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sapphickorro · 1 year

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First Christmas Together

Pairing(s) - Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

summary: Being alone on Christmas had become second nature to you, that was until Agatha came into your life, showing you just how special the holiday can be.

warnings: 18+, strap-on sex (r recieving), oral/face riding (a recieving), fingering (r receiving), dirty talk, mommy kink, Christmas, breeding kink, overstim if you squint, pet names (good girl, baby), smut, hurt/comfort

word count: 2,363

A/N: for all my people that are celebrating Christmas alone, just like me. To my non-Christmas readers, my apologies, your daily dose of fics will come back after the holidays.

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Christmas time was always a sore subject for you. Watching couples and families walk into the jewelry store you work at to buy each other gifts. Even though it was Christmas, today was no different, if anything there were just more customers.

When you finally finish your shift and pass it off to your coworker that had just arrived, you check your phone to see unread messages from your girlfriend, Agatha.

“Call me when you finish your shift?” You quietly read to yourself. You smile down at your phone rolling your eyes at the gif she sent of a rabbit dressed in a Santa outfit. Your hands wander to the call button and press it.

It only takes her less than a minute to answer you, “Hey Aggie, just finished my shift.” You sit down on the bench outside of your building, your free hand finding comfort in your pocket from the cold.

“Want me to pick you up?” She says as she starts to get up putting on a coat. She answers the question herself as she walks out the door with her keys.

“I don’t want to bother you. Shouldn’t you have guests over right now?” You check the time on your phone seeing that it was already 6 in the night. “I’ll take the bus.”

“Nonsense, Wanda and Vis left earlier. It’s Christmas, can’t have you waiting around for a bus.” You hear the engine of her car start and you smile to yourself. This is the first Christmas where you aren’t taking the bus alone to get home.

“I love you.” You whisper into the phone. You can’t see it but Agatha smiles at your words. “I love you too.” Her words are full of love, even digitally you can feel it warming your heart. She sets the phone down onto the passenger seat and begins to drive to your workplace.

When she arrives you take up the place of her phone in the passenger seat and the drive back is quiet. A welcoming quiet.

“Are you going anywhere for Christmas?” Agatha asks you at a red light, looking at your solemn expression at the mention of Christmas. “Nah, I have nowhere to go.” You look back at her and her eyes soften. You can tell she’s pitying you.

“Don’t be upset at that, I’ve dealt with this for years. It’s not as upsetting every year that passes.” You say placing a hand on her right hand, giving her a tight squeeze.

She doesn’t say anything but begins to drive when the light turns green. When you turn your head back to look out the window you realize that she’s missed a turn. “Aggie, this is the wrong way back to my home.” You look at her again.

“I know, just enjoy the ride.” Her hand lets go of yours before finding them again after turning on the car radio, a Christmas station being played. You don’t question her as you sit curious at where you could be going.

“We’re here.” You look up and notice that you’re parked at an open mall. “Why did you bring me here?”

She opens her side of the door before walking towards yours to open it for you. She holds onto your hand as you step out admiring the bright Christmas lights that adorn the outside of the mall. The two of you walk inside and you take in just how large the mall truly is. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Christmas is the time of giving. You’ve already given so much to me, I think it’s time I give back.” She leans over to give you a kiss on your cheeks as you stare at her confusingly.

“I’m letting you have a shopping spree, hun.” She chuckles at your confusion. “What? I can’t do that. I’ve never spent more than 50 dollars at one place.” Your eyes widen at her preposition.

“Well, first time for everything.” She doesn’t let you respond before dragging you off to all of the stores.

When you finally finish all of your shopping, you’re left with bags on each of your hands. Agatha’s holding the majority of them before heading back to your car. Most of the items Agatha had to beg you to buy them as she thinks they’d look cute on you. In the end, she pays for all of the items without telling you the total after countless times of you begging for her to tell you how much you spent.

“I don’t know why you’d spend so much money on me.” You say looking down at your hands while Agatha drives home in the now pitch black night. “There’s no reason other than that you’re deserving of it.” She says focused on the road.

“Thank you.” You feel the emotions start flowing out of your eyes. You try to sniffle it away but Agatha hears your uneven breathing. She leans over again to take your hands in her own and rubs her thumb over your skin.

When you get to Agatha’s home you drop all the bags of items that she had bought for you before slamming your lips onto her own, your hands holding onto her face. She slides her hands down to your waist after slamming the door shut with her leg and then locking it.

She pulls back as she looks down at you, her eyes lidded, “You don’t have to repay me in sex you know.”

You smile up at her before peppering kisses all over her neck, “I know, I just find you extremely sexy right now.”

She smiles before picking you up in her arms and running up her stairs. You yelp out giggling and tightening your legs around her. She drops you down onto her bed, attacking you with kisses all over your face.

“Aggieee.” You drag out the ‘e’ sound as you laugh at her feathered kisses. She moves her hands down to the zipper of your jacket and unzips it. You help her get you out of the jacket by lifting your upper half up to slide it off your arms. You then take off your undershirt by pulling it from the bottom over your head.

Agatha does the honors of unclasping your bra and laying you down on your chest to admire your upper half. She groans at the sight of your breasts before swooping down to capture them with her mouth, alternating from each one to give each of them equal attention.

“It’s so icky down there, I need you so bad.” Your voice strains. Agatha runs her tongue down your stomach to the strings of your sweatpants. “You wanna show me how badly you need me by being a good girl for me?”

You nod fervently at her, your eye contact making your pussy pulse. Still maintaining that eye contact, Agatha undoes the knot of your sweatpants with her teeth before tugging the pants down to your ankles. As if she couldn’t be more attractive, your face flushes red. Your whole body heats up, surely thinking that the window in the room can open and your body heat would still keep the room warm.

Agatha gets up pulling your pants to the floor before taking off her own shirt. She undresses down to her underwear before pulling it off too. Your mouth practically drools at the sight of her nude body.

“You wanna be a good girl for Mommy?” She slowly crawls back towards you as you nod again. “Then be a good girl and make mommy cum.” She slowly lowers her pussy onto your face giving you a test ride as you stick out your tongue.

Your hands move their way up to her thighs as your tongue starts lapping at her folds. “Oh, baby. Yes, right there.” She starts riding your face slowly, placing her hands in your hair. Her head raises with her mouth wide open, moaning at the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” Her hips start to speed up, riding you to try to get off quicker. She tugs at your hair when she feels herself getting closer and you moan into her clit sending the vibrations straight to her core.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum all over your pretty face.” She says before opening her mouth in a gasp. Her hips tense around you and you continue to lap at her, easing her through her orgasm. When she finally comes down from her high, she slides off of you, her back hitting the blankets beside you. Your face is covered with her juices as she laughs, kissing your lips and tasting herself on you.

You’re about to cuddle up to her when she gets up, standing at the side of the bed now, “Oh, I’m not done yet.” You sit up questioning what she’s about to do.

She walks into her closet and takes a couple minutes before coming back out, revealing the long strap hoisted around her waist. The color of the fake cock being red and white, imitating the colors of a candy cane.

Your eyes widen at the size of it, unsure if you were able to take it all. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She says, sensing your anxiety at it. She gets back onto the bed kissing your forehead and then slowly kissing her way down to your thighs. She slowly tugs off your underwear, peppering kisses over your clit causing you to squirm under her. “Mommy, don’t tease.” She chuckles into your pussy, the vibrations making you rub your lower half over her face.

She leans back causing you to whine before slowly prodding a finger over your hole. She then inserts it into you causing you to moan softly.

“You’re so wet I bet my cock would just slide right in.” She inserts a second finger, working into you. Your bite your lips filtering your moans, “Don’t hide your lovely noises from me.” She leans up to your lips, capturing you in a heated kiss. When she pulls back she starts to ram her fingers into you causing you to gasp at the sudden speed change.

“Oh baby, if I could just keep you in my home forever and not have you worry about working for a dime ever again I would.” She groans at the sloshing sounds of your pussy. “Actually, we can. Why don't you quit your job hm? Move in with me, let me take care of you like a good mommy would.”

“I want to be yours forever, mommy.” You lift your hands to her face pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“I’m so close, mommy.” You moan into her mouth with your eyes tightly shut, Agatha’s fingers curl in you, pleasuring you in all the right spots. She starts marking your neck again, surely giving you hickeys to wake up to, tomorrow. You drop your hands down onto the bed, your fingers gripping the bed sheets.

“Let go, baby.” With her permission, you orgasm, moaning out her name. Agatha slows her fingers before pulling them out. You open your eyes to the sight of her sucking her fingers clean and moaning out, “You taste better than any treat in the world.”

Agatha waits till your breath evens back out before rubbing the tip of her strap over your folds. You try to pull away, “Mommy, too sensitive.”

She pulls you back by placing her hands on your waist and stilling you, “You can give mommy another right, baby?” You look into her eyes, she pulls the puppy dog eyes on you and you nod your head slowly, “I can try, mommy.”

“That’s my good girl.” She smiles at you before slowly nudging the tip into your pussy. You hold your breath as you feel yourself stretching out. Your eyes clenched shut. You feel one of your hands being lifted by Agatha’s hands. She slides her palm into yours, holding your hand to ease your nervousness.

“You’re doing so good for mommy.” She uses her other hand to wipe the tears that were falling down your cheeks. She slowly moves the whole length into you, allowing you time to get used to the stretch.

“You can move now, mommy.” You give her the okay and she starts to slowly move in and out of you. The pain easing up into pleasure as you clench her hand.

“Mommy, so full.” You groan out. “I know baby, I know.” You wrap your legs around her hips trying to feel her closer to you

Agatha starts to speed up into harsher thrusts. Her hips moving back and forth till the sound of skin slapping fills the room. You arch your back moaning at the strap hitting your walls in all the right spots, making you closer and closer to cumming.

“Gonna breed this pretty pussy.” She lowers her hands to the bed as she hovers over you, bottoming out. The bed creaks with the force she rams into you. “You want that, baby? Want our little pups running around celebrating Christmas with us?”

You nod your head, “Yes, want that so bad.” Your moans increase as Agatha’s head drops into your neck marking you more. Her grunts being music to your ears.

“Mommy, gonna cum.” She lifts her head to look at you, “Cum for me baby, cum around my cock.”

You release a guttural moan, arching your back and tightening the hold your legs have on Agatha’s hips. When your back lowers back onto the bed and your grip on Agatha’s hip loosens, she slides out of you, peppering kisses on your hands along the way.

You shut your eyes, feeling exhaustion and sleep wash over you before you’re awoken to a damp towel wiping your folds. You shift a little at the sensitive contact against your bud and Agatha drops a kiss on your clit one last time. She turns the towel to the other side before wiping the sweat off your forehead. Agatha climbs onto the bed, turning you to spoon your back.

“Merry Christmas my love.” She whispers into your hair.

“Merry Christmas, Aggie.” You respond quietly before falling asleep.

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heyidkyay · 10 months

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I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Twenty-Two

Butterflies, summertime, all belong to your creation!

A/n: HII:) The whole band is finally in Spain and I'm really hoping that everyone enjoys this chapter, it took a while to piece together, had to look back at old parts too many times to count, but there's finally some well deserved cuteness and fluff in here! I think this has one of my favourite G and Birdie encounters yet... Anyway, hope you like it x

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: TOO MANY EMOTIONS, little bit of dark humour I hope no one takes offence to, mentions of anxiety and inner struggles, touches on a bad relationship with a parent(/family), BUT there finally is some fluff!!

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Outside, it was warm and lovely, but inside the villa… it was anything but.

Since I’d gotten home the previous afternoon, with even more medication strapped under my belt and a freshly printed release form in hand, the atmosphere had been tense.

George was staying with us- that was probably the quickest way to explain things.

What with the whole band coming to Tenerife and a villa far too big for just two people, it only made sense for all the boys to crash there too. Plus, Matty had made the argument about them making use of the space to work on their album, knowing full-well I still felt guilty about the whole ordeal.

It had been cruel, but it’d worked, and so I’d come home from the hospital to find George’s suitcase in the room one over from mine and a ginormous pair of shoes in the entryway.

The latter had stilled me in place when I’d first spotted them, bringing back one too memories as I’d stumbled in through the front door. Matty’s excited chatter had been the only thing to draw me back to the present, as he’d called out to George, who’d made himself quite at home on the settee, whilst simultaneously planning things with Hann, who was on the phone.

I’d gone straight to bed after that, feigning exhaustion, which Matty had believed but George had raised an eyebrow to. He’d known better than to question it though, especially with the thin ice he was currently treading on, but I’d felt his eyes follow me all the way up the stairs.

Today was a new day though. I’d woken up, showered, made myself a light breakfast (doctors orders), which had gone down quite well with the new anti-sickness tablets they had me taking, as well as the stronger dose of pain relief I'd been given. I was ready for anything it could throw at me.

Matty had barrelled down the stairs not long after though, talking a mile a minute about flights and times and some other nonsense I hadn't been able to make out. I’d actually had to ask George what he’d been going on about when the giant had rolled in from the patio outside.

He hadn’t looked like he’d slept much, but it’d been hard to tell from behind the big black sunnies he wore. And I’d bit my tongue to keep from asking just how long exactly he’d been out there, whether or not he’d avoided coming back in once he’d spotted me downstairs at the kitchen counter.

Turned out though, both Ross and Hann were already at Heathrow airport and boarding a direct flight to Spain. Hann had just texted Matty saying that they’d be landing in the next couple hours, or so he hoped.

Which is what ultimately led to me waiting on the front-step of the villa like an excited little kid, waiting for the two to pull up, but also using it as an avid excuse to avoid George further.

It wasn’t long before the sound of tires had my head lifting just in time to spot a sleek car coming to a slow stop at the curb. I grinned at the first man who emerged from the backseat of the cab and hurried my way down to meet them.

“Wahey! Look who it is!” Ross exclaimed with a big grin once he spotted me, hair brushing against the length of his shoulders whilst his squinted eyes, hidden behind brown lenses, took me in. He opened his arms out wide as I approached and was gentle with me when I leapt into them, chuckling as he spun the two of us around.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” I breathed into his neck, unable to dampen my sudden rush of happiness.

I squeezed him once more before he finally dropped me down onto the balls of my bare feet. The pavement was warm beneath them, but not hot enough to have me prancing about like a prat trying to avoid burning the soles. Matty had learnt that lesson the hard way our second day here, when he’d made the mistake of going out to pick up a takeaway with no shoes on.

“Couldn’t let the three of you have all the fun now, could we?” My head darted away from Ross and quickly over in the direction of the boot, just in time to see Hann rounding it.

“Adam!” I was quick to rope him into a giant hug too, asking after Carly and about the things I’d missed back home just as Matty and George sauntered their way down the drive.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Ross whistled once Matty had slipped the cab driver a few euros and the car had begun to pull away. I glanced over in time to find him staring up at the house. “You said it was big, but this is maddening.”

Matty snorted whilst I sidled up next to the bearded bassist, his reaction had been similar to that of mine. “Thought you’d be used to this sort of thing now. What with being in a big band and having Matthew here as your frontman, the diva.”

The rest of the guys chuckled when Matty swatted at my arm, but I merely shrugged him off before I made my way over to where a lone suitcase stood. I’d just been about to grasp at the handle when, almost on command, all four men cried out causing me to jump away from the thing with my hands surrendered.

My eyes were wide when I turned back to them, “What the fuck! Is there a bomb or summat in there?”

“No,” Hann dragged out around an airy chuckle, skirting by me to grab it instead, I frowned when none of the guys made the slightest huff at the action. “It’s alright I’ll get it.”

My brow only furrowed further when I made a grab for one of the duffles that had been left on the curb, before it was hastily swept up by a smiling Matty. I chewed at the insides of my cheeks to keep from screaming.

“I’m not going to break, you know?” I told the four of them sternly, looking each one of them in the eye. “I can carry a fucking bag inside.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to.” Matty retorted, grinning like that had been the right thing to say to me just then.

My chest rose with my next irritated breath, but Ross was there wrapping an arm around my shoulders before I could release it.

“Alright! Show me this pool then, hey? Haven’t stopped thinking about it since you first showed me, practically dreamt I was swimming in it on the flight over.” He told me, leading us further away, and reluctantly I allowed it, muttering under my breath whilst the rest of them debated amongst themselves on how to lug the bags in without Ross’s help.

This was going to be long trip.

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“What’s with the evil eye?”

I jumped slightly at the sound of Ross’s voice, glancing up at him when he came to stand just over my shoulder, my brow pinched.

“Do you always have to eat apples like that?” I questioned him, wrinkling my nose as I swiped my upper arm free from a mixture of fruit juice and Ross slobber, “Right over me too.”

Ross grinned, uncaring. “And what’s wrong with the way I eat apples?”

“Horses are more civilised.” I rebuked and he snorted in turn.

“But you wouldn’t change me for the world though.” Ross replied with a sarky smile, wrapping one arm over my shoulder and around my collar, “Just like I wouldn’t change you bein’ a moody mare.”

I pursed my lips but didn’t shove him away. “I’m not moody, just hot.”

Ross hummed and I knew that he knew I was lying- although, it was growing warmer and warmer the more minutes that passed.

“So that glare you’ve got going on is just for the heat, yeah? Not the twat sat over there in that deck chair?”

I’d been made. With a heavy sigh I crossed my arms over my chest and fought against the petulant pout that wanted to overtake my features.

“He’s sat right under my tree, Ross!” I groaned, sounding like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum. The bassist laughed and I allowed my body to melt further into his embrace, letting him hold me up.

“Sort of recognise it now you’ve said.” He murmured, then I felt him shrug, “Just go and tell him to piss off if you want it back.”

I pulled a face.

“What, why not?” Ross chuckled down at me, I ignored the loud chomp he made just above my head.

“I’m avoiding him.” I told him simply.

“Oh really? How’s that going for you then?” He asked sarcastically.

It was my turn then to shrug, which was a hard task considering I was still cocooned in his arms. “How’d you think.”

Ross snorted softly, “Ten days, muggins. Ten days and you’ll be home free.”

I groaned again, slumping as I felt my head fall back and eyes close. “Isn’t it bad enough me feeling so crap? What did I do to deserve this much karma?”

“Definitely a serial killer in another life.”

I frowned at the quick answer Ross gave and lifted my chin up to better see him. “You had that on hand.”

He gave me a lopsided grin, “It’s that smile you get when someone’s pissed you off.”

I laughed, knowing what he meant, and relaxed again.

We paused there for a moment, basking in the peace, before Ross went to speak again, his voice softer than it had been. “You in much pain then?”

I inhaled slowly, already regretting having brought up that I felt crap. “Just all these pills.”

His arm tightened its hold so that his free hand could squeeze my bicep. “Don’t have to pretend with me, yeah? If shit gets too much, let me know.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, thinking about how the rest of the guys had begun walking on eggshells around me again, but his offer was too sincere. “Really I’m okay.” I assured him instead, then tried for another laugh, “Just want me tree back.”

He did chuckle and I squirmed slightly when he knocked his chin into the side of my head, tickling my ear.

“Well then, let’s go piss G off.” He decided, loosening his hold to drag me off towards the garden. “If we try hard enough, maybe he’ll just sod off and we won’t have to say a word to him.”

“Fingers crossed.” I laughed.

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By early evening Ross and Hann’s first day here, we were all getting ready to walk ourselves into town, the guys having decided amongst themselves that they wanted to go out for dinner and see the sights after we’d been cooped up all day.

I’d thrown on a strappy midi dress, something that hid a lot of skin but still kept me cool, and paired it with a pair of light samba’s to match. I was just tying the laces on them, perched on the bottom step of the staircase and listening to everyone else rush about getting ready, when someone trailed down behind me.

I knew it was him without looking, immediately having recognised the falls of his feet, but the hesitant pause about midway had also been a dead giveaway.

It made sense that it’d be him though. The two of us had always been the first ones ready, it’d been an ongoing thing for years now, and typically we’d make proper use of the time we got alone together before the chaos truly started.

I fought the urge to reminisce on shared kisses and quiet whispers in crowded hallways as I slid over a tad to accommodate him, figuring he’d just slip by me and wait in the lounge for the rest of them. But it was just as I’d finished tying my first shoe that he sat down beside me.

Immediately I stilled at the gesture, but that was the only response I gave his unanticipated presence, swallowing down whatever confusion I felt before I tugged at my remaining lace.

Breathing shallow, I could see his fingers tapping away aimlessly against the side of his knee next to me, just out of the corner of my eye. Most believed that the tic related to his job as a drummer, tap tap tap, and in a way I suppose it did, but those who knew him, knew better. Drumming was just something George could always revert back to, something he found solace in, it gave him a moments peace in the mayhem his mind created. That tapping was a nervous habit sure, although other times it helped him to keep track of his countless thoughts.

I tried not to glance over at him, even as I struggled with my right shoelace- you’d have thought I’d have figured out how to tie them with a cast on by now, but no. It was still a task and a half.

I grew frustrated easily, muttering under my breath when the aglet got caught again on the plastic which encased my palm. “Fucking can’t wait to get you off.”

George’s loud and obnoxious snort made me jump, which inevitably caused me to fumble with the lace. I shot him a heated glare at the fact that I'd have to start over again.

“What’s so funny?”

Looking at him now, even in the dim entryway light, I could finally see everything I’d been missing out on from the distance I’d created between us. The moles that dotted this side of his face, the faint stubble which now lined his jaw and chin, the squinting of his eyes as he struggled to dampen his growing amusement.

“Nothing.” He replied, though it was said around a huffy chuckle that he hadn’t meant to let escape. I raised a brow in retort and he relented quicker than I was used to. Normally he loved to bicker with me, really got a kick out of it. “Just, what you said innit.”

My forehead furrowed and I thought back to the words I’d said, before it finally hit me. I couldn’t help the reluctant laugh that bubbled from my lips, but I rolled my eyes at him with a minute smile. “Yeah well, you should be so lucky.”

He hummed softly and I had to look away then, instead choosing to focus back on my shoe. Two loops were typically easier than one these days and, if I didn’t fumble with the left lace too much, I could usually just adjust the tightness it once I’d finally tucked it through.

I bit back an unearthly grunt when it slipped through my fingers again, far past the road of regret for having not just thrown on a pair of sandals.

“Here, let me.” I heard George say and before I knew what was happening, he’d gently taken hold of my ankle and pulled it up over his knee.

I was quick to hold down the end of my dress, not wanting it to ride up, and swallowed past the lump which had rapidly formed in the back of my throat at the action. We weren’t meant to be talking, he wasn’t even supposed to be here, let alone tying my laces for me!

I inhaled sharply at the feel of his thumb pressing against my skin.

“I could do it myself.” I muttered to him quietly. He nodded, deft fingers fast as they wrapped themselves around a laced loop and tugged, tying a perfect bow.

“I know.” He replied just as softly, then peered over at me, and I wondered, briefly, what he saw.

A loud thump directly above us had us both startling out of whatever staring contest we’d lost ourselves in and I was quick to take back my leg, resettling myself in the position I’d taken earlier, actively avoiding meeting his eye. “Thanks.”

George coughed lightly but didn’t make the effort to move away like I thought he would. I fiddled with the straps of my dress for a moment, and it was then that my eyes seemed to make their way back over to him on their own accord.

He was dressed nicely, I noted. Clad in a light linen shirt, a contrast to all the black I’d seen him in lately, and a pair of washed blue jeans. I had to stop myself from reaching out towards him when my gaze finally caught the butterfly that had been embroidered into the thigh. It was bright, pretty.

“I like the jeans.” I found myself stating, and although I kept my head trained towards the floor, I felt his gaze skitter over towards me.

“Got them last tour.” He murmured, fingernail picking at a stitch on top of the butterfly’s left wing. “Weird though, ’cause I thought of you when I first saw ‘em.”

Internally I screamed to myself. Why did he have to go and add that detail?

Then mindlessly my hand came to a rest on the right side of my ribcage, where we both knew a tiny butterfly tattoo was hidden away. Only now it was framed by scars, none of which he’d seen.

“Oi, Hann where did you say my roll-on was again?” Came Matty’s loud shout from the landing just above us and I peered up to find him dangling over the banister, as though he figured it would further his voice the closer he got to the opposing door.

“In the bathroom cabinet!” Adam responded, far enough away that I strained to even hear it.

“The fuck you put it in there for?” Muttered Matty, exhaling a heavy huff as he started to push himself off of the banister, but that was when he caught sight of the two of us down below. He shot George and I the cheekiest smirk. “‘Ello, what’s all this then? Do I smell reconciliation in the air?”

I rolled my eyes, but my left ear had started ringing just after his hello and the sound of his voice quickly became muted. With a wince, I raised a hand and pressed a finger to the outer shell, something that typically helped dull the incessant sound.

Peering back up, I saw that Matty was no longer there and so I looked to George to see if I could read much of his expression, determine whether or not the curly haired twat had made the situation we were in any more uncomfortable.

But when I did, George was already looking back at me, hooded eyes trained on the hand I held against my ear, as well as my undeniable grimace.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and I made it out, only just, by focusing on his lips.

“Ringing.” I said and realised I’d spoken a bit too loudly when his head jerked back a tad, apparently having caught him off guard. “Sorry, just- don’t worry, it’ll go in a sec.”

George’s worried eyes darted between mine when he nodded, and my face grew warm at the thought of him having to witness me like this. I went to stand, an excuse about needing some air already on the tip of my tongue, before he caught me. I glanced down to where his fingers gently brushed against the skin of my arm.

“What do you need?”

I blinked, surprised by the question.

I went to shake my head, wave him off, but his face turned imploring. “Come on, just tell me.”

The ringing felt like a tidal wave had just been funnelled through my ear canal and the sharp pain, which usually accompanied it, shot down my jaw. I didn’t care for the fact that it was George stood there anymore, or how his persona had shifted so quickly when he’d seen the distress I was suddenly in. So I let him help. I let him in.

“Pain relief.” I told him through gritted teeth. “Kitchen side.”

He dipped his head once, squeezed my elbow, then hurried off.

I, in turn, simply slumped against the staircase. Damning every deity there might’ve been for the position they’d put me in.

“Fucks sake.”

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George had been shooting me looks all evening long. I couldn’t tell if they were of concern or question, but they were hard to ignore and even harder to avoid.

I hadn’t mentioned the ringing I’d felt to anyone and he’d followed suit, which was something I’d much appreciated, and the whole thing had died down by the time we’d made it out the door. Though, I was still wary.

The five of us had crowded ourselves around a wooden table on the deck of a Grillhouse that sat a stretch away from the sand, it hadn’t been the first restaurant we’d passed by but was on the first street we’d wandered down. The weather was warm enough to sit out the front too, under a gazebo littered with a string of yellow fairy-lights and a long lit fire-pit.

After settling in, we’d mainly just ordered both cold and hot tapas to pass around and share, and the guys had gotten a couple of pitchers for the table, which I’d stayed clear of. Matty, on the other hand, had folded like a deck of cards and claimed that ‘our little trip’ had ended almost three hours ago now. I’d shaken my head and laughed outwardly, stating that he’d failed to stay sober the second he’d chosen to have those glasses of cava two nights prior.

It had been nice though, sat around laughing and talking with them all. We hadn’t done something like it since my birthday dinner at Matty’s house all those weeks ago, and even then it’d been almost a year and a half before that. George and I were to blame for it, I knew that, but it was just so lovely being there with the four of them that I couldn’t bring myself to point fingers or blame. I just wanted to enjoy my time with them, not knowing how many more moments we’d get to do it again.

Ross throwing his napkin onto the table had sounded the end of dinner bell and so we’d paid and left the owner with a hefty tip for having put up with all our antics and rowdy party. Then started our walk back through the town.

“Oh, we’re so going in there!” Matty piped up the second he spotted a nightclub ahead and the lads were been quick to surrender, not that they’d put up much of a fight, most of them down to grab a couple more drinks and listen to some music. Knowing Matty and Ross they’d probably be looking for someone to take home too.

I didn’t want to dampen the night, but I knew if I stayed with them I’d only ruin their fun. Plus, my head and ears wouldn’t thank me for it later.

So I begged off. “You know what, I’m gonna head back to the house, I’m knackered after all that food.” I laughed lightly, pressing a hand to my stomach.

Hann and Ross were quick with their offers to join me, the latter already making plans to curl up on the sofa with a film on the giant tele, but then Matty started claiming that he’d walk me back to the villa and rejoin the lot of them later, which the other two had looked sort of okay with. But I’d hastily waved away each of their plans, not wanting to be a burden.

“No, you lot have fun. Enjoy Spain for me, yeah?” I grinned broadly, “I can grab a cab. I’m only gonna head straight to bed anyway.”

“But-” Both Ross and Matty attempted, I just shook my head.

“Honestly. I’ll be fine. More concerned about you idiots.”

The lot of them didn’t look too fond over the idea of me leaving on my own, but then George pocketed the phone he’d been so focused on during our walk over and stepped over the line of divide I’d made.

“I’m gonna go back too. Can’t be fucked with all the people, heads banging after those shots we had too.” He told them, surprising not only me but the rest of the boys as well.

“You sure, man?” Matty quizzed, brown eyes darting suspiciously over to where I stood for a split second.

George nodded at him, humming. “‘Course. Plus, I think we’ve already been made.”

We all followed the direction he’d jutted his chin in and spotted a trio of girls who’d just stumbled their way out of the club, one with their mobile already out, the other two giggling as they gawped at our group.

Almost immediately I felt uncomfortable knowing that their eyes were on us. Which was new for me where fans were concerned. I frowned at the feeling, but then George was saying something in reply to Hann and the other three were parting ways from us, leaving George to turn and silently nod his head down the street at me.

I stepped over to join him, ignoring the becking calls I heard from behind us as we trailed back the way we’d came.

Once the shouts had finally died out and there weren’t too many large drunken groups swanning about, I had to fight to keep myself from questioning George on just what his motives had been when he’d offered to accompany me back to the house.

Albeit saying that, just because I was biting my tongue, didn’t mean that George had gotten the same memo. I looked over to him when I heard him speak.

“Want one?” He asked, and my gaze flitted down towards the Spanish pack of Camel’s he’d extended out towards me.

I wasn’t really supposed to be smoking, they’d said it would affect the healing process even weeks after surgery. And so I hadn’t touched one since the accident. Even Matty had avoided smoking around me, went to the struggle of changing clothes too whenever he’d gone through a couple whilst having been out. It’d been hard, to stop so abruptly. Even though I hadn’t been the world’s heaviest smoker, being told not to do something only made me crave it ten times harder.

So I stared down at the pack for more than a reasonable amount of time, enough to make George pause and question his offer.

“You can say no.”

I blinked and glanced up at his face, to the cigarette dangling from his bottom lip, then back down.

I didn’t want to say no, especially with the way my skin was still crawling from the few lingering looks the band typically garnered, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it.

So now we were at an odd sort of standstill. The two us stopped in the middle of a quiet little street, only lamps to light the way. He stood directly beneath one, gaze trained on me. My own flickered away from the pack and down to the slight movement his right hand made, where he’d just pulled something from his back pocket.

“Are you even allowed?” George asked me after a while and I wanted to shed an actual tear when he tucked the Camel’s back into his jeans to cradle a hand around the fag he had in his mouth.

I went to nod but hesitated, unsure, then felt my head tilt sideways when I caught a glimpse of the shiny metal he held, it glinted under the light of the streetlamp.

“Why do you still have that?” I questioned him as he proceeded to light his cigarette, then watched when he lowered the lighter to peer down at it.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

What was with all these questions? Why could neither one of us just give the other a straight answer?

“‘Cause I gave it to you.” I replied, voice quiet as I took in the familiar smell of smoke that released from his parted lips.

“Exactly.” George said, flicking the old lighter over in his palm a few more times, eyes drifting up towards me again.

“You kept it because I gave it to you?” I asked for clarification, brows knitting together.

He looked back at me as though he thought I was stupid for even asking, then shrugged. “It was your dad’s. It meant something to him, then it meant something to you. Now it means something to me.”

I swallowed thickly. He was the most bewildering person I knew. Even when I felt like I had him figured out, he’d toss a spanner into the works.

“Can I?”

His forehead pinched at my question, then he held the lighter out towards me. I just shook my head, I knew that lighter better than the back of my own hand, having carried it around with me for more than half a decade. I didn’t need it, nor did I want it. I’d gifted it to him and, as much as he’d hurt me, I still loved him. Always would. He was George.

“No,” I said and then gestured to his mouth. His eyebrows lifted but was quick to dip his head at the ask, taking the cigarette from between his lips to hold out towards me. I took it cautiously and held it between my fingertips for a second, “Sort of like riding a bike, ain’t it?”

George started to cough when the smoke he’d just inhaled got caught in the back of his throat as he laughed. “Sort of.” He chuckled, still coughing away as he slapped a hand against his chest, “Fuckin’ hell, Birdie.”

I couldn’t help the grin I wore as I watched on, then started to walk again, pressing the end of the cigarette to my lips. I only inhaled a small amount and savoured the strange but familiar taste, glancing back over my shoulder to blow a trail of smoke at George who’d quickly caught up with his long legs.

I took another drag, a bigger one this time, and let my eyes fall close at the release it gave me before I made myself pass it back to him.

“Much easier than riding a bike.” I deemed, smiling around a ring of smoke and looking over at him when he chuckled again.

“Probably.” George reasoned, staring down at the pink embering flame. “So, why’re you really headed back then?”

“Could ask you the same.” I quipped in retort, watching my feet trail over broken cobblestones.

George hummed, was quiet for a minute, then tried again, “Alright, how’s this then, I ask you a question, you answer, you ask me a question, I answer. You only get to skip one.”

I narrowed my eyes in thought. This could be just what I’d been hoping for all those weeks ago, back at George’s, but I wondered if I even wanted to know now. If I was better not.

With a shrug, I levelled him with a look. “Any other rules?”

“Have to tell the truth.”

“Obviously.”

He pursed his lips at my interruption but carried on like I hadn’t spoken. “And the questions end the second we reach the house.”

I thought it over and supposed that was fair. It wasn’t much of a walk back, but there’d be enough time to get a couple good questions in.

“Alright. Who goes first?”

George took another drag, hummed, then gestured towards me. “Ladies first and all that.”

Ever the gentleman.

I huffed a tiny chuckle, then said, “Fine, favourite colour?” George gave me a bewildered look, as if to say really? And so I shrugged at him, smiling. “Figured we’d start off easy.”

His eyes trailed between my own. “Green.”

I nodded. It’d had always been green, so I guess it was nice to know that at least that hadn’t changed.

“Did you really fancy Andy Lough in year eleven?”

His question caught me so off guard that I released an ugly snort.

“Oh yeah,” I exaggerated, “All those muscles and the fact that he only ever talked about rugby, proper got me going.”

“Can’t lie, remember.” George grinned at me and so I rolled my eyes, wearing a small smile of my own.

“I was teasing, Daniel.” I replied with a drawn out sigh, “But fine, no I didn’t.”

He hummed. “Knew it.”

I shook my head at him, then remembered it was my go. “Erm, so did you ever make up with your mum?”

His attention darted towards me at that, like a rubber band snapping back into place.

“Okay, so I guess we’re easing away from easy now…”

I almost wanted to apologise but didn’t, he had a skip. If he wanted to, he could not answer. And besides, I was curious. Had been since I’d brought her up at his the night of the accident.

George’s mum was very much a sensitive topic, and although she’d always liked me, I’d struggled to form much of a connection to her, or any of George’s immediate family for that matter. He hardly ever saw them, never even spoke much about them either, but when he did, it was only in a fits of irritation, or anger.

George was quiet for a few steps and for a moment I really believed that he was going to use his skip. But then he cleared his throat lightly, “We did and we didn’t.”

I glanced over at him, curious, but found him staring out at the dark blue that had stained the sky just over the hill.

“She couldn’t get over me being away so much. Having my name in the papers and online. She hated it, said it made her look bad.” He divulged and took another long drag, “When we argued over it, that last time, she said some shit. It was hard to hear. And my dad, he didn’t say a word about it. Just let her get away with it. We’ve spoken since but haven’t really seen each other.”

“What about Christmas?” I couldn’t help but ask him.

George turned to me with a convincing enough smirk then. “My go, remember?”

"What do you mean, wasn't that your question?” I smart-mouthed, but he was always quick on the uptake.

“Ah, and now it’s just come back to me.”

I shook my head and chuckled. “Go on then.”

“That doctor,” He begun and already I wanted to groan. Really? He’d waste a question on something as awkward as this? It would seem so because he really did. “What’s up with you and him?”

I wrapped my arms around myself, mostly to ward off the nippy air that had crept up on us, but perhaps as a precautionary measure too, already feeling a spike in my anxiety.

“We met before he was my doctor.” I revealed, aiming for nonchalance, “We bumped into each other whilst I’d been waiting for Matty. He was nice, we spoke for a while. But the next time I saw him was when I ended up in hospital. Didn’t even know he was a doctor ’til then.”

“So you’re not seeing him?” George asked and I raised an eyebrow at his cheek to even try.

“One, that’s none of your business. Two, it’s my go, remember?” I smirked as I repeated his words back to him. He relented easily enough. “Okay. Um, why’d you lie about LA when we split?”

The cigarette we’d shared had since burnt down to a stub and I watched on as George kicked the butt away with his foot, hands tucking themselves into the back pockets of his jeans.

“I don’t know really.” And he shrugged as best he could with the way he’d restrained himself, staring off again. “First thing that came to mind I ‘spose and, I don’t know, sounded like the best idea at the time. LA, I could work, keep my mind off things, party and just forget.”

I swallowed thickly. Forget what? I wanted to ask, but it wasn’t my turn.

“Ended up ‘round Ross’s didn’t I?” George went on, “Camped out there for weeks. Was a proper cunt to me about it, too. Switched off the hot water whenever he was home and I was in the shower. Made me take the bins out and wash his shit-stained pants. Pretty sure he even combed his beard with my toothbrush too, though he never did admit it.”

I snorted, unable to help the path my mind strayed to, “Could’ve just as easily been his pubes.”

The grimace that morphed George’s entire face had me howling with laughter.

“Why’d you have to go and say that!” He cried and I struggled to breathe a tad, ended up almost stumbling into him as we continued walking, but I caught the crook of his elbow just before I could.

He was still looking a little queasy at the thought, though he was chuckling away now as well.

I couldn’t help myself. “I’m sorry, I am. But knowing Ross…”

“Yeah, yeah.” George was quick to bat my comment away, obviously not wanting to think about it much more than he already had. He untucked his hand from his pocket then and neither one of us said a thing about it when we silently decided to keep our arms linked. “Fucking hell, really do not want to be thinking about my tongue having been anywhere near-”

He cut himself off with a gagging sort of sound and I was grinning so hard it’d started to hurt.

“Awh! I bet Ross looks after all his downstairs bits though, you know, seeing how perfectly well-kept his beard is.”

“Birdie, please.” George all but begged, wincing at my words, “Change the subject.”

I eased up. “Fine, but only because I’m so lovely.”

He scoffed, “Yeah and someday I’ll win a BAFTA.”

“Oi, you could.” I defended with a faint slap to his bicep. “You’ve got the face for it. Could see you in loads of films.”

“Oh yeah?” George smirked, fishing for another compliment, I figured. “Playing what?”

“Stroke victim or summat.”

He gaped and then glared at me, but smiled when I laughed.

“I’m just joking, G. Christ, don’t go taking my head off.” George was silent for a second and I peered up to find him already watching me. I furrowed my brow. “What?”

“Just, ’s been a while since you last called me that.” He murmured and I felt my chest tighten at the expression he wore.

G. It’d been the name I’d dubbed him with way back when, something which had caught on quick… Those 1975 boys were a bunch of thieves, I tell you, they'd even pinched their own band name.

I shrugged a shoulder at him, trying to act like it’d been nothing more than a slip. “You gonna go then? Pretty sure it’s your turn.”

“Right.” George remembered, the glint in his eye gone now as he turned to look ahead. “Um, alright, why’d you really want to leave tonight then?”

“Oh,” I was honestly surprised that he’d even remembered the question that’d started this whole charade off, let alone realise that he actually cared to know. I licked at my lower lip and then took a deep breath. “Truth?” I exhaled, the word falling from my mouth before I could stop myself, trailing out into the wind.

He nodded.

“Alright, so since the um,” I struggled to find another word for it, but realised that there probably weren’t many. “After the accident…”

I felt George tense beside me but decided to continue on anyway. He had asked and I was yet to utilise my skip.

“Basically I’ve had a lot of trouble with my head, migraines and all that. I hit it pretty hard the first time around, they reckoned I must’ve flown at least a couple of feet-”

“I know.”

My breath hitched at his quiet comment and I attempted to keep my cool, to carry on like he hadn’t said a word, like he hadn’t just said that.

“I, yeah, right well, when I hit it, it did a bit more damage than they first realised. The impact perforated my eardrum or something of the like. Could hardly hear out of the left side for ages after I woke up, kept buzzing and ringing, sounded like it did when you’d hold a seashell up to your ear at the beach when you were a kid, only worse.”

“And now?” He prompted, our feet moving like clockwork. Left and then right, again and again.

“Just happens whenever now. Struggle to hear out of it properly most of the time, but the doctors say it could heal. I dunno about that though.”

“Why not?”

I sighed quietly, mostly to myself, hand still gripping at his arm. “Not sure, the pain I guess. And the fact that it hasn’t eased up since.”

George hummed and surprised me when he laid his hand over my own, fingers longer than mine, hiding them beneath his. “Is that what happened, you know, earlier?”

With a nod I found myself replying easily, “Yeah. After I fainted, they’ve been ringing more and more frequently. Louder now too. Alvaro says is post-concussion syndrome, that I’ll just have to suffer through until it heals on its own.”

I shrugged the shoulder not pressed against George’s side.

“Could be worse, I ‘spose.”

And George, he squeezed my hand tightly, tight enough to whiten the skin of his knuckles whilst he just nodded in retort. He kept quiet for a long while after.

It was just as the familiar hill, the villa hid behind, came into view that he spoke up again.

“Reckon we’ve got time for one more question. Your go, ain’t it?”

I glanced up at him, it was late and the stars were out, being stood there with him brought back a lot of emotions. Memories of us in Denise’s back garden, on the curb outside my house when I’d locked us out, in the backseat of his tiny Corsa, curled up on the grassy fields behind the school...

"Instead of a question, can I have a promise?”

“Isn’t that a question in itself?” He teased, but must’ve seen the look on my face because he was quickly nodding, “Yeah, you can have a promise, Birdie.”

It was an effort to tear my gaze away from his, but I couldn’t just ask and risk seeing his reaction if it went wrong.

We’d long since stopped walking, so I took a deep breath and felt his hand squeeze mine again. “Can you just promise me that tomorrow, when you’re sober and had time to sleep on it, that you’ll finally consider telling me everything?”

His breath hitched at my words and I forced my eyes to find the floor.

“And when I say everything, George, I really mean it. Even the stuff that hurts. Especially the stuff that hurts.”

George didn’t reply straight away. Actually I’m not sure how much time passed before I felt his fingertips skim the skin of my jaw, drawing my gaze back.

He looked so serious when my eyes found his and for a moment everything fell away. The resentment I held, the struggle to heal, the cold that had long since wrapped its way around my fragile heart.

“I can make that promise.”

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aebock · 7 months

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Sarcastic love prompts

Here are some sarcastic love dialogue prompts for characters with a witty edge: Character A: "You know, I tolerate you more than anyone else." Character B: "Aw, same here. We're practically soulmates." Character A: "You're not as annoying as usual today." Character B: "Wow, that's the nicest thing you've said to me all week." Character A: "I guess you're okay... in small doses." Character B: "Likewise. I can only handle your sarcasm in moderation." Character A: "I love how you never take anything seriously." Character B: "Well, life's too short to be serious all the time, right?" Character A: "You're like a fine wine – an acquired taste." Character B: "And you're like that rare, exotic cheese that nobody's quite sure about but secretly loves." Character A: "You're the least terrible option available." Character B: "I'll take that as a compliment." Character A: "You're the only one who can put up with my nonsense." Character B: "It's a special skill, really." Character A: "I guess you're not entirely insufferable." Character B: "High praise coming from you." Character A: "You make my life... slightly less unbearable." Character B: "Well, that's something, I guess." Character A: "You drive me crazy, you know." Character B: "Likewise. But it's a good kind of crazy." Character A: "You're like a sarcastic unicorn in a world of boring horses." Character B: "And you're the rainbow that follows me around." Character A: "I wouldn't say I like you, but I don't actively dislike you." Character B: "That's basically a love confession, right?"

#sarcasm #love prompts #dialogue prompt #sarcastic lover

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nokingsonlyfooles · 2 months

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How D'ya Like THEM Apples?

So, trying the decriminalized mushrooms in tiny doses for the ADHD (because, in my particular situation, going to a doctor for this might be hazardous to my health in general). The first time I took them before bed, with chocolate, and that upset my stomach a little so I decided to take them with breakfast like they suggested in the instructions (not really a breakfast person). Not an improvement, they upset my stomach more and made me anxious all day yesterday. Can't know if I'm getting used to them or I need to figure out the best way to take them.

Still slightly anxious today, but able to roll with it.

So, here's the deal. A while back, the spouse and I discussed what the prompt "imagine an apple" gets you, in your brain. He can imagine an apple at will. I found out, I can't. I need context. What's it for? Do you want my culture's Platonic ideal of "apple" or are you going to the store and you need to know what's a good one to buy? Do I need to get taste and texture involved here or is it more like set dressing? With some context, I can kinda get you an apple, but it's indistinct.

And I thought, "Ahaaa! That's that 'imagination deficit' they want to see to diagnose the autism. That's what that is! I can't cough up unlimited specific apples without specific contexts for each one, and even then it's not so good!"

But, after that first microdose, while heading off to sleep, I thought to myself, to pass the time, "Hey, wonder if I can imagine an apple any better?" And, uh, I COULD? Unlimited specific apples, no context. I mentioned that to the spouse, and he said, "Can you still do it now?" And, yes. Yes I can. +/-36 hours away from the second tiny dose of mushroom, and I can give you unlimited specific apples, if you need me to imagine that for some reason.

And... It kinda feels nonsensical that I couldn't do that before? Yeah, apples. There's lots. Just pick one. But I know I couldn't. Not even for the sake of a person who would be satisfied with any imaginary apple. Like, I could imagine the shittiest apple and that would be fine, it would be a judgment free zone! But I remember I couldn't do it. I needed a better prompt.

That thing with the apples is not something I've heard about for ADHD, but I did just barely get an internet diagnosis on that (thanks, @kithpendragon), and I only ordered the stuff because my THC vendor has it. I need the THC to keep from waking up from the edge of sleep with a gasp and heart palpitations, fearing to be harmed. If you spend $200 and stock up, they send you more THC as a surprise! That's a good deal! I like not having panic attacks! For months at a time! I'm not liking the stomach ache and anxiety from the mushrooms, but this thing with the apples makes me feel functional and cool. I don't wanna lose that!

I'm kinda concerned I'm gonna end up doing a real Flowers for Algernon here if I can't tolerate the mushrooms, or they go illegal again because politics. Like, I'm not sure how well the brain differences will play with my creativity and productivity. I need to draw things and go shopping and make dinner, ya know? Lots of different stuff. I seem to be able to do laundry and write a long-ass Tumblr post, but I need long-term data on that. In any case, five days a week is the maximum recommended dose and I gotta take breaks or I'll build up a tolerance.

I may end up looking forward to my meds like that one Tumblrite in my feed the other day, even if they make my stomach hurt! Or I may end up trading one kind of imagination for another and going back and forth indefinitely. I'd prefer the former, but I gotta wait and see.😅

#adhd #autism #anxiety #mushrooms #totally not a doctor this is just my experience #unlimited specific apples are mine!#for now!

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coffeefrenchandhistory · 7 months

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The love potions headcanon and why Ginny used them

So. We all know what love potions are, in the HP universe. They are potions which can cause obsession, or infatuation, in the drinker with the person who gave it to them. And of all the love potions out there, none are more powerful than Amortentia.

This is important for us to know, since Amortentia is the strongest of the love potions, it implies there are weaker or less powerful forms of the potion as well. What would very likely be aphrodisiacs.

Before Half-Blood Prince, here's what we know about love potions (bolded for emphasis):

"My friendly, card-carrying cupids!” beamed Lockhart. “They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn’t stop here! I’m sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion! And while you’re at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I’ve ever met, the sly old dog!" — Chamber of Secrets

They [Ron and Harry] headed down to breakfast, where Mr. Weasley was reading the front page of the Daily Prophet with a furrowed brow and Mrs. Weasley was telling Hermione and Ginny about a love potion she’d made as a young girl. All three of them were rather giggly. — Prisoner of Azkaban

"She's really ugly," says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd be well up to making a Love Potion, she's quite brainy. I think that’s how she’s doing it." Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts, and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims. In the meantime, Harry Potter’s well-wishers must hope that, next time, he bestows his heart on a worthier candidate. — Goblet of Fire

And then we get to Half-Blood Prince. Where potions, but specifically love potions, take center-stage. In the course of the book, we see:

Merope Gaunt use a love potion on Tom Riddle Sr to steal him away from Cecelia, his fiancée;

Romilda Vane attempt to dose Harry with love potions in chocolate (and that love potions grow in strength the longer they sit, as what happens when Ron eats the chocolate instead of Harry)

The Weasley twins sell love potions in their shop in Diagon Alley.

And most importantly, Horace Slughorn introduces not just love potions to the class, but as well introduces the class — and us by extension — to Amortentia. The strongest love potion there is in the Wizarding world.

I'm not alone in saying that the Harry/Ginny relationship came out of nowhere. There was no real build-up to it from a Doylist perspective. Harry interacts with Ginny in Chamber of Secrets, barely at all in Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire, and only really starts to have any kind of interaction in Order of the Phoenix. She's in one book, all but disappears for two more, and then only starts having any kind of interaction with Harry in the fifth book.

It's a very sudden thing, Harry falling for Ginny.

Then there's the "monster in his chest" nonsense.

Yeah. Unfortunately we have to talk about it. I don't like it, but we do.

Compare and contrast Harry's crush on Cho, which we see in Prisoner of Azkaban, versus what we see for Harry regarding Ginny in Half Blood Prince.

Prisoner of Azkaban (emphasis bolded):

They walked out onto the pitch to tumultuous applause. The Ravenclaw team, dressed in blue, were already standing in the middle of the pitch. Their Seeker, Cho Chang, was the only girl in their team. She was shorter than Harry by about a head, and Harry couldn’t help noticing, nervous as he was, that she was extremely pretty. She smiled at Harry as the teams faced each other behind their captains, and he felt a slight jolt in the region of his stomach that he didn’t think had anything to do with nerves.

Half-Blood Prince (emphasis bolded):

Harry hardly noticed the sound of shattering glass; he felt dis- oriented, dizzy; being struck by a lightning bolt must be something like this. It’s just because she’s Ron’s sister, he told himself. You just didn’t like seeing her kissing Dean because she’s Ron’s sister.... But unbidden into his mind came an image of that same deserted corridor with himself kissing Ginny instead... The monster in his chest purred... but then he saw Ron ripping open the tapestry curtain and drawing his wand on Harry, shouting things like “betrayal of trust”... “supposed to be my friend”... “D’you think Hermione did snog Krum?” Ron asked abruptly, as they approached the Fat Lady. Harry gave a guilty start and wrenched his imagination away from a corridor in which no Ron intruded, in which he and Ginny were quite alone —

It's night and day. Cho is butterflies in his stomach, nervousness, apprehension even. Noticing that she was "extremely pretty". With Ginny? It's quite different. And sure, you could make the excuse of it just being age, but throughout HBP we see repeated and repeated reference to the "monster in his chest", of wanting to take Ginny in a very intimate manner. It's a very specific reference. Later on that page, how Harry wants to rip Dean limb from limb.

Now, I've been a teenage boy. And in all of the crushes I've had, I've never wanted to rip the boyfriend of the girl I might be interested in "limb from limb". I might be jealous, sure, or even a bit put out that he's getting to experience what I would want to — but what Harry is going through reads far more like obsession. Harry is infatuated with being with Ginny. Having her with him. Imagining all the intimate moments between them, with no one interrupting. And it comes all out of a sudden. Even Harry is surprised by the feeling.

But Josh, you might be saying! Love potions cause the person to act like an idiot! We see this with Ron!

Incorrect, but points for attention! The experience you're referring to is when Ron Weasley ate the chocolates that Romilda gave to Harry which were laced in love potion. Which had been sitting in Harry's trunk for months, stewing and growing in strength (but also, gross, Harry). Which implies, or outright states, that love potions have a more subtle approach to how they interact with the consumer. Like a boiling the frog approach.

But Josh, you might be saying again! Why would Ginny use a love potion? She was pretty, she was popular, all the boys wanted her!

Yes, she is. Even Blaise Zabini, a noted blood purist in Slytherin, notes that Ginny is attractive.

"I never really gave up on you," she [Ginny] said. "Not really. I always hoped... Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more - myself." "Smart girl, that Hermione," said Harry, trying to smile. "I just wish I'd asked you sooner. We could've had ages... months... years maybe..." "But you've been too busy saving the Wizarding world," said Ginny half laughing. "Well... I can't say I'm surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much." — Half-Blood Prince, Ch. 30 (pp 647, US edition)

It's a very weird thing to say. "You wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort". Either Ginny meant that she knows Harry has something hanging over his head that he has to deal with or it'll ruin his life, or she knows the Boy-Who-Lived is a Dark Lord Vanquisher™ from the stories she read about as a child.

But it's the first line she says that solidifies it for me.

"I never really gave up on you".

Even after dating Michael Corner and Dean Thomas, even after being involved with these boys for months, she never gave up on Harry. She effectively strung Michael and Dean along in the hopes Harry would realize his feelings for her. Hermione most likely wanted Ginny to date someone, and realize that her crush on Harry was a silly childhood crush. She strung those two boys along in the hopes that Harry felt something for her too. And when he didn't appear to, when he didn't seem to reciprocate, well... her brothers sell love potions in Diagon Alley.

And remember that Ginny Weasley was browsing the love potions section of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in HBP and asked Fred if they worked.

Near the window was an array of violently pink products around which a cluster of excited girls was giggling enthusiastically. Hermi- one and Ginny both hung back, looking wary. “There you go,” said Fred proudly. “Best range of love potions you’ll find anywhere.” Ginny raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Do they work?” she asked. “Certainly they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time de- pending on the weight of the boy in question —” “— and the attractiveness of the girl,” said George, reappearing suddenly at their side. “But we’re not selling them to our sister,” he added, becoming suddenly stern, “not when she’s already got about five boys on the go from what we’ve —”

Ginny had basically set her sights on the Boy-Who-Lived since before she even met him. The moment she found out that Harry was going to Hogwarts, and was on the train, she wanted to see him like he was a thing at a zoo. And yes, sure, we can excuse that as her being 10 years old. But it's still not a great start for the relationship.

Harry is great when it comes to dealing with something in front of him. A villainous professor, a basilisk, dementors, dragons, Death Eaters in the Ministry. But someone surreptitiously dripping something into his pumpkin juice? Harry's not Mad-Eye Moody, he's not paranoia made flesh. He wouldn't think someone would be so bold as to try that.

And Ginny Weasley was plenty bold.

#personal #Harry Potter headcanon #meta commentary #Harry Potter meta commentary #love potions

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brightgnosis · 4 months

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1, 7, 13 for the asks! 🩶

Well hello, there! I don't think I recognize your username! Welcome to my blog 💜 It's very nice to meet you!

1. Were you born into your faith? If not, how did you discover it? (from here)

I was not! I was actually raised Mormon by a Mormon Mother and a Lutheran Father. I left the Church shortly after I was Baptized, after finding RavenWolf's strain of NeoWicca before my Baptism, due to an experience I had during my Baptism.

As for how I got here today, being Dual Faith Jewish and Cunningham NeoWiccan, that's a very long, meandering journey of nonsense and exploration, and trusting my Spirits and my Gut- with a heavy dose of also finding out a lot of things my family told me growing up were lies; it was a bit of a messy journey. But all the best ones are, I think.

7. What does your ideal altar look like?

Answered here already!

13. What are some devotional acts you actively engage in?

Daily Prayer.

Attempting to follow the ideology of "100 Blessings a Day".

Regular Synagogue attendance (both online and in person) whenever possible.

Weekly Incense and Wine offerings to the Ancestors.

Celebrating my Holidays in what ways I can.

Study and research as much and as often as possible.

#waywardpoint #Answered Asks #2023 Asks #2023 #Polytheist Ask Game #Ask Games #A Direct Look At My Practice #Witchy Asks #Witchcraft Asks

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salenakingston · 1 year

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Re-Kindling

Another year, and the holidays are upon us. Hey @starlight-moth, you were my giftee! I heard your call for some fluffy lewvithur and was happy to deliver. I believe a dose of holiday fluff is perfect. I hope you like your gift!

Snow seldom fell in Tempo, but when it did, it was truly a sight to behold. White covered the ground, both a blessing and a curse for its residents. There was no denying the beauty that came with the blanket of snow, and what joy it could bring to those able to withstand the cold, but there were also risks. Ice for those on the roads, winds biting through even the thickest winter-wear, and the chance for power to flicker.

Thankfully, none of these were an issue for the blond making his way to his iconic van. “Their” van if you asked Vivi, but she wasn’t here right now.

The sun hung in the sky, light reflecting off the surface of the untouched snow covering the broken cars of the junkyard and few patches of foliage surrounding Kingsmen Mechanics. The only place seeming to be untouched was the large lot, asphalt on full display. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Jagged lines of white where the snow had seeped into the cracks, a reminder of what had occurred in this very spot not too long ago.

Perhaps they should look at finally getting that fixed. Well, a problem for another time. It wasn’t hindering work, and while the whole experience was not exactly “pleasant”, it was in the past. It wasn’t going to bother him.

Not today.

Arthur climbed into the front seat of the vehicle, pulled out of said lot, and began down the road to his destination. Well, first stop towards their destination. Vivi and Mystery would be waiting for him, and what kind of ‘knight’ would he be if he didn’t come to gather a waiting lady? The van might not have made for a noble steed, but considering all it had been through, none of the crew could deny its durability.

The drive was short, at least compared to the one that awaited them after this detour. The bluenette stood outside her home, ‘pet dog’ at her side. Yeah, wasn’t that quite the twist? No animosity was given to him, having been just as much a victim as everyone else. Truth be told, he was probably just as glad to have everything wrapped up as the rest of them were.

Speaking of being wrapped up, a grin crossed over the blond’s face at the red bow tied along with his usual collar. A light laugh escaped him when the dog hopped into the seat, Vivi following shortly behind him.

Seeing the bluenette as bundled up as she was was an amusing sight as well. Even when winter wasn’t being taken into account, her go-to outfit consisted of a sweater, scarf, and socks that covered up most of her legs. If anything, the only part of it that didn’t make sense was the skirt. Safe to say though, she was colder than most. Seeing her wear more in winter, something that was her element (HA) made the laugh rumble more in his chest.

One could say they were both wrapped for the occasion.

Arthur’s giggle session was broken by a playful shove from Vivi, “What’s so funny, huh?”

“Are you the gifts?”

“We just might be. You got a problem with that Kingsmen?” There was no bite to her words, a smile covering her face despite pretending to be offended.

“Oh no. Not at all. He’ll be over the moon.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re quite the catch yourself.”

That caught him a little off guard. His gaze instinctively turned away from her, “Oh, I don’t know about that…” At least that reaction wasn’t too unexpected. Relationships were messy, especially when the events were still fresh in all their minds. The saying goes that “time heals all wounds.” What a flawed saying, yet right in some cases. ‘Heals’ was not the right word, but happiness had blossomed into their lives, just as it had once been.

And there would be none of this nonsense today.

Not today.

“Sure you are. Just let me tie a few bows on you and we’d make a set.”

“Don’t you dare Vivi.”

“Watch me!”

While the two humans bantered, the beast sitting between them felt his eyelids close, leaving a deadpan expression. It was more of an instant reaction, being stuck between two friends having fun teasing one another. His expression didn’t last long, finding a smile curling along his muzzle. This kind of light-hearted interaction had been missed, and a welcome addition back into their lives. He uttered a small yawn, lowering himself to his stomach against the seat. Might as well get a little nap while waiting for them to leave.

This back and forth went on for a few more minutes before Vivi reminded Arthur of their schedule. Neither of them would want to keep the third (or rather fourth if you counted Mystery) of their crew. Arthur shifted in his seat, proper posture returning as he got the van started. One small jerk later and the trio were on the road again. The van sped towards the outskirts of Tempo, and soon enough, left it entirely.

Vivi found herself gazing out the window, watching the town grow smaller and smaller, up until it disappeared from view entirely.

A comfortable silence fell over the van, Arthur keeping his attention on the road, Mystery keeping to his nap relatively well, and Vivi idly playing with a loose end of the ribbon. The highway was the same sight for miles, at least until it wasn’t. The familiar dirt road lined with twisted trees made the van bob up and down. Mystery woke with a slight grumble, but was quickly forgotten in favor of watching out the window with Vivi.

There, on the horizon was a familiar mansion.

One that certainly looked better than it had the first time around, though that wasn’t saying much. The purple glow was still present, even matching the now setting sun in the sky. Black stone shaped the outer walls, though the one set of windows which were once boarded up were on full display. Its windows now matched the others, making the whole home look more uniform. Brightly colored lights lined the roof, their glow not as strong so long as the sun was still present.

It was nice to see his home fixed up and festive. Now if only he could do it to the rest of the wilderness.

The van parked outside the front steps, just as it had many times before. And just like always, two were eager to hop out while one took a moment, sitting with his hands still on the wheel. A nervous feeling always rested under the surface, one that never got any easier. All of them knew some things took longer to recover from than others. This was simply one of them.

Vivi’s offered hand to his now opened door broke the spell, loosening his grip, and taking her offer. One shut door and locked van later, the three stood in front of the entrance doors… doors that slowly opened on their own. Deep breath and they stepped forward.

SLAM!

Darkness surrounded them save for the warm light of sunset shining through the windows. A bright purple flame danced in front of their eyes, inviting them inside. It glided through the air, perching on a candle wick… the others following in line as each came to life. What once left a sense of unease was replaced with a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The gentle hum of the deadbeats rang through the hall, more multicolored lights mixing with the glow of purple flames. The only thing that remained the same was Vivi’s eyes, starlit with wonder at the sight greeting them.

Three deadbeats showed themselves, one happy to take their coats, another began to guide them down the hall, and the final one was content to curl itself around Arthur’s neck. He presumed they preferred doing this with him over Vivi as a means of apology. He wished they would understand it was no longer necessary.

So many smells hit them at once the further down the hall they went.

Arthur and Vivi’s heads turned to one another, matching smiles fixing to their faces. One step into the kitchen and they were practically assaulted by his talents. Skull swiveled in place, eye sockets closing in pure joy at the sight of them, “You’re here!”

“Hey Lew. It all smells so good. You sure you didn’t make too much?”

There was a reason for Vivi’s question. It was just the four of them, and if you wanted to get really technical, the undead among them didn’t have to eat. Even then it was practically a feast! The rest of Lewis’ body turned around, matching the same direction of his head. His hands came up, the tips of his index fingers tapping together, “I guess I just got a little too excited. On the bright side, there’s plenty for another day and I can send some back to your families.”

“Don’t forget your’s too, Lew.”

“Of course not Vivi.”

Arthur had stepped to the side of Lewis while the other two conversed, tilting his head slightly. The sweater where his usual suit would be was not unusual, but what were were the ribbons and bells somehow hanging from his flame hair. Then again Lewis was a ghost so who knew how things really worked with him. Metal arm reached up, lightly batting at a couple of the bells, “Cute look Lewis. Your sisters have something to do with this?”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“They absolutely did.”

There was a light laugh coming from the big man, the other two soon following suit. All three worked together to bring his creations to the living room, a large coffee table resting in front of a burning fire. An orange glow encapsulated the room, the darkness of night now blanketing the sky, only dotted by the light of the moon and stars. The crackle of flames broke the silence, one of the deadbeats adding a fresh log into the pile.

Laughter and conversation livened the room more than it already was. There was an energy between them, a fire resparked from long ago. Lewis found himself watching the other two, so animated in their movements and expressions. It was times like these that he was almost alive again. The skeletal form melted away, leaving skin and normal looking hair. The only hint to his ghostly state being the black sclera of his eyes.

He had missed this.

Today was a special day, far more than any others since that incident. It was a time for them to come together and share in the company of one another.

Eventually, the three found themselves in close proximity to one another, Lewis wrapping his large arms around both of them. Arthur and Vivi in turn found themselves resting comfortably along his chest. Their peaceful moment was broken only by the soft jingle of bells when a blanket was draped over the trio. Mystery grinned before resting near Vivi’s side, head laying against his front paws. A soft sigh escaped from Lewis as he adjusted the blanket to fit over them.

Things would never be the same again.

But despite the wounds of the past, they were mended, just as was the beating anchor attached above his heart. It beat in time to their combined heartbeats. Together again…

Just as it was meant to be.

#my writing #mystery skulls animated #msaholidayspirits2022

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higherthan-orions-belt · 8 months

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In an unusual style I am contemplating the growth I have experienced in the last couple years. When I reflect on a larger scale, it is even more overwhelming.

In 2018 I came on here and broadcasted my entire psychotic break to the world. I messaged strangers on Instagram thousands of times. To call it a prophecy only takes into account the way it felt. To call it nonsense is much more accurate, however it takes away from how powerful and all-knowing it felt.

Anyways, that psychotic break lasted about 6 months. I couldn't really read or write. What I did read had meanings only I could derive, what I did write only I could follow. I was catatonic for a period. I felt like people were following me and talking to me through the walls. The visual hallucinations were mostly terrifying and I couldn't leave the house or drive. I fought.

In 2021, I got a job working in mental health. I was on close to the maximum dose of Seroquel and it was exhausting. I could navigate my world without irrational paranoia and hallucinations, but at a serious cost. I still couldn't read. I couldn't write poetry. I had no creative bone and I felt like a dried up lake. I reflect on this period with pride. I counseled others experiencing what I did and it helped them, despite the serious symptoms I was battling.

I eventually succumbed to a severe bipolar depression with again, psychotic features. I came off Seroquel because I simply couldn't function anymore, and I decided I'd rather be psychotic and living than mentally sound and dead. I am honestly proud of that decision, although it came at a serious cost.

I was in the hospital and I refused to take Seroquel no matter how much it was pushed down my throat. I screamed that I deserved to live and function like my previous normal, all the way back in 2016. I got to a partial hospitalization program (PHP) where someone finally believed me. They believed I could function at a higher level and they carried me there with a new antipsychotic and therapy.

While I was in the PHP and as I stabilized on my new medication, I could read again. It was really hard but I could. I used all my brainpower to study for the GRE. I eventually applied to a prestigious university in my town, writing a beautiful essay, and I got in. I never ever visualized what it would be like to achieve this goal. I don't even know where this goal came from. Frankly, I feel like it was a whirlwind and now I'm here, fighting this feeling of not belonging.

Today I will finish my first week of classes for my Master's degree. I am studying policy analytics. I love math and the words being spoken to me don't sound like a jumbled mess. I can read and remember what I just read. I can write for a diverse audience and give presentations. I feel like I don't belong but I do. I pressed through something many people will simply never have to, and I'm fucking proud.

I write all this to say that we get better. To the girl who didn't know if people would ever understand her again but pressed on like God had sent her, thank you. To the girl who took a job in mental health and fought for her right to think straight and not be psychotic, thank you. To the girl who wrote that beautiful essay and used her last brain cell to study for the GRE, thank you. I am here now because I worked so fucking hard to be well and I can finally say it. I am not only well, but I'm working toward a goal I never could have dreamed of being permitted to achieve.

There are so many people who wanted the seat I have now. There are so many people who had this dream and aren't living it. I am living this dream because I am fucking worth it. My skills, my resiliency, my strength, all of it is why I am here. I write this to remind myself, and the future Julia, you fucking belong and you are here to fulfill your purpose. It will be hard some days, but keep pressing on like God sent you. Do it for the Julia that could hardly read and studied for the GRE anyway. The girl who fought for purpose in darkness, having no idea the light that would come.

#julias #personal #bipolar disorder #mental illness #we get better #reflection #essay

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harleybeaumont · 2 years

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Shut Up And Dance With Me

One Shot from - Love Me The Way I Am

Book - TRR AU one shot

Pairings- Maxwell x MC (Harley)

Synopsis - Maxwell and Harley have a dance party in Ramsford late one night.

A/N- This is from my story Love Me The Way I Am, between Part 1 and Part 2 (which will be out soon!) You don’t need to have read my fic in order to enjoy this one shot. ❤️

A/N 2- Every time I hear this song it makes me think of Maxwell, so I knew this story had to be written! There’s a nice dose of Maxwell’s sweet soul and endearing nonsense.🥰

🎵 🎶 Song Inspiration- Shut Up And Dance by Walk The Moon (listen to it here!😊)

Warnings- just a bit of language, but mostly fluff

Word Count- 2,580

*I’m tagging some people who have read LMTWIA before or who I think might be interested in this! Don’t feel obligated to read! ❤️

Lyrics will appear in bold.

Shut Up And Dance With Me!

11:00 pm and here I am thinking about her again. Not like it’s an uncommon thing for me. She occupies my brain nearly twenty four hours a day. Though, not only my brain.. I finally know what they meant by someone taking over your mind, body, and soul. That’s Harley Hughes, alright. My Harley.

I pull out my phone, rereading the texts from today, the cute little emojis and ‘I love you’s’ filling my heart with nearly unbearable joy. I never thought someone would love me the way she does. Through all my flaws.. my idiocy, my impulsiveness, my ‘through the roof’ energy. She loves me through it all. And God, I love her.

I sigh and put my phone away. How can you already miss someone who you just saw two hours ago? Ugh, tomorrow morning can't come soon enough. I think I’ll make her breakfast. Even though we both suck at cooking, we have a lot of fun trying. Harley burns nearly everything she touches, and for some reason, I never cook anything long enough. Most mornings we end up eating cereal.

A knock at the door causes me to nearly drop the phone on my face as I’m laying in bed. Yes, I was reading her texts again. God, I’m so far gone.

I open the door and standing before me is my beautiful goddess, wearing a backless dress and some beat up sneaks. Her face has been scrubbed clean of all her makeup and her long brown hair is pulled back in a messy bun. She’s absolutely gorgeous. I feel my heart jumping out of my chest as she smiles at me.

“Hey!” Harley throws herself against me and hugs me tightly. God she smells so good. Like honeysuckle and cupcakes all mixed together. Note to self: Try to make honeysuckle cupcakes one day.

“I missed you!” She says blushing. “I know it’s stupid to talk about missing someone when you literally just saw them a couple hours ago but-”

I grab her hand and bring her toward me for a kiss, cutting her off. “I missed you too, beautiful.”

She blushes and I’m sure I am too. No one has ever had that effect on me. Maxwell Beaumont has always been cool as a cucumber, but with her.. I’m anything but.

“Do you wanna come in?” I open the door wider and step back.

She smiles and says, “I have a better idea! If you’re up for it.”

I am officially intrigued and one hundred percent up for anything and everything this woman wants to do. “Hell yes!”

“You don't wanna know what it is first?”

I shrug, “Are you gonna be there?”

“Yesss.”

“Then I’m up for it! It doesn't matter what it is, as long as I get to be near you,” I say and she blushes again. God, I’ll never get tired of seeing her like that.

“Then throw some shoes on and let’s go to the ballroom.”

I gasp. “The ballroom?” I think I know where this is going! “You don’t mean.. Impromptu dance party?!?!”

Harley giggles, “Let’s go and you’ll find out!” She loves dancing almost as much as I do, even trying to learn some break dancing moves for me. No one ever gave a shit about that before. Harley is my discotheque, Juliette, teenage dream.

I’m wearing sweatpants and a white undershirt and Bertrand would be mortified if he knew I came downstairs dressed in anything so casual.. Even though no one is here besides us. I could run through the halls naked and no one would know. And believe me, I’ve done it. It was so freeing until I crashed into one of the housekeepers who was working late. But that’s a humiliating story for another time. “Shouldn't I change?”

“No way! We’re being spontaneous, Max!” She grabs a pair of tennis shoes from my closet and starts putting them on my feet. It would probably seem silly to most people, but the gesture makes me fall for her a little more. I may be a grown man, but it’s really nice to have someone want to take care of you every once in a while. “There.” She looks up from the ground in front of me, and my breath catches, just like the first time I made eye contact with that beautiful waitress in New York. I swear even back then, I felt it in my chest as she looked at me. And nothing has changed.

I pull her up and we make our way down the stairs, trying and failing not to giggle at the thought of waking up Bertrand. Although it is Wednesday night.. He’s probably watching his telenovelas.

Harley pauses outside of the door to the ballroom and tells me to wait as she slips inside. Suddenly I see neon lights from under the crack in the door and hear music blasting. Oh my god she planned this! She actually planned this for me! I am trying my hardest not to cry.

“Ta-daaa!” She throws open the doors dramatically and part of the ballroom is lit up like a middle school dance. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life! Strobing neon lights and streamers adorn a corner of the ballroom. But the best sight is Harley giving me that bright, hopeful smile. From the moment I first saw that smile directed at me, I knew we were bound to be together.. Well at least I hoped we would be!

She took my arm and pulled me inside, smiling brightly. “What do you think?”

Damn it, I’m crying. Why am I such a fucking crybaby? “Harley.. Did you do all this yourself?”

“Of course I did! Although I don't know how it happened so smoothly! I had to sneak all this stuff past Bertrand when he was in his study!”

“I’m truly in shock.” I say as I grab her hand, leading her toward the dance floor and the flashing lights..

We took the floor and she said, “I know it’s kinda corny, but is it.. ok?

“Okay!?!?! It’s the best damn thing anyone has ever done for me!”

Though it’s hard to tell through the strobing neon lights, I see a slight blush tint her beautiful cheeks and I stoop down to kiss them.

She closes her eyes and smiles. “So.. what are we waiting for?”

The music is calling me and I feel it in my bones. Harley has already started swaying her hips and places my hands against them. She gets up on her toes and gives me a heated kiss that I feel all the way down to my... feet. Uh, ya my feet. Try to keep your mind PG tonight, Maxwell!

I’m so wrapped up in her that I almost forget to close the ballroom doors.. Don’t want Bertrand to hear the music and ruin everything. I pull away from her and she grabs my hands, pulling me back as she stares into my eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. “Oh, don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me.” She brought my hands behind her and placed them onto that amazing ass.. So much for PG thoughts!

I gulp. “Um, no problem there.” Why was I even looking away in the first place? No idea.

Harley asked if I could show her some break dancing moves. Oh yes.. My time to shine. They don't call me ‘secret agent break dance’ for nothing. Or maybe it’s just me who says that. Aaaanyway..

I drop down to the floor and bust a move like there’s no tomorrow! Handstands, flips, spins.. And that one move I trademarked that got me the gold in the European Breakdancing Championship. I call it ‘The Squid’s Justice’. Ya, that one nearly gave me a concussion the first fifty times I tried it. Bertrand forbade me from ever doing it again, but what he doesn’t know wont hurt him. The whole point is that your arms and legs are spinning so quickly that you can't tell how many limbs you have and you kinda look like a squid. Ya, it’s bad ass.

“Oh my god, Max!” Harley gasps as I perfectly execute ‘The Squid’s Justice’. In your face, Bertrand! “That looks way too hard for me to do! I’ll just stick to shaking my ass!”

“Hey, you know I’ll never object to that!” I laugh but I am one hundred percent truthful. That ass is.. Muah! Chefs kiss.

Harley slowly drops down to the floor, making eye contact with me over her shoulder. I’m trying to keep my cool and not let her see how much it affected me. Maybe if I tease her, I can get her to do it again. I said, “You’re holding back, Harley. I’ve seen you go even lower at the club.”

She laughs, seeing completely through me as usual. “I know what you’re doing!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” I lie, trying to keep a straight face.

Harley gives me a smirk. “Maxwell..” she said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

I grab her hand and twirl her while she laughs. I love seeing her let loose and dance with abandon. I watch her spinning and jumping around, the loud music and the strobing lights surround her, and my heart swells. How did I ever find someone so perfect? This woman is my destiny.

I lift Harley off of the ground and she squeals, clinging to my shirt like I’m going to drop her. There’s no way. If I ever felt like I was going to drop her, I’d do the chivalrous thing and let her fall on top of me to cushion her fall. Maxwell Beaumont was raised to be a gentleman, after all.

I grab her from behind and lift her and she spreads her arms out dramatically. She said, “Woohoo! I’m queen of the world!”

I can’t help but laugh. She is just the best, most ridiculous person ever. Well, maybe the second most ridiculous person. But that’s another reason why I love her. “You know that’s not the exact quote, Harley. It’s actually I’m king of the world!”

“Oh my god, Maxwell just shut up and dance with me!” She shimmies towards me then drops into an ungraceful cartwheel. “You think you can keep up with this?” She is clearly trying to hide her laughter.

It’s hard not to crack up at that display, but I try to keep a serious expression. “Oh, come on girl, you ain't seen nothing yet!”

We take turns twirling each other and laughing and having the best time ever. Her messy bun has almost completely fallen out and her wavy locks cascade across her shoulders and over the bare back of her dress. I dip her and look deep in her eyes, and the love I see is almost too much to bear. Those eyes that I always feared would never see me the way she sees me, are looking at me the way no one has before. Those eyes that I always imagined would look at Liam with that much adoration, are locked on mine. She’s here, not looking at The King, but the Court Jester. Sometimes it’s surreal to think she wants to be with me.

When I pull her close and close my eyes, I swear I think I see the future. My future. Our future. Up until I met Harley, I didn’t give a crap about my future. I was always just living for the moment, partying, and had basically given up on ever having a relationship. But now I'm dancing with the love of my life.. And hopefully I’ll get to dance with her every day for the rest of my life.

We dance into the night, and I see Harley is starting to fade. And I’d never let on, but so am I. Even ‘secret agent break dance’ needs to rest every now and then! I realize this is my last chance to show off an epic move before both of us pass out, so I’m bringing out the big guns. We’re about to go full on Dirty Dancing in here.

“Baby, get ready for the lift!” I yell and Harley gives me a confused look.

“The lift! Come on Baby, Johnny’s got you!”

“Oh god, Max are you sure?!” She quirks an eyebrow.

“Am I sure? Am I sure?! Listen, nobody puts Baby in a corner!”

She puts her hand on her forehead like she always does when she's worried. “Max, that has absolutely nothing to do with what I just asked-”

“Get ready!” I jog backwards and hold my arms out. I’m gonna Patrick Swayze the hell out of this.

Harley looks scared as hell, but God love her, she still runs at me full steam, pausing just in front of me to leap. I grab her waist and lift her straight over my head, and for a few glorious seconds she is hoisted in the air, arms spread wide like an eagle in flight. The clouds part as the angels sing ‘Time of My Life’, and even Patrick Swayze himself descends from the heavens to give me a thumbs up.

But.. apparently to do a lift you need a lot of upper arm strength. I started wobbling and she took my arm, trying to hold on for dear life.

Oh my god, we’re going down! I don’t know how it happened.. Ok ya, I do. I skipped ‘arm day’ at the gym a few too many times.. Ok, I don’t go to the gym. I get these guns from break dancing.

Before I know it, we’re both crashing unceremoniously to the ground. And of course I allow myself to cushion her fall. Didn’t I say I would?! We both stare at each other for a moment before Harley starts laughing hysterically. Yes, my pride is wounded, but that laugh is contagious and soon I’m joining in. Despite crashing to the floor, this has been one of the best nights of my life.

Harley stands and pulls me to my feet, still chuckling. “Come on, babe. We definitely need to end on a better note than that!”

I rub my back and smile at her. “You’re so right. Sorry I’m such an idiot!”

She gives me that warning look and I backtrack. “Ok, sorry.. I’m not an idiot! I know I’m not supposed to say that word anymore.”

“None of those self-deprecating words!” She chides me. She’s so cute when she looks angry. Her cute little nose wrinkles and I just have to kiss it.

“I love you, Harley Quinn.” I kiss her forehead, nose, and lips.

She grabbed my hand and led me back toward the flashing lights. We took the floor and she said with a grin, “I love you too, my handsome Joker. Now let’s finish up with a freestyle!”

We both bust out our best and worst dance moves, laughing into the night. And at that moment, nothing in the world could make me happier.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Oh, don't you dare look back

Just keep your eyes on me"

I said, "You're holding back"

She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"

This woman is my destiny

She said, "Ohh hoo

Shut up and dance!"

"Don't you dare look back

Just keep your eyes on me"

I said, "You're holding back"

She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"

This woman is my destiny

She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo

Shut up and dance with me”

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fanfics will be tagged like "cioccolata isnt trans because i dont care about him"

i care about you cioccolata ill trans your gender king

#i posted this in the jojo server im in a while ago but i remembered it today and wanted to post so #heres your dose of my nonsense today #my wifi's been out but shes back now #cioccolata #the world: talk time #golden wind #jjba

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Tiny Vol. 2: Kal + Will

you can read the first instalment of Tiny here!

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! All the love for our sweet bear and Henry of course! And baby Will my new fave 😍

Warnings: Premature labour, a LOT of fluff

as a family of three, you, Henry and Kal were the dream team

Kal had of course taken to you the moment you’d met him

a lot of the time Henry claimed you were more loving towards the big bear than him; “I’m your actual boyfriend, remember?”

Kal naturally being part of your inevitable wedding

hell, he was likely part of the proposal, as role of The Distractor, while Henry would wait on bended knee behind you

Kal knew that he didn’t have a place on the big kingsize bed, but that never stopped him from standing by the closed door of the bedroom whenever you and Henry were occupying it, waiting for either an invitation for cuddles, or for your day to start so he could have some company

and any available snacks, of course

On Henry’s birthday, just over a year into your marriage, you’d bribed the Akita with an extra large prime rib steak in the kitchen so that he could stay content downstairs, while you kept Henry more than content upstairs

It was only 3 weeks later that Kal started to press his large head onto your stomach

at first it was endearing, but over time he became persistent and Henry often had to get him to heel so that he would keep out of your way

it was only one missed period later that you realised your fluffy companion might have been onto something

with a fairly tame schedule for now, you and Henry had stopped “not trying” for a baby, deciding instead to just let it happen when it happened

and somehow Kal had been the first to find out that it had indeed, happened

over the next few weeks and months, it wasn’t just your large, concerned husband that was protective over you, but your bear of a dog too

by the time you were showing, Kal was in full guard dog form, growling at anyone who expressed any form of interest towards your growing belly

even Henry was on the receiving end of a warning growl now and then

but most of the time, Kal knew that Henry was likely safe, based on the look of love he often saw on his owner’s face towards you, and the special little moments his two humans have together with whatever is blooming within you

any strangers that get close to you would face the wrath of Kal because if whatever is happening gets this much love and attention, then it must be special to his Henry and his Mama

Kal hangs around you a lot, favouring you over Henry, especially in your last trimester

which makes Henry pout because damn it, Kal is taking his place most of the time

“Only because i’m carrying a little you.” you’d reassure your husband “he’ll be back to his Henry-loving ways after baby’s born.”

Kal often lays his big head on your bump when Henry isn’t there because he knows you’ll let him get away with it

but if Henry spots him he receives a “Kal, off!” just for your goofy husband to rest his own head there instead, chattering to the baby about things that sometimes have you falling asleep

his voice is soothing, yes

but his video game talk is just the perfect soundtrack for a nap

you get slower and slower as you enter the last few months

soon its just Kal and Henry going for walks together at the park

your bear always whined to you, pawing at your lap as you curl up on the sofa, while Henry would attempt to nod him over to the door

“Mumma can’t come today, she’s staying here with the baby. But she’ll call us if anything happens”

You get a soft kiss on the lips from one member of your family, and a lick on the hand from the fluffier one

Did you know it was Kal who saved the day, the morning you went into early labour?

you’d winced at a small twinge of pain, and then groaned out loud, taken by surprise as you had just been peeling some apples to be made into a stew

the sun was rising slowly, glinting the dewy grass out in the garden, your favourite view from the kitchen window

Henry was in his study, a floor up, with headphones on, completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs

clinging to a table, you’d started to feel tight pain across your belly, issuing you with a mild dose of panic

of course, as Kal has been by your side for the past few months, he’s right there in an instant

he rushes over to you, sensing that something is wrong, watching you as you attempt to sit down on the floor to try and take control of the pain

he had pressed his big head to yours, nudging you as if to ask what he should do

“Get henry, go get Henry, Kal”

you didn’t have to tell him twice

he’d bolted to the study seeking out henry, knocking over everything he flies past, running as fast as he possibly can within the confines of the walls in the house

he was loudly barking the whole time, knowing that right now you are in jeopardy and that his Henry is your only saving grace

he’d burst into Henry’s study nearly knocking the door off its hinges, almost jumping onto Henry’s lap

immediately Henry knew that something was wrong

normally a gentle giant around the house, Kal is bumping into things trying to reach his master, to get you the help you needed from Henry

“Kal, Kal show me where, what’s wrong. Is it Y/N? The baby? Mumma?”

He received a large bark in return, before Kal was rushing back to the kitchen to show his Henry where you were

Henry had raced behind Kal to where you were, panicking as he heard you call for him weakly

he eventually found you, sitting on the kitchen floor and clutching your belly in pain

Kal had stood by the door, watching Henry take over, his muscular form lifting you up and holding you close to get you to safety over on a soft chair

“it’s too early love, it’s got to be false contractions”

“they don’t feel false”

Kal had watched as Henry made a couple of calls, with sweat collecting at his brow

He had then spent a few moments with you, counting and calculating timings on his watch while you’d cried “it can’t be time, he’s not ready Henry”

Kal watched his Henry take your hands and stay close to you, trying to keep calm on the surface while making you a myriad of promises

just 10 minutes later, Kal had been left in the house alone

his only hope was that you and his Henry will be okay when you return

he’d had a strange few days at a friend’s house

their garden was smaller and they had a cat, but Kal hadn't minded them too much

he had still been concerned about where his Henry and his Y/N went so suddenly

and why did you not want to take him with you?

On the Tuesday, Kal hears the words “You’re going back home today, to see your parents! And they have your baby brother waiting there too!”

Kal was delivered back home that afternoon, and comes bounding into the house, making a beeline for Henry who was waiting by the front door to greet his furry friend

You had stayed upstairs in the master bedroom with Will, making sure he was safe from the inevitable commotion downstairs

You’d heard Henry embrace Kal, talking to him like an old friend whom he hadn't seen in years

Kal was so riled up from being away for so long, and Henry still in a lovestruck daze from the last 72 hours

“I know we were gone so suddenly, but everything is okay. We’re back now, and we have someone special we want you to meet” you can hear your husband speak excitedly to the bear

Kal had whined in retaliation, as if to ask "why did you leave me, Henry? What could have possibly been so important?”

“Kal” and it’s Henry’s no nonsense voice that you’d recognised this time; “Your baby brother is upstairs with Mum but he is very little. Very, very small. And you’re a big bear. So we’re going to be calm. Okay? Calm and gentle bear, good boy.”

Henry's footsteps and the tinkling of Kal’s collar were becoming clearer and clearer before the door to the master bedroom creaks open

and there stands Kal in all his fluffy glory

Henry is right by him, watching over every move Kal makes, with baited breath in case he decides to make a running leap towards you and your tiny bundle of joy

Henry had looked up to you with a gentle grin, ensuring the door was left open in the event of any sporadic movements, particularly if Kal wasn’t interested in this new person after all

“Knock knock, Kal’s promised to be good if he wants to see his brother”

Kal wants to jump up onto the bed but he knows he can’t, no matter how curious he is

so he just waits patiently by the bed, because whatever you were holding seems important, especially given that Henry is being very stern with him

maybe this is the special thing that his Henry and Y/N had loved so much

he looks up at you as you lean down enough for him to see the baby’s little face

“Kal, this is your baby brother. This is who all the fuss has been about. he’ll be able to play with you some day, when he’s a bit bigger.”

Kal blinks, taking the situation in

A new smell, a new person

A new, tiny Henry

At this realisation, he fondly rested his head in your lap right next to Will, receiving praise from Henry “easy boy, good boy Kal”

Kal makes an oath there and then to protect his tiny Henry

He sniffed a blanketed foot carefully, nuzzling it before staring at your sweet baby’s face

You look up at Henry briefly, and he’s already watching you as the rest of the scene plays out

“I think our boys are going to get along just fine” you murmur, basking in the fond greeting between Kal and baby Cavill

only for it to end a moment later when your son squeaks the quietest noise, causing Kal to back up quickly, shocked by the sound

“Ohh, are you saying hello to Kal honey? He is so gentle and fluffy isn’t he?” you’d cooed to the fidgeting bundle in your arms

“i think it’s Kal who needs to watch out around here now” Henry comments with a grin

Whenever Henry goes out to play fetch with Kal in the huge garden - it may as well be a football field - you’d watch carefully from the balcony window while cradling Will, pointing out his how his Daddy throws a ball or a stick, and how clever Kal is for fetching and returning it

whenever your older boys are done, they both scramble to be first back to see you and the youngest of the Cavill pack

Will is often found snoozing, giving Kal the perfect excuse to curl up right alongside his crib him to protect him, should anything threaten his soft sleepy snores

And if Will is sleeping in the crib in the master bedroom right beside you and Henry, Kal paws at the door until he is let in, taking his rightful spot curled up beside his new best friend

If you or Henry, or a loving relative or friend is holding him, there is Kal right by their side, as if to stake his claim; “this is my baby”

In the middle of the night when Will starts crying, Kal is there first to check on his tiny Henry before he runs for immediate assistance

cue Henry having tripped over Kal in the middle of the night several times now, as Kal had rushed to the master bedroom and Henry having rushed out of it in the dark

Usually the consequences involve Henry taking a bump to his shin or his head, with you having to get up, turn the light on and fetch a crying baby Will

So yes, Kal is in the nursery a lot of the time and yes, you need to install a couple of night lights in the hallways so that Henry doesn’t ultimately fall down the stairs or continue to injure himself via a fluffy Kal on a rescue mission

Henry always exclaims the next morning “I can’t believe he’s always in the room”

Which makes you laugh, replying “You’re just jealous he loves Will more than you now. I have to say Will is taking the badge for favourite Cavill of the month in this household”

Will sleeps a lot, and when Kal eventually gets bored, he sticks his big head into the crib, panting and waiting for his tiny Henry to pay him some attention

when you catch him, you rub his big head, letting him sit on the bed while you cradle a snoozing Will

however if Henry catches Kal with his head in the crib? Kal is out of the nursery for the rest of the day

“He can’t stick his head in like that, I’m not having him hurting Junior, accident or not”

So you need to unite your parenting tactics to train your dog before you use them to parent Will

When he’s not in his crib, Will is in one of the new moving cribs that Henry had researched to death before ordering and consequently building himself

That was an especially hot day in your pregnancy, and it was in December

Kal often just lays and watches his little best friend in it for as long as he likes, as he soon realises his large Henry will allow him to do that

sometimes you see Will laying in the crib with lots of dog toys around him

courtesy of Kal, of course

typically, Henry will be around to supervise, always thanking Kal on Junior’s behalf, engaging his two dependents in conversation; “oh look another toy, Will. Thank you Kal”

Kal would already be out of the room to fetch another toy while tiny Will is taking a hardcore nap

feeding and putting weight on is hard work!!

Henry definitely gets a few stares at the park now; a big beefy man, pushing a high-tech stroller, alongside an absolute unit of a dog

Kal is obedient as always, walking nicely beside the stroller with his two Henrys

he’s not even tempted by puddles or ducks or squirrels

his focus is on his best friends, especially the one wearing their brand new sweater to signify his move to newborn sized clothing at the age of 9 weeks

he loves watching his Henry and his Mama celebrate his tiny best friend, no matter how small their achievements - or sweaters - are

Kal is always gonna look out for his large Henry and his new tiny Henry, who both have the same dark curls and sparkly eyes

He is just the most wonderful big brother you could ever have wished for your little boy, and you’re sure they will get into heaps of laughs and trouble when Will grows up to become a rambunctious toddler, with peels of giggles coming from wherever the two will be playing together

Kal has the patience of a saint, and it’s why you don’t worry at all when you find out a couple years later, that there will be two more little Henry’s for him to play with and guard, with his whole fluffy being

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Precedented Reputation || Remus Lupin x Reader SMUT

Request: Yes: {anon} What about a Remus smut where the reader is in a skirt and maybe has a hair pulling kink?

AN: They’re both 17 (legal age for wizards) Not Proof-read

Word Count: 3.7~k

Characters/Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader, James Potter, Sirius Black, Lily Evans

Summary: [marauders era] You’ve been riled up all day, and take your opportunity while under the influence of firewhisky at a Gryffindor party.

WARNINGS: Underage drinking, public make out, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, edging, slight cock warming, creampie

*not my gifs*

The loud chatter that fills the Gryffindor common room feels like it shakes your soul when combined with the thump of the music. It makes your head kind of fuzzy, but the Firewhisky in your hand can’t be helping with that either. Of course, like most Saturdays after a quidditch match, the Gryffindors would celebrate, whether they won, or even played, or not. Another excuse for the house to exude its rowdiness. Today is no exception, especially since they had won by more a good fifty points. Students are running around in every direction; every corner is filled with a group of friends or a couple. It is well past after hours for the castle, and this tower remains lit with excitement. If you pay enough attention, you would notice that there are a select few students who aren’t even a part of the Gryffindor house. Some students just can’t turn down the opportunity to get bashed by Firewhisky.

On the coffee table of the center group of couches stands Sirius Black, your boyfriend’s best friend. As Sirius rambles off some nonsense no one understands and dances around on the table, you lean your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder, taking in the scene. Admittedly, if it weren’t for the extra dose of courage your drink provides you, you wouldn’t be down here. Likely you would be off reading a book or studying. You don’t even usually drink, but your friends had coaxed you into it this time. It being your last year at Hogwarts, you don’t want to be the one to say they never attended any parties.

That aforementioned extra lot of courage has you excited in more ways than one, but you aren’t the type to just hop on your boyfriend in the middle of a crowded space, unlike many of the students filling the common room. Said excitement has also been in your gut all day, for what reason you don’t know, but the alcohol on your tongue was just gasoline to the fire. You’ve stayed by Remus’ side since supper was over and the lot of you left the Great Hall. You’ve kept your arms around him, occasionally squeezing his sides in hopes that he’ll get the intended nonverbal message. Though, as most days, he was unaware of your actions, simply playing it off as your regular affection.

You’ve been pushing your urges to the side all day, but they kept coming back. After dinner, just before the party had started, you disappeared upstairs to your dormitories with your room mates to get ready. The idea stroke you then that you should wear Remus’ favorite outfit of yours, and maybe then he’ll give you a reaction. Even with the denim skirt, the reaction he gave you when he saw you was insufficient. He merely bit his lip and wrapped his arm around you, holding you close and claiming you as his.

By now, Sirius has tripped off the coffee table and spilled his drink all down his and some poor girl’s shirt. Jading to you and many others, he has managed to play it off to is advantage as he snogs her on a near-by couch. As Remus talks to Peter about something unimportant, his arm still protectively wrapped around you, you look for the fourth marauder. You find him, sitting in a far corner practically swallowing his girlfriend, whom he had pined for since first year. Lily had rejected him so many times, and you’re still baffled by what changed her mind.

You think to yourself, if James can get his dream girl after six years of rejection, you can figure out how to get your boyfriend to take you to bed. It’s never been a problem for Sirius, and even though he has many characteristics you don’t, how hard could it be for just one person — the one person you’ve let have you before and that you’ve loved since you first spoke to him.

Even as the room is stocked with sweaty teenagers, Remus manages to still wear his usual many layers. It’s no surprise, given the tokens his ill-favored condition has left him to bare for all the years to come. You’ve never shunned him for his lycanthropy, loving him and all the baggage that comes with, as he does you.

As shrewdly as possible, you untuck Remus’ button down and sweater from his trousers. Being so preoccupied in his conversation with Peter, Remus doesn’t seem to notice, giving you the advantage. You hand you cup to some random student passing by you without a word, without even a glance, and you slide your cold hand under his button down, resting it on his flushed abs, all while turning in his arms so you’re comfortably facing him. The stark contrast in the temperature of your skin to his quickly seizes his attention as he tenses under your touch, his head whipping around as he looks down at you. The moment his eyes meet yours, he knows. He can see the need that he’s missed all day, but he decides to see how far you’ll go in such a public setting, the Firewhisky also having given him an extra ounce of courage. He lets out a breathy laugh as he relaxes under your touch, and he bends down slightly, only kissing the top of your head before turning back to talk to Peter, to your displeasure.

You huff, and before you can make a decision on how to proceed, or even if you should, you body speaks for itself as you move to stand between the two men, pushing Peter back as you face Remus. But you don’t just stand there expectingly. Your hands grab the sides of his face as you push up on your toes to get yourself closer to his height and pull his lips down onto yours in a feverish kiss. Though Remus was still playing snitch, not giving into the kiss as much as you wanted him to. You groan as your lips move across his jaw and up his neck to rest just under his ear, pulling him down by the neckline of his sweater with one hand, the other placed on his shoulder. Instinctively, his arm wraps around the small of your back, holding you close as he’s bent over to match your height. The hand one his sweater releases and slyly slides down his chest.

“Stop being an arsehole on purpose, Remus,” you breath, your breath hot as it fans over his ear. You let your hand finally reach its desired destination, gripping him over his trousers and finding him to be just as aroused as yourself. “Or neither of us will get what we want.” Your hand slides over his length, squeezing ever-so slightly.

Remus finally gives in to his act, his need to feel your lips overriding his intoxicated fantasy. His posture marginally straightens as he grabs your face with both of his hands, crashing his lips down onto yours in a hungry kiss, still full of passion. His left hand slide back from your cheek and his fingers lace into your hair. As his plan of action succeeds and he pulls your hair slightly, you gasp against his lips, and he’s able to force his tongue into your mouth to explore the familiar expanse. You moan when you feel his tongue press over your own, his other hand leaving your face and wrapping his right arm around your lower back, pulling you closer to him. His erection presses against your hip, and you can feel him throbbing behind the denim restraints. Remus feels your cold hands run up his sides from under his shirt, and he knows that if he doesn’t move you now, he may end up having to take you on the nearest open piece of furniture. His cock twitches slightly at the thought of everyone watching you, but he knows that no one gets to see you in your most vulnerable moments accept for him. He also doesn’t want that reputation to follow either of you through the last several months of school.

He pulls away from you completely, not even staying by your side but instead walking away from you. You’re left standing in the middle of the common room, eyes wide and mouth ajar as you try to process the fact of how suddenly your boyfriend left you in such an intimate moment. After the moments or two it takes to regather your composer, you spin around, searching the room to find where he could have gone. Along the perimeter of the room, against the back wall, you see him. Your eyes catch his expecting look as he motions up the stairs next to him, the stairs that lead to the boy’s dormitories. Again locked in your spot to comprehend the situation, you force your feet from their spot seemingly bolted to the rough carpet and quickly maneuver your way through the crowded room to the back wall.

You don’t stop when you reach him; you just wink at him with your lip between your teeth as you scurry up the spiral staircase. You feel him follow behind you, and once your around the first bend of the stairs, no longer able to be seen from the common room, you feel his hand fall down onto your ass roughly. You squeal and giggle as you bend over from the excitement, ascending the rest of the steps on all fours.

Behind you, Remus throbs painfully in his trousers when he sees your panties peak out from under your short skirt, when he sees the wet mark adorning them. He growls perforce as he wraps his strong arms around you, easily picking you up as you giggle and carrying you the rest of the way to his dorm. Once in his room, he puts you down, not letting go until he’s sure you’ve got your balance, and his foot kicks the door closed behind him.

“Colloportus,” he mumbles as he pulls his wand from his pocket and lazily points it at the door, locking it before throwing his wand down on his bedside table.

“Muffliato,” you cast your own spell, still giggling from the excitement as you blindly walk backwards until the back of your knees hit the edge of Remus’ bed. You sit down, breathing heavily as you watch as your boyfriend quickly removes his belt, throwing it on the floor somewhere meaningless to you both in the moment.

Remus kicks his trainers off easily, then hurriedly removes his socks as he stumbles closer to you. You follow his lead and slip your flats off your feet, discarding them behind you with a heavy thunk. Once his socks are on the floor to be forgotten, Remus strides over to where you sit on his bed, graying your face in his right hand as he reconnects your mouths in a passionate kiss. His free hand quickly tugs the hem of your sweater from your skirt so he can slide it underneath, cupping your plump breasts over your bra, squeezing roughly. You moan at the feeling, releasing his mouth as your hands stealthily remove his own sweater, quickly pulling it over his head and getting to work on undoing his button down, his last layer. He stands up straight, something he usually doesn’t do, but seeing your nimble fingers working over the buttons of his shirt as you look up at him will love-blown eyes boosts his confidence. His fingers slide through your soft hair as he watches you finish with the last several buttons, his eyes full of lust.

When you’ve released the final button on his white chemise, you don’t push it off his shoulders, instead enjoying how it hangs open, his tan chest exposed to you. Unable to resist, you begin kissing over the span of his chest, taking a moment here and there to suck your mark into his chest. As you do so, you gradually stand up, kissing up the length of his torso on the way. Once you’ve stood up straight and left one last purple bruise on his neck, just above where his collar sits, you step back, holding the intimate eye contact as you guide his hands to pull your sweater over your head, revealing your lace-clad tits to your boyfriend. You smirk as his eyes fall from yours and onto your cleavage once it’s revealed.

He grabs them in his large hands, squeezing roughly as he drives his lips back onto yours, forcing your mouth open again to accept his tongue. He only kisses you for a moment, his member painfully rubbing against the denim of his trousers, begging to be released from the confinement. “I bet you’re ready for me aren’t you?” He smirks against your lips before attaching them again. “You’re so needy and desperate for me to fuck you, huh?”

“Yes, Remus,” you moan at his words. “Please. I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” he groans as he spins you around, strenuously pushing you down face first onto his bed, you ass towards him. In one swift movement, Remus pushes your skirt up, bunching it at your waist and quickly rips your panties down your legs, leaving your slick heat bare to him. “Fuck,” he mutter as he takes a step back, admiring your swollen lips as he unzips his pants, pushing them down with his boxers just enough to get himself free. “You’re so wet, baby.”

You quickly grow impatient, needing to be touched, to be satisfied, and you slide your hand between your legs, rubbing your fingers through your wet folds and spreading your arousal around your core. All to Remus’ displeasure, as he grabs both of your wrists, easily restricting them behind your back in his right hand alone. His other hand grabs his thick cock at the base, rubbing his head through your folds to soak himself in your arousal, pressing it against your clit, smacking it against you several times.

He guides himself to your begging hole, pushing just the swollen tip into you before letting go of himself. His now free hand wraps in your hair, pulling it as he thrusts into you, bottoming out in one quick movement. He moans at the feeling of your velvet walls tight around his member, and you cry out from the contentment of being filled so perfectly in an abrupt moment. Your walls clench around him, not wanting him to leave as you feel complete, but your hips have a mind of their own as you push back against him, still needy and impatient.

Remus’ right hand releases your wrists, letting you have them back to brace yourself against the mattress. Instead his hand comes down over your ass before holding your hips still. Your yelp in surprise of the pleasurable sting quickly slides into a moan.

“You’ve gotta learn to be more patient, love,” Remus’ low voice calls from behind you just as he pulls back, almost out before ramming himself back in again, forcing against that spot inside you. You cry out his name, whining and panting with every harsh thrust he gives you, each thrust accompanied by a blow to your cheeks.

Your ass quickly glows red, leaving Remus satisfied with his visible handprint. His soft hands smooth over your plump flesh, squeezing as he relishes in the feeling of having his hands full of you. His reputation of quiet book-boy is one he’s okay with. You and him alone know this passionate side that comes out in the bedroom. And he knows how you try to bring it out of him outside of privacy, like you had tried only moments ago, successfully he might add. He doesn’t know, or really care for that matter, who saw it. You make him the most comfortable he has ever been.

He pulls your hair harder and you moan at the tension, his cock twitching inside you at the sound. “Up, baby,” he commands, and your shaky arms fight to push yourself up. His right hand leaves its hold on your ass to help you up so that your back is pressed and arching against his firm chest. His hand slides your bra strap off your shoulder, leaving him room to leave his mark on you, then slides down your stomach and between your thighs, rubbing rough circles against your clit.

You moan out, wildly pleasured by the way he knows you so well. Your hand reaches behind you, grabbing the back of his neck and holding him closer to you as the coil tightens within you. You think he’s going to let you fall apart, but he notices the way your walls are tightening and fluttering around him, and he pulls out, leaving just an inch or so in you as his finger leave your mound.

“Remus,” you whine, feeling empty, and when he takes too long, bring it upon yourself to do the work, pushing yourself pack and forth on his rock-hard cock. Your hands leave his neck, grabbing behind you to hold onto his sides, your finger nails digging into his already scarred flesh.

You feel that coil reform in your gut, knowing you only need a little more. But Remus seems to know your body better than you do, and he stops you, pulling away from you completely with a dark chuckle.

“Fuck you,” you pant as he steps away from you.

“Isn’t that what you’re trying to do?” He smirks as he sits himself on his bed, his head leaned back into his pillow.

You groan and turn to him, easily straddling his hips as he spreads his legs, giving you a wider base. “It’s what I am doing,” you try to taunt him, but you panting and breathlessness, your messy hair, it all makes you seem so desperate for him. And you are, you have been all day. Not wanting to wait any longer, you immediately sink back down on him, his length reaching a whole new level within you and your high pitched moan thrills him. His hands slide behind your back, unclipping your bra and pulling it down your arms. His hands fill with your breasts as you starts lightly sucking on your nipples, your back arching and forcing more of you into his mouth.

Though soon, as he feels himself getting ever closer, his hands drop your breasts, one sliding back into your hair and the other lay on your lower back to guide you as you rock your hips against him. His hand in your hair pulls back, exposing the column of your throat to him on which he leaves numerous bruises from the force of his mouth on you.

“Remmy,” you whine, barely able to form coherent words. “I-I’m so cl-close. Please.”

He takes your warning, falling away from you and back onto his pillow as his hands hold your hips above his over. He starts pounding up into you at a relentless speed and your hand falls to your clit, pushing yourself over that edge.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan loudly as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls create a vice on him, squeezing and gushing your hot fluid over him. Your legs shake violently as you call out his name, collapsing forward onto his chest.

The force of your orgasm makes Remus cum, bucking his hips up into you, involuntarily jerking them as he stills, buried to the hilt within you as his balls tighten. Thick ropes of his hot sum paint your insides as he holds you against his chest with his arms wrapped around you. “Fuck, princess,” he moans into your ear, his hips moving slightly to work the last of him into you, though quickly fall to the bed as he relaxes in exhaustion.

He stays inside you for a moment longer, still impossibly hard, then flips you both over before slowly pulling out of you. He groans as his swollen cock leaves the warmth of your cunt, and you quietly whine at the loss, your voice barely returning after having cum so loud.

He grabs his wand and mutters a spell, one you can’t hear over the white noise of the aftershock. You feel him remove your skirt the rest of the way, and then presumably his own pants, pulling his boxers back up and softly tucking his sensitive member back into them. He finds your panties from the floor, then decides that you need fresh ones. He stumbles over to his trunk in exhaustion and pulls out the extra pair of panties you’ve left in his room for such occasions and a plain black t-shirt for you to put on incase his roommate return unexpectedly.

He helps you into the shirt as he kneels in front of you on his bed, then carefully guides you back onto the pillow. “Are you okay, baby?” He asks, concern flooding his voice. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no,” you mutter, a lazy smile playing at your lips. “That was… oh, Merlin, I can’t even put it into words. You’ve no idea how badly I needed that, Rem.”

He smiles as he lays with his hips between your thighs, pushing the t-shirt up over your breasts. “I love you, Y/n,” he says softly before his lips wrap around your nipple. You moan softly and arch your back again.

“What’re you doing that for now, Remmy?” You whine.

“They didn’t get the attention they deserve,” he explains as if it were the most obvious explanation and you laugh. The laugh quickly subsides into a moan as his teeth graze over your nipple, releasing it with a satisfying pop before moving to leave more hicks over your chest.

“If you don’t stop that now,” you pant, still breathless from your excursion, but your breath being stolen from you again. “I’ll need to ride you again, Remus.”

He hums against your skin before pushing up onto his arms. “I have no complaints there,” he smiles as he places a soft kiss to your lips.

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I follow the #Jason-Todd tag and that panel from Cheer where Jason and Bruce hug popped up on my dashboard because it's recommended to me and I realized that I'm so sick of seeing that panel. I hate it and I hate how people gush over it. Cheer was a crap story and Zdarsky was a crap writer for Jason. That moment from Cheer was cheap and unearned yet it seems a lot people are eating it up. But it made me think, what's your opinion on it? Do you think it's people looking at the panel in isolation and not realizing how cheap it is? Is it accepted because it's canon that satisfies fanon? Is it Jason fans being so starved for good content that they'll accept this even if they know it's not good? Or do you think it's something else?

Oh Anon, you are one brave soul! I stay away from all comic related tags here on tumblr, it is just not a place that gives me joy, you know?

It is funny that you bring up that panel of Jason and Bruce in Urban Legends because just today I was greeted by a post of Jason and Damian “hugging” in that Robin #5 issue, and it is always funny to see it going around without the consequent panel that shows Damian electrocuting Jason.

Like, to me it is obvious that fandom leaches on to every badly written/out of context fluffy “batfam” moment that canon throws our way. Same thing with the Jason and Bruce hug. Because that hug that happened in Urban Legends: Cheer never happened in real life, that hug (it didn’t look like much of a hug to me but okay), happened in the supposed utopia that Jason saw when he was dosed with Cheer (the drug).

That utopia world that Jason saw was completely OOC for Jason, it made zero sense for it to be something that Jason would ever want, please fanon and DC, stop making Chonky boring by encapsulating him in the “he wants his fam to love him”, what appears in that made up world couldn’t be further from what Jason has ever wanted from Bruce, and it pisses me off that people are so willing to dismiss Jason’s true characterization over him being Bruce’s “beloved son” and they love each other so so much. Give me a break fanon, Bruce is a horrible person to all of his kids and Jason would actually be better off if Bruce stopped existing.

(Maybe I got a bit too mad there, but I can’t say that I am sorry about it)

So, that hug was actually non-existent, and the only real contact between Jason and Bruce was a forced handshake at the end of the issue, after Jason had told Bruce that he was going to stop using the guns but not for Bruce or his rules. So, fandom LOVES to take every piece of badly written content and cling to it as if makes sense or validates the “Jason sees Bruce as family and is finally going back to where he belongs”.

Now, you may be aware of this Anon, but I absolutely despise the concept of “Batfamily” and the idea of Jason being in good terms with Bruce after all he has done to Jason. I hate it and there is no way around it. And much like you I strongly believe that the Cheer story was crap and that Zdarsky was a crap writer for Jason.

In my review of the last part of that story, I believe I said that to me it looked like Zdarsky wanted to write a Batman story and DC only offered him a Red Hood story with Batman as an annoying side character. I don’t think for a second that Zdarsky knew who Jason Todd was before he became Robin, while he was Robin or why he became the Red Hood. He is an excellent writer, yes. But he wasn’t a good choice to write a RED HOOD story because it never really looked like he cared about that character, he only seemed to care about writing about Jason’s relationship with Bruce because Batman is the one that matters.

Obviously, I don’t blame Zdarsky solely for that horrendous “Red Hood” story, I actually blame DC and their need to make Jason Todd/Red Hood a bland and pathetic character. Their NEED to make Jason “fit” in their Batfamily bullshit has made them write the most nonsensical things, and have made the complex and strong character of Red Hood into another Batman lackey. And no, this is not me saying that other Batman-related characters are bland or anything, I am saying that Jason being a Batman-related character doesn’t work, it destroys his character and erases his unique feeling in the Gotham-vigilante world.

We don’t need another vigilante that doesn’t kill because of Batman’s stupid rule, we need variety, WE NEED RED HOOD TO BRING DUALITY BACK TO GOTHAM CITY!

Alright, that was a little rant that was not asked for, sorry about that.

So, let me answer your questions in a clear way because this is a mess.

“Do you think it's people looking at the panel in isolation and not realizing how cheap it is?”

I think that there are many people who are just getting into comics or who haven’t read comics in a long time that might see that and be like, “oh wow it seems like Jason and Bruce have a good relationship now”. Or maybe there are people within fandom that don’t like Jason or just don’t care for him and see that panel of them and they go “seems like the black sheep of the family has decided to play by the rules”.

Both of those ideas as a UtRH Jason stan and just a Jason Todd/Red Hood stan (Jason Nation!), kinda make my blood boil, because as you say, those people don’t really see how much that characterization or out of context panel, hurts Jason’s already messy characterization. And I don’t want Jason to be like Batman or for him to be “the black sheep of the family”. I want him to be interesting and complex and I want him to stay far away from Batman’s drama while he still works in Gotham City.

With this I am not trying to say that people who don’t read comics or are just in fandom for the fanon narrative are wrong or don’t have a place here. I am not a gatekeeper or anything, but I would like it if people were more willing to see that fanon and canon are not the same thing and that the fanon ideas and narratives don’t fit in canon, and they actually just mess up characterizations.

What’s fanon is great and should exist within the fandom, but when fanon leaks into canon I would actually love it if people started realizing that while it might be cute or adorable, it doesn’t fit the canon narrative and it actually serves the purpose of hiding Bruce’s abusive and manipulative actions towards his kids, that keep on being hidden and not treated as what they are, abuse.

“Is it accepted because it's canon that satisfies fanon?”

Absolutely, it helps the fanon narrative. But only if you take those panels without context, and spread them like a wildfire (which is what fandom does). If fandom ever gave context or remembered issues like Batman and Robin vol.2 #20, Nightwing vol.3 #30, Teen Titans vol.5 Annual #1, then those soft and whatever moments wouldn’t be taken as fact, or at least that’s what I like to believe.

“Is it Jason fans being so starved for good content that they'll accept this even if they know it's not good?”

I am starved for good Jason content, I have been for a long time. And that need for content makes me want good quality content, I understand that is not the case for everyone but come on, I pay for these comics, I would like to have some good writing in exchange.

I know that the version of Jason that I love will never come back but I am still hoping for a writer to tidy up the Jason that we have now. Maybe that writer will be Rosenberg, I lived what I read in that side story in Detective comics and I really want us to get a win. Jason’s character deserves it and so does Jason Nation.

“Or do you think it's something else?”

All of the above my dear Anon.

Don’t lose hope though, I might be biased but I do really think that Rosenberg will bring some very good writing Jason’s way! Fanon is fun and all, and if you interact with that content make sure to go with an open mind, or be like me and avoid it at all costs!

I hope you have a relaxing and chill weekend Anon! Thank you for sending me this ask!

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