREY PLAZA, AGENDER, SHE/THEY   …   you’re looking for muriel stafford? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the thirty-five year old possessed human and journalist with an unadulterated love for impromptu road trips, take-out delivery food, and burt’s bees pomegranate lip balm is easy to spot. with santana’s she’s not there set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re aloof, and yet perspicacious. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET MURIEL STAFFORD —— stanford graduate and general pain in the butt. disowned by her family and the whole ghost hunting community. things we don’t discuss: see above.

to make a long story incredibly short, merle grew up in a haunted house. or so they say … you see, when merle was nine years old, her sister was possessed BY THE DEVIL. or so they say … and all that trauma ? documented, darlings. because momma and poppa don’t hesitate to capitalise on their own children. sickening.

according to merle, her sister suffered a psychotic break, and her parents — previously z listers with an affinity for running ghost hunting blogs — didn’t hesitate to make the fact their latest pitch. AND TO STARDOM THEY WENT ! meanwhile, agnes delgado chugged drain - cleaner two years after it aired.

fast forward last year of college, and the anniversary of the notorious exorcism documentary comes creeping up. so merle says enough is enough ! girl puts her soon - to - be journalism degree to use and writes an extensive exposé on her own fam. that ought to show them, right ? well …

turns out : her input was not wanted. as if it wasn’t bad enough to have the remainder of the delgado clan turn on her, the anonymous identity she’d craved ever since entering the spotlight years ago — it is snatched from her ! safe to say she did not think it through.

so, what now ? well, we change our last name to our mommy’s maiden name and we escape the hell - scape that is texas and then, we hope nobody added your newly - zit - free face to memory. because it’s been * math years * ! okay ? forget it … you never read any of the above …

PERSONALITY … 

merle has never cared for much in general, and that’s very obvious. she has a very deadpan approach to life and all of its difficulties. plus, riveting backstory in mind — she’s unlikely to share details of her life unless it pertains recent mundane bull - crap !

going against everything previously established, her attitude towards the supernatural is not skeptical. aliens, ghosts, ghouls … all things that exist. because muriel delgado grew up in a haunted house. and while her adult mind rationalised all that was seen in her childhood, it also suffered a break of its own post her sister’s death - aversary.

it’s nice to come face to face with old friends, though, innit ? and if all she has left of her past is the demonic presence lurking in the back of her mind, then so be it. beggars cannot be choosers, merle.

[hazkiwislutt]

{prologue: chasing love series}

{ hi friends, it’s athena and this is the prologue to a series i’m writing. basically, it has a famous female character who is younger than Harry, but it’s set a few years in the future, like... Harry is going to be 29 and the mc is going to be 21 when they first meet (pls don’t shoot me) so that it fits in with some of the plot. i hope you like it, because if i do it right, this story is supposed to pull on all sorts of heartstrings and throw a bunch of curveballs at you! }

She was only twenty-one when they’d first met, old enough so that he didn’t feel bad taking a liking to her, but young enough that people would talk and make him feel bad about taking a liking to her. He’d met her at a party that Niall had thrown, and he hadn’t wanted to go, but he was a people-pleaser, and so that’s where he’d found himself that one Saturday night after he’d gotten off the plane from Japan. He’d arrived, and Niall had instantly whisked him away to the kitchen because he was just “dying fo’ yeh t’meet someone tha’ yeh’d like.” 

Niall had nudged the kitchen door open, and to Harry’s surprise, she was standing over the sink, back facing toward him and Niall, chugging a bottle of Belvedere as if it were ice water at three in the morning on a Wednesday night after a really intense sleep. She finished it cleanly, not stopping even once as she demolished the bottle, and Harry grimaced, wondering how long it would be until the alcohol hit her like a freight train.

She was wearing a pair of CareBear pajama pants that flopped over her bare feat and a faded university sweatshirt that had an insane amount of holes littered across its expansion.  

“I asked you to bring something stronger, not someone. I’ve gotta be absolutely blackout drunk if I’m gonna get through tonight, Niall.” She hadn’t turned around, and the sound of her voice acknowledging their presences startled Harry. 

“Yeh not actually hung up on this bloke, are yeh? Yeh don’ need him!” Niall’s eyes widened and he lunged forward to seize her shoulders, spinning her to face him, to which she reacted with a bored shrug. 

As he gazed at her side profile, Harry realized he knew this girl. She was relatively new on the music scene, but one big hit a year ago skyrocketed her to fame. Harry could admit he’d watched her in multiple interviews (and was also able to admit that she seemed intelligent, funny, and terribly captivating) and listened to a few of her songs (which were all crafted beautifully, and he even kept two of them on his shower playlist). He’d learned she was studying at a university when she’d released her song, and that her favorite juice was cranberry, and that she loved reptiles more than animals with fur, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember her name.  

“I don’t know, Ni. It’s not like I want to be hung up on him, anyway, but the heart does weird shit. Anyways, what’s a girl gotta do to get some stronger liquor from her incredibly dashing Irish friend?” She put up her hands in a duo of finger guns, shaking them at Niall and grinning madly. Her smile was pretty, Harry decided. 

“Hate t’be tha’ guy, but yeh not gettin’ anything from me. Yeh had enough to knock yeh into next week. Enough of tha’ now, this is my mate.” Niall gestured to Harry, raising his eyebrow to prompt him to introduce himself. 

“M’Harry. S’nice to meet yeh.” He stepped out and outstretched his hand to shake hers, and nearly grunted in surprise as she grasped his and shook it tighter than he’d expected. 

“Y/N.” She returned simply, but warmly with a large smile. Harry didn’t miss the way she was staring at his eyes with an intensely measured gaze. He was impressed and a bit put off by her unabashed confidence in doing so, having always been the person that did the speculating when meeting someone new, and it was both interesting and refreshing to meet someone that delivered the same energy. 

“M’gonna go check on the other guests, but yeh better swear t’me tha’ yeh not gonna leave or do anythin’ stupid,” Niall scolded her with a stern eye, “an’ I mean really, Y/N. Seriously. Wanted Harry t’meet yeh ‘cause I remember yeh said yeh like him, an’ maybe it’d do yeh good t’make new friends.” He slipped out of the kitchen once more, leaving Harry alone with this new girl and her CareBear pajamas. 

“I’d say yeh’ve got a nice grip, but s’a hell of a lot more than tha’, innit? Felt like Donald Trump himself was trying t’rip my arm off.” Harry grinned as he heard her erupt in loud giggles as she hopped up onto the counter alongside the bottle that had long been empty, swinging her feet gently against the cabinets beneath her. He decided her laugh was pretty, too, and it was one of the nicest laughs he’d ever heard in his life, and that he’d love to make her laugh all the time if that was his reward.

“That was a good one,” she hummed thoughtfully, “Sorry, though, if I actually hurt your hand. I was thinking really hard, like, should I gently shake your hand or what? ‘Cause you seem like a firm grip with a gentle twist kind of guy, and my brain couldn’t decide, so I just squeezed.” 

“S’just a handshake, not a blood oath, love.” Harry smirked and she released another round of soft giggles before she quieted down completely. Before Harry could panic about an awkward lull in conversation and scramble for a topic of discussion, she reached out for his shoulder and grasped it.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but I’m about to be really fucking buzzed soon. I probably looked insane downing that entire bottle, so I’m apologizing now for the things I’ll inevitably do or say.” She shrugged at him sheepishly before pulling her hand away and returning her focus to her legs that were still swinging. She looked small, swaddled in her ratty sweatshirt and feet dangling so high off the ground from where she sat, and Harry was overcome and overwhelmed by a feeling of endearment as he stared at her. 

“S’alright, ‘ve been there quite a few times. F’yeh want, we could talk about it.” He genuinely meant it. There was never a time where Harry didn’t want to not help, but he especially wanted to help her get her mind off things with conversation, which seemed to be a better alternative than consuming anymore alcohol. She was young, younger than him certainly, but not childish, and he was consumed by an odd wave of protectiveness as he watched her. 

“Maybe later I’ll give you the whole run down.” She stopped, and a beat of silence passed before she continued, “I really like your music, by the way. I’ve been a fan since like... way before all this happened to me, and you helped me through a lot. I swear, I was like the biggest Directioner. I’ve still got your posters up in my room back home. Sorry if that’s weird to say, but I mean, it’s kinda cool to be sitting in front of you after staring at you on paper for so long. That sounds fuckin’ creepy, too. Christ, I’m sorry, I’m really not helping my case, am I?” 

Harry laughed as she talked, listening to her switch inflections at the beginning of nearly every sentence, as if she were talking to someone new every time. He was gratified and extremely moved by the reverential tone she used as she thanked him, never experiencing someone so in awe and grateful in his life for things he hadn’t directly done. 

“S’not creepy. I performed with Stevie Nicks, an’ I nearly pissed m’pants, so I get it. M’also a fan of yeh’re music, ‘ve even got two of yeh songs on m’shower playlist.” Harry watched as she blinked in surprise (very cutely, he might add) and bashfully smiled at her lap. 

“Thank you, really, that means a lot to me. It was all so surreal... You know, I was going to be a journalist before all of this happened. I was double-majoring, but I’d always wanted to do music. In college, I was in such a bad place, and then, I released the song, got snatched up by a producer, and now here I am, talking to Harry Styles.” She scooted higher up onto the counter and dropped her head back against the wall, closing her eyes, as if reliving everything she’d just divulged. 

“I know how tha’ feels, too. S’the craziest thing, waking up, an’ realizing yeh life will never be the same again.” Harry leaned against the side of the counter, finding himself sucked into a whirlwind of memories as he fondly remembered his rise to fame. It was silent, save for the obvious noises of the party floating through the rest of the house, but it was comfortable, as if they’d both understood they needed that moment. 

“Harry,” she’d said suddenly, sitting up quickly and fumbling to grab his shoulder, eyes a bit hazy and unfocused. He’d grasped her hand where it lay on him, and squeezed it reassuringly, giving her a small smile. 

“Want to hear about my troubles before I throw them up in this sink?” He laughed once more at her bluntness, and nodded encouragingly. 

“G’on then, love. Let’s hear it.” 

He’d barely finished his sentence before she was off and running, words slurred together and hand warm on his shoulder, telling the story of a “stupid boy with ratty hair, but damn it it was so nice to yank on”, who she’d had a fling with in her senior year of high school that moved away to “some random ass country, think it was fuckin’ Australia” and did a bunch of god-awful things that pulled her heartstrings all the wrong ways, and suddenly happened to swing back into her life, demanding that they pick up where they’d left off and talk about the semantics of their relationship, just as she’d finally “gotten my balls in order and wanted to move on, the asshole.” Tonight, he gave her the option of meeting him over dinner, or “’saying goodbye to us forever’, like, come on, who even says that?”. She’d declined, and this is where Harry had arrived to watch her resort to chugging Belvedere. 

By the time she’d finished, her voice was quiet and tinged with a bit of frustration. Harry was sure he’d felt these things before, and he dare he admit it, he probably inflicted these feelings before. 

“I’m so tired of being sad. It’s exhausting. I just want to be able to be happy, by myself again, so that maybe I can share that happiness with someone else in the future.” Her voice was low, and her eyes were drooping with the weight of her dilemma, and the burden of the alcohol that was no doubt running through her veins at this point. 

She looked exhausted, not in a bad way, but in a way that showed the internal battle she’d been fighting in her heart. Harry felt bad, even a bit sad, that someone like her should have to endure someone else’s faults. She was a beautiful girl, with wit that was more surprising than shocking, and an air around her that drew him in. 

“S’not worth it, yeh know,” Harry rushed the words out before he could stop them, “an’ he didn’t deserve to have someone like yeh care about him. Niall’s right, an’ I know I jus’ met yeh, but I think yeh’re just lovely, an’ things will work out for yeh eventually. Swear on it.”

She’d looked at him with large eyes that held a mixture of inebriation and sadness, but above all, gratitude as she soaked in his words. Harry opened his arms a bit, as if tentatively asking if she’d like to be enveloped in them, and Y/N didn’t need any other invitation. She scooted to the end of the counter and burrowed into Harry’s chest, legs on either side of his hips and arms wrapped around him tightly. Harry’s throat constricted weirdly as if her touch had awoken something within him (but for now, he'd simply say that he felt pity and understanding). 

“I’m just so tired of chasing love, you know?” Her voice was muffled from where her face was pressed against his chest. 

“Suppose tha’ this has got t’be the cheesiest thing ever, but maybe one day, it’ll be worth all of the chasing, right?” Harry fought the urge to stroke her hair down and caress the sides of her face as he breathed her in. The air suddenly felt thin and his heart began to beat wildly, the close proximity working against him, but if she’d noticed, she didn’t show it. 

“I hope you’re right.” 

[hxxefics]

here’s the first (of many, hopefully) ‘Rose Gold’ blurbs! 

In which it’s the last show and Rose doesn’t know how to feel. 

Rose was, for the lack of a better term, in shock and also probably about to cry. It was the last night of the tour, they ended a nearly nine month tour with two nights in LA at The Forum. Now, obviously, everyone knew it was coming to an end, That they’d be packing up and heading home, but it still feels so fresh to Rose, so new and different from anything she’d done before. 

Yes, of course she was tired. She missed her mates and she missed her mum, but it had been so fun that even on the bad days she was able to control how homesick she was and get over how much being away from the people she loved sucked. However, it was far different than when the tour started all those months ago in September. The whole band, each and every single one of them were real true mates. She supposed that’s what happened when you were in close proximity to the same people day in and and out. Even on their days off, Rose never really strayed too far from Claire, or lately, Harry. As soon as they’d taken their final bow, Rose’s cheeks were hot and despite being sweaty from her choice of a cute pair of velvet flares and a ruffled off white shirt with a pussy bow, she wanted nothing more than to do it just one more time. After their bow, they all hugged each other, Sarah and Mitch even kissed on stage with no care in the world. Rose squeezed Claire and Claire kissed her pink cheek. Then the two of them hugged Sarah and Mitch before turning to the boss himself, Harry. Who, if Rose knew anything about him, which she did, looked like was about to cry. She hugged him tightly because she felt the same way. They were so lucky, so lucky to have each other and to have fans that loved Harry through and through. Every night was a good one, one where people were happy and safe and able to be themselves. More than anything, Rose was just happy that she got to work with someone like Harry, someone so incredibly humble and so incredible compassionate that sometimes even Rose was in awe of him.    That, of course, hadn’t help as of late. The fact that they’d sort of be sneaking around the last couple of months was something only a few people knew, and while Rose thought he was an incredible person before, after getting to properly know him she could say that he was even more incredible than what the general public thought. Harry was one of the nicest people Rose had ever known, always so helpful and willing to give anyone the shirt off of his back. It wasn’t until they had all ushered off stage, their ears still ringing from the clapping and the copious amounts of screams that Rose let out a shaky breath. She was sweaty and wanted to take a shower before she changed into some comfortable leggings and a tour t-shirt Harry had given everyone before the show. More than anything though, she just wanted to have a cry because yeah, it was over, but she knew there was so much in the future. It was one of the first times in her life that she felt like there was a place for her, one where she was wholeheartedly accepted. All of them had talked about what would happen next. Harry was going to take some well deserved time off, just like the rest of them. However, Harry had already set up some writing sessions, ones that he wanted most of them there for. Claire’s plan was to go visit her family in Japan for a couple of months. Mitch was staying in LA and going to fuck around until Harry needed him back for writing. Sarah was going to go between London and LA, seeing her family, but not neglecting her boyfriend. Rose’s plan was to stay in LA for about a week before heading back to London. What mattered was they were all staying together. Harry had said from the start that he wanted to find the best people he could, and he had, now he didn’t want to let go of them. Of course, this made it easier on Jeff because he didn’t have to find anymore touring artists. Harry had insisted they stay together, because they were just as important as he was. Without them he couldn’t do what he loved, and without him, they’d be back to doing little odd jobs here and there. It was in the best interest for everyone to stay together, so that was the plan. “Rosie?” Harry’s voice broke Rose out of her deep thought. They’d made it back to his dressing room and she’d thrown herself on the leather sofas attempting to not fuck up the new Gucci pillows they’d just sent Harry as a gift. “Yeah?” Rose looked over at him. He was still standing, though he’d taken off his custom cropped jacket that was covered in gold sequins. His high waisted pains were still sat on his waist, the single stripe of gold down the side still sparking in the dim light of the green room. “You alright?” He asked as her as he kicked his boots off. It was rare Harry stayed after the show. He was usually one of the first people gone, sometimes not even changing from his suit to something comfortable before leaving. Rose just nodded, her ears were still ringing, she still had the buzz under her skin that she always had after a show. Sometimes it would get so bad that her hands would get shaky and her stomach would flip. Adrenaline had become her best friend on this tour, “Just weird, innit?” She asked with a sigh, “That it’s over.” Harry nodded and took a seat next to her, “Yeah, suppose it is. What have we got to look forward to now?” He half joked with a crooked half smile. Rose just rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, “Getting some real sleep,” was her answer, “I feel like I’ve been running on low for the past month and a half,” she admitted to him. Harry didn’t do subtly very well, his arm wrapped around her shoulder quickly and pulled her into his side. She still got goosebumps when he pressed his lips to her temple. “Get to spend time with you,” Harry mumbled “That’s something to look forward to.” Rose’s cheeks were already red because she was hot, but she was sure they went even more red at his comment. It was stupid, and a bit corny but she could tell he meant it, which was the important part. “Suppose,” Rose sighed, “You’re not too bad.” Harry snorted, one of his cartoonish laughs that Rose had come to love so much, “Gonna change and then go hang out with the crew for a bit,” Harry told her, “Help them clean up, suppose Helene also wants to record some behind the scene stuff. If you want I can give you the key and I can meet you there –“ Harry started. Rose shook her head, “I’ll be okay. Gonna take a shower anyway, then probably read. Just lemme know when you’re ready to go,” she said to him softly. The plan was for her and Harry to go back to his house for the night. Rose hadn’t spent all that much time in Los Angeles, and considering it was where Harry considered home half the year, he wanted her to get to know the city. That was their plan for the next week, that and lots of sleeping in. Harry just leaned in and kissed her cheek, “I’ll text you, yeah? You promise you won’t fall asleep in here?” Rose shrugged, “That happened once, asshole.” Harry just smiled as he stood up. He was quick to replace his shirt with a simple t-shirt and his tight trousers for some off-white wide legged pants that shouldn’t look good on anyone (but of course they did). Before he disappeared he turned back to Rose, who was still on the sofa trying to calm herself down before she had a shower. “Hey, Rosie?” His voice was gruff and he still sounded sort off out of breathe from playing ‘Kiwi’ three fucking times before getting off stage.    “Hm?” Rose just looked up at him from where she was staring down at her lit up phone screen. “Thanks,” he said and a light dusty pink colour rising to his cheeks, “For everything,” he continued, “For agreeing to come on tour and for jus’ being fuckin’ amazing. Don’t think I coulda done it without you.” Rose smiled at him, once of her genuine smiles that she’d started to reserve just for him, “Thanks for having me, H. Wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

[sleepy-sunlight]

I’m so happy to hear that I made your day❤️This is gonna be a long one, sorry about that😂 But I have a few prompts in my mind and since I lack of time and inspiration, I thought I could share them with you so they wouldn’t go wasted😂 You can write them if you want, but no forcing of course😄 1-Dorian and Varric playing matchmaker to get Cullen and Inquisitor together. All of the inner circle have bets on who is gonna kiss the other first. So, all eyes are on them until they do.

Hi!! Thank you so much, that’s so incredibly sweet of you to say!!

As for your requests, yes!!! I’ve been so excited to do requests so thank you so much for sending them in!! I’ll be doing the others in separate posts (Because of the multiple prompts/requests stated) but I’ll be sure to tag you in them so that you’re aware!!

Anyhow, thank you again and have a splendid day!! Enjoy!!

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“You haven’t seen them like I have Sparkler,” Varric remarked, tipping back in his seat, arms folded across his chest. “I knew them way before you showed up with the whole mage fiasco.”  

“Well, it doesn’t exactly take a genius to know what’s going on there!” Dorian scoffed, hunching over the table. “The Inquisitor arrived while we were playing chess and the commander’s face became redder than my wine! I thought he might remove me from the game himself.”  

“Then you should’ve seen it in the very beginning,” Varric exclaimed, stifling his laughter. “I swear to the very Maker after we went to the Hinterlands they actually asked me if the commander was ‘unwed’.”  

Dorian nearly choked on his ale, clamping a hand over his mouth.  

“You’re kidding!”  

“I wish I could make things up like this!”  

“Well I think as the Inquisitor’s best friend I ought to-”  

“Wait – you don’t really think you beat me in that competition,?” Varric scrunched up his nose, doubtful.  “I’ve been with them since the start.” 

“Oh, I don’t think – I know so.“  He puffed out his chest with pride, his brows raising. “We’re practically - and literally family!” 

“Willing to wager a bet on the better friend then?”  

“Of course~.”  

Varric cracked his knuckles, a thought almost instantly bursting into his head as he peered closer to the mage.  

“Alright, whoever can get them together first then. We’ll know with ‘true love’s kiss’.” He sneered, a pettiness laced in his voice that could only honestly come from Dorian.  “that’ll settle this.”

“Get ready to eat your heart out sparkler.” 

“The same to you, dwarf.” 

From then on, it only really seemed to spiral out of control. 

Once Varric knew, so did Cassandra.

Leading to Leilana, Josephine, Blackwall, and so on.

To put it lightly - the entirety of the inner circle, knew and relished in this bet. 

Leiliana had more than once offered to stir the pot, bringing up ideas such as ‘mysterious letters from a secret admirer’ to wring jealousy from the commander.

Josephine even had suggested more than a few rumors to etch out the nervous, hesitant pair from hiding. 

“I think the commander ought to make the move first,” Blackwall had confessed during one of their first ‘meetings’, a few of them huddled up within the barn. “you can see how clearly he wants to.” 

“Cullen?” Sera snickered, kicking the side of his seat playfully. “The man freezes when the Inquisitor smiles at him!” 

“He didn’t become commander by freezing up,” The Iron Bull noted, clicking his tongue. “He’ll step up when it counts.” 

“And you don’t think the Inquisitor will?” Cassandra scoffed. “I’ve seen them tear down a giant - a man shouldn’t be an issue.” 

“We’re not talking about killing here Cassie,” Bull snorted, a smug grin tugging at his lips as he saw how the woman shot up in outrage at the nickname. “You don’t need to pick the dwarf’s side because he writes your favorite ‘novels’.” 

“They both want to,” Cole murmured, fiddling with his hands sheepishly. “His heart lights up when he sees them, and their head is always full of thoughts of him.” 

Bull pointed at the rouge, as though that proved his entire point. 

“I stand by my word, The Inquisitor will-” 

“I will what?” 

They all had froze as you strode in, your arms setting on your hips as you looked to all of them. 

Sera scrambled to her feet, giving a small, meek wave.

“That’s my signal to go-” 

“Sera…” 

“Hey…lovely seeing you innit?” She chuckled quietly, clearing her throat awkwardly as she sat back down. “Right I know - sit back down - you got it.” 

“All we were doing was betting on how long it’ll take you to beat Corypheus’s ass,” Bull simpered, tipping his head back to meet you. “don’t worry boss, we’re all thinking he’ll be down in five seconds flat.” 

You crinkled your nose, amused as you pat his shoulder lightly.

“I’m flattered, but I really don’t think that’s possible-” 

“You’re right,” Cassandra stood up, shooting Blackwall and Bull steel gazes before glancing up to you, smiling softly. “It’ll take three.” 

You couldn’t quite describe the confusion that overwhelmed you then, your brow furrowing as the warrior gestured to you to follow.

“Inquisitor, if you would?” She asked. “Varric was hoping he could talk to you.” 

“Oh,” You tried to hide the hint of bewilderment in your tone. “Of course.” 

The others burst up from their seats in an instant, Blackwall and Bull erupting in a flurry of concerned whispers, as Cassandra led you to the main hall.

“…Why couldn’t Varric just come get me himself?” You found yourself asking. 

“He had a surprise, and he asked me to bring you to him if someone found you,” She came up with abruptly, a lump growing in her throat. “He asked just about everyone in Skyhold.”  

You nodded, unable to truly believe in what she told you, still resigning yourself to follow your friend as she brought you to him.

Varric had never beamed so brightly as he did before when he saw you, clapping his hands as he shot up from his seat. 

“Ah! Your Inquisitorialness! Always a pleasure.” 

“You…you wanted to speak with me?” 

“That I did!” He glanced to Cassandra, giving her a small wink before she left, trying to stifle his laughter as she groaned. 

“Here, sit down,” He tapped the rim of the seat across from him, setting himself up. “I need to talk to you about someone.” 

Your legs crossed as you situated yourself, your lips shifting into a frown. 

“Who?” 

“Curly.” 

“Cullen?” 

“Your Commander~.” 

You scoffed, your stomach fluttering as though enveloped in clouds at his mention.

But his tone hid something that left you uneasy.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-” 

“The leader of your armies of course!” 

You had never felt such relief.

You prepared to steady yourself, suddenly halted as he bent down, smirking smugly than you thought it might be possible for a person to. 

“And how obviously he fancies you.” 

Electricity shot through you in an instant.

“W-What?” You had to quiet yourself from yelping, grabbing tight on to the ends of your sleeves. “What’re you talking about?” 

“You don’t have to hide this sort of thing from me you know,” He retorted. “According to Cassandra, romance is kind of my thing.” 

“Cullen is a very commendable leader and valued member of my advisors,” You scrambled to maintain your cool, failing miserably. “Yes, I may appreciate his dedication to our cause, his growth as a person, and maybe how when he is passionate how he’ll ramble and light up like a fire and-” 

You stopped yourself, letting out a heavy sigh as you held your face in your hands. 

“Andraste’s sake…” 

“It’s alright,” Varric hummed, grinning. “He’s head over heels for you too! All you gotta do is tell him!” 

“How do you even know that?” 

“Just about everyone in Skyhold and their grandmothers have seen how you two look at each other. The moment you both start talking to each other nobody knows if it’ll be a day of a year before you’re done!” 

He pointed to you almost accusingly. 

“And don’t you dare tell me you don’t adore Curly’s locks.” 

“That’s…that’s kind of odd Varric.” 

“Am I wrong?” 

“I won’t answer that.” 

“I didn’t even need an answer to know,” He shrugged, that familiar smugness from when you first met him ever so obvious. 

“Listen, the point is - you should tell him,” He softened his tone, sincere. “I knew Cullen long before this whole archdemon asshole Corypheus and I have never seen anyone do what you do to him.” 

You yielded, letting out a deep breath. 

“You honestly think that?” 

“I never thought I’d see the man smile - let alone laugh. Those are just about the most common things happening with him when he’s around you,” Varric assured you, genuinely kind. “He’s actually happy when he’s with you. I never even thought ‘happy’ and ‘Curly’ would go together.” 

“You’re only going to lose this chance if you don’t take it.” 

You jabbed him at his dramatic words, however much his support legitimately meant to you.

“Alright, alright fine,” You melted just a bit, beaming kindly at him. “Thank you Varric.” 

“That’s what friends are for.” 

You stood up, taking in a deep, nervous breath as you prepared yourself to make your way to the commander’s tower.

Only stopped as you ran into the man himself.

With Dorian. 

The mage suddenly stopped speaking, nudging Cullen closer to you with a prideful glint that perhaps could’ve been his signature by then. 

“Oh - um…Inquisitor,” He coughed embarrassedly. “I uh - I was just on my way to find you-” 

“Can we talk?” You blurted out, your mind racing quicker than you thought possible. “In private?” 

“Yes - I’d like that,” He muttered, heat trickling onto his cheeks. “I’d like that a lot.” 

The two of you disappeared through the endless rows of doors shortly after, Varric and Dorian nearly splitting at the seams as they paced and waited anxiously. 

Only to be met with an answer as they watched the two of you along the barracks later, hands ribboned together as you came to the stairsteps. 

And you kissed him.

It was tender as you held his face in your palms for just a moment, Cullen melting into your touch that he appeared to hang onto you as you parted, a smile stretching from ear to ear on his expression.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Dorian grinned, seemingly warmed by the affection. “guess that means I lose?” 

“You bet your ass it does,” Varric smirked, shoving his fists into his pockets. “Inquisitor’s lucky though.” 

“How so?” 

“They’ve got a pretty great friend in you,” Varric admitted, glancing to Dorian. 

“Even if you’re still second to me.” 

[jaegertango]

RNR

Because I feel like I have to write SOMETHING every couple of days (or I’m at least trying to), here’s a short thing of Ras, Haar, and a familiar warrior finding their peace outside of the battlefields. Their true places might be in a war-torn landscape, but it’s the moments like these that make them happy..

“Hey. HEY! Tarsalai, open up!”

Haarithur grumbled darkly as he pounded on the small door, looking miserably tired as he thumped on the wood once more. For the first time in awhile, he did not have his heavy armor donned, instead wearing a long cloak draped around his bare, broad shoulders, with only loose pajama pants otherwise clinging to his muscular form. It was late enough in the night that any activity within the Square had long since vanished, and even the lurking rogues and addicts had stolen away to the darker shadows of the Row. Even the patrols were more scant, only one other guardsman standing warily in the distance as he watched the off-duty centurion, armed and armored only in his nightclothes and a shining hammer that doubled as a torch. It seemed as though even Silvermoon City needed its rest, and now the Royal Vanguard needed to interrupt his own so that others could do so.

There was some faint murmuring behind the door, which was echoed by the Blood Elf tapping his boot impatiently. “I know you're there – you've got half the block awake!”

“Piss off! Just – hold on, I need pants!” came a snarling reply, and Haarithur straightened himself up to his full, imposing height, glaring a couple of feet above the doorknob. He could at least be patient for pants; he had to do the same courtesy approaching this disturbance in the capital, and he also really didn't want to see his Lieutenant without anything covering him. The metallic shift of a deadbolt snapping aside clattered towards the Spellbreaker's ears, and his glimmering green eyes met with Rasputen's single, golden one.

“When I said 'blow off some steam,' I was being facetious.”

“Don't call me shitty!” The Huntsman growled viciously. “Who says I can't f- er, flog somethin' in my own bloody home?”

Haarithur raised a long, wild eyebrow. “Your idea of relaxing yourself is flogging something at two in the morning?”

“Oi, what I do on my own blasted time's MY business, innit?!”

“Kinda is mine if you wake up everyone shouting and snarling as loud as you are,” the knight grunted, rolling his eyes. “How 'bout you get your rocks off a bit more quietly, hrm?”

“Pah! You REALLY think us Forsaken can bone?” Rasputen snapped, somewhat leaning out of the doorway to glare at Haarithur, jabbing a sharp finger in his tough chest.

The Spellbreaker opened his mouth to explain, but then he simply smiled and shook his head with a short laugh.

“What? Think it's that bloody funny?”

“Oh, no, not that,” Haarithur snorted, reaching over to tousle Tarsalai's hair with a childish flair, causing the undead to recoil and back up a foot. “Just uh...”

He leaned over the Huntsman's shoulder to stare into the apartment.

“Y'look cute for a corpse.”

There was a stupefied silence, not even Rasputen looking up to snap at his captain as Haarithur regarded seemingly nothing in particular. However, a few soft steps soon creaked from the inside of the apartment, and another pair of glowing, gold eyes approached the two men, a young woman's cautious face poking out from the dark of the house.

“How did you see me?” Amilaine whispered gently, curling her nimble fingers behind her ear so that a cloak of pale blonde hair would curtain in front of her gentle features.

“Glowing eyes – I've got two hundred years on you two,” Haarithur boomed with a crooked grin, tapping one of his temples.  “So, this is uh. This is the Kitten you're so worried about?”

“PISS OFF!” Rasputen nearly roared, standing up to try and somehow intimidate the Blood Elf, only for the top of his head to still come several inches beneath the knight's nose. With how wide his eye had gotten, the only thing missing was an actual flush to the undead's face.

“Don't get me wrong Rasputen – we all got our reasons to fight,” the centurion smirked, crossing his mighty arms over his hairy chest. “Though, I've heard this cat's got claws of her own.”

“...You're happier than Ras told me you'd be,” the other Forsaken responded uneasily, and a glint along her left side was all the warning anyone in the vicinity needed – that dagger was aimed directly at Haarithur's throat.

“Am I? Guess this greenhorn's rubbing off on me!” Haarithur snorted, taking a step back and bowing his head slightly towards the two undead. “Guess I'm a bigger asshole in reality.”

“Oi oi, I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet!” Tarsalai hissed, waving his hand at the Sin'dorei in disgust. “Can you bloody GO now?!”

“Usually the captain orders the lieutenant around,” the Blood Elf chuckled, nodding regardless as he held his glowing hammer aloft in departure. “Keep it down, you two. This'll stay between the three of us, got it?”

Rasputen looked entirely baffled, finally at a loss for words as he gaped at Haarithur walking away easily. It was only when Amilaine's small face popped out from under his armpit to gaze out at the Spellbreaker that the two undead both spoke.

“It was nice meeting you!”

“You better not have killed the goddamned mood, Captain!”

Shuddering at the thought of two Forsaken actually procreating, the Blood Elf steered himself in the short walk back to his home, nodding gruffly towards the other guardsman that everything was fine. It was the only reason that he had responded to the noise – he was close enough that he could intercept the call before anyone else. The Spellbreaker knew very well what a relationship could do to a soldier: a loved one was a prime target for bad consequences. Nobody else needed to know of this love between Rasputen and his Kitten – on his honor, the Sin'dorei would keep it that way.

Unlocking the door to his own apartment, Haarithur sighed as the familiar smell and quiet of his living room greeted him, and the exhaustion of rest dragged on his eyes once more. His bed couldn't have been more welcome of a thought right now.

Kicking off his cloak and pulling himself free of his pants, the Spellbreaker clambered into bed with a long, gruff sigh-

-Zalaena D'anthius immediately latching herself onto his shoulder as she nuzzled into his nude body with her own.

“Was it too bad?” She murmured sleepily, nails tapping idly along his chest.

“Tarsalai just being loud. You know him,” Haarithur grunted tiredly, strong fingers shifting through the Mage's mane of brown hair warmly.

She opened an eye carefully, looking extremely apologetic. “I'm... sorry that-”

“Don't fret,” the Spellbreaker yawned, leaning down to gently kiss the top of her head. “First time I've got to see you in months. I'm happy.”

She sighed explosively, but it drew off into a coo during its final seconds. “Sal and Sera miss their father.”

“Must be a deadbeat dad, never being there for them,” Haarithur growled softly, though his tone had lost much of its gruff snarl. “...I've missed them a lot too.”

Zalaena giggled slightly, but it almost seemed to turn into a soft snore halfway through, her eye closing joyfully as she rested on her Vanguard.

“Welcome home, my Knight.”

“You spoil me, my Princess.”

* * *

In the depths of Ironforge...

Soren opened a fierce orange eye as he felt the weight next to him shift abruptly. His entire head cracked over to his right, immediately jumping to the worst conclusion, only to see that the motion was just Xolphiea struggling with the erotic novel creeping up her face. Long since abandoned by their hands, her tossing and turning had slowly brought it up to her nose, and even in her dreamstate, it was affecting her. Reaching over simply, he pulled the book away from the Draenei's nose, and watched as the worried expression on her features instantaneously melted away into relaxation. Her closed eyes fluttered with renewed sleep, and her strong form snuggled closer into the human's own. For several seconds, Sigmaine was captivated by the sight of the Monk resting with such a tranquil air, only stopping when he accidentally dropped the book onto himself, and he snapped his eyes to look at it.

He had nearly forgotten – when he learned that Xolphiea couldn't read, the Zealot immediately took it upon himself to try and teach her. Every night, he offered the only books that he had bothered to save beyond his many tomes of the Light – the eroticas he enjoyed as a hobby. While at first he was worried about giving off the wrong impression, her warm laugh was all it took to wash away the blazing insecurity Soren had. Her progress was slow, but Sigmaine hardly noticed – all that mattered was that they were together.

The human looked down to the book, mostly at his hand that was clutching it. For so many years, he had read the novels in the safety of his home, alone. Now, he had someone to share them with, someone that took his overexcitable spirit and calmed him of his frayed nerves. But did he deserve that? Was he allowed to be happy after everything that had happened...?

A racking snore from Xolphiea cracked the zealot from his ministrations, and he exhaled sleepily in response, finally letting that grating question go unanswered. It wasn't important to him right now.

What was important was her.

[stardust2003]

Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 4

            "You are going with him, right?" Kelly asked me as we sat in my room while Liam was in the shower. "I don't know." I replied. "C'mon, Addie! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. To go to Europe with some hot British guy. You'd be stupid not to." "Oi, Tix!" Liam called as he came to down the hall to my room. "Where's my. Oh alright, Kells." He said as he stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "Hi." She said with a bit of a chuckle. "Tixie." He turned to me. "Where's me clothes? Me boxers and all that. I've lost my bag." "It's right there." I said as I pointed to it on the floor. "Where you left it." "Oh right." He said as he went over and picked it up. "I'm always losin' stuff, me. Cheers, love!" He took off back to the bathroom. Kelly and I chuckled together after he left. "Aww! He called you 'Love'." She remarked. "That's so sweet!" "I'm sure he calls everyone Love." I replied. "Isn't that a term of endearment in England?" "Yeah I guess so. What about Tix? Is that a British thing too?" "No I think that's a Liam thing." I couldn't believe he still called me that but I kind of liked it. "Like leaving his bag in your room?" She said. "You know he did that on purpose. I'm sure he just wanted an excuse to come in here and see if we were talking about him." "Yeah I know." I agreed. November third came faster than I wanted it to, of course, and Liam was packing his things to ship out. "You're comin' with me, right?" He asked as he threw some clothes in his bag. "You have to. To see Paris and Berlin. Not to mention Man-" "I wish I could but I can't." I replied. "Yes you can! Marcus already booked your ticket. You have to come. You've no choice!" "What? Are you gonna kidnap me or something?" He smiled. "I could." He said. "Fuck knows it wouldn't be that hard. You'd let me. You know you will." And I did. A car picked us up and took us to Hopkins Airport and we were bound for Paris. I'd never been to Europe. The only international travel I'd done was to Niagara Falls when I was a kid. A friend in college convinced me to get my passport "just in case". Guess now was a pretty good case. By the time our flight left Cleveland and landed in Paris, we were only hours away from the band's gig. Liam and I were greeted by Marcus at the airport who took us straight to the venue so Liam wouldn't be late for sound check. "Our Noel'll get well fucked off at me if I'm late." He informed me as we drove through the city streets. I was starting to get a little nervous about meeting the band, especially Noel. I figured my standing nearby while that chick gave him drug-free cookies didn't really count as a first meeting. Liam said the other guys in the band were all "top blokes". Good friends of his since he was a teenager. Even Noel was painted in a good light although Liam said he could be quite the "whingey" bastard...and a fuckin' control freak. We arrived at the venue and were taken backstage where the rest of the band hung out. "There you are ya fuckin'-" Noel began but stopped himself when he saw me. "Who the fuck are you?" "Our Tix." Liam spoke for me. Noel twisted his face in confusion. "Tix? What the fuck kinda name is Tix?" "A nickname." I informed him. "I'm Addie. You probably don't remember me from being at the Grog Shop or yelling at me over the phone." He shrugged. "You're right." He replied. "Don't remember either. Just some bint. Unless you're the reason why he's late for sound check." "The fuck I'm late, you fucker!" Liam exclaimed. "You lot haven't even started yet. Just sat about doin' fuck all before ya-" "Alright!" Bonehead (the balding one that looked a bit older than the others) said as he jumped up and held Liam back before he could get too close to Noel. "Let's save our energy for the gig, yeah? So we can fuckin' kill it." And they fuckin' did. The crowd ate up every bit of the show and so did I. Liam was beautiful and so confident onstage. Noel was too. They all were but my main focus was only interested in two-fifths of the band. Liam and I were put up in the same room as Guigsy while Tony and Bonehead shared another one and Noel got his own. "C'mon on then before Guigs gets a chance to use all the hot water." Liam said as he grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom with him. I stood there watching him as he turned on and adjusted the water. He took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. "C'mon! Get your clothes off." He ordered as he unzipped his jeans. "You can wash my back for me." "Oh I can, can I?" I said. He grinned. "Yeah. Put ya to good use, right?" "Right." Just then, we heard the door open to the main part of the hotel room. "Shit!" Liam exclaimed as he went over and locked the bathroom door. "Can't take any chances. Especially since Guigs is probably so fuckin' baked and'll be needin' a piss." "Aren't you all baked?" I asked. "Not yet. Maybe tomorrow though. After another fuckin' mega gig. Celebratory, innit? C'mon! Get them clothes off!" I did as he wanted and then followed him inside the shower. The water was so hot. Steam rose up to the ceiling and escaped through the space above the shower curtain rod. My lips met with Liam's and a few seconds later so did our tongues. I felt his hard dick poking my inner thigh. That definitely didn't take too long. I grabbed a hold of it and began stroking it as fast as I could until I knew he was fired up. Liam slid himself inside me and I moaned in ecstasy as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him close. He began to swing his hips and I did the same until we found our rhythm. "Alright, Guigs?" I said after we came out of the bathroom wrapped in towels and saw him sitting on his bed flipping through channels on TV. "Alright." He said with a nod. His eyes were as red as strawberries. Fuckin' baked. Just like Liam figured. "You can borrow one a my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers if you'd like." Liam offered as he went for his bag. "Okay. Thanks." I said. He gave me some clothes and I went back in the bathroom to get dressed. I don't know what time we went to bed but it was late. And my mind and body were still screwed up from the time change so I wasn't ready to go to sleep just yet. Liam and Guigsy didn't seem to have any trouble falling asleep though so I left them to it, and left the room. The air outside the hotel was crisp but felt good on my cheeks. I stood outside gazing out at the tall buildings around me. Paris was beautiful even though I hadn't seen much of it yet. It was so quiet and I thought I was alone until someone spoke. "So how long you reckon you'll be around before Our Kid dumps ya for another groupie?" It was Noel out for a late night cigarette. "Well we're not together so I really don't think he'll have to dump me." I replied. It was true. Liam and I were just friends. Friends with benefits, maybe, but nothing more. "Makes things easier then, don't it?" "Guess so." He took another drag off his cigarette and exhaled its smoke before speaking again. "So when's your return home flight?" He asked. "We don't have any gigs lined up in the States for another few months and there's no fuckin' way you're stayin' on that long." "Says who?" I asked. "Me. I'm not havin' any birds on this tour. Fuckin' Yoko!" "Piss off!" I yelled. "Liam invited me." "And I'm uninviting you!" He said. "There's no birds allowed on tour. Liam knows that." "I don't see what the big deal is. I'm just here to have a good time not bust your band up. Besides, I like your music so why the fuck would I want it to end?" He shrugged. "Fuck knows. But you're a fuckin' groupie. I can't help it Our Kid's too fuckin' stupid to notice." "Oh shut! Up!" I fired back. "God! You are such an asshole! Liam was right, you really do have a stick shoved up your ass." He furrowed his eyebrows in anger. "Fuck off, skank!" He yelled. "You better watch your step or I'll fuckin'-" "You'll what?" He looked at me trying to think of what to say. "The others might be afraid of you but I'm not." I said. "I'm not a skank. I'm not here to break up your band. And I'm definitely not afraid of you." He shook his head as he flicked the ash off his cigarette. "So how long 'til he fucks you over?" "Don't know. But he wants to show me Manchester so I guess that means I'll be around for a while. I'll be skipping Thanksgiving with my family for it. Lucky you!" He rolled his eyes and then took another drag from his smoke. "Good night, Noel." I said with a smile before turning back to head inside. He didn't respond but it's not like I truly expected anything different.

[stardust2003]

Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 30

           We were back in England for a short break before heading to begin the first US leg of the tour. We wouldn't be anywhere close to home then so I guess it was a good thing we decided to make a special trip for Thanksgiving.

"So what's LA like?" Emma asked as we folded laundry.

"It's a wank." I replied. "At least, that's what Noel thinks anyway."

"Noel thinks everything's a wank. You know Mom and Dad liked Liam better."

"What?"

She nodded. "They thought he was funny. A bit needy and oddly obsessed with you but who doesn't think that? They thought Noel had a stick up his ass."

"Well he'd gone without coke for three days so-"

"That makes it alright?" She asked.

"No." I replied quickly. "It just shows why he was...who could that be?"

The pounding on the front door kept going as we made our way towards it.

"Liam?" I said a bit taken aback after I opened the door. "What are you-"

"I need to speak with our Emma." He cut me off. "Is she in?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Is everything okay?" His eyes looked so panicked.

He didn't respond and just pushed right past me to come inside.

"Emma? Emma!"

"Hi Liam!" She said cheerfully. "What's-"

"Can I talk to you in, er, private?" He replied. "Please?"

"Yeah sure." She waved for him to follow her upstairs.

I went back to the laundry room and got back to folding clothes.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

I gasped at the sound of Liam's voice and dropped the shirt I was folding.

"Addie?" Emma called from upstairs. "Will you come up here please?"

"Yeah. I'm coming."

I went up to her room and saw she was alone. "Where's Liam?" I asked puzzled.

She pointed at the closed bathroom door.

"Liam?" I spoke through the door. "What's-"

"She's tryin' to fuckin' violate me, she is!" He yelled.

"Oh my God! No I'm not!" She exclaimed. "I'm trying to assess your situation, you asshole!"

"Situation?" I echoed. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Ask him!" She pointed at the door.

I sighed. "Liam. What's going on?"

"Just fuckin' leave me alone!" He cried.

"You're in my bathroom, you prick!" Emma muttered.

I rolled my eyes. "Liam." I said through the door more firmly. "If you don't come out of there right now, I'll call Noel and make you fucking-"

The door slowly swung open just enough for me to slip inside.

I went in but Liam was nowhere to be found.

"Shut the door." He said softly.

Or so I thought.

I did as he ordered then went over where I heard his voice. I found him sitting on the floor, hiding behind the left side of the sink.

Worry overcame me as I fell to my knees in front of him. His whole body was shaking a little as he sat there with his knees drawn up under his chin.

"Ya gotta promise ya won't get pissed at me." He said quietly.

"Why?" I asked curiously. "What did you-"

"Just promise me, Tix!" He looked really scared now.

"Alright!" I sighed. "Come on!"

I held his hand and led him back out into the bedroom.

Emma stood there with her arms crossed. "If you want me to look at it, you're gonna have to take off your pants." She told him.

"I ain't takin' off nothin'!" He screamed. "You just want an excuse to look at me-"

"WHOA!" I yelled as I stepped between them. "What the hell is going on?"

"Tell her Liam!" Emma barked. "You know you can go to jail if you don't."

"You what?"

"I said, you'll go to jail if you don't-"

"No I fuckin' won't!" He exclaimed as he stepped towards her.

"What the fuck is going on?!" I screamed again. "Liam! What the fuck did you-"

"I didn't do nothin'! It was some bint who gave me-"

And then it clicked.

"Get on the bed!" I snapped as I pointed towards it.

He quietly went over and laid down. His hands were shaking and he did his best to hide it.

"I'm gonna go put some gloves on." Emma informed him. "You better have your pants down when I get back."

She went into the bathroom.

Liam grabbed at the button of his jeans but his hands were shaking too much to let him do anything.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" I muttered. "Here." I moved his hands out of the way and undid his jeans. I pulled them and his boxers down enough and by the time I was finished, Emma was back.

She sighed at the sight. "When did this happen?" She asked him.

"I dunno."

"Who gave it to you?"

"I dunno."

"Okay." She said as she stood back and made to take her gloves off. "Good luck-"

"No wait!" He cried. "It must've happened in Stockholm or summat. 'Cuz it started to burn afterwards when I had a slash."

I winced at the thought.

"Did you use a condom?" Emma asked keeping her no-nonsense nurse face on.

He shook his head. "Don't like condoms." He replied. "It's like havin' a wash with me fuckin' clothes on!"

"Oh my God! Are you really that stupid or do you just look like it?"

"Oi!"

"Liam! For God's sake!" I yelled as I held him down on the bed. "She's right you know." I turned to Emma. "So what do you think it is?"

"I'm not sure-"

"What d'ya mean you're not sure?!" Liam exclaimed. "You're a nurse, aren't ya? Thought ya said all ya had to do was write me a prescription or summat? Gimme an antibiotic-"

"I never said that!" She argued. "I said I thought all you'd probably need is an antibiotic-"

"Well write us a prescription then! Go on-"

"I can't write you a prescription, you dumb ass! I'm not a doctor."

"Well then what fuckin' good are ya?!" He snapped.

She shook her head and I could tell she was trying her best to stay calm. "You know, it really doesn't surprise me why Noel always wants to kick you out of the band." She said not moving. "You're a fucking liability!" She took off out the room.

"Emma!" I called after her.

"Hang on! Tix!" Liam yelled from the bed.

I turned around to face him and tried not to lose my shit.

He went to speak but I held up my hand.

"Just go tell Maggie you need to see a doctor." I said quietly. "She'll take it from there."

I went to a clinic later that day. I couldn't remember the exact date of the last time Liam and I did anything (regardless of the level of intimacy) so I thought it best to get myself checked out. I turned out to be okay and made a vow to myself I'd be faithful to Noel and Noel only.

I had to do it. He was too good to let go.

Liam's issue turned out to be nothing an antibiotic couldn't fix. The rest of the band and even the crew had no idea what happened to him other than he'd been sick and needed some sort of medication.

Noel decided a party was in order. Not to celebrate Our Kid being on the mend but because we were back in London and he feared Supernova Heights was getting boring. Paul came down from Manchester to join in on the festivities and I couldn't help notice him taking a shine to my sister.

It was cute how bashful he was and my sister was the exact opposite. She talked his ear off making him smile and laugh.

'About time he gets a girl.' I thought as I watched them.

Liam and Patsy were invited too, of course, and made sure to make one of their trademark grand entrances.

I rolled my eyes as they swaggered in with their arms around each other and wearing matching jackets.

Liam's eyes had that dead gaze and he looked like he was about to fall over as he leaned on Patsy for support. It didn't look like that was going to be much help for him though as Patsy appeared well off her tits too.

"Where's Our Kid then?" He slurred to someone as they made their way through the sea of people. "And his bint, right? She's here too, ain't she?"

"Probably off givin' him a gob job." Patsy replied. "That's the only way she can keep him interested, innit?"

"Oi!" Noel exclaimed as he held my hand and led us towards them. "What the fuck're ya on about?"

Liam shook his head a little, whatever he was on clearly slowing his muscle (and mouth) control a bit. "I'd fuckin' stay away from her, mate." He replied nodding at me. "She's fuckin' Frenchified."

"She's what?!" Noel asked curiously.

"It means she's got some shit, Our Kid!" Patsy drawled. "Better be fuckin'-"

"Get a hold of your missus, Liam!" He barked as he held her back. "Fuckin' off her tits, her."

"So's yours." Liam replied just as slurred as before. "Fuckin' Vir-gin Ma-ry-"

"You fuckin' prick!" Noel screamed as he jumped forward knocking Liam to the floor.

"Oh my God! Noel!" I cried as everyone around me started screaming and shouting and crowding in to get a good view.

I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders. "C'mon, Adds!" Paul said as he pulled me backwards out of the way. "Let Bonehead and them sort this out."

He took me upstairs with Emma following right behind us as the sounds of punching, shouting, and cussing continued down below. I didn't turn around to watch. I just kept going until we were inside Emma's room.

"It'll be alright." Emma assured me.

My crying stopped after a few minutes. Maybe I was too pissed off or worn out to care.

We all sat on the floor quietly. Emma grabbed Monopoly out of her closet and we set it up to play.

"How d'you play this?" Paul asked as he watched us set up the board.

"It's pretty simple." Emma replied. "You go around the board and buy property."

"Right."

We got to playing it and I felt better. We put the stereo on, letting the first Stone Roses' album play from its beginning.

When it got to a certain track, things downstairs had quieted down with Noel telling everyone to get the fuck out. I smiled at the well-deserved sound of defeat in his voice, but also because the song was quite catchy.

I joined in singing along with Ian Brown, and Paul and Emma followed suit after a couple lines in.

Her hair

Soft drifted snow

Death white

I'd like to know

Why she hates

All that she does

But she gives

It all that she's got

Until the sky turns green

The grass is several shades of blue

Every member of parliament trips on glue

Until the sky turns green

And the grass is several shades of blue

Every member of parliament trips on glue

T takes all these things and all that time

Till my sugar spun sister's happy

With this love of mine

It'll take all these things and oh much more

We continued with our game and then heard someone else continue the song from right outside the door.

I felt a smile spread across my face.

It was kind of impossible to prevent that while listening to this song no matter how pissed I was.

My hands are stuck

To my jeans

And she knows she knows

What this must mean

She wakes up with the sun

She asked me what is all the fuss

As she gave me more than she thought she could

She wakes up with the sun

I think what have I done

As I gave her more than I thought I would, ohhh

At takes all these things and all that time

Till my sugar spun sister's happy

With this love of mine

Yeah yeah yeah

The candy floss girl

The sticky fingered boy

Oh that sister of mine

Yeah

The song ended with Emma, Paul, and I chuckling as we adjusted our money and property.

And then there was a knock on the door.