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[thecuriousbeauty]

Traitor-The Present (Harry Styles au- Mafia!Harry x reader)

Chapter Seven

Synopsis:- y/n gets back glimpses of the past and tries to piece them together with the help of her once best friend, Oliver, who's somehow sure that she's going to find a way out of the mess she's in. Meanwhile, Harry fights with his own emotions to make a decision. He has to choose one. The love of his life or the gang.

Word count: 7.2K

Warnings: Blood, violence, smoking, alcohol, gang related talk, guns, fighting, killing. Smut. Spitting, oral(f receiving), fingering, praise, dirty talk.

A/N:- Here it is finally, the last part to Traitor-The Present! If you're new and wish to check out this story, you can read the whole series right here. Please like and re-blog to support me. Happy reading:)

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y/n wakes up with her heart racing out of her chest. Her dream had finally shown her a little more. It was just another glimpse, but now she knew Harry wasn’t lying. She really was there with him that night and she was trying to kill him. She had the same question Harry had, why?

The only person who knew the answer to that was herself. She felt so angry, she wanted to pull out her hair and scream at her brain for letting her fall into this mess.

"We're here."

Oliver had driven her to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. There no other buildings, people or even trees, around it. All that she could see was stretches of barren land surrounding the warehouse. Oliver opens the door, motioning for her to get out. 

"W-Where are we?", she asks him.

"Your place to stay for the night. Harry wants to keep you here until he figures out what to do with you.", Oliver says, keeping his hand on her arm as he ushers her to walk. She realized how exhausted she was. It was like she could crumble to the floor any minute.

"How nice of him.", she mutters, and Oliver gives her a look, opening the door of the warehouse and rushing her in, before closing the door behind him.

"A few men will stand guard outside, to make sure you don't escape, but no one's going to come inside except me.", Oliver takes a small key out of his pocket. "I'm going to remove your cuffs. Harry's order was to keep you in cuffs, and not give you an ounce of water or food, but I'm not so evil."

She sighs in relief as the handcuffs click and they're removed. She rubbed her bruised wrists and looked around at the little space. It was so dark. Not even a single light bulb. She figured it was a place where they held people hostage. There were a few sheets in a corner and a pillow.

"There's a toilet there.", Oliver points out, and she crinkles her nose. Everything was so small.

"Why couldn't he just kill me already?", she mumbles, and opens the tap, washing her face with the cold water.

Oliver prefers to ignore her and looks outside the window, before pulling down the shades. "So? Do you have a plan?"

"Unless it involves you getting me out of here, no.", she says, tying her hair up into a bun, and then laying the sheets on the floor. She sits over the sheets although they didn't do much to stop the cold from spreading through her body.

"Why do you care, anyway?", she snaps at Oliver.

"I told you why, already.", Oliver sighs, crouching down to meet her eyes. "I will take a bullet for you, Reagen. Even if you don't know who you are."

The name didn't sound so foreign anymore.

"I know you don't trust me, and I don't blame you.", Oliver says, as she wraps her arms around her knees and looks at him. "I can't get you out of here. Harry will know in an instant, he has eyes everywhere. He'll just have both of us killed. But you're a fucking warrior, Reagen."

A warrior? She didn't feel like one. "Make a plan, you have time. Be smart, don't get killed."

She opens and closes her mouth, then someone knocks on the door. Oliver looks through the keyhole before opening it. "No one saw me getting the food, perimeter's going to be covered soon. They're on the way from Marco's now."

"Good job, Sam. Keep guard.", Oliver takes the parcel from the other girl's hands. "Yes boss."

He shuts the door and hands y/n the parcel and a bottle of water. "Food and water."

"Won't you get in trouble if Harry gets to know?", she asks, but opens it. She was starving.

"Nah, he won't know."

He cracks a small smile as she gulps down the bottle of water. The food was some sort of flavored rice with meat. It was delicious.

She wanted to tell him about what she remembered from the dream, but she still had some trust issues. So she thought to keep it to herself, for now.

Oliver took the empty container and bottle with him. "I won't be coming inside now. If it's urgent, knock on the door three times, alright?"

"Okay.", she nods. "Oliver?"

He turns back, and she gives him a small smile. "I can see why we were best friends. Thank you."

"Treat you with respect is the least I can do for everything you've done for me, Reagen.", Oliver says, and goes out, locking the door.

y/n wipes her tears, sitting there alone in the dark. She had to think like Reagen, even though she didn't have the memories back. Oliver was right, she had to be smart and get out of this mess. She had no will to live but she wasn't going to die in the hands of these horrible people.

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Harry was angry.

All he could see was red, wherever he looked. He had been through enough crap and he couldn't take anymore. His whole childhood was a nightmare. After he had killed his father and put his childhood behind him, he should have just lead a normal lifestyle of a doctor. But no, he met the gang, and he loved doing their side jobs. They were the only people who recognized his various talents and coached him with more.

Then came Reagen. Harry still remembers the memory of meeting her.

Harry was going through some files of Dante's, able to access them because he had hacked into their system. He had no idea who Dante was, or what he did to their gang, all he was told, was to hack into some important files. Harry couldn't even figure out if those were the right ones, he was new to all of this. 

"Is it done, Harry?", Luke Alexander asks him as he walks over to where Harry was sitting beside two other guys, who were also typing away on their computers.

"Yes, um, is this the one?", Harry asks, as Luke leans to see. Harry tells him about the details in the files, and Luke grins, patting his shoulder. "Nice job. Reagen will be delighted, that's some good information there."

"Thanks..uh what exactly did Dante do?", Harry asks Luke, and the older man sighs, running his hand over his salt and pepper beard. "A lot of horrible things. You don't want to know. Can you transfer all these files to this drive?"

Luke gives him a pen drive and Harry nods. "Sure."

"Luke! There's a problem.", he hears someone shout from the door way. Luke patted Harry on the back before he left. Harry was a newbie to the gang, so he hadn't met Reagen yet. Luke was whom he communicated with. He joined the gang as a doctor, so that's what he did. He took care of members who came back from missions injured. When he got bored, he made hacking chips, sorted through files, and did the technical work for the gang since he was good at that sort of thing.

But Harry had a lot of pent up anger, and he wanted to get his anger out by fighting, or punching something other than the gym bag. He thought he could go on missions if he joined the gang, but they don't take just everyone. Only people who have experience. 

Soon, he hears people shouting and gearing up to go on a mission. Luke was shouting orders. Harry finished copying the files, kept the pendrive safe, grabbed his medical kit and joined the others.

"What's going on?", he asks one of the guys.

"Reagen called for backup. They think she might be in trouble."

Harry nods, and hopes no one sees him going along, but Oliver saw him, who was throwing guns into their truck. "Where are you going? We have Abbot with us.", he says. Abbot was another doctor in the gang, he was the one going with them on missions because of his experience. He can fight as well. 

"I can help.", Harry tells him. Oliver narrows his eyes at him, thinking. "I really want to. I'll stay safe and help anyone who gets hurt. Please."

"Fine, your own death wish. Get in."

Harry let a small smile escape before he got in the truck with the others. He hears loud explosions and gun shots as they reach the location. Everyone runs out holding their weapons, to different directions into the old building. Harry followed Abbot's lead. They helped their people who got wounded, and got them out of trouble.

Abbot and Harry were helping a guy who got shot in his abdomen, and was losing blood quickly. Harry suspected it might have pierced an internal organ. 

"More lap pads.", Abbot mumbles, gloved hands covered in blood, as he holds pressure. Just as Harry turned to grab some more lap pads, he saw a guy holding a baseball bat, right behind Abbot. 

"Abbot watch out!", Harry yelled, and one of Abbot's hand moved to his gun and fired a shot at the guy before he swung the bat. "Fucking prick.", Abbot curses, turning back to his friend, bleeding out. They both hear a scream coming from down the hall. 

"I'll go check that out. You should take him to the truck, quick.", Harry tells Abbot. 

"Stay safe.", Abbot tells him, and Harry nods, getting his bloody gloves off before walking towards the scream. Harry threaded carefully, trying to figure out from which direction he heard the scream from.

"On your knees, hands in the air!"

Harry freezes as he hears it from behind him. He does as told, as the man has a gun pointed at him. "I might make your death less painful if you tell me why that bitch was here.", the man seethes, pressing the gun to Harry's forehead.

"I don't know anything.", Harry said, staying still, his heart beating fast. 

"Well then I just have to-"

Harry closes his eyes and flinches as hears the gun shot, but the bullet didn't go through him. Harry opens his eyes slowly, and sees a girl looking down at the now dead guy in disgust.

"Looks ugly with or without a bullet through his fucking forehead." She looks up at Harry. "You okay?"

Harry had never seen someone so strikingly beautiful. Long hair falling down her shoulders, beautiful eyelashes hiding her striking eyes. She was wearing a wine red dress that hugged her curves, exposing her collarbones and smooth legs. Red heels covered her feet. 

"You're wondering why I'm dressed like this.", the girl says, eyes going around the room to check for other threats, her arms held out, still pointing the gun. That wasn't Harry's first thought, but now that she mentioned it, he nods. 

"Well my idea was to seduce that ugly lame excuse of a man while I try to get some files we need." She lowered the gun, eyeing Harry now. He was curious to know about what went wrong, he could see how any man would fall for the woman's charm. Now she stood in front of him with messy hair, a busted lip and bruised knees, but he still thought she was the most attractive woman he's seen in his life. 

"You're injured.", is the first thing he says. She chooses to ignore his remark. "You would be dead, just like him with a fucking bullet through your head if I didn't get here when I did. What the hell are you doing here?"

"I um, I'm the doctor with the gang.."

"I know, you're the newbie right? Doctor by profession, hacker by hobby.", she says, sighing as they hear a gunshot from a meter away. She would usually run towards it, but something drew her to the doctor. She wanted to know more about him. He had an air of mystery lingering around him.

"I can do a lot more than hacking and saving people.", Harry mumbles.

"Is that why you're here on a mission? We don't send newbies out unless it's an emergency, which this wasn't. I almost had it under control. I told Luke just to send a few men.", she mutters to herself, wincing as she looks down at her ankles in the heels. "Bloody hell."

"Reagen Jones.", Harry understands who she is finally, putting everything together. 

"One and only.", she gave him a crooked little smile as he finally walks away from the dead body. "Now come on, Doctor, let's get you to safety. I can't risk getting my people hurt."

"It's okay when you're hurt?", Harry asks, following her as she walks out of the room, looking left and right bringing her gun up again. "I've had worse, doc.", she whispered and her head snapped to the left as she heard footsteps but it was only Oliver.

"He fled. We checked the whole place, no traces of him, or-" He gives Harry an annoyed look. "You know what.", he tells Reagen. She sighed, shaking her head. "I should have been more careful."

"Don't blame yourself, it was dangerous. You did good.", Oliver said, squeezing her shoulder. "Go to the car, I'm gonna look over once again. This guy getting in your way?" 

He looked at Harry like he was an annoying child. Reagen let out a small laugh, and Harry wished he could hear more of it. "He's fine. Be careful, Olie."

Oliver nodded, walking past them up the stairs to the next floor, shouting orders to their men. "Why did you join the gang, doc?", Reagen asks Harry as they walk out of the ruined building. Harry thought he would be fazed after seeing men groaning in pain on the floor, bleeding and some of them already dead, but it didn't affect him as much. 

"My father tortured my mom when I was little and he'd beat me up. He was an alcoholic, good for nothing, never a father to me. He abused my mom, and one day when I wasn't there he-"

Harry stops talking as his fingers curl into his palm, eyes blazing in anger. Reagen turns back to look at him, and he releases a slow breath. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it.", she says, nodding towards the car. A man was already opening the door for her. "Ride with me."

Harry got in the backseat with her, watching as she wrapped herself in a jacket, closing her eyes for a moment as she let her head rest. Harry thought to remain quiet, even though he had questions. What if he wouldn't see or get to talk to Reagen up close like this again?

"You tried your best to protect your mother, doc. You made sure your dad got what he deserved. I'm sure your mom's still looking down at you from above.", Reagen turned to look at him. Harry wanted to believe her. He should have killed that asshole before he got a chance to do that to his mother.

"I'll talk to Luke about putting you on missions, it'll help with releasing some of that anger.", she says, and his eyes light up. "You will?"

She tilted her head to the side. "Killing your father was out of pure torment, but in some situations like today, we might be forced to take lives. Are you up for that?"

"Yes.", he answers immediately. "I thought killing him would feel better, but I still stay up at night without being able to sleep. I need to get it all out. I want to learn to defend myself, I couldn't when my father hit me. Will you teach me?"

Reagen didn't mingle with newbies, neither did she interact with anyone other than close people in the gang. They made sure her orders were carried out. But there was something about this boy she couldn't shake away. "Sure. What's your name?"

"Harry.", Harry answers. "Harry Styles."

"Harry?"

Romania enters the room to talk to him. Harry was sitting on the chair behind his desk, cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other hand. Romania had just been back from Marco's place, and she looked alright, except for a bruise on her arm. She was pressing a cloth to hold pressure to it.

"We think we got a lead on Tony. Hans went through Marco's files. He's planning to meet Omar next week.", Romania tells him. Harry was not interested. Yes, Tony was their number one enemy and he was the one person he wanted to tear apart with his own hands, but right now, he could only think about Reagen, or y/n, or whatever she calls herself.

Harry played their stupid memory game hoping that she would get her memories back eventually, or at least make her drop the act if that's what she was doing. But Harry was clear about that now. It wasn't an act. Even the intimate moments they shared didn't bring her memories back. He felt so hurt.

"Um, Harry?"

He looks up at Romania. "What happened?", he asks, nodding towards the blood seeping into the cloth she was pressing to it.

"Oh, fucker got a cut on me before I shot him down, could you take a look at it?"

"Sit."

Harry gets up to grab his medical kit. Romania sits on the edge of his desk, studying her friend. "Are you thinking about Reagen?"

Harry nods, washing his hands before snapping on some gloves. "I get it, you were close to her. But, you agreed to let her go if this also failed.", Romania reminds him, as Harry grabs a pair of scissors, cutting through her sleeve so he could see the injury. Harry only wanted to cut open the cloth that covered her arm, but she used her good arm to shrug off the rest of the material, leaving her upper half in just a bra. Harry focuses on the injury, much to Romania’s dismay.

"She's too dangerous! What if Tony gets to her?"

"I'm aware, Ro.", Harry mutters, pressing on the broken skin making Romania flinch. "Don't tell me you had a change of heart and you're not going to kill her.", she says.

Harry grabs a bottle of antiseptic. "I'm still deciding."

Romania rolls her eyes, hissing as he cleans her wound with the antiseptic. "She's a vicious monster, that's what she is. First, she brought you under her charm, then she planned to kill you, take our money and destroy our empire. I don't know why you trusted her in the first place."

Harry didn’t say anything, he reached for a needle and some surgical thread to close the cut with some stitches. "It was all part of some big plan. As much as I'd love to know as well, she's not going to remember, Harry. At least let me have my way with her. I'll have her in the basement for one day and she'll start singing like a bird-ah!"

Harry sows her skin together, looking up to give her a glare. "You will not touch her. I can do that too, but it's not fair to torture something out of a person who doesn't remember anything about it in the first place."

"She's playing you, Harry.", Romania sighs. "If you don't kill her, you're going to let her win. If her ties are with Tony, then we're pretty much done for. She is banking on you. She knows you can't kill her. She'll get away, Harry. You've assigned Oliver to her! Don't you remember how close they were? He'll let her escape!"

"I trust Oliver.", Harry finishes the stitches. He grabs a bandage to lay over it. "You're done.", he says, taking his gloves off.

"Thank you.", Romania mumbles and reaches for him. She moved her hands up Harry’s neck, weaving one hand into his Harry. "Harry, I'm telling you this because I care about you. I know your emotions are messed up because of your last month together again, kissing her, fucking her-"

"-Romania.", Harry warns.

"-You wish you could go back to that.", Romania continues, stroking his bottom lip with her thumb. "The truth is, you don't need her. There are so many better women who will be loyal to you. Who'll die for you, who will do anything for you.” 

She got so close, her breasts were brushing against Harry’s chest and almost popping out of her bra. But, he didn’t feel anything. The only thing he could think of was how good Reagen could make him feel.

“Oh fuck, Harry..”, she moans as she lets her head hit back against the pillow, her hands in his hair as he laps his tongue over her clit.

She tasted so sweet, so juicy. So gratifying was her flavor that he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to his face, burying his mouth in her delicious folds. The sting of his scalp as she tugged on his hair, letting out beautiful sounds as he pleasured her, only made him more excited. 

“You like that, baby?”, he looks up at her with a grin, her juices dripping down from his lips. 

“F-Feels so good, Harry, please, please..”, she begs, her hands pushing his head back down as her breathing gets heavier with her release being close. He flicked his tongue across her and inserted two eager fingers into her slick center. Her moan rose to a pleasure filled shriek, and he felt her walls close tight around his fingers. 

“Let go, darling, come on, coat my fingers and my mouth, I want every bit of it, give it to me..”, he hums against her skin and watches her unfold with awe. She looked divine. Murmurs of his name leaving her lips, eyes rolled back in pleasure. 

She lay sprawled with a content smile on her lips and he pressed little kisses to her skin, starting from her stomach and finally reaching her lips. “Where’d you learn that? It was like, out of this world, good, you know?”

“Wait till I’m inside you, love.”, he whispered, stroking some of her hair back from her forehead, still hovering over her. She grins, moving her hand to stroke his rock hard dick, making him groan. “Oh yeah? Show me then.”

She gasped as he slid into her easily moistened sex, letting out a loud moan. “You feel that, darling? Feel how you fit around my cock?”

She wasn’t able to answer as he grunted, pulling his hips back only to plunge them forward, fucking her with hard, deliberate thrusts. She opened her legs wider and relished the feeling of his shaft ramming so deeply. 

“Tell me how good it feels, baby.”, he pants, moving a hand to squeeze around her right breast. 

“S-So good, s-so fucking good.” His thrusts get faster and she grabs his shoulders, her mind going blank with pleasure. “Who do you belong to?”, he asks.

She might be the one that makes grown men quaking in their boots in the outside world, but when she’s with Harry? She just wants him to take control. To mark her up and to make her cry out of pleasure. He loved the way her body would react to his touch. He takes pride in knowing that he’s one of the very few people she trusts. 

Harry moved his hand on her breast to her jaw, his fingers pressing her mouth open. “Answer me.”

“Y-You. I’m all yours, Harry.”, she managed to say and opened her mouth further, sticking out her tongue. “Want me to spit in your mouth, baby? Such a dirty girl.”

He leaned forward before collecting his spit and aiming it inside her mouth, landing it on her tongue. She moans, swallowing it. “Good girl.”, he praises, bringing his lips over hers for a kiss. She kissed him hungrily. His tongue entered her mouth as his cock penetrated her. 

“I-I’m close..”, she whimpers, biting down on his lip. 

“Me too, sweetheart, c-can’t hold on much longer. Y-You feel so fucking perfect.”

They hold each other through their highs, and continue to do so as they come down from it. “Harry?”, she whispers, kissing his cheek.

“Mm sunshine?” He looks up at her, giving her a tired, lazy grin. 

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Romania’s face coming inches closer to his face and his lips made him jerk back to the reality that he wished was just a really bad nightmare. Five years and the memories he had with her were still so painful to remember, etched into his brain like he wouldn’t ever forget any detail.

“She’s done so much to you, Harry. Let the whore rot in hell.”, Romania seethed.

Harry tangles his hand in her hair, leaning down making her think he was going to kiss her, but he yanks her head back by the grip on her hair, making her hiss in pain. “Shut the fuck up, you jealous bitch.”

She grins despite the pain, one snap of his wrist and she would be dead. 

“Get out before I kill you.", Harry mutters, letting her go. The only reason why he hadn’t done so already was because her father was important, and she did her job decently. 

“Yes sir.”, she hums and hops off the chair. “You have to do something about her soon though.”

Harry picks up his whiskey glass again, emptying it down his throat before taking a swing from his cigarette. Even though Romania annoyed the crap out of him, she was right. Harry had to put Reagen behind him, or he would never move on. He had given her enough of his time. It was time to end it all.

"I'll do what I need to do.”

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y/n couldn't sleep. She racked her brain trying to remember things about her past life, that might be the only thing that could save her. She didn't know how long she's going to be here, or how long Harry wants to keep her here. The only plan she could come up with was making a run for it, but she knew it wouldn't get her far. Someone would chase her down, or they could just fire a bullet at her.

Her thoughts shifted to Harry. She was supposed to be mad at him, supposed to forget him, but she couldn't. Everything around her was lies, but she couldn't believe that the time she spent with Harry in these four weeks was a lie. It wasn't, right? He did deceive her, and he was playing her when she thought she was playing him, but whatever happened between them was real. Their feelings were real. That beautiful ring he had picked out, that was for her. Why couldn't she remember their memories together?

y/n wipes away her silent tears as she stares up at the ceiling in the dark. Pitch dark. Eventually, her tired eyes took a break.

y/n wakes up to Oliver shaking her awake. "So? You have a plan?"

The usually composed Oliver appeared a bit distraught. She was going to bring her hands up to rub her eyes, when he handcuffs them behind her back. "Hey!", she protests.

"Shh, there are a lot of people outside.", Oliver mutters. "And I'm supposed to have you in handcuffs, sorry. Bad news, Harry decided to kill you, he's on his way now."

"Oh great.", she says, not surprised. "Tell him to just hurry it up."

Oliver glares at her. "You still don't remember anything?"

She shakes her head.

Oliver's eyes scan her face.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Oliver. You've been good to me, thank you.", she gave him a small smile. Oliver shakes his head. "I still believe in you."

Just then, they hear knocks on the door. Oliver gets it, and Romania comes in, her heels clicking, head held high. "There she is."

She crouches down, and y/n grunts in disgust, trying to pull away when Romania strokes her hair. "Hey darling, how are you"

"Get away, bitch.", she muttered, and Romania giggles. "How sweet. The once almighty Reagen is now at our mercy. Are you sure you want that to be your last words?"

"Romania, what do you want?", Oliver folds his arms across his chest.

"Oh nothing, just came to say goodbye to her. If Harry has any difficulty pulling the trigger, I'll do it for him.", she says, running her manicured nails across y/n's cheek. "I don't understand what Harry sees in you."

"You're never going to get him.", y/n answers back, and Romania's eyes darken in anger, her hand moving to wrap around y/n's neck, choking her. "You can watch from your grave, Reagen. Harry will see clearly once the filth is removed. You will die today, your chances are all over."

"That's enough, Pelt.", Oliver snaps. Romania lets her go and she coughs, trying to breathe. Romania stands up. "Looks like Harry's here!"

The white cedan was pulling up outside. Romania walked out to greet him. y/n watches as Harry steps out, he was wearing a black shirt, with black pants and boots. The top few buttons were undone, so she could see half of his butterfly tattoo, and other ones. The silver cross chain hung from his neck, rings decorating his hands.

His eyes fall on her as he reaches the door. "Give me a minute with her.", his deep voice rumbles to Romania and Oliver. They both stepped out, and Harry comes in, closing the door.

"Harry.", y/n says softly, flinching as she tried to sit up against the wall. "Sleep well?"

Harry crouches down just like Romania had, so he can meet her eyes. "What do you think?"

"I don't know, do I even know you anymore?", y/n whispers. Harry's eyes soften as he reaches a hand out to fix her hair after Romania's assault. "You know me better than anyone else, y/n." He chuckles to himself. "Guess I've got used to calling you y/n."

"Nice acting by the way, couldn't tell yesterday. Made me a total fool."

Harry sighs. "Everything I did was for you-"

"-No, it was for you.", she cuts him off.

"Wouldn't you do the same thing if you were in my place?", Harry asks. "I lived holding on to the thought of having you back with me for five years, Reagen. I loved you that much."

He looked so handsome. His gorgeous eyes, his pink lips and his brown curls. She wanted to run a hand through it. "J-Just get it done with Harry, whatever."

Harry takes her face, his thumbs wiping her tears away, his own eyes watering. "Please, sunshine. Don't make me do this. Please tell me you remember something."

y/n hated to break his heart, but there was nothing she could do. "I-I'm sorry, Harry.", she croaked, and he pressed her face to his chest. She took in his comforting, masculine scent. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her. Then everything would feel alright. Everything they've been through flashes through her mind as he presses his lips to her forehead.

He pulls her away, his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip. " I promised you a long time ago that we would find your mom. I know you don't remember, but just know that I will find her."

Her mom? She thought she didn't have a family. Reagen didn't have a family, right? Then her painting comes into her mind. The painting Harry was absorbed in. The woman she painted, whom she thought would be her mother. She's real?

Harry didn't allow her time to ask more questions. He presses his lips on to hers, kissing her one last time. This was a different kind of a kiss, not one that leads to something, but a hard, painful one. It felt like he was putting all his emotions into that kiss, letting it all flow into her.

She was wondering about what to make for dinner when she heard the door. She looked through the peephole first, seeing Harry and smiled, opening the door.

"Hey there.", she smiles, her heart skipping a beat as his stressed, grumpy face split into a smile. "Hi. I hope it's not too late, wanted to show you something."

"Of course not, come in."

She let Harry inside and locked the door. "I was just gonna start dinner. You're not going before tasting my signature pasta."

Harry follows her into the kitchen, not being able to trap his smile. "I'd love to try some."

She enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed hers. She's been spending a lot of time with Harry every day, ever since he joined her during her training. She's used to talking to people only about gang work, but Harry? She talked to him about everything.

They shared a lot of likes and dislikes, he was funny, sweet and charming. He was also a big asset for the gang.

"So? What'd you make?", she asks him, moving around the kitchen to get the ingredients while he leans on the slab, looking at her.

He pulled out a small box from his pocket, opening it to show her a chip.

"Your new creation, doc?"

He nods. "Press this button here before throwing it and everything within a 2 mile radius of where it lands will be destroyed."

She doesn't question the working, knowing by now that it's no joke. She raises her eyebrows. "Impressive. I'm sure it'll be useful, keep it safely."

Harry nods, putting it back into his pocket like it was harmless. "You okay, Harry?", she asks. Harry usually got into destruction mode when he was anxious, frustrated and angry. He only told these things to her.

He sighs, nodding slowly. "Just one of those days, I guess."

She squeezed his arm. "It's okay, by the end of the night, you're gonna be feeling better."

"I'm already feeling better. Being around you..I don't know what it is.", he admits.

She smiles, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah? Tell me more, I'm liking the sound of this."

Harry chuckles, amused by her. "Put me to work boss, wanna help you cook."

"You wanna cut the peppers?"

"Sure."

They spent the entire time chatting as they cook together. Then Harry wanted to show off his pro chef skills, wanting to flip the mushrooms in the pan. Of course some of it went flying out and she scolded him while he laughed, apologizing with a soft kiss to her temple, making her smile.

She then brought a spoon to his lips, wanting him to taste the sauce. She watched his face as lips wrapped around the spoon, letting her feed it to him.

"Mm, that's really good." Harry smacks his lips together and she grins. "It is?"

He nods, giving her a side hug as he offers to continue stirring the sauce. "How are you so good at everything you do?"

She blushes, leaning to his side. "I try." She looks up at him. "Are you feeling better?"

"Loads." He pulls her closer. "Thanks, sunshine."

"Sunshine?", she giggles at the nickname.

He nods, smiling back at her. "Trust me, you can be terrifying if you want to be, but I love this side of you. The happy, care free side of you. You're healing me, you're helping me cope with everything I've been through and the first thought I have when I wake up in the morning is about you. So yes, you're my sunshine."

Her heart melted as she turned him around so he was facing her and she wraps her arms around his neck. Harry dropped his head to her forehead, keeping the spatula away to move his hands to her hips.

“Can I kiss you?”, she asks, swiping a thumb across his bottom lip.

Harry smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Only if you want to.”

“And you don’t?”

He grins, closing the space between their lips as he moves a hand to the back of her neck. She felt like her soul had returned to water, like every part of her that came from a dead star became alive. He tasted so sweet, his hand pressing against her skin, his breath fanning over her face. 

“Oh I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.”, he whispers against her lips before kissing her again.

That was their first kiss.

Harry's lips pull away from hers, just as the memory fades away. "I love you, and I'll always love you.", he whispered.

"I love you too, Harry.", she spoke without a tremor now. Almost like the kiss had given her some strength, her fear was melting away. Harry got up without another word, and started walking away.

"Harry!", she calls.

"I'm sorry..I-I can't.", he heard her mumble, before he kicked the door open instead of just unlocking it. Harry walks to Sania and says something to her that splits her face into a grin. "Yes boss, I got it."

"Harry, come on! I asked you first!", Romania whines.

He chose to ignore her, and got in his car again. The car drives away. Great, now she's back with the lunatics, and Oliver.

"Get up and come out, it's easier for us to clean the mess outside.", Sania was coming to her, and grabs her up by her shirt, making her grunt. "Shouldn't get the warehouse dirty!"

Her mom. Her head was aching, as something was trying to come through. Somehow, it was connected to her mom. That night, betraying Harry, killing him, she didn't want to do it.

"Perfect! Is everyone ready to watch the death of the great Reagen? Remember that this is what happens to Traitors!", Romania's voice irritates her while she scans the place. There were around eight men along with Sania and Romania.

Sania points the gun to her forehead. Before she could pull the trigger, y/n jumped up into the air, and kicked her straight in the chest with how much ever strength she could muster. She grinned, that felt good.

"Grab her!", Romania says, taking out her own gun, and all the men rush to her. y/n didn't think, she only fought. It was like muscle memory. She was stronger than she thought. Even with her hands cuffed, she was moving through the men, kicking, and swiftly moving around them, dodging their knives and blades.

Then someone grabbed her around the middle, and she growled, struggling against their grip. He was strong.

"I have her! Romania, shoot!"

It was Oliver. But she felt one of his hands fiddling with the handcuffs, and so she stopped struggling in his grip and with a click they were off. Romania came to her with the gun, Oliver let her go, and she pounced on her like a tiger, sending her down to the ground. Her gun fell out of her hands, and she grabbed it quickly, aiming it at her heart, and she pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The shot was fired. Romania gasps, shuddering as she looks at her chest, soaking blood into her clothes. "You deserved a slow painful death, this will be quick, so be thankful.", she spoke, and she didn't even know where that came from. y/n didn't talk like that. Must be Reagen, she thought. Was she such a badass?

“And remember, Harry was always mine.”, she adds as the life fades away from Romania’s face.

One of the men came at her with a blade, and she ducks down, punching his stomach and grabbing the knife out of his hand as he falls forward. She slashed him with it, and he fell with a thud. Men after men, she took down with the gun in one hand and the knife in the other but she was unscathed. She was fighting like a monster. She took out all her rage and anger out on them.

Next, she was up with Sania. The one whose betrayal hurt more than others. The one she thought was her friend. All the color was draining from Sania’s face and she joined her hands together in apology. "P-Please Reagen, I made a mistake. Please don't-"

She stuck the blade into her stomach in rage. "I thought you were my friend!”

She thought she might feel something as she fell dead in front of her, but she didn’t. She was numb. After all, Sania was going to kill her. She deserved to die.

y/n was rushing on adrenaline, and she looked around at all the fallen bodies, like who's next?

There was a last man standing. Oliver. He put his hands up as she pointed the gun at him, but he was smiling. "So you did have a plan." "Shut up."

He shrugs. Oliver was good. He had helped her. She could trust him. So she lowered the gun. "Are you going to come with me? I have to get out of here."

"I'll be your driver, like old times.", Oliver nods, pointing to a truck. "We'll have to switch cars later, but for now, let's go."

They both get into the car, and Oliver drives away. "So, do you remember everything now?"

"No. Bits.", she sighs, bringing a hand to her forehead. "What do you know about my mother?"

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Harry was looking outside the window, stuck in a memory lane. It contained so many little fragments of his life with Reagen. The moments he spent with her. Every single moment that he wished he could go back to.

And now, he had just given the order for her to be killed.

Harry's phone rings, it was Luke. Luke was an important player in their little game to get Reagen to remember. They all knew Reagen only had one weakness.

Family.

She would do anything for her family. She has gone to bounds and put her life in danger a million times to find her mother. That's why Luke had to play as her sick uncle.

"Hello.", Harry says into the phone.

"Harry. There's a problem.", Luke sounded breathless on the other side.

"What?"

"Romania and Sania are dead, so are some of our men. I don't know where Oliver is and I can't reach him. Angelo called me, said that Reagen attacked them. She's escaped, Harry. Looks like our old Reagen's back."

Harry's face breaks into a smile as he takes the new information in. Now that, was starting to sound like his old partner. The fearless, powerful, brave, Reagen, who looks beautiful while burning her enemies to the ground. The love of his life.

Harry didn't know if she was now his enemy, or his partner in crime, but he could figure it out. The thought of all of it brought a rush of cold air into his body, of excitement and anticipation. She was like his drug, his ecstasy.

His sunshine.

"What do you want to do?", Luke asks him.

Harry brings the lighter to the cigarette between his lips. He took a long puff from it, and released the smoke, before smiling wide.

"We wait. Reagen likes making the first move."

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A/N:- Let me know how you guys liked the last part! Left you at a cliffhanger;) I want to thank each one of you for choosing to read my story, it really means a lot to me. Thank you to everyone who liked my story and re-blogged it, I appreciate it so much.

Traitor-The Present has come to an end, now you understand why I named it like that. This is the story of the present. You still haven't read the story of their past.

So, do we want a sequel?

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 18: Harry Warden

Day 18 coming right up! As always I hope you all enjoy <3, I will be honest though and say it has been forever since I've actually watched my bloody valentine so I'll try my best to do harry justice here.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Soft baby boy. Checks on you multiple times and makes sure you have anything and everything you need. A bath? done, A drink ? done, A snack ? done. Literally ask for anything and this man will run to the store if you don't have it at the house.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

After years of working in the mines, Harry is pretty fit. I could see his favorite part of himself being a tie between his chest and his arms as both show all his years of hard work to put food on the table.

On you it's your smile, Harry's been through a lot, but with you he feels like he's at home. Your smile brings a comfort to him he hasn't experienced in forever.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Harry wants babies (If you have the equipment to make them) so always inside you. If you can't get pregnant he'll probably still cum inside just to avoid a big mess to clean but if he does make a mess it'll be a cold day in hell before he lets you clean it.

D is for Dirty Secret:

If he could get away with it, He'd lock you up in the house and never let you leave. The people outside, the ones who let him sit in that mine and almost die, don't deserve to see you or have you in their presence. Your his baby and he wants you all to himself.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

Harry... isn't the most experienced person. You might have to help him along the first few times. He knows what goes where, and how to make you feel good, But in the actual sex department he's a bit lacking.

F is for Favorite Position:

Even though he hasn't had the most experience Harry fucks like a dog. Doggy style is his favorite by far. He likes bringing you to your hands and knees for him. Knowing he can do that to you and no one else can thrills him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He isn't the most serious but he's not really goofy either? He's more so just really soft and fluffy during sex.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

It's a bit unruly since during his time in the minds he kinda lost the will to care for himself, so you might have to remind him to continue with the upkeep of it. If it gets too bad he takes care of it without reminder but don't be surprised if it slips his mind.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

Very romantic, He's all about wining and dining you. He's really into foreplay just to get the two of you in the mood but its the most tooth rotting foreplay you'll ever experience.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He does it every so often. If you were with him when the mine accident happen then he definitely jacked off to the thought of you in the mines to keep himself somewhat sane.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Praise kink: Tell this boy he's doing a good job and he'll cum on the spot whether he's inside you or not. You've made him cum in his pants more then once with this.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

At home in the bedroom. Like I said your his, he doesn't want anyone that isn't him looking at you in any type of way. He would have to end them if they did and he doesn't wanna have to be killing people 24/7.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

The thought of wanting nothing more then to please you is what gets him going the most. He aims to please and wants you to be as satisfied as possible.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

No degrading you, No hitting you or even being mean. He's just not into it and would never even think about hurting you even if it was for fun during sex.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Major giver. He'll let you give him a blow job here and there but he loves giving you oral. If you ask him what he wants to eat nine times out of ten the answer will be you.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Slow and sensual all the way. He'll get a bit rough when he gets desperate but he wants to make love and make the most of it.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

He hates quickies. Why would he go for a quickie when he can give you the actual real full fledged thing. If you like them that's fine but don't expect him to like them.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He'll experiment within reason, Like if it's something that may hurt you or anything, it's a hard no. However if you bring something up he finds interesting then he'll be down to try it out with you.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

This man used to be a miner, he has all the stamina in the world from doing that for years. He will give you breaks and stop after awhile but he could literally go for hours on end.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

He doesn't have much experience when it comes to toys so if you bring up one night you'd like to try them he's all for it. He might not like every single toy but there are a few he does really like and a lot that he loves to use on you.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He thinks teasing is mean, and he's not about to be mean to his baby. If you wanna tease him just a bit to get him worked up then go for it he doesn't mind but don't be too terribly mean to him just some playful teasing.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He grunts but that's about it, Harry isn't a big noise maker in general and he doesn't talk much either so don't expect sex to be any different.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Soft Harry is soft, he loves cuddles and really anything where he can just hang out with you. So after he runs your aftercare bath expect him to sit on the toilet and have him just hang out with you, no talking, just you and him being together.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

Harry's got a big thick dick, About 8 inches and a good amount of girth to it.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

High as fuck but only for you. He's never felt this way about anyone before and as far as he's concerned the sun rises and sets with you and so does his sex drive.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

He waits awhile. He likes to make sure your entirely ok before even thinking about sleeping. He also likes to cuddle and just hold you for awhile too. If you had any doubts of his feelings for you, you won't after this.

[supercap2319]

The Hook & The Flame

Harry Hook x Male Reader

After Dizzy styled Y/N's hair with blue and red dye in the sink, modeling the colors after his dads Hades and Chernabog, she painted his fingernails light blue with skeleton designs. At last, Dizzy spun his chair around so Y/N could see the finished product. He got out of his chair as he peered into the broken fragments of the mirror on the wall.

The top of his hair was colored blue to look like flames, matching his dad's own literal fire of blue hair. The sides were red as blood like Chernabog's eyes, but mixed in with his own natural hair color. Before he wasn't sure if he was his parents' kid anymore, but now there was no denying that he was a villain through and through.

Dizzy smiled at him. Admiring her work as she eagerly awaited his comment on whether or not she did a good job.

Y/N looks at his reflection and winks. "Hey, there I am."

"Voilà!" Dizzy cried in excitement. She threw her hands out to emphasize how excited she was.

"Voilà." Y/N reached into his pocket, pulling out a couple of dollars for her.

She looks at the money in disbelief as she looks at Y/N, astonishment on her face. "For me?"

Y/N nods. "Yeah, you earned it."

Dizzy takes the money and giggles in excitement as she walks towards the cash register. Her sense of accomplishment and peace didn't last very long. A swashbuckling young man named Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook, entered the salon. He held a glinting silver hook in his left hand. Harry wore a black hat, a long leather red coat, black pants, and a grayish wife beater underneath the red coat. He made other pirates shiver in their timber's, with a handsome face and beautiful blue eyes that were just as blue as the ocean. That made him both dangerous and beautiful at the same time.

"Fork it ower ye runt." Dizzy froze as Harry grinned down at her, hand outstretched for the money. The young girl begrudgingly handed over the money she had just earned to the Scottish sounding pirate.

Harry looks down at the old car hood that acts as a desk for the cash register as he taps it with his hook. "And the rest of it." He demands. Harry had yet to notice Y/N, too busy robbing Dizzy Tremaine of all the salon's money.

Dizzy goes and opens up the cash register as Harry puts her money that he took in between his lips and teeth, holding it tight as she gives him everything inside. "Hmm… Thank you." Harry turned to leave.

"Give that money back, Hook." Y/N said.

Harry stopped, whirled around and grinned when he saw Y/N. "Well, well, well, what a nice surprise."

"Hi, Harry." Y/N told him. "Still running errands for Uma like a good dog, or does she actually let you off your leash and let you keep what you steal?"

Harry strolled towards him, flashing a dangerous smile and waved his hook around. "Just wait until Uma hears you're back. She is never going to give you back your territory." He looks Y/N up and down, licking his lips like a hungry cat. The pervert.

"Oh, well, that's okay. Because I will be taking it back. Preferably from her cold dead fishy bitch fingers." Y/N grins.

Harry grins too as his hook brushes against Y/N's collar bone. "You know, I cuid hurt ye." He promised in a whisper as he continued to tease Y/N with his silver hook. The son of Hades and Chernabog grabbed his wrist and spit out the gum he had been chewing and stuck it on the tip of Harry's hook. "Not without her permission I'll bet." Harry chuckled as he placed the tip of the hook to his lips and opened up his mouth as he stuck the piece of gum inside.

"You know that I prefer princes now to dirty pirates, right?"

"Ahh, yes. You and Prince Beasty."

"I am going to need Dizzy's money back."

Harry gets closer to him and smiles down at him. "Why dinnae ye come ane get it?"

It was an unspoken challenge. To see if Y/N was still a child of the Isle or if Auradon had changed him in more ways than one. He got close to Harry. So close, that he could see the blues of his eyes shiny like the sun reflecting on the water in the morning. "If you insist."

He pulled Harry down by his coat and connected their lips together. It wasn't a sweet kiss like with Ben. He tasted like chocolate chip cookies and innocence. Harry was different. He was salty and just a bit of seaweed slime. It was familiar territory between them. Two Isles boys who were more about lust and fucking than love and passion.

Harry pulled back and grinned. "A knew ye still found me hot."

He held out his hand for Harry. "Pay up."

The pirate looked at his outstretched hand and smiled once again. "Now A have tae pay for yer services?" He hands him the money. "Best thin A iver spend."

"Go on. Go fetch."

Harry chuckled, walked towards the door and knocked the knick knacks off the register and bowed to Y/N. "Until next time, Duckling." Y/N handed Dizzy back her money as she sighed.

"Great, more sweeping."

[saucyjothoughts]

What would be each of them's go-to song for sex?

I wasn't initially going to answer this because opinions are going to be completely different for every boo (and I don't know any Slovenian music they might be into) but I ended up spending way too long thinking about it so here we go.

Bojan:

Come Together - the Beatles

Kris prefers the Godsmack cover but Bojan prefers the classic.

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

So erotic and full of emotional turmoil that it's cliché - perfect for Bojan.

Lube - Adam Lambert

We know Bojan loves Freddie Mercury and Queen so it's not a big leap to find Adam Lambert's queer lustsongs.

Beggin' - the Maneskin cover

This song slaps and you can't tell be Bojan doesn't appreciate the opportunity to think about Damiano David when he's coming.

My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion

You know why.

Jan:

Toxic - Britney Spears

Jan probably has multiple Britney songs in his sexytimes playlist but this is his favourite.

FMLYHM - Seether

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me.

Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

I love the idea of Jan finding this song/band as a teenager and being briefly obsessed. This song is still in his playlists.

Good Boy - Zee Machine

Kinda niche and Jan is always looking for new, lesser known artists. The fun 80s pop sounds that he likes, and shamelessly gay.

Beautiful Dangerous - Slash ft Fergie

You can't tell me Jan hasn't idolised Slash as some point and this song has such dirty female vocals.

Jure:

Hit That - the Offspring

Jure gives me strong Offspring vibes and this song gives slutty stray cat vibes with a perfect thrust tempo.

You Could Be Mine - Guns n Roses

I really wanted to give Jure some GNR and this song is probably in his sex playlist and his motorbike playlist.

Batshit - Sofi Tucker

He particularly enjoys being physical to this song when enjoying recreational substances.

I Was Made For Loving You - the Yungblud cover

This is a brilliant fucksong and I think Jure would love these raspy, raw vocals.

Shake That - Eminem, Nate Dogg

Jure loves an ironically misogynistic party song with a good beat. He also loves ass.

Bonus:

Community Property - Steel Panther

Not sure if this would be in his sex playlist but I'd love to see him try to play it during soundcheck and have Bojan shut him down as soon as he realises what the song is about.

Nace:

Slow n Easy - Whitesnake

I think Nace would appreciate the classics. And the way this song builds echoes how I imagine Nace fucks.

Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chili Peppers

We know Nace loves Flea and this song is hot.

Crazy - Aerosmith

So smooth and soulful. And have you seen the video?

I Wanna Know What Love Is - Foreigner

Emotional sex and finally feeling like you belong? Yep, that's a Nace song.

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect. It reminds him of someone.

Kris:

Apocalyptic - Halestorm

A song about breakup hatefucking.

Feeling Good - the Muse cover

I just love how powerfully this song builds and relaxes and plays, especially for a man who loves edging.

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

There had to be some arctic Monkeys in here somewhere, and of course it's this song for Kris.

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself - the White Stripes cover

A perfect lapdance song. The yearning is real.

Kitchen Light - Xana

A heartbreak fucksong for the king of pining. It's not about anyone in particular. Nope, definitely not.

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hii! First off I absolutely adore your writing and I'm super excited for your upcoming fics, but I was wondering what are your favorite go-to fics (by other authors) that you want to read again and again?

Hello, love!

I did this once, but I can’t seem to find the post (go figure) so I’m happy to do it again. ❤️ I actually have a folder on my Kindle titled Comfort Fics and these are what’s in there. (I also have a bunch of fics from the same authors, but I thought it best to rec one per author. Check out their other stuff if you haven’t already.)

Most Re-Read Fic

🏈 Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante

This fic has, without a doubt, my most favorite version of Louis ever written. But more than that, I think that this is just a very nostalgic fic for me, because it was released about six months into me falling into the fandom, and so it kind of reminds me of that time where I was discovering fics and fandom and Larry for the first time. I feel like whenever I go back to it, it feels like that slice of time all over again. Epitome of a comfort fic.

Snack Fic Re-Read

🌬️Fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou

This is just the most perfect single-sitting fic ever. It has everything you need to feel like you’ve read something full and all consuming. I’m a really big fan of the romantic build up, and I love that this has that, even in what is technically an established relationship trope. Love, love, love.

Fave Bedtime Re-Read

🕊️ Counting the Steps Between Us by zarah5

I keep crawling back to this fic like a long lost lover. It’s just written in such a way that hits the spot every time, with the perfect amount of tension and storytelling for you to feel like you’ve earned it by the time they get together.

Best Smut Re-Read

🫦 Hike Up Your Skirt (and Show Your World to Me) by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies

When this was being written, I told @twopoppies that it was going to overthrow Are You Gonna Be My Girl? by LoadedGunn as my holy grail smut fic and I wasn’t wrong. I mean… this fic’s reputation precedes it. It just gets the job done in the most delicious, dark, dirty way. I get that the themes might not be for everyone, but it’s definitely for me. If you’re specifically looking for something that can only be described as delectable debauchery, you’ve found it. (Read the tags!)

Specific Mood Re-Read

🪐 Saved Tonight by Anonymous*

Harry's the world's most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis' biggest fan. Louis hasn't written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It's probably destiny.

This fic is just really, really special to me. It’s soft in the most weird and wonderful way, and I’ve not found another fic that makes me feel the way this does. I think the best way to describe this is that it’s a fic that envelopes you in such a specific setting that you find yourself going back to it to live in that place for a little while.

*The author has since taken it down, and I don’t know by what username they prefer to go by, so I just listed it as Anonymous.

A/B/O Re-Read

🐺 Where You Lay by HamPalpert

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

A/B/O is my most favorite trope ever, but because there are a lot of different permutations of the “rules”, it’s often hard for me to find an A/B/O fic that includes everything I really really really love about the trope. This is that fic for me.

Best Soft Re-Read

🎵 Make Your Words A Weapon by HelloAmHere / @helloamhere

The way Harry is written in this fic is everything to me. This fic is soft in the most lovely way, and there’s something so healing in the way it discusses trauma without ever sacrificing the romance in the fic. This has a piece of dialogue that I think about nearly monthly, but I won’t share it cause I want you to experience it for yourself first.

Holy Grail Re-Read

⏳my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach

Let me start off by saying this fic is an investment, but Jesus is it worth it. This is just the most unique blend of canon and Larry lore ever, and it just does it so, so perfectly. If you’re looking for a fic that will make you see Larry’s love story as the most perfect insider version of it ever, this is the fic. It’s so good that I never want to read/watch the original Time Traveler’s Wife. As far as I’m concerned, this is the original. (Don't forget to read the companion piece feel myself fall, make a joke of it all.)

Honorable Mentions

(I haven’t re-read these yet only because I feel like I’ve just finished them and I’m giving myself some time to miss them so much that it feels like the first time all over again.)

🗽 Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo

An exes-to-lovers for the ages. This fic is painfully beautiful, and there’s something about these characters that have stood (and will continue to stand) the rest of time. I think this is a gorgeously mature fic that deals with the complexities of love and romance in a way that’s rare. This is one of the most realistic depictions of Harry and Louis that feels true to who they are in every era.

🦋 of the divine by @thedevilinmybrain

Harry in this is literally ethereal, but also, the way the romance is layered over religious themes is just done in such a fulfilling and delicious way. I love fics that manage to marry such specific knowledge with a story that’s still romantic and wildly sexy. This is a journey, and just thinking about it makes me want to pick it up immediately.

[patdkoala]

Part Two: New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x female reader

warnings: Smut, nickname use (baby, honey I love Harry Styles), riding, unprotected p in v, cumming inside, bottom!Sam

Sam and I visit each other all the time now that we are close to each other.

There was even talk of taking down the one main wall that connects our two apartments. That way we would have just one big apartment.

Sam used his big-time Hollywood pretty boy actor face to convince our landlady into letting me do what I want.

She still hasn't had the time or money to fix the building's washer and dryer.

I was carrying my large bag of laundry down the stairs into the creepy cellar room that holds the washer and dryer captive.

"Fancy seeing you here," I said to Sam as I walked in and saw him standing in the room at one of the tables folding what looks like dress pants.

"Why do you say that?" He asked as he smiled his cheesy grin at me,

"Because I just assumed that Sam Claflin the pretty boy actor has someone else to do his laundry for him."

"I prefer to do my own laundry so that I know where everything is," He said as I looked over and saw his pile of clothes all in perfect stacks corresponding to what each clothing item was.

One pile for shirts, one for pants, one for socks, one for underwear, and one for miscellaneous items.

"Why are you carrying a trash bag? The trash shoot is in the other room," He said as I looked and realized my laundry bag is in fact just a large black trash bag.

"No, these are my dirty clothes. I'm not living off of Daisy Jones money so I have to use a trash bag for my clothes. And guess what the real kicker is. When these clothes are clean they get put back in the trash bag and I just pray the bag doesn't rip."

He laughed as I then I picked up my trash bag and put it on the table next to his neat piles, slightly jostling the piles.

We stood there in silence and did our laundry together.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" I asked as Sam looked up at me with the most puppy-like eyes I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Uh, no. Why? Are you asking me out?"

"God no. Not out, at least. I'm asking you if you'd want to stop by my place tonight and get a bite. I was thinking of ordering something nice tonight."

"Sounds great. What's the occasion?"

"I sold one of my books to a publisher and I figured we should celebrate since I wrote some bits of it about my new neighbor, Sam Claflin."

"You wrote a book about me?"

"No, I wrote a book about the people I meet and you just happened to show up in part of it," I said as I threw some clothes in the washer.

"I'll have dinner with you but only if you let me pick what movie we watch because you never let me pick anymore," He said which was true.

Sam and I have been spending most nights together after our first quote on quote date.

We aren't a couple but we have grown pretty close to each other.

He insisted on showing me romance movies since I shared how much I despised them when we first met.

"You just haven't seen the right ones," Is all he had to say about it. Before I knew it, we were hopping back and forth between apartments watching every rom-com that Sam thought I would like.

We found a few that I did end up liking.

"Fine. But, you have to tell me what type of movie we are going to watch," Sam said as I smirked at him.

"Don't tell me, Sam Claflin is scared of horror movies."

"I'm not, I just am not too fond of them," He said as he everted his eyes at me so I couldn't see that he was lying.

"Well, I will see you later. I was just coming down here to drop my laundry off. I will see you later, Sam Claflin," I said as he smiled at me and then he just continued to fold his clothes.

I went upstairs to get ready. I brushed my teeth and hair after taking an EVERYTHING shower. (Ifykyk)

I then called Sam and asked what he wanted for dinner. He said Chinese so I went on doordash and ordered some.

I made the couch all nice and then I sat on it and waited for Sam to knock on my door three times like he always did.

"Come in!" I yelled as I stood up and Sam opened the door since I left it unlocked for him.

"Wow, this place looks great."

"Yeah, I cleaned up a bit," I said as I played with the ends of my hair.

"It smells good in here too. Did you light a candle?" He asked as he looked around trying to find a flame.

I shook my head. "No, why? What does it smell like?"

"Vanilla and cucumber," He said as I then sniffed myself and realized he was smelling me because I had just showered and let the apartment get all steamy. The scent probably lingered.

"Oh, you must be smelling me. I showered. Who knew a pretty boy actor like you had such a good sense of smell," I said as he walked over to me and leaned in close.

I swear to God. Sam Claflin was sniffing me.

"You smell amazing. This apartment looks amazing."

I just looked up at him into his beautiful green eyes. "What are we doing here?" I asked as I leaned into him but not touching him, just leaned close enough to be near him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He lied. I knew he was lying because he everted his eyes again. He can never look at me when he's lying.

I grabbed onto his chin with my thumb and index finger. I moved his face to look me in the eyes.

"Tell me what we are doing here," I said again.

This time, he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned closer filling that final amount of space left between the two of us. He kissed me so deeply and passionately.

His hand found its way into my hair where it seemingly got lost and tangled.

My hands found their way to his face where I cupped his jaw and pulled him closer to me to fill any unwanted gaps.

"Uhm, excuse me. Where do you want me to put this?" The Doordash guy asked as he walked up to the door, which was still left open thanks to Sam.

Sam and I broke apart from our kiss and Sam walked over to the guy and took the bag of food. Sam then dug into his pocket and pulled out a 20 handing it to the guy.

"Thanks have a nice- Holy shit. You're Finnick Odair!" The guy yelled at Sam as he took the 20.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you for delivering my food," Sam said trying to get this guy to leave. "Have a nice day and drive safe."

"Hey, man. Do you think I can get a picture with you? My girl is gonna freak," He asked as he took out his phone.

"Sure, just promise me you won't come back here again," Sam said as the guy shook his head. "No, of course. I would never do that."

Sam nodded and then put his arm around the guy getting ready for a selfie.

"Oh, do you mind taking it of us?" The guy asked me as I rolled my eyes and then took the phone from the guy.

"Okay, everyone say Cheese!" I said as Sam smiled comically big next to the delivery man. I took one picture and then handed the phone back to the guy and he left.

Sam set the food on the kitchen table and I went and sat down on the couch trying to catch my thoughts on what had just happened before the guy showed up.

I kissed Sam Claflin. Pretty actor boy Sam Claflin.

"Nice, you got a lot of good stuff," Sam said as he took out each item that was in the bag.

"Are we just going to ignore what happened?"

"I get a lot of fans like that all the time. Don't worry he won't come back here. And even if he does, I can just call my security guy and ask him to stay here a couple of nights," Sam said as I just sat there looking dumbfounded.

"No, I- wait what? No. I meant the kiss. Are we going to ignore that we just kissed?"

"No, I wasn't planning on ignoring our kiss. I just would like to eat the food while it's still hot. We can kiss again later," He said as he got a plate filled up with food.

"So, you want to kiss me again?"

"Of course I do," He said as he sat down next to me and started eating. "So, what movie did you pick out?"

We ate and talked and laughed while watching Scream. It's my favorite horror film and I knew Sam would be scared the whole time and I enjoyed the thought of comforting him.

We started to move closer and closer to each other. Soon enough I felt one of his hands on my lap. Underneath the blanket.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I kept my eyes laser focused on the movie.

"Watching the movie. What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked as I looked down at my lap and saw the blanket move. I saw his hands reach further up.

"Sam, please," I slightly moaned out as he touched my inner thigh.

"Use your words, honey," He said as I melted into his touch along with his words.

"Please, fuck me, Sam."

"As you wish."

He then pulled me by the waist and had me in his lap facing him. My legs were wrapped around him and I tangled my fingers into the root of his hair as he moaned into my mouth and our kiss deepened.

He removed my shirt and tossed it across the room. I then removed his and did the same. A small giggle escaped from his lips. I stole the giggle by entrapping my mouth onto his.

His hands found their way onto the clasps of my bra and he quickly took it off in less than a minute. I can't even get my own bra off in 5 minutes.

He left hickeys all over my chest and neck. Good thing I don't leave the apartment because if I do then people would see all the markings that he was leaving on me. Like he was a dog and I was his tree.

He moved us so that he was on top of me and we were horizontal on the couch.

He was wearing a simple gold necklace and it hovered above my face as he kissed up and down my body.

He started to remove my pants and I slid them off with ease. He started to undo his jeans and as he was sitting over me I traced my fingers along the beautiful tattoos painted across his chest.

"Is this okay, honey?"

He was moving closer to being inside of me. "Yes. Everything you do is okay with me," I said as he smiled at me softly and then before I knew it.

Sam Claflin was inside of me.

We both moaned out at the feeling of each other.

"Oh, honey. I can't believe you feel this good," He moaned as he slid a finger inside of me along with everything else going on.

We went on like that on the couch for a solid 5 minutes but then he got off of me.

"Why'd you stop? What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up on the couch, reaching for a blanket because I was just sitting there completely naked.

"I'm too old to be fucking you on the couch like this. My back is about to give out and not in a good way," He said as I nodded and then wandered off.

"Uhm, where's your bedroom?" He asked as I smiled and stood up, taking the blanket with me, and dragged him into my bedroom.

I got a new bed and it's a slightly bigger bed with a nice wooden frame that I painted to make me feel like it wasn't the cheapest one I could find in IKEA.

He got in bed first. And I mean IN bed.

He got under the covers. Might I mention this guy was also naked,

Sam Claflin, fully in the nude, and in my bed.

"Oh, are we going to bed now?" I asked as he put his arms behind his head.

He looks so yummy. Lying in my bed. Arms behind his head. The only thing he is wearing is a simple gold necklace with a small charm.

I crawled onto the bed and got on top of his lap. I was sitting on his lap just far up on his waist enough to feel his raging boner under me.

"Please, honey," He moaned out as I touched his face gently.

"Use your words, baby," I said as I reached down and gently rubbed him.

"Please, (Y/N)," He said as I then got under the covers and straight up sat on his dick.

He and I both moaned as I rode him.

I held onto the headboard behind him and he held onto my hips, trying to steady me.

"Oh, fuck," He moaned as he bit his lip. I leaned forward and kissed him. I bit his lip as we released our mouths from each other.

"Honey, I'm close," He said as I moved in a faster motion and felt every bit of him hit me in all the right places.

"Don't stop, please baby," He said in a sort of whimper.

I came on his dick and then I felt him release in spurts shortly after.

He pulled me off of him after a few minutes of me just sitting on him panting like crazy together.

He held me close to his chest and I continued to trace his tattoo with my finger. He held my other hand and clasped it tight.

"There is no way I'm ever letting you go," He said as I pushed him off of me and started to get dressed.

"Wait, did I do something wrong? Why are you leaving?"

"I have to go finish my laundry," I said as he smiled. "Wanna join me?"

[kaycode1999]

Hello I was wondering if I could have an MHA (and maybe demon slayer but if im asking for too much mha is fine) character matchup if your not too busy. 

I'm straight and use she/her pronouns. I was previously bi but now I'm a straight alley with a friend group as straight as a circle 😑

personality: I'm creative, hyper, ENFP, slytherin, (somewhat) smart, ADHD, nerd, Sarcastic, funny, I'm basically the tall intimidating person that's actually a huge softie, I have a mind dirtier than a dumpster,  my humor is f'd up but hilarious, have different personalities for different people, I hate asking for too much of people, Tomboy,  I hate expressing negative emotions and just suppress them, had sewerslidal thought when I was young due to family stuff (doesn't happen anymore) I'm that mixture between an extrovert and a introvert,  oldest daughter syndrome, I like making new friends but arouhd a lot of people idk i hate leaving my friends sight, Comedic friend, and I'm a people pleaser. Hates when people say no not because im spoiled i just think they will hate me for asking a question like that. Sometimes wants to eat non edible things.

Hates: bugs, math, those stupid low quality crayons restaurants give kids, singing infront of people, and cleaning.

Loves: I love art, watching anime, music, Doing voice impressions, singing, riding my bike, Cosplaying, gaming, baking, cooking, and reading

Favorite animal: snakes

Show/movies i love: hazbin hotel, helluva boss, tbhk, demon slayer, mha, IF,  TMNT, journey to the center of the earth, jumanji, Disney movies in general, DreamWorks movies in general, schitts creek, ghost busters, tadc, Harry potter, percy jackson, comedy movies, my inner demons, dream smp,  and marvel in general.

Addicted to: fanfics, anime, ai chats, gummy/sour candy, tiktok, ghost hunting vids, music, stuffed animals.

Music taste: hazbin hotel and helluva boss music, Disney music, good charlotte, jelly roll, struggle jennings, tom macdonald, and country music.

Clothes style: short sleeve shirts, hoodies, Jean shorts and pants, converse, and a necklace if I'm feeling like it.

Must have: some sort of physical touch such as hugs or cuddles once or will go crazy

Allergies: dogs

(preferably don't give denki or Mic cuz I get those too often 😭. Thanks for your time!)

Demon Slayer

Tengen Uzi

My Hero Academia

Best Jeanist

You have deep special connections with both of them because of a shared creative spirit

They both think your hyper-ness is adorable and amusing

They both think of you as smart and appreciate that about you

They both love that you’re nerdy, they think it’s very cute and even have some nerdy interests themselves

Uzi freaking loves your sarcasm and loves giving it back just as much

Jeanist wasn’t expecting it but comes to find it humorous

As tall and intimidating as you are they are both taller and more intimidating

They are also just as much softies on the inside as you

I don’t know why but when you said your mind was dirty I just thought you meant like inappropriate stuff; innuendos or that sort of thing and I thought it would be funny because Tengen loves it even though he gets a little flustered and will do it right back. Poor Jeanist he gets so flustered, poor thing he doesn’t know how to act😂. But I did see you said F-ed up humor right after so I could have taken a different meaning

Either way they both find you very funny

They both try to be there for you and give you a safe space to express those emotions you suppress, they understand it will take time and it’s hard to break habits like that but they’re there for you if and when you need them

Jeanist especially will be sensitive to this and I think really dotes on you more than usual when he can sense you’re dealing with negative emotions

It’s good that you are sociable because both of them are also social, but they understand wanting to stick by people you know and are comfortable around

Both of them have a lot of expectations in their lives; the hero society and general public, the demon slayer corps, as well as internal pressure so they understand people pleasing well and might even have those tendencies themselves

They will help you to not do it too much to where you burn yourself out, if you want their help that is. If you just want them to be understanding and love you through it they’ll do that too

Honestly I think they are both so doting and wrapped around your finger they virtually never say no to you. Whatever you want is yours

They both happen to love basically all the stuff you listed you love so it’s really nice you can enjoy the same things

They both love physical affection like hugs or cuddles and will hug or cuddle you all the time

[yellowloid]

my experience at am's show (rock in roma, ippodromo delle capannelle - 16/07/2023)

SO you know the drill by now this is the compulsory recap post i need to write because i'm terrified of forgetting about things and i also have so much more footage this time around (i basically recorded the whole concert while in paris i kinda did but idk i had much less stuff it was my first time so i was just too overwhelmed ajfnwidjsj). you knew it was coming i just needed to sort my thoughts out and i know some of those things have already been said but idc i'm writing them down anyway + i rewatched all my videos so i have a lot to say so LET'S GO

• first of all i want to preface this by saying that it was +40° degrees in rome and gates were opened at 3pm. opening bands started at ~6:30 and am came on stage at 9:40. needless to say everyone was cooking under the sun and slowly losing our collective minds i swear i've never drunk so much water my entire life and still felt like i was shrinking

• it was also my first proper concert standing in a pit + i was lucky enough to have tickets for the closest section to the stage and kind of a decent view despite the fact that i'm literally 5'2

• still i confirmed my opinion that i very much prefer seated tickets (not a big fan of standing in a crowd i must admit) ESPECIALLY when it comes to summer concerts because there was literally NO AIR just weed smoke and most importantly sweat i swear i couldn't breathe. we were fairly close to the stage but at what cost

• i wasn't particularly excited about the opening acts (as i wasn't for inhaler back in may) BUT i have to say they both slayed so hard??? willie j healey was so fucking cute and thoughtful with the crowd (we were under the shadow of the stage but the more far back section of the pit was directly under the scorching sun his whole set and he kept asking if they were okay) and the hives hyped up the crowd so fucking much??? their stage presence was incredible everyone loved them

• the breaks in between opening acts and am were filled with the festival replaying the same harry styles/rosalia/*random italian trapper* songs over and over again and at some point the crowd was about to riot because FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TURN THAT SHIT OFF not even joking when i say we heard the same hs song at least 30 times i swear dante alighieri used that as inspiration to write his inferno

• everyone was sweaty dirty tired and kinda fucked up from the sun and by the time am was about to come on stage i was contemplating my chances of not passing out and praying to god clinging to the bit of energy i still had in me to hold on for just an hour and a half more

• just making it clear this wasn't in any way their fault they came on at the time they were supposed to and everything turned out fine it was just. concerts in rome in the middle of july are.........something

• BUT ANYWAY after hours of us slowly decomposing it was finally time for am!!!!!!!!!

• they opened with sculptures and honestly THANK GOD because (maybe unpopular opinion? idk idc argue with the wall) that is just how it should be. not a big fan of brianstorm as an opener

• alex introduced teddy picker by saying "haven't you heard? teddy is back!"

• he also introduced the view with "let's go back to the very beginning" at which my heard did a bit of a !!!!

• after the view and before 4/5 he randomly went "feeling professional... 🎶 tonight 🎶

• he was feeling sooooo silly the whole show (<3) but he really went crazy with the spoken antics during 4/5

• he clapped his hands as he sang "with coloured old grey whistle test👏 lights👏" which weirdly scratched something just right in my brain

• "and that's unheard of... here in roma or anywhere else for that matter... nobody's done that!"

• he changed the lyrics and went "the only time that I stop laughing is to breathe or steal a kiss" and then proceeded to send a kiss to the crowd

• "four stars out of five... why don't you put that in your [pile]? / four stars out of five... ten times out of nine"

• "four stars out of five... that's right... that's why i like it! 😜" at the very end, said in the most adorable tee-hee way i can't even begin to describe it

• the piano interlude before high was sprinkled with the saddest series of "why... why... why..." ever uttered by man 💔

• after high he said " fantastic! ... what a night"

• "i wanna tell you about a girl that i made up... 💁‍♂️ ages ago 💁‍♂️" as an introduction to arabella

• i'm sure you've seen the video going around but during arabella he noticed a fan was (i think?) crying and asked "are you okay?" before resuming his singing

• "the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes...... ‼️RRRRRRROMAAAAAAA‼️......... as arabella"

• after the song ended he thanked the crowd by going "good work everyone... jolly good. grazie"

• he thanked the crowd a lot, said grazie/grazie mille a lot, and frequently said roma instead of rome (idk why i found that cute but yeah <3) and his way of rolling his r's when speaking italian was just too adorable i wanted to put him in a blender and drink him as a smoothie

• the version of do me a favour that they've been playing lately sounds slightly softer than the original and i'm all for it. it amplifies the vibe of exhausted resignation that lingers in the lyrics and it just sounds so devastating i love it

• he lifted the mic stand during the song +  pretended to break something in half during the "to start to break in half" line and yeah. that was also what he was doing to my heart

• no he did not have a mullet he just arranged his hair in a way that made it seem like it for a split moment. why did i see people on twitter hoping for the mullet........DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS

• "tremendous.... thank you 💅"

• also about that rumour going around of him pointing at louise during the "may i call you her name" - he literally acted out the whole line, pointed to himself, then at a random hypothetical you, then sidestage; he was not pointing at anyone specifically + why would anyone want that song dedicated to them lmao like. did the people saying it's romantic read the lyrics or

• also you know who else was in the general direction of him pointing? that's right everybody. mr jamie cook himself. maybe he uses he/she pronouns and alex wants to call someone jamie's name. have you considered that

• okay i'm sorry enough with the bullshit

• he said something during cornerstone and right before dancefloor that i caught on video but i can't really understand what he says so i'll probably end up posting those bits to see if we can figure out wtf he was on about

• "crawling back to you..... ‼️OH‼️ ever thought of calling when you've had a few"

• "🎶 ~rooomaaaaa~ 🎶.... thank you for having us everybody, what a beautiful audience.... soooo predictable i knowwww what you're thinkiiiing"

• he was so obsessed with crooning "roma" every chance he got <3 the silly <3333

• "lone ranger riding through an open space... THANKS A LOT in my mind when she's not right there beside me"

• now a list of random things he does at nearly every show that i still found very endearing:

- the "squeezed me very tightly" bit which is always so 💞💞💞

- "NO! you can't call me her name" with the NO said in the most 'child throwing a tantrum but make it cute' way

- the way he directed matt during the mirrorball intro and matt going 'y'all hear sumn?'

- "5......0......5......"

- him swaying his hips in a way that made everyone's knees buckle in a 10-mile radius

• about the interactions with the others: he didn't interact with them that much, i think he didn't even scissor with jamie during the body paint outro :( BUT we got the directing matt bit before mirrorball + a shout out to tom rowley

• i think in paris i noticed it less because i was seated, or maybe i just noticed it in a different way because i got some different songs (star treatment with the green/purple lights, pretty visitors with the red ones), but still - the lights are incredible and the fact that they create different lighting games for each song (like the blue ones for body paint or the golden ones for am songs) is so cool and fascinating i was mesmerised

• about the crowd: i made the mistake of getting into a telegram group of people who were going to see them and most of them were such casual fans they even believed the fake setlist that was going around a while ago as a joke on twitter 😭 the one with songs like the jeweller's hands. my brother in christ that's never going to happen

there were people going like "if they play r u mine i'm gonna die" and like bruh i appreciate the naivety but it's so painfully obvious they're gonna play it at least have a bit of creativity with your wishful thinking 😔

generally speaking the crowd was really REALLY hyped for am classics and wpsia/fwn oldies, while they were mostly completely dead during the car tracks it was disappointing to say the least. once again i was the only one popping my pussy

• BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS. i was so fucking scared they wouldn't play cornerstone and perfect sense but mostly the latter bc it's much less likely to be played... and it meant so much to me to hear them live, i didn't get either of them at the paris show so i just. ugh. they're in my top 5 am songs if not my absolute favourites and they just mean so much i fucking needed to hear them

• AND THEY PLAYED THEM BOTH. they did it for ME. cornerstone had me so emotional and i'm not joking when i say perfect sense had me ugly sobbing while singing along

• i just. i love that song so much. he just looked so small on that stage singing such vulnerable lyrics, and even tho the crowd was mostly dead (rude if you ask me) he still finished the song by sending a kiss and saying the nth "grazie mille" and i just wanted to hug him so bad i was literally devastated i love him so much

• we also got the jet skis/star treatment/iwby mashup!!!!! most of the tiktok fans had no idea what was happening and kept singing the original lyrics while i once again popped my pussy rapping along with him. i'm so glad he decided to do it and i got to hear it live!!!! it just sounds so damn good ugh

• the setlist as a whole was everything i could've wished for i was so satisfied with it

• the show ended with him sending and catching kisses and just smiling so much i just wanted to tear him to pieces what who said that

• as usual they all sounded and looked INCREDIBLE and alex was just.......... ugh. the most gorgeous of boys. he's so beautiful it makes me SICK. the crowd was literally hypnotised by him, his charm and stage presence is CRAZY and everyone just can't help but stare at him in awe and reverence because his aura is just something else. no one does it like him fr. leaves me speechless every single time

• they're all so fucking beautiful and talented and seeing them feels like a fucking out-of-body experience every single time

• i miss them like air I MISS HIM LIKE AIR....... the pcd is hitting hard and i honestly have no idea wtf i'm gonna do with myself once tour is over and they yeet themselves out of the public scene for god knows how long i don't even want to think about it

• long story short i love them so much it literally hurts it's not even funny and i already want to see them again </3

• also bonus: after the show ended there was a HUGE traffic jam due to the fact that 35k people were trying to leave the place all at once SO we spent the next two hours (TWO HOURS) stuck in the parking lot exhausted dirty sweaty and still dying in the heat bc it was literally 1am but it was still so hot it was hell. then danza kuduro came on the radio and it was so random that was the last straw to send me k.o. for good

• overall crazy experience but yeah i love them so much i want to see them again sooooo bad </3 PLEASE COME BACK </3333

• so yeah that was my experience at rock in roma i hope you enjoyed my ramblings xx

[redcreeksavannah]

(  kristine  froseth  .  cis  woman  .  she  /  her  ) .  ⸻  savannah  grady  , a  twenty  -  five  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  nine  years  .  the  southern  belle  is  known  for  being  eccentric  and  insecure  and  is  often  associated  with  the  smell  of  lavender  and   cigarette  smoke   ,  pumpkin  chai  tea  lattes  ,  smudged  eyeliner . in a small town where they work  as  a   baker  for  early  rise  bakery  &  cafe  +  the  drummer  at  redstone  bar  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted .

trigger warning for mentions of abortion, anxiety, emotional abuse, pregnancy

STATS.

full name: savannah elizabeth grady

age: twenty-five

hair color: dirty blonde / light brunette

eye color: blue

piercings: both ear holes, left ear cartilage

tattoos: too many to count, they are all across her body, most of them either stick n’ poke or done by her friends 

distinguishing features: freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, contagious laughter, legs that go for days, a crooked but friendly smile, a southern accent that never quite went away 

preferred style of clothing: mostly thrifted clothing or anything passed down from her aunt or borrowed from her friends with like minded style. she is really big on cardigans or jackets over flowy dresses/skirts/maxi skirts. mixing feminine/soft/girly pieces with band tee's or something more casual.

frequently worn jewelry/accessories: funky earrings/rings/jewelry that has been made by her or bought, friendship bracelets, her infamous yellow bookbag, worn down sneakers and cowgirl boots.

sexuality: bi-sexual/bi-romantic

occupation:  baker  for  early  rise  bakery  &  cafe  +  the  drummer  at  redstone  bar

positive traits: adventurous, eccentric, warm

negative traits: reckless, insecure, naive

CHARACTER INSPIRTATIONS.

peyton sawyer (one tree hill), lexie howard (euphoria), lane kim (gilmore girls), julie taylor (friday night lights)

CHARACTER PLAYLIST.

tied together with a smile - taylor swift

gypsy - fleetwood mac

matilda - harry styles

mess it up - gracie abrams

AESTHETICS.

the smell of lavender and cigarette smoke, the banging of drums, the taste of refreshing lemonade on a hot summer's day, infectious laughter, baby pink scrunchies on your wrist, thrift shop adventures with an iced chai tea latte, freckles sprinkled across cheeks, mascara stained pillowcases, a field full of sunflowers, blasting your favorite songs alone in your room

MINO BIO / HEADCANONS.

savannah was born as youngest of two children, growing up in a small town in rural kentucky. her mother, a bakery owner and her father a teacher/football coach, the grady's could be considered a 'white picket fence and perfect' family.

the grady family grew up on a small family farm, with your typical farm animals and crops.

she grew up in a very strict and religious family. this meant going to church multiple times a week, praying before every meal, volunteering in the local community, and not falling victim to anything secular.

hard-work was an ethic that was drilled into the grady children since birth. if savannah wasn't helping around the farm or the bakery, she was keeping up with her school work or extra curricular activities (such as beauty pageants, girl scouts, and cheerleading).

savannah has always struggled with feeling like the black sheep of the family, constantly feeling over shadowed by her older brother, older to her by two years. he was always more extroverted and naturally talented with sports and other extra curricular activities. savannah on the other hand? she was more on the introverted and eccentric side. not taking a liking towards football and any sports for that matter. she was much more interested in reading or sneaking on the family computer to listen to music on youtube (but always deleting her browsing history).

savannah tried her best to play the role of a well mannered, perfect daughter. going with the flow and playing the parts to make her parents 'proud of her', but in the back of her mind, she always felt like she wasn't the golden child. she struggled with always feeling slightly inadequate in comparison to her brother. if her brother was getting straight a's and scoring touchdowns, she was only getting b's and winning second or third in beauty pageants or other competitions. she couldn't quite measure up, feeling like she could never be her true self and show her true colors.

music became a coping mechanism and outlet for her when she entered into her late middle school and high school years. always trying to be a kind soul to her fellow classmates, she befriended some of the more 'loner' girls of her grade level. after hearing 'gypsy' by fleetwood mac on her ipod, savannah commented on the song and saying she enjoyed it. after doing a deep dive and discovery of fleetwood mac's further discography, there was no turning back. she wanted to learn more, discover more music. making a secret youtube channel and joining music blogs, she started her journey of discovering more artists/bands. she felt slightly guilty doing this, feeling like she was living a double life.

as she transitioned into her high school years, that is when she began a bit of a rebellious streak. she could be found sneaking out a few nights a month with friends, headed to the next few towns over to underage drink and sneak into concerts. her parents had no idea what she was doing but strict parents raise sneaky kids....

when she was sixteen, she began a secret relationship with a senior at a rival highschool of her's. savannah was drawn to the older boy, the total dirtbag rocker type who was in a crappy garage band with hopes of making it big. they bonded over their music tastes and not so favorable homelives. she was head over heels for him, not knowing anything else since this was her first serious relationship with anyone.

their relationship ended very abruptly after savannah discovered she was pregnant after losing her virginity to him. feeling terrified and not knowing what to do, savannah would end up having an abortion behind her parent's back. her bestfriend and her mother drove her to a clinic a few hours outside of town, trying their best to provide comfort towards her.

savannah struggled pretty hard with the aftermaths of it, cutting ties with her boyfriend and claiming that she had to end things due to her parents finding out about their relationship. her mother would find out about the abortion a few months following it after discovering a journal entry from savannah. savannah secretly kept a journal under one of her floor boards, along lighters, a small bag of weed, and skimpy clothing/band merch she knew that she couldn't wear around her family.

her parents were furious at her, exploding in front of her and showing just how disappointed in how much things she had been hiding from them.

they would choose to ship her off to her aunt gina who lived in northern michigan, in the town of redcreek. basically choosing to disown her, they wanted her hours away from kentucky and out of their hair.

soooooo she went to southern living to midwest trailer park living, the adjustment not being the easiest?

it takes a bit for her to adjust to life within redcreek but she is able to complete high school, having made a small group of friends from the cheer squad and other hobbies. she was far from being part of the popular crowd in comparison of her previous school, but she was okay with that.

college was in the back of her mind but she wasn't interested in pursing a degree right after graduating. her aunt gina didn't want to pressure her into making any choices and doing what felt right for savannah.

currently she is just kinda vibing at the moment, working at a baker at the early rise cafe and bakery and also being the drummer at the redstone bar. her ultimate goal in life would be for the band to break into mainstream success or to work within the music industry in other capacities.

OTHER FUN FACTS.

she has not spoken to her parents since she moved to redcreek, she has considered calling or writing a letter to them, but feels like for her own mental health, it's for the best she still keeps the distance. she occasionally keeps in touch with her older brother, giving him random life updates every few months through texts.

despite the hardships she has gone through, she still tries to have a soft heart with others.

she loves her morning cigarettes / the devil's lettuce ;)

is a cat person 1000000%

fleetwood mac is her all time favorite band

can be considered an introverted extrovert. is 100000% a talkative person when she is high/drunk. If she is comfortable enough in your presence, she can open up.

her love language is physical touch and food. she loves cuddling with her friends and hugs! (even just in a platonic way). she also loves being that friend to make your favorite meal or snack if you had a bad day.

she is a mom friend who can always be seen sporting her beloved yellow bookbag. It’s one she has had for years, covered in her favorite pins, buttons, and decorated in song lyrics and notes from her friends. It is usually filled to the brim with a mix of random and useful items. her friends often tease her saying that she can live out of that damn bag of her’s. 

is very competitive with claw machine games.

she is definitely the kind of friend to not ask for gas money and will wait for you while you tie your shoes.

she has a decent online following on instagram/tiktok. she makes mostly lifestyle and cooking contact. she has had a few of her tiktok videos gone viral from her vlogs at the bakery and her grwm's with her outfits, people feeling drawn to her eccentric style of dressing.

the key to her heart is sour candy and sunflowers.

mixed drink of choice of a vodka redbull.

LOVES thrifting, most of her clothes are thrifted <3.

is a bit of a hopeless romantic but is such a sucker for rom com's!!!!

[ladamedusoif]

Share your martini recipe please love 🍸

Apollo 11 asks, martini asks, and That Man looking like a goddamned snack? This evening is coming up Rose, it seems...

Okay. At the risk of being a bit too into this: I love martinis. Love them. I generally like a dirty martini, either vodka or gin, with a 4:1 proportion of base spirit to vermouth, with about a tablespoon of brine and three olives (so you get a little snack with your drink).

I generally pop a few cubes of ice in the glass (I use an old-school small martini glass) while I mix, and use a little jug for the actual mixing. A few cubes of ice there, add the liquor and brine, and stir for about 45 seconds or so. James Bond is a wuss; a shaken martini is watered down - stirred is preferable but you do need a bit of the ice to break down and dilute the spirits.

Then I strain into the chilled glass, pop in the olives, and there we go.

For vodka, I prefer Stolichnaya; for gin, Bombay Sapphire; and for vermouth, the one and only for me is Noilly-Prat. I like Dolin, too, but NP is the business.

Sometimes I do a 'perfect' martini, a 1:1 ratio of spirit and vermouth. But I prefer them dry, in general - but not bone dry. Some people go 15:1 which is insanity to me 😁

Finally, because I'm thinking about them now, some of the best martinis I've ever had:

Harry's New York Bar, Paris. Icy cold, crisp AF, served by delightful bartenders in white jackets in a tiny bar once frequented by Hemingway, Gershwin and basically every American expat ever. My favourite bar in Paris.

Bemelman's Bar, The Carlyle, NYC. This was one of my must-do things in NYC and it didn't disappoint. Yes, it's expensive but you basically get two martinis for the price (they serve one in the glass and give you a little iced jug with another) and the atmosphere is gorgeous. Plus: the snacks are amazing.

Ognisko/The Polish Club, London. The martinis are amazing value for London and they have a menu, so you can build yours based on your preference of spirit. Being a Polish club they have a focus on vodka but you can try out different styles (the potato one I had last time was really interesting!). And the staff are lovely, too. If you really want to knock your socks off the Polish Martini they serve packs a heck of a punch.

Thank you lovely! And cheers!!

[yukii0nna]

Miyuki "Mimi" Tachibana

Age: 13

Birthday: 1/5

Voiced by:Jill Harris,Yumi Uchiyama

Occupation: Student

Style: Girly outfits

Flaws: Sadist, Cruel, manipulative, petty

Pet Peeves: Being called out, Magi

Favorite subject: Math

Least favorite subject: Literature

Favorite food: Cupcakes

Least favorite food: Fish

Hobbies: Violin, archery

Personality

She seems to be the school idol. Demure, dutiful, sweet, Intelligent. To those who know her well,those words describe Mimi well. At a glance. Underneath, she's a cruel,evil person. She knows how to make the school bow to her whims, and those who don't well.... They'll walk in a week or so.

Followers Friends

Jun Makova

Hana Ito

Trivia

Has a major crush on Shark

Kikyo is her favorite person to torture.

Has a rivalry with Tori due both of them being popular

She prefers not to directly dirty her hands. She usually sends someone else to hurt them.

She has pretty good crocodile tears

She has gotten people sent to the hospital.

@marrondrawsalot @anxious-twisted-vampire @jasontoddssuper @danika-redgrave124 @writing-heiress @insomniac-jay @achy-boo @liviavanrouge

[badtouchs]

badtouchs is a roleplay blog focused on gay smut involving dark/taboo subjects . don't follow if uninterested or uncomfortable | policing/hate will not be tolerated .

general info :

i'm above twenty-one years of age. i live in the bra timezone. i'm open for writing in discord, but i highly prefer tumblr (open to sideblogs, even). i'm considering a muse list - for now, characters will be made up based on plotting/thread.

interested in :

dynamics: incest, teacher/student, boss/worker, kidnapper/victim, home invader/victim, abusive husband/victim, stalker/victim, nerd/jock, cowboy/city guy, fraternity bros, cop/thug, dirty cop/victim, rock star/groupie, priest/altar boy, cruising, grindr date (goes wrong), cult leader/follower(s), stripper/customer, creep neighbor, fandom characters. settings: medieval/historical, apocalypse, disaster, supernatural, dystopian, horror/slasher, camping settings. kinks: age difference, gangbangs, cuckolding, breeding, monsterfucking, humiliation, size difference, bodily fluids, gooning/ahegao, humping, frotting, namecalling, facials, degradation, feminization, pec play, watersports, slapping, impact play. extreme: dub-con, non-con, raceplay, underage/age play, orientation play, gender play, beastility (selective), bigotry, political play. more tba.

faceclaims :

andrew garfield. adam scott. zane phillips. idris elba. chris hemsworth. chris evans. sebastian stan. jack quaid. jake gyllenhaal. trevante rhodes. froy gutierrez. richard madden. jason momoa. brandon perea. david corenswet. michael b jordan. evan mock. henry cavill. kj apa. charles melton. jacob elordi. eric dane. aldis hodge. matt bomer. jonathan bailey. jonathan groff. aaron taylor-johnson. bob morley. danny pino. andre lamoglia. carloto cotta. alexander ludwig. alexander skarsgard. bill skarsgard. michael evans behling. dylan o'brien. winston duke. lewis tan. will sharpe. theo james. rege-jean page. jensen ackles. jared padalecki. jeffrey dean morgan. chace crawford. alessandro bedetti. jon bernthal. andrew lincoln. clayton cardenas. jeremy allen white. avan jogia. dylan minnette. thomas doherty. ross lynch. lee pace. leo woodall. timothee chalamet. oscar isaac. matt barr. travis van winkle. chay suede. wagner moura. jesse williams. ricky whittle. mason gooding. jack champion. pedro pascal. ethan hawke. drew starkey. harris dickinson. joshua bassett. david harbour. milo ventimiglia. paul mescal. non-comprehensive.

banned / hard no :

writers under the age of eighteen. faceclaims under the age of eighteen. faces: most tiktokers/influencers/models. johnny depp. harry styles. noah schnapp. more tba. kinks: scat, rosebud. more tba.

[hoversmedia]

Stirred in time

The martini cocktail, a symbol of sophistication and glamour, has a rich and complex history with several competing origin stories. Let's delve into the evolution of this iconic drink.

Origins:

The martini is widely believed to have evolved from the Martinez cocktail, which featured Old Tom gin, sweet vermouth, maraschino liqueur, and bitters. The first known published recipe for the Martinez appeared in 1884 .

In 1888, Harry Johnson's Bartender's Manual published the first recipe labeled a "Martini Cocktail." This version included Old Tom gin, sweet vermouth, orange curaçao, gum syrup, bitters, and a lemon twist. Over time, the martini evolved, shedding its sweeteners like curaçao and gum syrup to become a drier, more refined drink .

Another theory suggests that the martini descended from the Marguerite cocktail, named after a brand of French vermouth used to make it. The earliest known Marguerite recipe also dates back to the 1880s .

Rise in Popularity

The martini rose to prominence during the Gilded Age (1880-1900) and maintained its status as a staple cocktail through the mid-20th century. Even during Prohibition (1920-1933), when legal liquor was scarce, the martini's popularity persisted thanks to homemade "bathtub" gin .

During World War II, as vermouth became harder to obtain, the amount used in martinis decreased, resulting in a drier drink focused more on gin. This "dry" martini style was championed by notable figures such as Winston Churchill and Ernest Hemingway .

Cultural Impact

The martini became deeply ingrained in popular culture, famously known as the drink of choice for the fictional British spy James Bond. The iconic "shaken, not stirred" line was first uttered on screen in the 1964 film Goldfinger .

While purists consider the gin martini the classic version, the vodka martini also gained popularity, along with numerous modern variations such as the dirty martini (with olive brine), espresso martini, and appletini .

After a decline in the 1960s and 70s, the martini saw a resurgence in the 1990s and 2000s as "retro" culture became fashionable again .

Conclusion

The martini's journey from its 19th-century origins to its status as a cultural icon reflects its timeless appeal and adaptability. Whether you prefer it with gin or vodka, dry or dirty, the martini remains a symbol of elegance and sophistication, celebrated by cocktail enthusiasts around the world.

Evolution of the Martini

The martini is a classic cocktail with a rich and storied history, with various styles and variations emerging over time. Here's an overview of the martini's evolution and some notable variations.

Early Martinis

Early martini recipes were sweeter, often made with equal parts gin and sweet vermouth, along with modifiers like bitters, curaçao, and gum syrup. During the Gilded Age (1880-1900), the martini rose in popularity, and stronger versions with more gin emerged.

Dry Martini

As the 20th century progressed, tastes shifted toward drier martinis with less vermouth. The "Dry Martini" became popular, with ratios ranging from 5:1 to 8:1 parts gin to vermouth. Famous figures like Winston Churchill and the fictional James Bond helped popularize the very dry martini.

Gibson Martini

The Gibson is a variation of the martini garnished with a cocktail onion instead of an olive or lemon twist. It's believed to have originated in the late 19th century, possibly named after Charles Dana Gibson, the illustrator who popularized the "Gibson Girl" drawings.[2]

Wet Martini

As a counterpoint to the Dry Martini, the Wet Martini uses a higher ratio of vermouth to gin, often 2:1, harking back to the martini's earlier, sweeter roots. It fell out of fashion for a time but has seen a resurgence in recent years.

Dukes Martini

In the 1980s, bartender Salvatore Calabrese at Dukes Bar in London earned acclaim for his expertly crafted Dry Martinis, which were declared "the best Martini in England" by travel writer Stanton Delaplane. Calabrese's technique involved chilling the glass and using a kiss of dry vermouth with ice-cold gin and a lemon twist.

Modern Martini Innovations

In recent decades, bartenders have experimented with new martini variations, such as the Dirty Martini (with olive brine), the Breakfast Martini (with orange marmalade and Earl Grey tea), and miniature "one-sip" martinis. Techniques like tableside martini trolley service have also emerged, allowing for personalized martini experiences.

The martini's enduring popularity and versatility have led to a wide range of styles and interpretations over the decades, from sweet to bone-dry, garnished with olives, lemon twists, or cocktail onions, and served in various proportions and innovative presentations.

Recipes

Dry Martini (6:1 ratio):

Mix 60 ml of gin and 10 ml of dry vermouth. Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist or three olives.

Gibson Martini (6:1 ratio):

Mix 60 ml of gin and 10 ml of dry vermouth. Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a cocktail onion.

Dirty Martini (12:1:1 ratio):

Mix 60 ml of gin, 5 ml of dry vermouth, and 5 ml of olive brine. Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with three olives. If you like your martinis extra dirty, add one or two extra barspoons (2.5 ml each) of olive brine or more if you feeling brave

Churchill Martini (1:0 ratio):

Chill a martini glass. Glance at a bottle of vermouth, fill the glass with chilled gin, and garnish with a lemon twist.

Wet Martini (1:1 ratio):

Mix 35 ml of gin with 35 ml of vermouth. Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist or three olives.

Vespa Martini

Mix 40 ml of gin, 20 ml of vodka, and 10 ml of Lillet blanc (or another aperitif wine). Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist. This martini can also be shaken if preferred.

Tips:

Chill your glass in the freezer instead of using ice and water.

Keep your mixing glass (the vessel in which you build and stir your martini) in the freezer for better control over dilution and chilling. This allows more time to stir and chill your martini without over diluting it.

For all martini variations you have the option to shake or stir, however its recommended to stir as oppose to shake.

If you have the time, consider batching up a bottle of your preferred martini ratio and storing it in the freezer.

Example: Recipe for Scaling Up a Martini Mix to 1 Litre

Ingredients:

818 ml of gin

136 ml of dry vermouth

46 ml of water

Instructions:

Measure out 818 ml of gin.

Measure out 136 ml of dry vermouth.

Measure out 46 ml of water.

Combine all the ingredients in a large container.

Mix well until everything is fully combined.

This batch yields approximately 9.5 servings of 75 ml each, for a total of approximately 1 litre of martini mix.

If your martinis are coming out a different size, remember to adjust the ratios to fit the glass in which you are serving your martini.

Maintain the same ratios for whichever martini you'd like to enjoy.

For the dilution of each martini in a batch mix, add 5 ml per martini serve.

All the recipes stated here are my suggestions on what to serve and how to prepare them. Everyone has their recipes and should enjoy the drinks they enjoy, at the end of the day if you are drinking it you should enjoy it. Play around with the different recipes and see what you like and don’t like, who knows you may find your new favourite drink?

There is no “right or wrong” way to make a drink just a better way, this blog aims to help making better drink easier

[inhcritance]

battle your muse, bold what applies - italicise sometimes. repost, don’t reblog.

Harry in battle is a fun topic to write about, because long story short... Harry does not fight fair, if he can help it, but he will also go from very tactical, controlled and keeping distances to a far more savage, violent style as the serum gains more and more influence.

tagged by @lvebug tagging: @localwebslingers @parkersbite @blindbastard @overclocks @ohdecth & you!!

fights honorably/ fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging / fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill-set / learning their skill - set

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hi, I would like to request a Harry Potter, Golden Era, matchup, if that’s alright.

Name: Abigail S.

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual (though at the moment I prefer girls more)

MBTI: ISFJ

Appearance: 5’6”, medium, fine, dirty blonde hair. Freckles that run over my nose from cheek to cheek. I’m more pale and have a bigger but muscular body. My style of clothing consists more of hoodies, shorts, t-shirts and that kind of thing.

Personality: I’m more of the quiet type when it comes to new people but when I’m around friends that’s a whole other story. If someone did mess with my friends or family I wouldn’t hesitate to protect and defend them if needed. I always like to put my friends before myself, which I can see how that leads to a bit of an issue. I can also tend to be a bit sensitive at times, (but let’s be real, who hasn’t). I like to consider myself a perfectionist and I like things to be organized and tidy. My Zodiac Sign is Virgo.

Likes: I love to read and write, especially romance and fantasy, my favorite genres. I LOVE animation, I deeply admire all the work and effort that goes into it. I prefer it over life actions shows( my favorites are RWBY, Owl House, and Bluey). I love to play the violin and play video games.

Dislikes: I hate egotistical people, they just annoy me so much. Also, food smackers, I’ve lived through years of it. Lastly, I hate it when people assume about me.(Example is if they say I like something but I actually hate it).

I also really like how you do long requests, all others that I’ve seen are really short and are only three bullets. So, I wouldn’t mind if you wrote to your hearts content. In my opinion, the longer the better!

Anyways, thank you and have a good day/night!

~~~~~MATCH UP ~~~~~

Friend, I match you with the one and only ------

Ginny Weasley!!!

This choice was because the whole time I read your request, I was torn between Hermione and Ginny. I really sat on it and bounced back and forth for a while. Then I reread the following: "If someone did mess with my friends or family, I wouldn't hesitate to protect and defend them if needed. I always like to put my friends before myself, and I can see how that leads to a bit of an issue. I can also tend to be a bit sensitive." I knew Ginny was the winner.

~~~~~HEADCANONS~~~~~

Being the only girl in her family besides her mom, Ginny definitely doesn't care if you dress up or dress down. You are gorgeous no matter what.

Ginny would custom pick the colors for your jumper her mom makes.

Ginny also prefers to be quiet; being the little sister to the wild twins and the heroic brother, she is known to be a bit overshadowed.

When Ginny gets close to people, though, she is just as rambunctious as her siblings. She will rope you into all sorts of mischief during your years at Hogwarts together.

Ginny is also loyal to a fault; she is willing to bravely stand up to anyone who comes at her family wrong. She also didn't care what tabloids or papers said about Harry. Nor did she care about the big mark on her back as Ron's younger sister during her sixth year.

Just as she protects her friends and family, she is fiercely protective of you. Anyone who dares to mess with you will have another thing coming. (She would probably use one of her brother's joke products to prank them)

Ginny is your Ying to your Yang when it comes to cleanliness. Now, by no means is Ginny a slob, but she definitely learned to live in organized chaos with all her brothers.

She does make it an extra habit, though, that if you are coming to visit her dorm, she picks everything up nicely.

Ginny could listen to you play your violin for hours; she's so used to the magic-enchanted ones that it never dawned on her until she met you how beautiful people playing is.

Ginny loves to hide in the library or astronomy tower with you, reading books and talking about all the romantic tropes you two are in or not in. (definitely write in the margins of her books when you talk about something you would like happening to you)

~~~~~BLURB~~~~~

You and Ginny sat atop the Astronomy tower, eating your fruit basket while reading your romance novels, which you had nicked from Hermoines's trunk. She always had the best romance novels since they were written by muggles who knew nothing of love potions or luck potions. Turning the page of your book gently, Ginny set her book down softly, looking at you lovingly. As you read a specific line of your book, your eyes widened, and your face blushed. You have just gotten to the scene where the book guy leans on the door frame.

Ginny, noticing your face growing warm, speaks up, "Abigail, what seems to be the matter? Find a new romance trope you would like to give a shot?" Eagerly awaiting your answer, Ginny pulled out her quill, ready to write down what you would like her to do for you on some parchment. A devious plan formed in your head as you looked up at the female. Who said this specific trope had to wait till later? Smiling gently, you spoke, "Love, would you go stand in that doorway for me?" Looking at you, genuinely confused, Ginny stood up and walked to the door you had nodded at. Standing in her disheveled uniform, waiting for her following instructions, she looked cute following commands so willingly.

"Okay, now I need you to put your left arm above your head, bend it slightly, and lean kinda sideways on the door." You spoke enthusiastically. However, as the scene before you unfolded, you couldn't hold back the giggles. How could one human look so ungodly uncomfortable? "Merlin beard, Abigail, this is killer on my stomach. How much longer do you want me to do this?" Trying to contain your laughter, you stood up and approached the poor girl. You relieved her of her duty, leaning on the door and showing her what you meant. Ginny eyed you up and down admiringly. She leaned in gently and kissed you on the lips before pulling away. "Now I understand, love; you wanted me to do that thing the guys do in the books." Nodding your head gently, you leaned back in and captured Ginny's lips in another kiss.

You two got back to your books. However, as your mind wandered back to Ginny's horrid attempt, you couldn't help but start laughing, causing a book to be thrown at your head.

~~~~~EXTRA~~~~~

(Molly sits in her home knitting a jumper for one of her kids; across from her, Ginny sits attempting to knit.)

Molly: No, no, dear, you have to do it like this. (Molly demonstrates the method again to Ginny)

Ginny: Mother, there is no way this should be that hard. You make like twelve of these a year. How come I cannot figure it out?

~~~Back at school after break~~~

Fred: Abigail, you won't believe the most horrendous gift Ginny has for you.

George: Seriously, she spent all break on it, and it's worse than Mum.

Abigail: Boys, be nice to Ginny. I will love anything she gives me.

(Ginny rushes up to her girlfriend and hugs her close.)

Ginny: Abigail, look, I made your jumper this year! (hands the poorly misshapen and uneven jumper to you.)

Abigail: (turns and whispers to Fred and George) Please tell me your mum made me a different one.

(Molly did make you a different one, yet somehow you always found yourself wearing the one Ginny made you see that beautiful smile)

I hope you liked it, friend! Thank you for your request!

[mjs-oc-corner]

hpma character sheet

3/??

requested tags: @endlessly-cursed @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm

Name: Savannah Elyse Bradford

Nicknames: Sav, Savvy, Vannah

Birthdate: March 7th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

MBTI Type: INFJ — the advocate

Blood Status: pureblood

Nationality: British/Irish

Physical Appearance

Hair: long, wavy dirty blonde in color

Eyes: light blue with flecks of green

Height: 5’4”

Weight: 115 lbs.

Body type: slim, semi-athletic

Skin tone: light with a few freckles across the bridge of her nose, tans easily

Distinguishing marks (scars, birthmarks, etc):

from childhood

feint scar on left forearm from a thorn bush

feint birthmark on left shoulder blade

pierced ears

acquired in teenage/adult years

small burn mark on her right hand from a potions cauldron

second ear piercing (done in the cartilage of left ear when she was 18)

Background

Hometown: London, England

Residences: London, England (birth—??)

Family

Mother

Jennifer Lynne Bradford née Moore, second eldest daughter of Martha and Richard Moore. she would attend Hogwarts and be sorted into Ravenclaw. after graduating, she would find a career within the Department of Magical Education in the Ministry of Magic. as a mother, she prioritized her children above all else, making sure that they grew up on a healthy, loving environment.

Father

Christopher Aaron Bradford, eldest son of Elizabeth and Michael Bradford. Hufflepuff alumni. after graduating, he would find a career as a dragonologist. Christopher made sure to teach his children to never have fear of dragons, and to know their importance within the magical community.

Siblings

the first child of the Bradford family, Logan, was born on December 6th, 1997. at age 11, he would attend Hogwarts and be sorted into Ravenclaw. the youngest, Gabriel, was born on January 20th, 2002. he would attend Hogwarts at age 11 and be sorted into Hufflepuff.

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best class: potions, charms, herbology, and muggle studies

Worst class: arithmancy

Clubs: Hippogriff, Sphinx

Boggart: herself as a dark witch

Riddikulus: herself (still as a dark witch) on roller skates, continuously losing her balance

Patronus: Jaguar

Patronus Memory: christmas at her grandparents’ in 2008, when her and her brothers had started a family snowball fight with their cousins and parents

Mirror of Erised: during her seventh year, her desire is finally revealed to her as herself, she is an accomplished healer-turned-professor with her own family

Amortentia (what she smells like): vanilla with hints of cream, almond, and honey

Amortentia (what she smells): leather, sandalwood, TBD

Career

Ages 11–18: hogwarts student

Ages 18–30: traveling healer

Ages 30–65: Potions professor/Head of Hufflepuff house at hogwarts

Ages 65–??: retirement

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: her own mental health, her friends and family

Strengths: empathy — generosity — loyalty — bravery — wit — humor — humility — compassion

Weaknesses: sometimes a bit indecisive — can have a temper at times

Stressed: during N.E.W.T.S, during the hiring process for the post of potions professor

Calm/Comforted: when she’s sitting near the fireplace in the Hufflepuff common room, or when she’s at home with family

Favorites

Color: any shade of blue, yellow

Food: pasta and baked potatoes

Drink: tea with a lemon wedge

Weather: partly cloudy with mild temperatures, or cloudy with a light drizzle

Hobbies: reading and writing, cooking/baking, singing, drawing, making new potions, gardening

Fashion: Savannah’s day-to-day style is mostly for comfort over style; as she prefers comfy sweaters or t-shirts with jeans or leggings and sneakers. as she gets older, her style develops into a more business-casual look.

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Harry Seymour (@endlessly-cursed)

Friends

TBD

Savannah is currently open for friendships with others’ ocs! just message me or reply to this to let me know if you’d like for your oc to be friends with her!

Rivals

TBD

Trivia

she struggled with the patronus charm until she was 17

Savannah couldn’t see her desire in the mirror of erised until her seventh year, and when she finally saw it, it all made sense

she’s always happy to share stories of her travels when her students ask about them

she is proficient in wandless and non-verbal magic