#harry and annaliese

[harryforvogue]

a short little non-smutty post wedding blurb for a couple that i refuse to torture this fourth of july?

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Harry sighs in relief as he falls onto the bed, staring upside down at Annaliese who’s silently taking her earrings off. She makes a noise at the back of her throat and rubs her earlobes, setting the earrings onto the bedside where they make such a heavy noise, a frown pulls onto Harry’s face. He turns over and crawls halfway to her. 

“Your poor ears,” Harry says.

“They’re lovely earrings, though. I’m happy your mother trusted me with them.” Harry sits up just as Annaliese turns her back to him. “Could you, please?”

Harry’s fingers gently undo the clasp of her locket, letting it fall into her awaiting hands. Before she turns back, he brings his lips down, pressing them to her bare shoulder. Annaliese shivers, leaning back into him.

It’s nice to sit in the silence for some time. Their wedding was loud and near overwhelming by the end. When Harry signaled it was time to leave for the hotel, she all but ran over to his side. 

Harry takes a soft breath. “Was this day how you thought it would be?” His fingers follow the round shell of her ear. “When you thought about your wedding as a child?”

Annaliese leans back into him more until he’s resting against the headboard, his arms around her. His hands rest on her hips, and in the soft candlelight, she can see the gleam of his silver wedding band. She pulls her own hands forward and wiggles her fingers, her wedding ring catching in the light.

“No,” she admits softly, “this was much better.”

“How did you want it?”

His voice is a soft rumble behind her. She drops her head back against his shoulder. “I always wanted a big wedding. But I think I always knew that was wishful thinking unless my husband had a large family. In France, there’s not many of us. Though I cannot say I never imagined my own parents not being here.”

Harry kisses the top of her head. “We’re going to see them soon.”

“Yes. They’ll love you.”

“I hope so.”

“It’s impossible not to.”

“Did you assume you’d be marrying a Frenchman?”

“Not really. I just didn't think I’d be marrying an Englishman with such horrendous French.”

Harry only smiles. “And did the size of our wedding bother you?”

“Not at all. I rather preferred it this way. And what about you? How was this day for you in comparison?”

His arms tighten around her, thumbs brushing against the corset of her dress. “It was perfect, my love. I’d live this day over and over if I could.”

They sit in silence again, Annaliese very aware of Harry’s lingering hands. At some point, he turns his head and starts kissing her cheek, and then her jaw, and then her neck. Her eyes flutter shut, tilting her chin back so that his soft pecks can evolve into passionate, warm kisses. Her hands find his, gripping his fingers tightly.

“Harry,” Annaliese whispers, opening her eyes. She stares up at the hotel ceiling, a fire so desperate in her lower stomach, she cannot ignore it any longer. “Help me out of this dress, please.”

He hums, detaching himself from her neck. When she glances back at him, she’s delighted to see the fire in his eyes, curly hair falling in beautiful elegant waves against his forehead, a smile so tempting on his lips, it’s near impossible not to throw herself at him. Perhaps he sees the look on her own face because the smile turns into a devilishly handsome grin, and he murmurs, touching her bottom lip fondly, “Don’t look at me like that, ma femme.”

Warmth blooms inside Annaliese’s chest at the words. Shakily, she turns around and lets him work on the buttons of her wedding dress, though she’s quite sure that with every exposure of her skin, his hands falter. She smiles, biting down on her lips to avoid making it obvious how much she adores this part.

“Is that okay?” Harry murmurs against her hair, as if they haven’t done this numerous times before.

“Yes, of course,” Annaliese says, laughter leaking into her voice despite her efforts.

“Are you laughing at me?” He drags the neckline of the dress down until it’s sitting at the top of her breasts. Annaliese moves her hands away and lets the white fabric drop to her waist, pulling her arms out of the sleeves. “You’re meant to be a blushing virgin bride, you know that?”

“I haven’t been a virgin in some time thanks to you, and when have I ever been known to blush?”

Harry’s lips touch her shoulders again, pulling her up against his chest. She turns her head and looks at him with thinned lips, eyebrows arched in a challenge. 

“Clearly I’m not doing my duties as your lover if I’m not making you blush. Though I’d argue,” Harry whispers, touching her chin, “that I do make you flustered with my actions at least.” His eyes dip down to her lips. “Especially with what my mouth does, rather than what it says.”

Her breath hitches in her throat, eyes moving over his face. He cups her cheek and softly kisses her. 

“And as your husband,” Harry whispers, eliciting a soft whimper from Annaliese, “I should be doing more than that, hm?”

Her fingers grip his no longer crisp shirt by the collars, turning herself over. With a gentle push, Harry falls onto his outstretched palms, legs spread out, but he quickly adjusts with an arm around her waist to hoist her into his lap. “Come here, wife,” he demands, gravel-voiced. She straddles him on her knees, pushing the remainder of the dress off until it lays in a heap by Harry’s head. In her shift, she can feel the warmth of Harry’s large hands much better as they slide up and down her sides. He grips her thighs and yanks her forward. 

“I love you,” Annaliese whispers, balancing her arms on his firm shoulders. His eyes are bright as they stare up at her, hair mussed. “You’re stuck with me now, Styles.”

“An honorable fate, Favreau.” He lifts himself up and kisses her again and again. “Now, as your husband, I do believe I have some marital duties to uphold.”

Annaliese seats herself on his thighs.

“And as my vows state,” he continues, pulling on the thin strap of her shift, dragging it down until her front is exposed and he’s then leaning in, mouth pressed between her breasts, “I intend to keep you fed and happy for the rest of my days.”

Her fingers curl into fists. He presses himself up against her, encouraging her to rock against him.

“I love you,” Harry murmurs, glancing up at her through his lashes and fallen tendrils on his forehead. “Thank you for marrying me.”

Annaliese lets him turn them over once more so her back softly hits the mattress and he begins a slow descent down her body. Her fingers brush through his hair, giving the ends a firm tug. “Thank you for loving me.”

He chuckles, stopping between her thighs. His arms hold her down, bunching her shift up at her hips. “My love, that is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

[0miss-glinda0]

I want ya'll to take a look at my whole Lorax OC list...my friends and bf find it concerning Some of them I've had them for a long time and reused them for this universe, I might even get rid of some or use them in a other storyline, some might change name or even whole design I need to know if I'm the only person who has these many OCs for this fandom-

Lottie

Clyde

Mina

William

Varian

Ginny

Alani

Odette

Rory

Philip

Cathy

Ted

Thomas

Angela

Audrey

Norma

Mario

Darcy

Selena

Camila

Veronica

Carlos

Holly

Fumiko

Takami

Eriko

Seiko

Maggie

Marie

Fred

Carlos Jr.

Angelica J.

Luna

Jessie

Harry

Chase

Natasha

Bianca

Charlie

Cécile

Isaac

Lina T.

Rebbeca & Leslie

Beatrice T.

Sebastian

Evie (Marie’s sister)

Rini

Nancy

Candy

Ariana

Aoi

Alexis

Jess

Drake C.

Mateo C.

Diego

Adrien

Isaiah (Ice)

Angie

Abby & Sherlyn

Grace

Evelyn

Annaliese II

Catherine

Jeremy

Angelica

Daniel

Dylan (Daniel’s brother)

Pearl & Ruby & Jason

Narithea (siren)

Elin C. & Greg C. & Raven C.

Jade & Roger & Kyle

Aki & Simon & Ovior

Amanda & Kerym

Zack

Vannesa

Solviuz

Henry

Alber

Aivy

Fino

Idak

Julieta

Lou

Alterna

Mirage

Destiny

Maria

Jamie

Aria

Florian

Libby

Eri (Clyde’s sister)

May

Ruby (Red)

Liana (Green)

Araceli (Blue)

Blossom (Orange)

Heather (Purple)

Jennah (White)

[444namesplus]

Ababa Abigail Abrahan Absalon Abundio Adalberto Adan Adela Adelaida Adele Adelheid Adelia Adisoda Adolf Adolfo Adrian Adriana Adriano Adrien Afrika Agapito Agnes Agueda Agustina Aida Aimar Ainara Ainhoa Aitor Alain Alba Albano Albert Alberto Albin Aleiandra Aleiandro Alex Alexander Alexandra Alexandre Alexis Alfonso Alfred Alfredo Ali Alike Alikia Alina Aline Alma Almudena Almut Alodia Alois Alondra Altagrakia Aluin Alva Alvara Alvaro Alvin Amaia Amalia Amanda Amandine Amelia Amelie Amparo Ana Andre Andrea Andreas Andree Andres Angel Angela Angeles Angelika Angelikue Anibal Aniketo Anita Anna Annaliese Anne Anneliese Annelise Annemarie Annie Annikk Ansgar Antero Antoine Anton Antonia Antonieta Antonio Arakeli Arantxa Ariel Arlette Armando Armin Arnaud Arndt Arnold Aron Arthur Arturo Arvid Askension Astrid Asunkion Audrei August Augustin Aurelia Aurelie Aurelien Aurelio Aurikk Aurora Aurore Axel Azukena Baptiste Barbara Bartolome Basilio Bastian Beat Beata Beatrike Beatriz Begona Belen Beltran Benedikt Beneharo Beniamin Benita Benito Benoit Bernadette Bernard Bernardino Bernardo Bernd Berta Bertram Bertrand Bianka Blanka Blas Bodo Bonifakio Braulio Brigitte Brunilda Bruno Dagmar Dagobert Daiana Dalila Damaso Damian Damien Daniel Daniela Daniele Danielle Dante Daritza David Debora Delia Delphine Denis Denise Derkue Desamparados Diana Didier Diedrikh Diego Dieter Dieterikh Dietrikh Dilan Dionisia Dionisio Dolores Dominga Domingo Dominikue Donald Dorotea Dustin Ebba Ebbe Eddie Edgar Edgardo Edith Edmund Edmundo Eduard Eduardo Edvin Efren Egidio Eilhard Ekhedei Ekkehard Elena Elfriede Eliane Elias Elin Elina Elis Elisa Elisabeth Elise Eliseo Elke Ella Ellen Ellie Ellinor Elliot Elmar Elodie Eloi Elsa Elton Elvin Elvira Emanuel Emelda Emelie Emil Emili Emilia Emilie Emilio Emma Emmanuel Emmanuelle Emmerikh Emmi Enka Enkarnakion Enrikue Enrikueta Enzo Erhard Erik Erika Ernestina Ernesto Esperanza Estanislao Esteban Estefania Estela Estelle Ester Esther Etienne Euald Eufemia Eugenia Eugenio Eulalia Eva Evelineakhim Ezekuiel Fabian Fabiana Fabien Fabienne Fabio Fabrike Fabrikia Fabrikio Fadrikue Fakunda Fakundo Fanni Federiko Felikia Felikiana Felikiano Felikidad Felipa Felipe Felisa Felix Ferdinand Fermin Fermina Fernan Fernanda Fernando Ferrando Fidel Filip Filippa Filomena Firias Flavia Flora Florenke Florenkia Florent Floria Florian Florio Floro Francois Francoise Frank Frankine Frankis Frankisko Frankk Franko Franz Frauke Frederik Frederikk Fredrik Freia Frida Friedemann Friedrikh Fritz Froila Froilan Froilana Fulberta Fulberto Fulka Fulko

Gabriel Gabriela Gabriele Gaelle Gaetan Gara Gebhard Gema Genaro Genevieve Georg Georges Georgette Gerald Gerard Gerd Gerhardt Germaine German Germar Gernot Gershu Gert Gertrude Ghislaine Gilbert Gilberto Gilles Ginebra Gines Ginette Gisela Gisele Giselher Gonzalo Gottfried Gottlieb Gottskhalk Gotz Grakiela Gregori Gregorio Greta Grete Gretel Gretkhen Guadalupe Gui Guido Guillaume Guillermina Guillermo Gunther Gustav Gustavo Haidee Hampus Hanagua Hanna Hannah Hanne Hannelore Hans Harald Harold Harri Hedda Hedi Heidemarie Heidi Heiner Heini Heino Heinrikh Heinz Hektor Helena Helene Helga Helge Hellmuth Helmut Helmuth Henri Henriette Herbert Herman Hermann Hermine Hernando Heruig Herve Hialmar Hilda Hilde Hildegard Hilma Hipolito Holger Horst Hortensia Hubert Hugo Huguette Humberto Hunter Iago Iaime Iairo Iakinta Iakinto Iakk Iakkueline Iakkues Iakob Iakobo Iana Ianine Iann Iannikk Iasmine Iavier Iaviera Ida Iean Ieanfrancois Ieanklaude Ieanlouis Ieanluk Ieanmarie Ieanmark Ieanmikhel Ieanne Ieannine Ieanpaul Ieanpierre Iennifer Iermaine Ierome Iesenia Iessika Iesus Ignakio Iimena Ilda Ilona Imelda Inaki Ines Ingo Ingrid Inigo Inmakulada Ioakhim Ioakuin Ioakuina Ioel Ioelle Iohann Iohanna Iohannes Iohn Iokeline Iolanda Ioline Ionai Ionas Ionathan Iorg Iorge Iorgelina Iose Iosef Iosefa Iosefina Ioseph Iosette Iost Iosue Irene Ireneo Iris Irma Isa Isaak Isabel Isabella Isabelle Isak Isidoro Isidro Ismael Itahisa Iuan Iuana Iuanfran Iuanka Iuano Iulia Iulian Iuliana Iulie Iulien Iulieta Iuliette Iulio Iuni Iupp Iurgen Iustin Iustine Iusto Iutta Ivan Ivar Ives Ivette Ivetteaaron Ivonne Kaietano Kalixto Kamila Kamille Kandida Kandido Kanuto Karidad Karin Karina Karine Karl Karla Karlheinz Karlos Karlota Karmen Karole Karolina Karoline Karsten Kasimiro Kasper Kassandra Katalina Katherine Katia Katrin Katrina Kebehi Kedrik Kekile Kekilia Kelia Keline Kerstin Kesar Kevin Khantal Kharles Kharlie Kharlotte Khaxiraxi Khema Khloe Khrista Khristel Khristelle Khristian Khristiane Khristine Khristof Khristophe Kiril Kitlali Klaire Klara Klaude Klaudia Klaudine Klaudio Klaus Klaus-peter Klemenke Klement Klotilde Kobura Kolbi Kolette Kolin Kolton Konkepkion Konrad Konsolakion Konsuelo Koralie Korei Korina Korinne Kornelia Kornelio Kovadonga Kristina Kristobal Kruz Kuentin Kurt Ladislao Ladislaus Laetitia Lars Laura Laure Laurenke Laurent Lea Leah Leandro Leia Leire Lena Leo Leon Leonardo Leonor Leopoldo Letikia Levin Lia Liam Liana Lidia Lidie Liesl Likke Lilia Liliana Liliane Lilli Lina Linn Linnea Linus Lionel Lisa Lisbeth Liv Livia Loik Loke Lope Lorena Lorentz Lorenza Lorenzo Lothar Louella Loui Louis Louise Lourdes Lova Love Lovis Lovisa Ludovik Luduig Ludvig Luis Luisa Luk Lukas Lukia Lukiana Lukiano Lukie Lukien Lukienne Luna Lutold Lutz Luz Madeleine Magali Magdalena Maia Maiken Maite Makarena Malte Malvina Manon Manuel Manuela Margarete Margarita Marguerite Maria Mariana Marianne Mariano Maribel Marie Mariekhristine Marieklaude Marietherese Marina Marine Mario Marion Marius Mark Markel Markela Markelina Markelino Markelle Markelo Markial Markos Markus Marlene Marta Martin Martina Martine Mateo Mathieu Mathilde Matias Matilda Matilde Matteo Matthias Matthieu Maurike Max Maxime Maximilian Maximo Meagens Medard Meia Meinrad Melanie Melissa Melker Melvin Merkedes Mi Miguel Miguela Mikaela Mikhael Mikhaela Mikhel Mikhele Mikheline Mikhelle Mikkael Milagros Milo Milton Minna Mio Mira Miranda Mireia Mireille Mirella Miriam Mirko Moa Modesta Modesto Mohamed Moises Molli Mona Monika Monikue Montserrat Morgane Moritz Muriel Murillo

Nadia Nadine Nanne Narkisa Narkiso Natalia Natalie Natalio Natan Nathalie Natividad Nellie Neo Nerea Nieves Nikola Nikolas Nikolau Nikolaus Nikole Nilda Nils Nina Nivaldo Noah Noel Noelia Noemi Noemie Nora Nova Novalie Nuria Odette Odile Ofelia Okeane Olaf Olga Oliver Olivia Olivier Olle Ordono Oriol Ortrud Oskar Osualdo Othmar Otto Ottomar Pablito Pablo Pakui Paskal Paskale Paskual Paskuala Patrike Patrikia Patrikio Patrikk Paul Paula Paulette Paulina Pauline Paulito Paz Pedro Pelaio Peter Philip Philipp Philippa Philippe Piedad Pierre Pierrette Pilar Pio Purifikakion Rafael Rafaela Raimond Raimonde Raimunda Raimundo Rainer Rakhel Rakuel Ralph Ramira Ramiro Ramon Ramona Randall Raphael Rasmus Raul Rebeka Regine Regis Reinhard Reinhold Remedios Remi Renato Rene Renee Rikarda Rikardo Rikhard Rikhenza Robert Roberta Roberto Robin Rodolfa Rodolfo Rodrigo Rogelio Roger Rokio Roland Rolf Romain Roman Ronald Ronia Rosa Rosalia Rosario Rosina Roxana Ruben Rudolph Rui Rut Ruth Sabine Sabrina Saga Salli Salomon Salvador Sam Samuel Sander Sandra Sandrine Sankho Santi Santiago Sara Sarah Saul Sebastian Sebastien Segundo Selena Selma Serafina Serge Sergio Severin Severine Sheril Siegfried Sigge Sigismund Sigmund Signe Sigrid Silvain Silvester Silvia Silvie Silvio Simon Simone Siri Sixten Sofia Solange Soledad Sonia Sophie Soraia Stefania Stella Stephane Stephanie Stephen Stina Susana Susanne Suzanne Svante Svea Sven Svenia Tadeo Tage Tamara Tania Teodora Teodoro Teofilo Teresa Thea Theo Theodor Therese Thiare Thierri Thomas Tiare Tilda Tilde Timo Timoteo Tina Tindra Tira Tito Tobias Tom Tomas Tomasa Triana Trinidad Trista Tristan Tuva Ualter Udo Uenzel Uerner Uernher Uiebke Uilhelm Uilhelmina Uilliam Uilma Uilmer Uiltrud Uinfried Ulises Ulrika Ulrike Ulrikh Unai Uolf Uolfgang Ursula Ute Utto Uue Valentin Valentina Valerie Valter Vane Vanesa Vanessa Vera Veronika Veronikue Vidar Viggo Vikenta Vikente Viktor Viktoria Vilgot Ville Vinkent Viola Violeta Virginia Virginie Vito Vollrath Xavier Xenia Ximena Zulmaadam

[goalhofer]

2024 olympians representing non-birth nation by country part 8

Refugee Team: Farida Abaroge, athletics (Ethiopia); Omid Ahmadisafa, boxing (Iran); Yahya Al-Ghotany, taekwondo (Syria); Mohammad Alsalami, athletics (Syria); Amir Ansari, cycling (Iran); Matin Balesini, swimming (Iran); Francisco Centeno, shooting (Venezuela); Muna Dahouk, judo (Syria); Saeid Fazloula, canoeing (Iran); Tachlowini Gabriyesos, athletics (Eritrea); Yekta Galeh, weightlifting (Iran); Eyeru Gebru, cycling (Ethiopia); Amir Hassanjani, canoeing (Iran); Fernando Jorge, canoeing (Cuba); Dorian Keletela, athletics (Republic Of Congo); Adnan Khankan, judo (Syria); Dominic Lobalu, athletics (South Sudan); Perina Lokure-Nakang, athletics (South Sudan); Iman Mahdavi, wrestling (Iran); Farzad Mansouri, taekwondo (Afghanistan); Alaa Maso, swimming (Syria); Kasra Mehdipournejad, taekwondo (Iran); Jamal Mohammed, athletics (Sudan); Ramiro Mora, weightlifting (Cuba); Cindy Ngamba, boxing (Cameroon); Dina Pouryounes-Langeroudi, taekwondo (Iran); Mohammad Rashnonezhad, judo (Iran); Nigara Shaheen, judo (Afghanistan); Arab Sibghatullah, judo (Afghanistan); Luna Solomon, shooting (Eritrea); Saman Soltani, canoeing (Iran); Musa Suliman, athletics (Sudan); Manizha Talash, breakdancing (Afghanistan); Hadi Tiranvalipour, taekwondo (Iran); Jamal Valizadeh, wrestling (Iran); Dorsa Yavarivafa, badminton (Iran) & Mahboubeh Zharfi, judo (Iran) Republic Of Congo: Freddy Mayala, swimming (Democratic Republic Of Congo) Romania: Joan Chelimo-Melly, athletics (Kenya); Silvian Colodrovschi, water polo (Moldova); Lilia Cosman, gymnastics (U.S.A.); Annaliese Dragan, gymnastics (U.S.A.); Felix Duchampt, triathlon (France); Andrei Mândrilă, rowing (Moldova); Oleg Nuță, canoeing (Moldova); Rebecca-Aimee Papuc-Diaconescu, swimming (U.S.A.); Delvine Relin-Meringor, athletics (Kenya); Stella Rutto, athletics (Kenya) & Ilie Sprîncean, canoeing (Moldova) St. Kitts & Nevis: Zahlia Allers-Liburd, athletics (U.S.A.) & Naquille Harris, athletics (U.S.A.) St. Lucia: Luc Chevrier, sailing (France) & Jayhan Odlum-Smith, swimming (U.S.A.) Samoa: Kaiya Brown, swimming (New Zealand); Tuva'a Clifton, canoeing (New Zealand); Akazawa Gaku, wrestling (Japan); Lalomilo Lalomilo, rugby (New Zealand); Tom Maiava, rugby (New Zealand); Alamanda Motuga; rugby (New Zealand); Alex Rose, athletics (U.S.A.) & Johann Strickland, swimming (U.S.A.) San Marino: Myles Amine, wrestling (U.S.A.); Loris Bianchi, swimming (Italy) & Alessandra Perilli, shooting (Italy) Senegal: Yves Bourhis, canoeing (France); Ibrahim Diaw, table tennis (France) & Ndèye Diongue, fencing (France) Serbia: Vakhid Abbasov, boxing (Russia); Yvonne Anderson, basketball (U.S.A.); Tijana Bošković, volleyball (Bosnia & Herzegovina); Strahinja Bunčić (Bosnia & Herzegovina); Saša Čađo, basketball (Bosnia & Herzegovina); Sara Ćirković, boxing (Bosnia & Herzegovina); Ognjen Dobrić, basketball (Croatia); Angela Dugalić; basketball (U.S.A.); Nikola Jović, basketball (U.K.); Mikheil Kajaia, wrestling (Georgia); Aleksandr Komarov, wrestling (Russia); Lev Korneev, taekwondo (Russia); Tina Krajišnik, basketball (Bosnia & Herzegovina); Aleksandar Kukolj, judo (Czech Republic); Nemanja Majdov (Bosnia & Herzegovina); Dušan Mandić, water polo (Montenegro); Damir Mikec, shooting (Croatia); Nikolay Pimenov; Jr., rowing (Russia); Silvija Popović, volleyball (Montenegro); Ivana Raca, basketball (Cyprus); Velimir Stjepanović, swimming (U.A.E.); Georgi Tibilov, wrestling (Russia); Khetag Tsabolov, wrestling (Russia) & Nemanja Vico, water polo (Montenegro) Seychelles: Simon Bachmann, swimming (France) Singapore: Yew Loh, badminton (Malaysia) & Jian Zeng, table tennis (China) Slovakia: Tajmuraz Salkazanov, wrestling (Russia) & Yang Wang, table tennis (China) Slovenia: Eugenia Bujak, cycling (Lithuania); Elizabeth Omoregie, handball (Greece) & Ekaterina Vedeneeva, gymnastics (Russia) South Africa: Francois Prinsloo, athletics (Kenya) South Korea: Mi-Mi Huh, judo (Japan); Ji-Hee Jeon, table tennis (China); Ji-Su Kim, judo (Japan) & Eun-Hye Lee, table tennis (China)

[ratzeebatz]

Doujinshi Research...

So, if you're like me, you grew up reading fanworks. Obviously, the curiosity extended into fan-made Manga. Anyhow, for a while now I've found myself looking online for certain artists, just people I recall following once and never being able to find again. For one, there's the "Pál utcai fiúk" Fandom that at least one of you knows I watch from a distance, and their artists. On the other, Nipye, who made a lot of Harry Potter fan art before disappearing. Lots of Maurders art!

I remembered a DJ I read forever ago by ろんるーぱーる (Ronru Pearl) and I've been digging around for information with my limited amount of knowledge of the Japanese alphabet... no luck, of course. But I thought I'd collect some things here in case anyone has a clue.

Well, there's the Fanlore page about the DJ I was talking about....

DJ: がんばれかえるちょこ!

The DJ itself is available to read as well, but I'll share some pages. Fanlore led me to a college anime club, which-? Very interesting actually!

Thank you, Annaliese.

It is very cute, all things considered. I remember reading it years ago, but whatever link I used back then no longer works. I saved these though.

But, oh- hello? A website. The actual url on the pages doesn't seem to be active (as of the time of me checking ...) but the LiveJournal page seems to be working!

Of course, it seems that the group has been inactive since 2008 at the very least.

It's not particularly important, I suppose. But it's a sort of curiosity I've had for a while. Maybe I'm just terrible at searching (I am) but I can't seem to find anything much about the author. I found a few Banana Fish DJ by them, and some other works that I can't confirm are made by them. Anyhow, I guess I was just curious as to who ろんるーぱーる was....

[newyorkrry]

HUGE day for the me community

[mindofharry]

ALPHA H FINDING OUT THAT YN IS HIS MATE 😏😏

Y/N and her family were apart of the pack visiting the neighbouring pack. Only a few families were chosen to go, so Y/N and her sister were so excited to finally cross the bridge and see what this packs land is like.

“Do you think I’ll find my mate?” Annaliese, Y/N’s sister asked as they walked hand in hand.

“I bet you he’s the alpha,” Y/N teased and Annaliese hit her.

“You’ve jinxed it now!”

All the families could now see the pack army on the other side of the bridge and couldn’t contain their excitement.

Harry, the alpha of his pack, sniffed and then almost whimpered at the smell.

“Mine,”

KSHSJSNS

[anonymouslyonedirection]

✿ + Hanna (Anna and Harry) and then also ✿ + Houis (Hannah and Louis) my two faves!

Anna + Harry

who is more excited for halloween?

harry! harry absolutely loves the autumn and absolutely loves decorating the house with candles and halloween lights and putting cute props outside in the yard. his all time favorite part is giving candies out to the kids on halloween night.

who gives the best gifts?

they both do. they know each other inside and out and love giving each other sentimental and meaningful gifts. very thought out on both of their behalves. they love seeing the other’s face when they open a gift and it’s something they’ve needed/wanted for a while.

who sings along to the radio the loudest?

they always try to one up the other. if anna is singing loudly, harry always tries to sing louder than her. by the time they arrive at their destination, they’re both basically screaming and laughing their heads off.

who actually finishes a book they’ve started?

anna. harry has such a short attention span that he tries to finish a book in just one day, and if he can’t, it’s usually put down and never touched again. anna can actually commit to one book and finishing it in whole before ever touching another.

who falls asleep during a movie?

harry. he can fall asleep nearly anywhere, being comfy on a couch under a blanket wrapped up with anna, he’ll definitely be asleep before the second scene even begins.

who plans a surprise getaway vacation?

harry. he always feels that anna deserves a break and a vacation, so he’d be the one to find a travel agent, book everything, have a very organized plan of what they’re going to do and even go as far as too blindfold anna on the way to the airport so she has no idea where they’re even flying too. he just loves surprising her.

who comes home with useless decorative knick knacks for the house every single day?

anna. their bedside tables and dressers are covered in little knick knacks that anna always brings home from little shoppes she goes to during the day. harry complains sometimes but deep down he absolutely loves it and would be very upset if she stopped coming home with new items daily.

who takes more pictures?

harry. he always has his camera with him and he absolutely loves photographing moments. his main muse for photos is anna, but he also loves photographing nature and other dancers.

who likes baths? who likes showers?

harry loves both, anna prefers baths. they both take showers normally, but if they have the time, they’d both prefer a bath to relax with one another.

who keeps a weekly planner?

anna. harry is too disorganized for a planner. anna is always keeping track of their lesson times and other various plans they’ve made.

who actually watches the discovery channel?

harry. he loves learning new things to bring up in conversation and seem cool.

who brings up having kids first?

they both thnk about it for a while before either of them ever say anything. it’d probably come up when they’re watching a movie and there is an adorable child in the film. they’d both look at each other and say, at the same time, “i want a baby!”

who fixes things around the house when they break?

depends on who broke the item. they’re both quite clumsy so they break things pretty often; so they have a deal where whoever breaks it has to fix it.

who leaves their dirty towels on the floor?

neither. they’re both very. very clean people. sometimes harry does, but he’ll always go back and pick it up before he leaves the house.

who makes the coffee in the morning?

anna. harry is a heavy morning sleeper and he tends to sleep in later than anna and she loves waking up and making them both breakfast and coffee, or tea, every morning.

who gets jealous over very petty things?

anna. harry isn’t a jealous person when it comes to little petty things, but anna is. she’s very territorial. harry would get a little jealous obviously if he sees another man talking to her, but he also knows that she’s his and he’d never lose her to somebody else, so he can rationalize his jealousy.

who exercises more?

they both are very fit and in shape because they’re both dancers and they need to be in great shape to be such amazing dancers.

who starts listening to christmas music in october?

neither. they both enjoy halloween, thanksgiving and christmas all individually and they like to celebrate each holiday separately. 

who actually reads the newspaper?

probably harry... but just for the comics, lets be honest here.

[harryforvogue]

or the one where annaliese is sick and harry has never hated himself more <3

read wtss in full here

read more wtss content here

***

Every morning, without fail, Harry gets up to make his wife breakfast and lunch before she leaves for work.

Lunch is the easy part – usually leftovers from the night before with a fresh salad and dressing, drink, and snack. She really enjoys having something sweet after a large meal, and she often falls victim to taking a nap after lunch, so to keep her awake, he packs a bar of dark chocolate into her lunch bag. 

Breakfast is trickier because sometimes she doesn’t wake with an appetite. Still, he’ll put out something small on the table. A single slice of toast with butter and coffee, or even just yogurt with his homemade granola. Something that will keep her fed until lunch. It was a part of his vow of course. Keeping her fed and happy. He can’t do the latter but he can certainly put all his effort into the first.

Once her bag is zipped up, and her yogurt is left on the dining table, he grabs an apple for himself and then returns to his room. She’ll be getting up in ten minutes. She gets ready quickly too thanks to her hair, outfit, and skin preparations from the night before, so he never has to worry about her coffee getting cold. It’s an unspoken routine.

Harry sits on his bed, knees drawn to his chest, waiting for her door to open so that he can go back to sleep.

Ten minutes pass. The door doesn’t open. He doesn’t hear the soft pad of her sleepy steps making their way to the bathroom down the hall. He gives her an additional five minutes. Perhaps she wants to sleep in. But then five minutes become ten and then fifteen, and then Harry worries she’ll be late for work.

He’s torn between waking her and leaving her alone when he hears a wet cough from the other side of the wall. His heart drops.

Harry quietly opens his door and walks to her room. Her door is closed, but when he presses his ear against it, he can hear her coughs, followed by a whimper of distress. Alarm bells ring through his head, his hand shooting out to grab the door handle without thinking. He stops himself just as he begins turning it open, his other hand balled into a fist in frustration at himself. 

At least Annaliese knows she’s too ill to go to work. Harry moves away from the door slowly and goes back to the kitchen, putting all the food he’s prepared for her in the fridge. He rolls up his sleeves, taking out several vegetables, stock, and a cutting board. He gets to work without thinking.

The sounds of Annaliese coughing travels through the house, hitting him square in the chest.

Had he missed something important? A pale flush of her cheeks that he mistook for the effects of the cold draft that swept her into the house? Several sneezes that he brushed off as allergies? A red nose that he blamed on the wintery February? Fatigue that he assumed was from the long day on her feet?

He feels terrible.

He should have known.

Harry cooks the stock on high flames, adding a tiny tinge of spice as she enjoys it. While that continues, he kneads dough and sets it aside for dinner later. He’ll make her a fresh, herbed loaf. Run the store to get that sweet cream butter she likes so much.

Once the food is done, he puts all the dishes on the tray, and carefully makes his way back to the rooms. He knocks on Annaliese’s door once before allowing himself in.

He rarely comes into this room anymore, so the memories of the shared space hit him hard. He keeps a neutral face, but his eyes dart around, seeing the things exactly that way he left them. Lamps in the same spots, the same curtains, the same number of pillows on the bed. His side of the bed, in fact, is messy, as if Annaliese often travels to that side during her sleep. The image of her reaching for him in the middle of the night makes him falter in his step, an odd pain near his ribs.

To his surprise, his wife is sitting up in bed, her wild curls in her face, one shoulder bare from the neckline sliding down too far as if she unbuttoned the top of her pajama set due to discomfort. She raises her head to look at him, but it’s so hard to as if her head is heavy. 

“Could you call the school?” she whispers, a quiver to her voice.

Harry nods and goes to put the food on the side table. At the sight of what’s on the table, though, his breath hitches.

A framed photograph rests in the center of the wood, an outtake that wasn’t put in with the rest of the photo album. It’s from their wedding: Harry feeding Annaliese a bit of cake, the two of them unwinding during their reception with Harry’s tie already undone and Annaliese’s veil abandoned somewhere in the hall. He recalls the moment violently, remembering how she looked at him from under her lashes, a wild glimpse of excitement at the promise of their new life together. It’s the first time he called her his wife. He kissed her messy mouth afterwards. 

Harry puts the tray down with trembling fingers.

She looks at the food curiously but doesn’t say anything more.

He hands her a large cup of water first, which she enthusiastically drinks. Then, he fixes the sheets around her thighs and places the tray beside her.

“Want this?” he asks, holding up a packet of saltines.

“Mhm.” 

He rips open the plastic and crushes the crackers into her soup. She holds her hands out for the bowl, shuddering delicately when the warmth hits her. "Thank you."

Annaliese tilts her head back and sighs deeply. Her fingers curl around the spoon, stirring the soup weakly. Her hair is still in her face, and she makes no move to give herself between visual access.

Harry hesitates, but then sits on the bed beside her legs, reaching out. She shudders when his cold fingertips touch the sides of her face – though it’s just barely. He unravels the curls, separating them from her clips, and then uses two of the largest ones to pin her hair back. Annaliese’s eyes flutter shut, and through the warm morning light, he sees her fever flushed waxy skin and parted lips. He somehow resists the urge to hold her face.

“Thank you,” she murmurs again, keeping her eyes closed. 

Harry doesn’t know what to say. So he stands, brings her medicine from the bathroom, and then goes to the kitchen to give her school a call. He introduces himself as Annaliese’s husband, details how she’s in no circumstance to get to work for today, and takes a wild guess to say she has lesson plans in her classroom. The administration must like her very much because the woman he talks to sounds sad to hear his wife isn't not doing well. It makes Harry feel better though, knowing that she’s well taken care of outside this odd routine they have.

He returns to her room, prepared to ask her if she needs anything more. 

She’s halfway done with her soup, and the overwhelming warmth has caused her hairline to go all damp. He enters the door with a hand towel, rolling it up. When she looks up at him with her tired eyes, he’s unsure if he should be the one mopping that sweat, or if she’ll even let him.

“Did they ask what time I’ll come in?” she asks instead, voice low as if she won't be able to get it any louder.

Harry’s brows furrow together. “You’re taking the day off.”

As stubborn as always, Annaliese says, “I don’t need the entire day off. Just the morning. My students have a written exam after lunchtime.”

“You are in no health to go to work today.”

Annaliese looks sad. She takes another weak spoonful of her soup. 

Harry suddenly feels the urge to explain himself. “I would have made something more if I had the time,” he says, wringing the towel between his hands. “But that’s all the stock we have. We didn’t have any carrots or eggs or I would have added them in. Maybe the celery isn’t cooked all the way through either.”

His wife shakes her head, and then winces. “It’s good.”

“Is it spicy enough?”

“Yes.”

“And the pepper?”

“It’s good.”

“The salt?”

“Harry,” Annaliese whispers. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

He stops, though he has several more things to say. 

Annaliese looks up at him after a moment. “Will you sit?”

He does, towel still in hand. She looks at it, and then goes back to her soup until it’s finished, and she’s setting it aside. Annaliese has more water, and then she reaches for her medicine.

Harry beats her to it. He unscrews the top, pours a healthy bit into the tablespoon and then carries it over to her mouth. The dread is in her eyes, and she makes a face as she swallows it. Harry doesn’t realize he has a ghostly smile on his face until he’s putting the spoon down, watching her take several more gulps of water.

“I hate that taste more than anything,” Annaliese says.

“I know,” Harry answers softly, because he does.

Her jaw tenses, eyes glazed over with an expression Harry doesn’t have the capability to fully understand, and she slides down against the mattress, her head against the pillow. With her knees drawn up, they touch Harry’s thighs, and the briefest contact makes him yearn to feel the real touch of his wife. She closes her eyes, hands under her chin.

Her skin is still pale, her lower lip trembling with fever, and every part of him hurts knowing he can’t lay in bed with her and nurse her back to health. The reminder of his vows again deliver a swift punch to his gut, and emotion makes his throat close. The love he feels for her is binding, suffocating, and the pull to give in is so urgent, it’s a wonder that he keeps himself upright instead of draping his body over hers.

Annaliese doesn’t ask him to do anything more either.

So he takes a deep breath, rolls up the towel a bit better and then carefully lays it against her hairline. She shifts to let him adjust it better, lets him pull the covers over her bare shoulder to shield her from the cold and also to get the idea of kissing her burning skin out of his head.

It goes without saying, but he says it anyway. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Annaliese nods once, eyes still shut.

He wonders if she’s upset with him. The thought of disappointing her makes him want to double over with anger at himself.

He's entirely pathetic. How dare he think he can keep his wife satisfied.

As he’s exiting her room, he passes by the dresser. On it, more framed photos sit. Some from their wedding, some of their families. The picture that rests on her side table once sat with the rest on her dresser. He wonders when she brought that one closer to her. If she looks at it every night before she goes to sleep, every morning when she wakes. If she holds it under her pillow or her cheek to have him right beside her. If she stains the glass with her tears.

Harry turns his head to look at Annaliese once more. She’s asleep, and though she’s fed and being brought back to good health, Harry has never felt more of a failure in his life.

He shuts the door behind him when he leaves, puts the dishes in the sink, and then goes to his room wishing Annaliese would rip the bandaid off and find someone better for herself.

[fleursocs]

all original characters / gifsets / moodboards created by me.

credit to original owners of base gifs used in my gifsets.

adryana of erlenwald - the witcher

anastasia evans - criminal minds

andrea davenport - once upon a time

annaliese richmond - lucifer

brealla merser - game of thrones

delilah tilcott - bridgerton

emilia o'cahill - ncis

eileen crowle - the vampire diaries

freya ivanovna - marvel

genevieve lafitte - supernatural

leanna sadlyn - game of thrones

lucille blackburn - bridgerton

raven st. rose - supernatural

salem campbell - shadowhunters

sylvia tudor - harry potter

vanessa forrest - marvel

genevieve lafitte and sam winchester

adryana of erlenwald

anastasia evans

andrea davenport

annaliese richmond

brealla merser

delilah tilcott

emilia o'cahill

eileen crowle

freya ivanovna

genevieve lafitte

lucille blackburn

leanna sadlyn

raven st. rose

salem campbell

sylvia tudor

vanessa forrest

january

eileen crowle - 8th

february

annaliese richmond - 18th

march

delilah tilcott - 19th

april

vanessa forrest - 2nd

adryana of erlenwald - 3rd

may

sylvia tudor - 9th

june

genevieve lafitte - 5th

july

salem campbell - 8th

august

anastasia evans - 27th

september

october

emilia o'cahill - 17th

andrea davenport - 23rd

lucille blackburn - 31st

november

raven st. rose - 20th

freya ivanovna - 29th

december

brealla merser - 7th

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

bestie that enemies to lovers snippet was the first thing i saw this morning and i’m trying to get on with my day but i am HAUNTED by it help

I’m happy it haunts you Annaliese 😌 there is just something so s*xy about Harry being an asshole

[carrotmakar]

hi it won’t let me send this in an ask so here’s my valentine for @bodejacketharry and user bodejacket harry only

annaliese!!!! happy valentines day!!!! you're literally so sweet and you make great quizzes and i absolutely love bullying andrea about her sleep schedule with you jlkfdsa also i absolutely adore seeing you on my dash!!! also!!! you have TASTE!!! knee tattoo superiority!!!! anywho, love you, happy valentines day!!!

[newyorkrry]

feeling: perceived

[harry-stylesarchives]

hello!! do you know the one where harry just married a girl called annaliese (i guess?) and they moved to the us trying to have a good live together but they are pretty poor and everything?

That’s also by @harryforvogue 💛

[tasksweekly]

[TASK 181: BARBADOS]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 300+ Barbadian faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

F:

Blythe Danner (1943) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English - actress.

Adrienne Banfield-Jones (1953) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - tv personality.

Alison Sealy-Smith (1959) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Dee C Lee / Diane Catherine Sealy (1961) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Judith Christie McAllister (1963) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer-songwriter and pianist.

Annie Ruddock / Anne-Marie Ruddock (1963) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Sommore / Lori Ann Rambough (1966) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian, Afro-Vincentian - comedian and actress. 

Des’ree / Desiree Annette Weeks (1968) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Guyanese - singer-songwriter.

Mari Morrow (1968) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - actress and model.

Rachael Crawford (1969) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Nia Long (1970) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian, African-American - actress.

Tamara Taylor (1970) Afro-Barbadian, African-Canadian / Scottish - actress and model.

Alison Hinds (1970) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Jada Pinkett Smith (1971) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / African-American - actress, singer-songwriter, comedian, and businesswoman.

Tweet / Charlene Keys (1971) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Fatima Faloye (1972) Afro-Barbadian / Yoruba Nigerian - actress.

Shaznay Lewis (1975) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - actress and singer-songwriter. 

Melyssa Ford (1976) Afro-Barbadian / Norwegian, Russian - actress and model.

Katherine Moennig (1977) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Scottish - actress.

Nadia Nascimento (1978) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

La’Myia Good (1979) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Puerto Rican / African-American, Cherokee, Jewish - actress and singer.

Ms. Dynamite / Niomi McLean-Daley (1981) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Grenadian / Irish, Scottish, English, German - singer-songwriter, rapper, and producer.

Meagan Good (1981) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Puerto Rican / African-American, Cherokee, Jewish - actress and director.

Jodie Connor (1981) Barbadian [Afro-Barbadian, Unspecified White] - singer, dancer, and lyricist.

Makyla Smith (1982) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Kelli Young (1982) Afro-Barbadian / English - singer.

Shystie / Chanel Cali (1983) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - actress and rapper-songwriter.

Leah Marville (1985) Afro-Barbadian - actress, model, tv host, and Miss Caribbean 2009.

Shontelle / Shontelle Layne (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.

Annaliese Dayes (1986) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Saint Lucian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Vincentian / Afro-Jamaican - model, television personality, and presenter.

Zaraah Abrahams (1987) Afro-Barbadian, Iraqi / Afro-Jamaican - actress.

Simonne Jones (1987) Afro-Barbadian, Cherokee - singer-songwriter and producer.

Karla Crome (1988) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Livvi Franc / Olivia Charlotte Waithe (1988) Afro-Barbadian / English - singer.

Nikita Gibson / Nikhita Maheshwaram (1989) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (nikita___g).

Jasmine Richards (1990) Afro-Barbadian - actress and singer.

Crystal B (1990) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (keepinupwitcrystal).

Jasmine Tookes (1991) African-American, Afro-Barbadian, Brazilian, Irish, English - model.

Amanda Reifer (1992) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Ash Forde (1992) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Guyanese - instagrammer (itsashforde).

Vita Chambers (1993) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.

Nilüfer Yanya (1994 or 1995) Afro-Barbadian, Irish / Turkish - singer-songwriter, guitarist, keyboardist, and composer.

Malissa Alanna 1995) Barbadian / British - singer.

Hazel Amari (1997) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (hazelamari).

Challan Trishann (1998) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (challxn).

Syrus-Antonio Henry (1999) Afro-Barbadian - tiktoker (syrushenry).

Willow Smith (2000) 1/8 Afro-Barbadian, 1/8 Afro-Jamaican, 3/4 African-American - singer, actress and dancer. 

Jade Alleyne (2001) Afro-Barbadian / Scottish - actress.

Lisa Codrington (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress and playwright.

April Gooding (?) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actress and comedian.

Lene Hall / Sherrylene Hall (?) Afro-Barbadian - model.

Ginny Holder (?) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Guyanese - actress.

Melanie Nicholls-King (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Leonie Haynes-Moses (?) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / Afro-Grenadian - actress. 

Dystin Johnson (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Shanel Marie (?) Afro-Barbadian - model and Miss Universe Barbados.

Angie Greaves (?) Afro-Barbadian - radio presenter.

F - Athletes:

Carlota Gooden (1936) Panamanian [Afro-Barbadian] - sprinter.

Marita Payne (1960) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Jennifer Stoute (1965) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Andrea Blackett (1976) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.

Alana Shipp (1982) Barbadian [Afro-Guyanese] - bodybuilder.

Tamisha Williams (1982) Afro-Barbadian - badminton player. 

Ebony Rainford-Brent (1983) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Jade Bailey (1983) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter. 

Nikkita Holder (1987) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.

Carlie Pipe (1987) Barbadian - long-distance runner. 

Shakera Selman (1989) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Kierre Beckles (1990) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.

Crystal Emmanuel (1991) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Deandra Dottin (1991) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Sade Sealy (1992) Afro-Barbadian - middle-distance runner. 

Kyshona Knight (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Kycia Knight (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Shamilia Connell (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Lani Cabrera (1993) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer. 

Sonia Gaskin (1994) Afro-Barbadian - middle-distance runner. 

Tia-Adana Belle (1996) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.

Shaquana Quintyne (1996) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Sada Williams (1997) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Hayley Matthews (1998) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

M:

Oliver Jones (1934) Afro-Barbadian - pianist, composer, and arranger.

Earl Maynard (1935) Afro-Barbadian - actor, bodybuilder and professional wrestler. 

Kenny Lynch (1938) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican, British - actor, singer-songwriter, and entertainer.

Roy Callender (1940) Afro-Barbadian - actor, bodybuilder, and wrestler.

Labi Siffre / Claudius Afolabi Siffre (1945) Afro-Barbadian, Belgian / Yoruba Nigerian - singer-songwriter, guitarist, keyboardist, poet, and writer.

Grynner / MacDonald Blenman (1946) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Trevor W. Payne (1948) Afro-Barbadian - singer and composer.

Mighty Gabby / Anthony Carter (1948) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

George Harris (1949) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian - actor.

Dan Aykroyd (1952) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, French, English, Dutch - actor, musician, comedian, and filmmaker.

Dennis Bovell (1953) Afro-Barbadian - bassist, guitarist, and producer.

S. K. Thoth (1954) Afro-Barbadian / Russian Jewish - singer, violinist, dancer, and performance artist.

Anthony Kellman (1955) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter, composer, poet, and novelist.

Peter Aykroyd (1955) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, French, English, Dutch - actor, comedian, and writer.

Charles D. Lewis (1955) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Oliver Skeete (1956) Afro-Barbadian - actor, reality tv personality, and showjumper.

Anthony Johnson (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer.

Kenny Robinson (1957) Afro-Barbadian - actor, comedian, and DJ.

Ainsley Harriott (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - actor, tv presenter, celebrity chef, and entertainer.

Grandmaster Flash / Joseph Saddler (1958) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and DJ.

Daddy G / Grantley Evan Marshall (1969) Afro-Barbadian - DJ. 

Peter Parros (1960) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Trinidadian / African-American - actor and screenwriter.

Redd Pepper / Richardson Green (1961) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Michael Paul Welch (1962) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Carl Cox (1962) Afro-Barbadian - musician, DJ, radio host, and producer.

Daddae / Daddae Harvey / Phillip Harvey (1964) Afro-Barbadian - guitarist, keyboardist, and percussionist.

Clive Rowe (1964) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

David Harewood (1965) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Steve Toussaint (1965) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Arturo Tappin (1965) Afro-Barbadian - saxophonist and flutist.

Doug E. Fresh / Douglas Davis (1966) Afro-Barbadian - rapper, beatboxer, and producer.

Michael Kinney (1967) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Paul J. Medford (1967) Afro-Barbadian - actor and performer.

Rayvon / Bruce Alexander Michael Brewster (1968) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.

Shannon Leto (1970) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Mi’kmaq, Irish, Spanish, Cajun, Scottish, French, Dutch, German, English - guitarist-songwriter, keyboardist, drummer, percussionist, producer, and photographer.

Lamman Rucker (1971) Afro-Barbadian, African-American - actor.

Richard Blackwood (1972) Afro-Barbadian - actor, rapper, and presenter.

Tegan Summer (1972) Afro-Barbadian - actor, producer, lyricist, and writer.

Mark Morrison (1972) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Shaun Parkes (1973) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Akin Omotoso (1974) Afro-Barbadian / Yoruba Nigerian - actor and filmmaker.

Adrian Holmes (1974) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Laurence Westgaph (1975) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / Nigerian - model and tv presenter.

Rupee / Rupert Clarke (1975) Afro-Barbadian / German - singer-songwriter and producer.

Jake Paltrow (1975) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Polish Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish - actor, director, and screenwriter.

Demore Barnes (1976) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Big O / Omar Gooding (1976) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, and comedian.

Mr. Lif / Jeffrey Haynes (1977) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and producer.

Lewis Parker (1977) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and producer.

Ryan Leslie (1978) Afro-Barbadian, Irish / Surinamese [Chinese, Dutch, Possibly Other] - singer-songwriter, keyboardist, drummer, guitarist, bassist, trumpeter, producer, and arranger.

Soweto Kinch (1978) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican, English - saxophonist.

Danny Foster (1979) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified White - singer and television personality.

Robert Christopher Riley (1980) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - actor.

Clé Bennett (1981) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Hypasounds / Damien Etienne (1982) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Akala / Kingslee McLean Daley (1983) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Grenadian / Irish, Scottish, English, German - rapper-songwriter, poet, journalist, and activist.

Ryan Thomas (1984) Barbadian - actor.

King Shabaka / Shabaka Hutchings (1984) Afro-Barbadian - saxophonist and clarinetist.

Bryn Christopher (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.

Dwane Husbands (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Hal Linton (1986) Afro-Barbadian - singer and producer. 

Teebs / Mtendere Mandowa (1987) Afro-Barbadian / Malawian - rapper, visual artist, and producer.

Dave East / David Lawrence Brewster Jr. (1988) Afro-Barbadian, Dominican, Louisiana Creole - actor and rapper-songwriter.

Alfred Enoch (1988) Brazilian [Afro-Barbadian] / English - actor.

DJ Puffy / Andre Parris (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - DJ.

Nathan Bryon (1991) Afro-Barbadian - actor and author.

Jaicko / Jaicko Lawrence (1991) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Tory Lanez / Daystar Peterson (1992) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Curaçaon - rapper-songwriter, singer, and producer.

Lamar Johnson (1994) Afro-Barbadian - actor and dancer.

Callum Wright (1994) Barbadian - singer. 

Spencer Gooding (1994) Afro-Barbadian, African-American / Austrian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish, German Jewish, Hungarian Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Moldovan Jewish, Polish Jewish, Romanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Ukrainian Jewish - actor.

Robb Bank$ / Robb Banks / Richard O'Neil Burrell (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - rapper-songwriter and producer.

Mitchell Donnell-Ralph Hughes (1994) Afro-Barbadian - youtuber (TheBajanCanadian).

Slowthai / Tyron Kaymone Frampton (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Irish - rapper.

Daniel Caesar (1995) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Mason Gooding (1996) Afro-Barbadian, African-American / Austrian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish, German Jewish, Hungarian Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Moldovan Jewish, Polish Jewish, Romanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Ukrainian Jewish - actor.

Killy / Khalil Tatem (1997) Afro-Barbadian / Filipino - rapper-songwriter, singer, and producer.

Desiigner / Sidney Royel Selby III (1997) Afro-Barbadian, African-American - rapper-songwriter and singer.

Jaden Smith (1998) 1/8 Afro-Barbadian, 1/8 Afro-Jamaican, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, singer and model. 

Don bbw (1998) Afro-Barbadian - youtuber (Don’s Life).

Shawn Singleton (?) Afro-Barbadian - actor, musician, DJ, and producer.

Chris Jarman (?) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Harry Danner (?) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English - actor and singer.

Red Plastic Bag / Stedson Wiltshire (?) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

M - Athletes:

Albert Beckles (1930) Afro-Barbadian - bodybuilder. 

Garfield Sobers (1936) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Wes Hall (1937) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Jeffrey Alleyne (1938) Afro-Barbadian - boxer.

Glenroy Sealy (1940) Barbadian - cricketer.

Vincent Brewster (1940) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Ferguson Jenkins (1942) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - baseball player.

John Shepherd (1943) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Colin Blades (1944) Barbadian - cricketer.

Rod Carew (1945) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Panamanian - baseball player.

John Vaughan (1945) Barbadian - cricketer.

Tony Howard (1946) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Nolan Clarke (1948) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Robert Callender (1950) Barbadian - cricketer.

Joel Garner (1952) Barbadian - cricketer.

Orlando Greene (1953) Barbadian - middle-distance runner. 

Elson Seale (1955) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Cliff Marshall (1955) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Teddy Foster (1955) Barbadian - cricketer.

Wayne Daniel (1956) Barbadian - cricketer.

Desmond Haynes (1956) Barbadian - cricketer.

Elvis Forde (1959) Barbadian - sprinter. 

Tony Sealy (1959) Afro-Barbadian / Unknown - footballer.

James Waithe (1961) Afro-Barbadian - judoka. 

Gladstone Small (1961) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Alvin Howard (1962) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Sam Seale (1962) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.

Pearson Best (1963) Caymanian [Afro-Barbadian] - cricketer.

Phil Nurse (1963) Afro-Barbadian - Muay Thai kickboxer.

Roger Blades (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.

Dennis Archer (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.

Raymond Denny (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.

Nigel Benn (1964) Afro-Barbadian - boxer.

Wendell White (1964) Barbadian - cricketer.

Michael Gilkes (1965) Afro-Barbadian - footballer. 

John Regis (1966) Afro-Barbadian - footballer. 

George Codrington (1966) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Anderson Cummins (1966) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Robert Bailey (1968) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.

Nicholas Ifill (1968) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Simon Husbands (1969) Afro-Barbadian - horse racer.

Martin Blackman (1970) Afro-Barbadian - tennis player.

Slade Callaghan (1970) Barbadian - horse racer.

Don Maxwell (1971) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Stan Collymore (1971) Afro-Barbadian / English - footballer.

Fred Brathwaite (1972) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Ian Lowe (1973) Afro-Barbadian - long jumper.

Patrick Husbands (1973) Afro-Barbadian - horse racer.

Gus Hurdle (1973) Afro-Barbadian - footballer. 

Anson Carter (1974) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Dru Onyx / Soa Amin / Rodney Kellman (1974) Afro-Barbadian - wrestler.

Orlando Jordan (1974) Afro-Barbadian

Jamal Mayers (1974) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Ryan Bovell (1974) Caymanian [Afro-Barbadian] - cricketer.

Kevin Weekes (1975) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Obadele Thompson (1976) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Jonathan C. Jones (1976) Barbadian - horse racer.

Shane de Freitas (1977) Barbadian - gymnast. 

Corey Collymore (1977) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Wayne Andrews (1977) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Nicholas Neckles (1978) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.

Mark McCammon (1978) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Carl Greenidge (1978) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Marlon Harewood (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Emmerson Boyce (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Paul Ifill (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Pierre Browne (1980) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Joel Ward (1980) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Fitz Hall (1980) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Michael Carberry (1980) Afro-Barbadian / Guyanese - cricketer.

Ashley Cole (1980) Afro-Barbadian / English - footballer.

Jon Nurse (1981) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Tino Best (1981) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Ryan Moseley (1982) Barbadian - baseball player.

Dwayne Smith (1983) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Dave Simpson (1983) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Terrence Haynes (1984) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.

Josh Gibson (1984) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Andrew Hinds (1984) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter. 

Winston Justice (1984) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.

Daryl Ferguson (1985) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Louie Soares (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

James Perch (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Ashley Carew (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Martyn Forde (1985) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.

Jonathan Forte (1986) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Tom Soares (1986) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Jack Sealy (1987) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 mix of Hong Kongese, English - footballer.

Andrew Harris (1987) Afro-Barbadian - Canadian football player.

Stefan Leslie (1987) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - footballer.

Ramon Gittens (1987) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter. 

Ramon Harewood (1987) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.

Nicholas Standford (1987) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Stephen Headley (1988) Barbadian - sprinter.

Kemar Roach (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Ryan Brathwaite (1988) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler. 

Ashley Nurse (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Chris Jordan (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Freddie Freeman (1989) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Scottish, French, English - baseball player.

Damian Warner (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified White - decathlete.

Jamar Dixon (1989) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Nick Blackman (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Polish Jewish, Dutch Jewish - footballer.

Cristian Morton (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Igbo Nigerian - hurdler.

Kieran Gibbs (1989) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Andrew Lewis (1989) Trinidadian [Barbadian] - sailor.

Shane Brathwaite (1990) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler. 

Greg Douglas (1990) Afro-Barbadian - sailor.

Christian Taylor (1990) Afro-Barbadian - triple jumper.

Krystian Pearce (1990) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Greggmar Swift (1991) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler. 

Jason Holder (1991) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

La’Vere Corbin-Ong (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Malaysian, Chinese - footballer.

Nick Wiggins (1991) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - basketball player.

Keasel Broome (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified - footballer.

Aaron Brown (1992) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - sprinter.

Darian King (1992) Afro-Barbadian - tennis player.

Burkheart Ellis (1992) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Louis Moss (1992) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Tom Ince (1992) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Russell Elcock (1993) Afro-Barbadian - cyclist. 

Tyrone Mings (1993) Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Andre de Grasse (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - sprinter.

Tyler Blackett (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Hallam Hope (1994) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Jofra Archer (1995) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Andrew Wiggins (1995) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - basketball player.

Levi Cadogan (1995) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter. 

Justyn Knight (1996) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - long-distance runner.

Conor Benn (1996) Afro-Barbadian / English - boxer.

Tafari Moore (1997) Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Derek Cornelius (1997) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Mario Burke (1997) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Alex Sobers (1998) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.

Kaeson Trench (2000) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Akil Thomas (2000) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified Other - ice hockey player.

Problematic:

Michael Douglas (1944) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Belgian, French, English, Dutch / Belarusian Jewish - actor and producer. - Allegations of sexual assault.

Afrika Bambaataa (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - rapper-songwriter, keyboardist, DJ, and producer. - Multiple accusations of child sexual assault/pedophilia.

Stacey Dash (1966 or 1967) Afro-Barbadian, African-American, Mexican - actress. - Openly supportive of Donald Trump for President, openly supportive of the NRA, transphobic comments, racist comments, Islamophobic comments, and accusations of domestic abuse.

Cuba Gooding Jr. (1968) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, director, producer, and writer. - Accusations of sexual assault by 22 different women.

LL Cool J / James Todd Smith (1968) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, producer, and author. - Misogyny.

Jared Leto (1971) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Mi’kmaq, Irish, Spanish, Cajun, Scottish, French, Dutch, German, English - actor, singer-songwriter, and director. - Accusations of rape, accusations of pedophilia/preying on underage girls, accusations of sexually harassing fellow cast members of Suicide Squad, accusations of otherwise harassment towards fellow cast members of Suicide Squad, transphobic comments, appropriated Japanese Yakuza tattoos, played a Japanese character in The Outsider, and played a transgender woman (despite being a cisgender man) in Dallas Buyers Club.

Damon Dash (1971) Afro-Barbadian, African-American, Mexican - actor, director, producer, writer, and record executive. - Accusations of domestic abuse and neglecting to pay child support.

Gwyneth Paltrow (1972) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Polish Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish - actress, singer, and author. - Featured anti-vaxxer Kelly Brogan on her website, cultural appropriation, and use of the n word.

Benedict Cumberbatch (1976) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Antiguan [Unspecified White], Scottish, Welsh, Cornish, French, Swiss, Swedish, German, Dutch, English - actor. - White-washed Khan Noonien Singh in Star Trek: Into Darkness and played a transgender woman (despite being a cisgender man) in Zoolander 2.

Baka Not Nice / Travis Savoury (1979) Afro-Barbadian - rapper-songwriter and singer. - Convicted of sex trafficking young girls, convicted of domestic abuse, convicted of aggravated assault, and convicted of armed robbery.

Rihanna / Robyn Rihanna Fenty (1988) Barbadian [Afro-Barbadian, English, Scottish, Irish] / Afro-Guyanese - singer-songwriter, model, and actress - appropriated and sexualized the Japanese kanzashi and kimono, appropriated and sexualized the Indian bindi and sari, sexualized the Hindu deity Shiva, appropriated Egyptian culture, consistently referred to a Vietnamese woman (Karrueche Tran) as “r**e c***s”/”r**e”, and did “c***k eyes”.

A$AP Rocky / ASAP Rocky / Rakim Athelaston Mayers (1988) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - actor, rapper-songwriter, model, director, and producer. - Homophobic comments and convicted of aggravated assault.

Leigh-Anne Pinnock (1991) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Possibly Other - singer. - Defended her boyfriend after he made homophobic remarks.

[naughty-teddy-innit]

Rehabilitation: Chapter 4 An Ed Sheeran Fanfiction

Title:      Rehab: Chapter 4

Author: @naughty-teddy-innit

Rating:  PG- No smuts for a while, but intense content?

Click here for the Previous Chapter

CHAPTER 4

“You’re shitting me.” Her face was nothing short of incredulous as she stared me down over the messy, food strewn surface that was my kitchen counter. “How is that even possible??”

 I popped a slice of freshly washed strawberry into my mouth and tossed the rest of the juicy slices I’d already cut up into the glass salad bowl in front of me, a yummy complement to the spinach greens and pecans I’d already added to it.

 “I don’t know??” I took a sip of my Sauv and then replaced my goblet on the counter.  “I guess I just don’t Social Media and/or Pop Culture much. I grew up with Credence and Springsteen and Janis and the masters.  I just don’t pay much attention to the current pop stuff. Until I managed to bump into his manager, I had no idea who he even was.”

 “Leesie.” She paused herself mid-sentence and fortified her apparent upcoming rant with a long sip from her own wineglass, and then fixed me with a stare.  “He’s probably the most famous musician on the planet right now. He writes the most beautiful lyrics you can imagine, has a voice like melted butter….and did I mention he’s fucking gorgeous?!! And has the most delicious accent you can even fathom. And he’s supposed to be the sweetest guy EVER. How do you NOT tell me he’s lying in your hospital and that HE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE??”

 “Lynds.” I swallowed the laugh that threatened to bubble out and fixed a smile on my best friend. Who was currently aiming a dagger-laden death stare right back at me. “I love you. Very much. But you know I can’t talk about patients and medical stuff at work.  If I screw with confidentiality stuff, I could get FIRED. I like my job, remember??”

 “I’m not talking about his medical records! Everyone knows he was in this awful crash and that they have him locked away where the press and all that can’t get to him.  But like…. you’ve had conversations with him! I mean- he’s gonna be okay right?”

 “Happenstance, honestly.  I never went looking for him. And I wouldn’t say it was much of a conversation. Actually…”  I grabbed the wooden salad tossers and the dressing and began to toss the salad. “A few days ago, one of the healthcare aides got caught trying to sneak pictures of him on her iPhone while she was supposed to be passing out meals.  Security had to call the police because she flipped her shit when the nurse manager caught and confronted her.  Hauled her out yelling and screaming.  Thankfully Stuart figured it out before she managed to cause any real damage or freak him out, but it was awful.  THOSE kinds of people are the ones looking for him. I’m just doing my job. I never wanna be like that.”  I inwardly shuddered at the thought. So intrusive. I caught her eye and grinned. “I guess I can say he’s going to be okay. But I SWEAR. I really don’t know much else.”

 I looked up and she was swiping and searching for something on her phone, her lip caught between her teeth.  She suddenly grinned and slid her phone across the counter to me. I could see it was open to a video app, and I could see Ed’s name across the bottom.

 “Watch that.”

 I totally was not going to deny that I was curious.  I shook my head, laughing, and plopped myself down on the stool at the end of the peninsula-style counter.  “And what is it exactly I’m watching?”

“I’m starting you off easy.  This was the biggest song off his last album.  You’ll see.”  She bit the end off of one of the strawberries that hadn’t made it into the bowl and continued. “That pretty boy is ALL about the love songs.”

 I tapped the screen and grabbed the half empty bottle of wine, refilling my glass while the video loaded on the screen.  I flipped her phone around, allowing the images to fill the whole screen, and raised an eyebrow at the figure of the dancer whirling across the screen.  Whoever she was, she had a slammin’ body.

 His voice WAS really pretty, she definitely hadn’t made that up.  It wasn’t booming or theatrical, but softer. More melodic and sweet.  And he certainly pulled off the vest and crisp white shirt with the rolled-up sleeves thing REAL well; I was also more than curious about all the colourful tattoos that adorned his arms. He definitely was not an ugly dude that was for sure. But. I was feeling like I was supposed to be blown away. Why did I feel like my next opinion was going to be a REAL Unpopular One?

 “Well…” I took a deep breath and bit my lip at her eager expression. “I mean, he’s definitely not awful to look at. I’ll give you that.  And his voice is pretty! But it’s…I mean, it’s kinda just a typical pop gushy love song, right?  And the pretty pop star boy dancing with the pretty girl?? Come on…”  I stifled a laugh at the way her mouth dropped open in what was obviously affront and offense. My girl, she was nothing if not dramatic.

 “Annaliese. You are damaged, I swear. Where is your sense of romance??”  She was gesturing wildly with her freshly filled wine glass, the cold white wine an inch from sloshing all over our salad, and it took everything I had to not crack up completely.  I just shook my head.

 “It’s there.”  My voice was soft as I watched the video fade out on the screen. “Guess it just hasn’t come out in while.”

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The next afternoon found me back on familiar ground, ready to get my volunteer on.  The schedule had me on the 4C IP unit, also known as the inpatient/recovery unit, and it was one of the sections of the hospital where I’d spent plenty of volunteer hours.  I was feeling particularly cheerful and rested considering the copious amounts of wine that I’d accidentally (or not so accidentally) consumed the night before, and I swiped my way through the unit’s security doors with a smile on my face.  I spent a good chunk of the afternoon with Callie, a nine-year-old girl recovering from a kidney transplant, knee-deep in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  She’d read the book multiple times and by the time we finished the movie, she’d fully educated me on dragons, wands and Hogwarts.  She was a feisty, tiny little thing, and was as desperate to get home and get on with being a kid as any child I’d spent time with over the years, and I definitely finished up my time with her uplifted, and with a grin on my face.  I promised French fries and a milkshake on my next visit, as long as the doctor signed off on them, and slipped out as her mom was coming back from her lunch.

 I stepped up to the massive desk at the nurses’ station, intending to find out where they needed me next, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

 “Really doesn’t make a damn bit of difference, mate. I really just want to sleep. Can I just get back to my room now, please?”

The soft accented voice caught my ear right away, I remembered it well. But unlike the last time….it was flat. Devoid of any warmth.  

 It was Ed.

 I had no idea where it came from, or what I was even thinking, but I found myself turning towards him and before I could help myself, my mouth was open and words were coming out.

 “Ed…Hey.” I tipped my head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay? Anything I can do?���

 He was carefully positioned in a wheelchair, his casted leg propped up and his injured hand, implanted pins and cast still intact, resting on his leg.  He had a nasal cannula still in place, but much of the swelling and bruising that had taken over his face had gone down.  I could see he was still moving very stiffly, carefully, as he slowly turned his head toward my voice. The orderly who’d parked him at the nurses’ station shot me a quick, polite smile and turned to head off to his next task.

 A brief, rather emotionless smile flickered across his face, and then he tipped his head back, resting it against the back of the chair.

 ‘S’kind of you, Annaliese.” He took a slow breath. “Tired of being poked and prodded and this test and that scan. Really jus’ want to get back to my room.”

 “Well, I can certainly get you that far.” I raised an eyebrow at the nurse behind the desk. She nodded at me, and gestured to the door at the end of the hall. “I’ll send Malik to help actually get him situated in a minute, he’s just finishing up with inventory in the med lockup.  Thank you, Leesie.”  She raised an eyebrow at Ed, and then looked back at me before looking back at the sheaf of paperwork in front of her. “Perhaps you can work your magic and get this stubborn young man to eat.”

 I just raised an eyebrow and nodded, deciding that for now my inside voice would probably be a better choice.  Why in the world wasn’t he eating?

 “Alright…Let’s get you back to your room.”  I tried another gentle smile as I released the brake on his chair, but he just nodded, staring off down the hall.  We found his room, and I got his chair situated by the bed while we waited for the nurse to come help him into it.  I debated with myself for all of 3 seconds before lightly dropping myself into the chair beside him.

 I took a deep breath and found myself cocking my head in an attempt to catch his eye. “Alright.  So. What’s this business about you not eating?”

 The only response I got was a huffed breath and tight-lipped expression. But I wasn’t giving up.  Apparently, I was no longer nervous about overstepping? I tucked a stray lock of hair back behind my ear where it belonged, and leaned forward, intent on getting him to talk to me.

 “I’m a lot of things, definitely not a doctor, but… Even I know food is kinda important when you’re trying to heal. Gotta fuel your body, right?”

 “Why.” His voice was low and his eyes were closed. “Does everyone in this bloody place seem to be obsessed with feeding me? I’m not fuckin’ hungry.”

“Well….” I was bit taken aback, to be honest. Admittedly, my impression of him was limited to the night he’d woken up and remembered me from the ICU, but he’d seemed like a genuinely kind, nice guy. I could only imagine he must be struggling with all of this, so I figured the snippiness was only fair, and let it slide. I was trying to think of the right thing to say when he beat me to the punch.

 “Nah. I’d like very much if everyone, EVERYONE, could please remove themselves from jumping up my arse, and just leave me alone. Stuart, my dad, Mum, Matt, everyone. Just….”  He was silently shaking his head, and his uninjured hand was clenched in a fist.  “It’s NOT going to be fine, and stuffing my bloody face isn’t….it doesn’t…Jesus.” His voice broke off and I took the opportunity to change tactics.

 “Okay then.” He looked up at me, the straightforward tone in my voice probably taking him by surprise. I pushed on. “Fuck the food. Let’s just…leave that. The rest of it though? Ed… I’d imagine these people, who clearly care about you and love you so much, just want you get strong so you can get better and get the hell out of here. Right? You must want to get back to your life and never see this place again?”

 The saddest smile I think I’ve ever seen ghosted across his face, and he looked down. “Mikey doesn’t get to go back, does he?”

 Oh god…his driver. I’d left his room when I’d last seen him, before that conversation took place.  I couldn’t imagine how that must have broken his heart. My heart ached at sadness in his eyes.

 “Oh Ed…” It came out as a whisper. He looked up at me, the pain in his eyes raw.  They were such a beautiful blue, but… there was no light in them. Like windows with the blinds pulled tightly shut.  “I am so, so sorry. I can’t even ima-“

 “No, no you can’t. No one can.”  He cut me off, his accented voice once again flat. “They can’t imagine because it wasn’t their fuckin’ fault. It was mine.  He can’t go back to his wife and his children and his grandchildren, because I’m a selfish prick. He’s dead because’a me. All there is, and I don’t really care about goin’ back anywhere but my bed. Please.”

 My heart shattered right then and there. How could he possibly think such an awful accident could be his fault? Nobody, NOBODY should have that on their conscience. I didn't stop to think; I lifted myself up from my chair and knelt by his, and laid a hand on his good one. I squeezed gently and waited for him to look up at me before I spoke, and then speak I did.

 “I was there, Ed. The night this all happened? I was working in the ER when everyone was brought in. I saw the paramedics bring in the truck driver. The guy that fell ASLEEP at the wheel, the one that hit you. I could hear him crying, wailing actually, that he didn't mean to. That he was exhausted and never meant to hurt anyone, that it was an accident. But regardless of all of that, he hit you. HE did this. Not you. You could not have known something like this would happen.” I took a breath and bit my lip, in an attempt to gather my thoughts, and pressed on. “Mikey shouldn't have died, Ed, but nothing you did made that happen. I promise you that.”

 I could see the sheen of tears in his eyes, and I so badly wanted to make it better. But I didn't know how.

 “... She's right, you know.”

 The soft, gentle voice that came from behind my right shoulder startled the hell out of me and I quite nearly fell backwards. I pulled myself together and awkwardly stood to see who was agreeing with me, and Imogen, Ed's tiny, lovely mother was standing just inside the door, nothing but love on her face as she looked her boy in the eyes. I opened my mouth, the beginnings of an apology for… What I wasn't sure, on the tip of my tongue. She shook her head and gently patted my shoulder before I could get anything out, and then lightly settled herself into my now empty chair. How long had she been standing there? How long had she been listening?

 “Do you know…? “  She paused and I suddenly realized, as she glanced in my direction, that she was addressing me. “When they came to talk to us, the police, about the accident, when they told us what happened. Do you know what my boy said when they told us about the man that fell asleep?”

I shook my head, watching as she smoothed an errant curl from his forehead and lightly brushed her fingertips along his stitched up hairline.

“He wasn't even angry. He can't have meant to, he said. Isn't it enough he has to live with what he did? What about his children?” She shook her head and Ed spoke up before she could say another word.

 “They said he has 4 children at home. He'd been driving those massive lorries for years, to put them through school. Who can bloody blame him for being tired?” His voice was quiet, not really directed at either of us. “He never meant to smash us up. He's gotta live with the guilt. And so do I.”

 “Ebs.” Ebs? Her voice was soft, but determined, and his eyes met hers in a heartbeat. The expression on his face…this boy loved his mama, that much was clear.  “What Annaliese said is exactly right. You mustn’t take this on your shoulders. There's no guilt for you to live with. Michael… He’s driven you for YEARS. He knew the job, he knew you were a night owl; you always have been. He loved you like you were one of his own, and looked out for you the same way. He wouldn't have blamed you for this. Not for one moment.”

 Ed was already shaking his head. “Nah. I made him drive, overnight, in the freezing rain. Gig wasn't even for three more days, and he'd been sick with a cold for a week. We weren't supposed to leave that night. I wanted to get there early so I could write with the lads. We were on the road because of me. Simple. My fault. I'm here, he's not. All there is.” His voice was sharp, dripping with…disgust? Anger? At himself, I didn’t know, but it was killing me. And I was not having it.

 “And if you'd left the next morning, maybe a motorcycle would have cut you off or a tire might have blown.” It was my turn to shake my head. “Ed, I'm calling it. That's crap.”

 Imogen raised an eyebrow in my direction, a slight smile dimpling her cheek, and nodded.

 A different voice cut through the room before anyone could say a word, and I turned to see Malik, a big hulking quarterback of a man, and one of the best nurses on the unit, popping his head in the door.

 “My man! I hear we need to get you back in your bed. You down?”

 “Please.” He truly sounded exhausted and I knew it was time to let him rest.

 “Leesie - they bringin’ up the supper trays if you wanna give em’ a hand?” He shot me a grin and moved to the side of the bed to get it adjusted for Ed's casts and oxygen and monitors.”Gonna get this boy up in his bed and check his oxygen and pressure and all that nonsense.”

 “Think I can handle that.” I shot a raised eyebrow at Ed. “Don't even tell me gourmet Hospital Spaghetti doesn't sound delicious right now.”

 He just shook his head and sighed. “Not In-N-Out, is it.”

 Imogen unfolded herself from the chair, a tired smile on her face. “Do you work here, too, Annaliese?”

 “Oh, no!” I quickly explained my volunteer hours versus working in the ER and ICU, and I let out a quiet laugh and smile, explaining that I hope they didn’t think I was intruding or...well. Stalking her son, for lack of better way of putting it.

 “No, no, not at all. It…. “   She paused a moment, walking with me to the door while Malik assisted Ed back into his bed, and lowered her voice a notch. “It’s very reassuring and a good feeling to know my son is surrounded by people who care about him in this place. You've been very kind; John and Stuart have both said the same thing. And you're honest with him. You pull no punches. I like that.”

 I could feel my cheeks pink up at her words, and she patted my arm as I smiled and huffed a small breath.

“Well thank you, Mrs. Sheeran. That means a lot. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go pass out some exquisitely prepared gourmet hospital food.” I rolled my eyes and she shook her head, and we both shared a laugh. “Hopefully Ed will actually eat some tonight.”

 I turned to leave, but stopped short when Ed's soft accent caught me.

 “Leesie? They call you that, right?” He was back in bed, his leg positioned back in traction, and his oxygen and monitors set around him, pillows piled up behind him.

 I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. And there was that pink in my cheeks again....

 “Yeah. Yeah they do.” I crossed my arms, and smiled to myself.  “My mom used to hate it. She always said she picked Annaliese because it was different and pretty, and then everyone started calling me Leesie for short. To this day, she's about the only one, who knows me anyway, that calls me by my full name. Well. Unless I'm in trouble, I guess.”  I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my hair, silently chastising myself for being such a chatterbox.

 “... I think Annaliese is lovely.”

 His voice was soft, and was studiously looking down at his injured hand, still bandaged, implanted pins still in place.

 “Oh, well… Thank you. You're sweet. I don't mind it much myself.” I smiled at him, thinking that this was the sweet boy I’d met the other night. I caught a glimpse of my watch and straightened up. 

“Oh crap. I should go, dinner is starting.  Be excited, Ed -  Spaghetti is coming.” I may have rolled my eyes, hoping for a smile. 

 “...Will you be…. Here… again this week?”

 I stopped short again at his quiet voice. If he wanted me to be…

 I tipped my head to the side. “Wednesday for a few hours, I think…?” I said softly.

“Just wonderin’...”  He lay his head back against the pillows, grimacing as something somewhere caught him. I hated seeing him in pain. 

“Could always use a visitor…. If you're around, that is.”

 I shook my head and flashed him a small smile. “Eat your spaghetti, bud.” I turned to leave. “And we’ll see.”

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