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firendgold · 1 year ago

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If you’re doing the violence ask game, can you do 9, 13 , and 19?

oooh, yes. I am indeed. Let's not delay. My friend the read-more is here to help.

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9. worst part of canon

This is a very 2007 era, "I just finished Deathly Hallows" opinion, but even after all this time, I think the epilogue really is the worst part of canon. Not just because I personally dislike the canon ships, but because JKR (hereafter referred to as That Woman) had the opportunity to do some more "show not tell" for Life After Voldemort, to flesh out what the characters' priorities would be after defeating the figurehead of Wizarding Britain's prejudice and a few of his public cronies, and she just... didn't.

I probably could have stomached the canon ships if more attention was paid in the epilogue to the reforms that were made or being made to society, the ones that have only passing mentions in Pottermore or post-book interviews—the reformation of Azkaban/removal of dementors, actually seeing Harry as an Auror/Department Head (perhaps chasing down some minor league foe?), or any sort of follow up on the themes That Woman set up in the series. In DH alone we have heroes falling from pedestals, the gritty realities of war for the average people, hostile takeover of an already corrupt government, falsely torturing and imprisoning innocent people, the fallout of being betrayed by peers and/or superiors you trust, more kids becoming orphans... I could go on. There's many, many issues for the war's survivors to tackle once the dust has settled.

But we don't get that. Instead we get "here, look, the main characters got married and had kids! even Teddy is dating someone! you remember Teddy right? last time you saw him he was a baby, and now he's all grown up with a Weasley girlfriend! love love love! kiddos off to Hogwarts again! isn't that charming?" Eh... not really. I, uh, wanted to know if society has improved at all...?

I definitely get the appeal of having the "back to normal" feeling of Kids Boarding the Train at the Platform, I do... it just wasn't what I expected for the end of Harry Potter. In my not-so-humble opinion, "and then they got married and had kids" is boring in literature of any kind. It's just so boring. And it's worse for a world of magic where the characters could be doing anything else.

13. worst blorboficiation

I'm becoming such an old I had to look this up to make sure I knew what it meant before giving my opinion. :')

Am I allowed to say more than one person? This is me choosing violence, so I'm going to list off all the HP ones that came to my mind once I knew the definition.

Remus Lupin. Holy shit, bro. This fandom has ruined this character. I get that people like him. (I like him too!) I get that he's very hard to pin down because he's one of the more mysterious people, but (until recently) I've never seen a character who's pretty neutral in canon get so positively inflated by the fandom. And it's literally just because of wolfstar. Sirius gets inflated too (more on that in a sec), but Remus gets inflated just because long ago fans decided that the two of them were obviously together and, by extension, would be perfect, flawless co-dads for Harry. You could argue that Remus doesn't really show much romantic feeling towards Tonks until DH, but you'd also have to argue that he doesn't show much romantic feeling (or feelings at all, besides grief and nostalgia) for anyone.

But like... I'm not a total Debbie Downer. I get the appeal of wolfstar alone and wolfstar dads, really, but they're hard to completely buy into (especially when the latter usually turns into a Dumbledore bashfest). Sometimes fans act like their ideal of who Remus is and what he is to Harry, Sirius, and other characters is canon when it's not. Preferable to canon, maybe, but not source material at all. The wolfstar-partner-raising-Harry!Remus is nowhere close to the real Remus. The real Remus:

is unaccounted for for the first 10 years of Harry's time at the Dursleys, and for his first and second year, with no retroactive explanation given

doesn't contact Harry after year 3, and indeed isn't even seen or mentioned again until year 5

is only briefly around Harry in year 6 (you know, the year right after Sirius dies)

consents to starting a family and then almost immediately tries to leave that family behind once he finally gets bit by the "oh, maybe now I should try being Harry's surrogate parent" bug, then doesn't understand why that pisses Harry off

So. Yeah. You teach a kid the Patronus charm one time and suddenly you're the man who can Do No Wrong in 99.3% of all fanon material. It's irritating. Ships and/or found family stuff could wrangle with the man Remus is, they just choose not to in favor of recycling old fanon archetypes.

Sirius Black. Much of the same said above about Remus applies to Sirius tenfold. Sirius cares about Harry, sure, but lots of fans like to sand over the part where Sirius made one little protest about Harry going to the Dursleys, then fully committed to going after Pettigrew in 1981 without telling anyone about the Secret-Keeper switch, or anything that would have kept him out of jail even in our aforementioned corrupt wizarding society. In their minds, that evil meanie Dumbledore forced him to not whisk Harry away to Black Manor or whatever to raise him. *eyeroll*

Sirius is a character who is developmentally delayed in canon, but some of his fans downright infantilize him. Poor Sirius, he just wanted to be a baby gay and raise Harry but the Ministry/Dumbledore/That Woman just wouldn't let him. (You can argue the last one, but it is SO RARE to find a fanfic where Sirius has to grow the fuck up and face the consequences of his early choices, while also actually taking steps to be better and be a good surrogate dad for Harry.) Just because Sirius is Harry's godfather doesn't mean he's a perfect one. And he's not dealing with a typical kid either. Sirius and Harry wouldn't easily or neatly slot into typical familial roles because they've both Been Through Some Shit—and that's why their relationship is so compelling.

And I haven't even gone into the other side of fanon!Sirius, the one who's this devil-may-care man who Got All The Ladies in his time, is mostly physically and mentally unaffected by his Azkaban stint, and is only around to: support Harry in whatever independent!Harry schemes he has going on (screw Dumbledore! run away from the war somehow! become a Cool Dude! fight the power!), blather on about Lordships and fanon shit the real Sirius wouldn't give one toss about, or to give him girl advice on whatever girl (or harem) Harry is being shipped with in that particular fic. The only reason this version of Sirius isn't an obvious homophobic backlash to the "Sirius is gay" version is because I'm pretty sure this version came first chronologically in fandom. I'm actually not sure which version of Sirius is more annoying to me.

last but not least, we have:

Daphne Greengrass. Technically I shouldn't be able to put her here, because she doesn't even HAVE a canon personality. Everything about her besides her name, her House, and her sister('s relationship to Draco) is completely made up. But fanon has come to a Consensus on her, and this consensus is THE MOST annoying made-up persona in a fandom where we also have "he's just misunderstood/traumatized by the Muggle wars/going about things the wrong way!" Tom Riddle/Voldemort, "he was just being mean to Harry for his cover/Harry deserved it" Severus Snape, "brightest witch of her age And No Other Personality Traits" Hermione Granger, "he WAS going to change sides, really!" Draco Malfoy, and "purebloods wanting to gatekeep magical society and call uppity muggleborns slurs is fine actually" fanon discourse, among other irritants. Maybe it was intriguing the first time I read it. Now, it's not.

Every single time I see "politically-neutral blonde/black-haired ice queen who teaches Harry about Noble Houses/convinces him that Not All Slytherins/gets him on the Right Political Path For His Future" I want to throw up in my mouth. It's so fucking boring. It's not what Harry Potter is about to me, it's not what it should be about, and it's not even what I look for in other media. (I think the Sword of Truth series is the only series I read where there's actual politics that I care about, and it's still high fantasy!) So much Daphne and Haphne fandom content just feels like a bunch of people missed the point of the series, which is that pretentious family nonsense is just that and pureblood tradition shit doesn't matter. And Daphne's "backstory" is not even logical. Neutral factions? "Gray" factions? Do you really think that 1970s era Voldemort, at the top of his game, would have been okay with a supposedly prominent and influential pureblood family sitting out the war in the way the Greengrasses are often written? Like, actually saying "no thanks, our clan has always been capital-N Neutral" to him? No. Fuck no. He would have murdered them all and skipped away, leaving them to be found by other "fence-sitting" purebloods as an example. Yes, there are people who are neutral in wars, but not in the HP universe when Voldemort asks you directly. And the fanon Greengrasses would have been asked directly to get that skull tattoo.

I've even been bamboozled in the past into reading Haphnes that I think are going to be different but then start treading down this same stupid road, like the comments are getting to them or something. (And readers, why the fuck would you want to read the exact same fanfic 1,000 times but written by 1,000 different people? Hello??)

It's gotten to the point where it's actually refreshing if Daphne shows up in a fic and isn't shipped with Harry, or if she is but she has a completely different personality than the above. I'm reading a few Haphnes now that I can stomach because they are different or the plot is interesting enough for me to ignore the tropes, but it's been a long time since an HP fanon "collective character headcanon" or ship other than wolfstar has left such a bad taste in my mouth or caused me to actively avoid content with that character.

...oop. I know I said "last but not least" above but I forgot to mention Regulus Black so I'll briefly do so here. I don't know what happened in the last five-ish years but this man went from "devoted Voldemort follower who did one decent thing because he liked his slave, thank goodness, even though he slowed down the locket's destruction by taking it away" to "OMG my BLORBO he was fighting the GOOD FIGHT and also he's probably in love with James Potter!! and Lily is evil for keeping them apart!!" Huh?? Fanon's gonna fanon, but is one fanfic really responsible for all this? Jegulus and "secret freedom fighter Regulus" are just beyond my comprehension I guess. Mostly because it seems like fandom picks and chooses when they want a character to be evil-aligned-but-complex, and when they want to just sand over their rough edges and make them an Unsung Hero Who Did Nothing Wrong Ever. And also because I firmly believe that if James was gay, he'd have been with Sirius.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Teacher/student ships. (I mean, of course. I'm running this blog.) Of course IRL I don't condone that at all, but some of the most fascinating pairs in the HP universe are bonds between some of the professors and some of their students. Albus and Harry speak for themselves. But you've also got Minerva and Hermione to a lesser extent, and Snape with Draco in the early years (not so much later). And even those are nothing compared to the most interesting partnerships, which imo are between adults who at one point weren't both adults. Consider Albus and Minerva, who have been teaching, working and living together for at least five decades, before which Minerva was probably one of Albus' better Transfiguration students. Consider Albus and Snape, with Snape being the person who so recently graduated from being one of Albus' pupils to being one of his closest confidants. Consider Horace Slughorn and... well, Tom Riddle was my first choice, but really him with any student, because imo that man is very weird about networking with children. Hell, consider Albus and Tom because you know that was the most awkward seven years either of them has ever had, both being so powerful and skilled while intensely disliking each other. They're all so good. Playing with power dynamics can be fun. Especially when (and this is the only time I want politics in my HP fics!!) the older party potentially faces consequences, or doesn't, for taking advantage of the younger one, precisely because of who's involved and who's on the Hogwarts Board of Governors and what war's going on right now in the background and...

I think that's all the violence I can dish out for these questions! Thanks for the ask.~

#fireandgoldposts #thanks for the ask!#choose violence ask game #Harry Potter #not tumblr trying to fuck up where my readmore line goes every time I save this draft #please change it back @ staff. literally find me who asked for this redesign #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Daphne Greengrass #Albus Dumbledore #Minerva McGonagall #Tom Riddle #Horace Slughorn #Regulus Black #I think that's everyone #if not I'm tired and it's been 2 hours so I'm going to slap this up there #not fireandgold

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davidkarofskyindie · 1 year ago

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runboyrunn (Harry/Lauren)

@runboyrunn continued from (x)

keeping headphones in so no one would hear what harry was saying, lauren made sure to keep his phone focused on his own face so the other wouldn’t recognize where he was. “oh, so i’m not boring? can i get that in writing?” he teased with a soft smile as he glanced down at his screen. “you know, seeing you like this? it’s probably good that i’m not there. if i was, we would hardly be talking right now.”

“hey, speaking of, that looks like a pretty nice room. what hotel did they put you up in this go around?” he questioned, making idle small talk, as he stood outside of harry’s hotel. having relationships wasn’t easy for someone in his actual line of work– but as a journalist? having a boyfriend just made him appear even more normal. he could handle keeping the man safe but that’s not what this was about. lauren simply missed him so he decided to buy himself a plane ticket, fly out, and surprise him for the tail end of his trip. he could be romantic and spontaneous when he wanted to be.

“come on, it can’t be that bad. would it help if i called your hotel and paid for them to delivery a nice bottle of wine to your room?” lauren offered with a smile as he glanced back down at his phone’s screen. “i could get a bottle here, too, and drink with you and you can tell me more about how hellish the conference is; and how un-boring i am.”

"I'll get it written down and notarised for you" Harry couldn't help but just giggle like a school kid at the sweet small talk with Lauren, the other man really knew just how to make Harry feel so much better. Even with a 20-year gap in their ages, there was no one who truly made Harry feel as happy as Lauren did. "Oh it's the Thompson, actually pretty nice as far as hotels go. Even gave me a king-size bed so I can spread out like this" he said, rolling onto his back and making sure the laptop camera caught the sight of him just fully spread out, the sheet just barely keeping things covered.

"I mean, it certainly wouldn't hurt to be able to share a wine with you... even like this" he whispered playfully with a little grin, getting out of bed and picking up the laptop to carry it as he walked over to the little cupboard, leaving him just walking about in a pair of tiny underwear that Lauren had bought him "I think they might even have some fancy glasses in here... I hope so, otherwise, I might have to drink out of my coffee mug and that's a special kind of sad" he joked putting the laptop on the little counter and looking through it, "Ahh yes, got one" he said, lifting up the glass proudly with a big grin on his face "I'm in room 3B so I totally expect a nice bottle sent up... though I guess the downside is that you'd have to stop being on the phone with me to make that happen"

He mock pounted, looking to the man on his screen "Just make a note of wherever you're having your night walk babe, it looks pretty nice so when I get home you have to show me that" he said, casually walking back to adjust the thermostat mostly just because he knew his big butt would be aimed at the screen which could tease his partner a little. He came back and leaned over to look into the camera "You really are the absolute best babe, so damn lucky to have you"

#runboyrunn #queueded

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justanothercloudinthesky · 2 years ago

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hi! i hope you doing great! <3

can I have male harry haikyuu matchup please? i’m a girl, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Hi, Thank you so much for Checking The Weather, Your forecast is...

Iwaizumi Hajime

so, I don't usually go with my first gut reaction, but as I looked and considered all the different things, it just became cuter and cuter, oh my goodness. Iwaizumi is a strong and intimidating Aoba Johsai player and their ace, a solid rock for the team, as shown the first time Karasuno plays against them, and Oikawa isn't there. Who calls the team back and instills confidence time and time again, Iwaizumi. I think this would be an excellent pairing.

Iwaizumi would be fascinated in your language capabilities, and I can see him asking you to tutor him when Oikawa does move away, so the boi can smack talk him in spanish, (you know as well as I this would happen) He adores you, and that isn't a question, there aren't any doubts in my mind about that. I think that Iwa might have really scared you when you both first met, but he really touched you with his emotional intelligence and maturity (despite how frustrated he gets with Oikawa, it does take a lot on him.) I do honestly believe that you become Iwa's safe space. So, if you're fine with him resting his face in your shoulder while you sit on the couch after a long day, you'd make him one of the happiest people in this lifetime.

Now, despite all this, I'm no going to claim that this relationship is perfect. None are. I think it could be very likely in the beginning and even near the end that iwaizumi wouldn't word things the best and might hurt you with his words, however unintentionally, and he would get better with it. There also may be some things about him you might not expect that could throw a wrench in perfection.. I honestly really think that's okay, he loves you and he's really willing to put in the effort to make it work.

Overall this is a very sweet an it might be a struggle at first, but I think he'd help you through some anxiety as you'd help him deal with his anger betterd healthy relationship, and I see y'all 50 years from now, cuddling when he's a grumpy old man, like Carl and Ellie from Up. You're the sunshine in his life and I imagine him waking up and smiling and cuddling you closer.

Second: Osamu, he was my second choice and what I started this draft as, I honestly just think that the first choice was a better fit, and that Osamu might be super insensitive which can be painful. I do think he'd really love you tho, but wouldn't pursue a romantic relationship because he knew he'd hurt you accidently, and he didn't think it was worth it.

Third: Kenma, He'd adore you vibe and absolutely get the anxiety. I don't know how well he'd do with PDA though, and I also think that he has a hard time really choosing the right words for what he means, or sometimes the silence could be too much. I do however think he'd respect you as a person and wish the absolute best for you.

#haikyuu matchups #I loved this couple!#i really hope you like it #YourWeatherReport #cloudpassingby #your mbti type has the same values as the karasuno team according to the personality database #which I found really cool

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years ago

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little giroux , sidney crosby

note, so, i know they wouldn't have like nhl events like the one i wrote, but everyone let's just go with it. also, this doesn't take place now, so the year in which that scene takes place will be in bold, so keep an eye out for that. another note, happy birthday claude LMAO pair, sidney crosby x reader summary, y/n giroux is the little sister of claude giroux, the captain of the philadelphia flyers. so that means she's supposed to hate the penguins, especially their captain, right? warnings, a few curse words word count, 3577 words (whoa. did not expect this to be. so long.)

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2014

Everywhere you went you were known as "Claude Giroux's little sister" and yeah, it was true, but it got tiring after a while. You were your own person, and things only got worse when he became captain.

Of course, you were ecstatic for him, but there was still that nagging annoyance in the pit of your stomach.

Claude had invited you to an NHL event as his date in Ryanne's stead since she had a prior commitment. You were a bit apprehensive at first because you'd be surrounded by a bunch of famous hockey players who you barely knew.

But that's how you ended up sitting at a banquet table by yourself while everyone conversed and talked with each other.

It wasn't that they didn't want to talk to you, you just didn't know how to walk up to someone and start a conversation, "Do you wanna dance?" Claude asked walking up to you.

"I'm okay. Sorry for ruining your night." You put on a smile but winced internally.

"You're not ruining my night." He smiled back.

"You sure?" You asked.

"Yeah, I promise." He nodded. You smiled and nodded back.

"Okay." Claude sipped the champagne flute on the table before walking away to make conversation with a few other players. You sat back in your chair, sipping your champagne.

"Y/N Giroux." You heard a familiar voice.

"Sidney Crosby." You smiled, turning around.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here with Claude." You answered, "His partner was busy, so I was option number 2." You shrugged.

"Oof." He wined, "Option 2."

"It's cool." You shook your head, taking a sip of your drink.

"Yeah, I'm gonna nod my head and pretend I believe that." Sidney nodded, sitting down next to you.

"Well, believe it cause it's the truth." You scoffed. Sidney watched you examining your face for a few seconds trying to dissolve if you were telling the truth or not. Once he was satisfied, he sighed and shook his head, looking away as he sipped his own flute of champagne.

"What?" You asked.

"Nothing." He shook his head.

"No, clearly your thinking about something. What is it?" You pried.

"Dance with me." He interrupted, standing up and offering you his hand. You raised a brow at him, trying to discern his angle, "Come on. It's just a dance. It won't kill you."

You stared at him for another second before grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull you up. He led you over to the dance floor where many other couples were dancing together already.

You felt your heart pick up when he placed his hand on your back. You laced your hand through his while your other laid freely on his shoulder.

"So, are you enjoying yourself?" He asked, completely out of the blue.

"Tonight? Yeah." You nodded.

"Good, I'm glad." He nodded.

"Wasn't exactly how I planned for my Saturday night to go, but we're taking it in strides." You nodded.

"What'd you have planned?"

"Well, on Saturdays, there's usually Harry Potter reruns on TV, so every week I watch those." You shrugged.

"Every week?"

"Every week." You nodded.

"Sounds like quite the tradition." He smiled.

"Thought you said you didn't want to dance," Claude stated from behind you.

You turned around, removing your hand from Sidney's, "Maybe she just didn't want to dance with you." Sidney joked.

"Okay, let's not do this tonight. It's a nice night, the weather's nice, the food is free and very good, let's just enjoy it. No fighting, let's not "drop the gloves"." You spoke, putting the last part in quotations.

Claude grabbed your hand and pulled you away from Sidney. Claude proceeded to glare daggers at Sidney, "Stop." You hut him, "He was being nice."

"I asked if you to dance and you said "no". Make it make sense." He swayed to the music with you.

You shook your head, "I don't need to explain myself to you, Claude." You pulled away from him and stormed away. It was pretty dramatic, but you were slightly tipsy, and that must've been justified somehow,

"Y/N..." He sighed.

"I'm gonna catch a cab." You shook him off, "I'll see you tomorrow." You downed one last flute of champagne as you headed for the door.

The next day, you were sitting with all the other girls. The Flyers were playing the Pens, and you could tell, even all the way in the box, that Claude was being a bit more aggressive towards Sidney.

"Did something happen last night?" Ryanne asked.

"No, what do you ask?" You asked, taking a sip of your beer.

"Oh, nothing. Just Claude came home a bit angry last night, grumbling about you and Crosby." She shrugged innocently.

"Nothing happened. He asked me to dance, I accepted. He got angry and pissy so I left. That's all that happened." You shrugged.

"Huh." She nodded, "Interesting, interesting."

"What?" You raised a brow.

"Nothing, nothing." She shook her head.

"Stop saying every word twice." You narrowed your eyes. You winced as Claude laid a particularly hard hit on Sidney.

"You sure nothing happened?" Ryanne asked once again.

"Yes, I'm sure." You nodded.

"All right, if you say so." She nodded, leaning back in her seat.

After the game was over, it was rough but the Flyers won. Instead of heading down to the Flyer's locker room, you headed towards the guest locker room where the Penguins were.

All the guys looked dejected and upset, for obvious reasons. You waited until you spotted Sidney, "Hey..." You spoke up. Sidney looked up from his conversation with Malkin and excused himself.

"Hey..." He flashed you a smile.

"You okay? Sorry Claude was so hard. All those hits looked hard and aggressive." You winced.

"Eh, it's part of the job." He shrugged.

"No, I think it's something else, I'll talk with him about it."

"Don't it's fine." Sidney shook his head. You looked at each other for another minute, "Is that all you came over here for? Not that I'm not happy to see you."

"Oh, I guess that was all." Disappointment settled in your stomach, "I'll see you around, Sid." You smiled.

"Yeah, see you around, Y/N." He smiled back, waving to you and watching you walk in the direction of the Flyer's locker room.

"Where were you?" Ryanne asked.

"Talking to a friend." You shrugged.

After that game, things went back to normal. The Flyers were still doing well, Claude wasn't as angry at you for whatever it was that happened between you and Sidney. All was good and peaceful until the Flyers played the pens again.

Their last game against each other was a few months ago, so this was the first time they were seeing each other since then.

You were once again seated in the box with the rest of the girls, huge beer in hand and ready to just get borderline wasted. You weren't the DD, so why not?

"Anything new going on with you and Sidney?" Ryanne asked, drawing out his name.

"Nope." You took a big sip of your drink.

"You sure?"

"Yep." You nodded.

"All right." She seemed unconvinced but decided to stop pressing you about the matter.

You watched on and were disappointed when you saw Sidney get a goal past Carter Hart. He did his normal celly with his team, then the next thing he did was a surprise to everyone in the arena, including you.

Sidney looked up to the box and pointed up to it as if he were dedicating the goal to you. You rolled your eyes but fought off a smile as you watched your face show up on the jumbotron.

"You still sure it's nothing?" Ryanne teased.

Claude watched your face show up on the jumbotron and lost it. He grabbed Sidney by the shoulder and socked him in the face. From there, it only escalated. Punches were thrown, helmets were ripped off, teammates from both sides jumped in and it was a bloody mess in the end.

You sighed, sitting back in your seat, watching the whole thing unfold. By the time the fight was over, the half that was left of you your beer was gone.

"I'm gonna take this." Ryanne took the beer from your hands, "How ya feelin'?" She asked.

"I think..." You were at a loss for words, "I'm gonna..." You gathered your stuff and rushed out of the box.

"Where're you going?" You didn't answer her as you practically ran out of the box and down to the guest locker room. Sidney came out of the fight a little worse the Claude had.

He was getting stitched up by a medical staff person, "Miss, you can't be down here." Someone told you.

Sidney looked up and saw you standing in the doorway, a worried look on your face, "No, it's fine. Let her stay." Sidney shook the staff member off as he gestured for you to walk in.

Everyone exited the room, leaving you and Sidney alone, "You shouldn't have done that." You scolded.

"That's just part of the game." Sidney joked with a shrug.

"You gotta stop doing that. He's gonna kill you." You punched his shoulder, causing him to wince.

"Wow, you are definitely siblings." He rubbed his shoulder.

"Seriously, stop." You told him, watching his playful demeanor slip away, "You gotta ask a girl on a date before you dedicate a goal to her." As quickly as it slipped away, the smile found its way back onto his face.

"All right then, Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?"

You smiled, "I'd love to."

The date you went on was beyond perfect. It was everything you had ever wanted, and somehow there was more. You hadn't told anyone except Ryanne. She really was like another sister to you.

"You sure you don't want to tell him?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. The last time I told him I was going on a date with someone, I never got a second date. And imagine his reaction when he finds out the person I'm going on a date with is his rival." You pointed out.

"Okay, okay, good point." She nodded, "Will you call me tomorrow with all the details?" She asked.

"I promise I will." You nodded.

"All right, I gotta go, he's coming." She whispered.

"All right." You hummed, hanging up.

After a few weeks, things between you and Sidney became official. You had yet to tell Claude, and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep the secret from him.

You finally decided to sit down with Claude and tell him everything, "So, what's with the ominous text about wanting to meet?" He asked as he sat down in front of you. You had invited him to a coffee shop, figuring if you were in public he wouldn't make such a scene.

"Well, I have some news I wanted to share." You stated nervously, playing with the sleeves of your jacket.

"What? You and Crosby going out or something." He joked, laughing at his own joke. You winced, not laughing along, "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." He stopped laughing and dropped his coffee rather harshly on the table.

"Claude-"

"No, don't." He stopped you, "Are you kidding? You're actually dating him?"

"What's your problem with him? He's never actually done anything to you." You pointed out.

"That's not the point." He glared.

"You don't even have a reason to hate him. You just hate him." You glared back.

"I do have reasons." He answered.

"Really? List them." You crossed your arms over your chest. When Claude didn't answer you raised a brow, "That's what I thought." You scoffed, grabbing your bag and standing up, "I asked you here so we could be adults and you wouldn't have to find out from some article or something."

"That's what you would've done? You wouldn't have told me and I would've had to find out myself through an article?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying." You were getting angry, but trying to keep it to a minimum so people around you wouldn't notice, "I'm saying I wanted to have a mature conversation with my brother about the guy I'm dating. I guess I was wrong."

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After going public with your relationship, some of the most popular questions both Claude and Sidney got were about you. Sidney would get all smiley whenever you were brought up but answer professionally while Claude would show no emotion and answer the questions very vaguely.

"So, Sid, tell us, has Claude welcomed you into the family?" A reporter asked.

Sidney smiled, "I mean, he's been putting me through the wringer whenever I go over, but nothing I can't handle." He answered.

Claude was pretty similar questions about your relationship to his number 1 rival, Sidney Crosby, "Claude, Sidney admitted you've been putting him through the wringer. That true?"

"I mean, I think it's my job as her brother to at least be a bit annoying, right?" He laughed, "But yeah, I might be a little bit of an ass."

After you watched the interview, you immediately called Claude, "So, you do agree you're being a bit of an ass?"

He sighed from the other end, "You're never gonna let this go, are you?"

"Nope." You were giddy, "But I do think you owe someone an apology."

"All right," Claude sighed, "Well if you see Sid, tell him to call me."

"Claude!" You snapped.

"I'm kidding, I'm sorry, Y/N. That day in the coffee shop, you didn't deserve that and I'm sorry. You're a grown adult and can make your own decisions. Sometimes I forget that, and I need to work on that. But you can make your own choices and I know he's a good guy."

"Thank you. That's all I wanted." You smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." You hummed.

"You better not be sporting a Crosby jersey the next time we play the Pens." He threatened.

You were running around the kitchen of your apartment like a chicken with no head. Sidney watched from the island as you mumbled to yourself, whisked eggs together, checked the oven about a dozen times, made sure things weren't burning.

"You sure you don't need help with anything?" Sidney asked. You were so deep in your head that you didn't hear him, "Y/N?" Again no response.

He stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around so you were facing him, "Take a deep breath for me, all right?" You took a breath, "Good. Calm down. You're stressing me out. If you keep pacing, you're gonna tear a hole in the ground." He joked.

"I can't." You told him, "This is the most anxiety-inducing night of my life." You told him.

"Why? It's not like I've never met Claude before." Sidney chuckled.

"I know, but this isn't just my brother, this is my whole family." You reminded him, letting out an angry huff, "Get out of my kitchen." You pushed him out.

"What? You can't kick me out." He laughed.

"Get out, Sidney." You pushed him, "Take this. Put this in the living room." You handed him a cheese platter and pushed him out of the kitchen.

Throughout the entire dinner, things were going great. Claude kept his mouth shut for a good chunk of it, which eased some anxiety. He did say he would try to be nicer to Sidney, and so far he was keeping his promise.

Sidney was charming our parents, making them laugh and see the good person he was instead of whatever tough-guy persona he had on the ice.

At the end of the night, while you were talking with Ryanne, Claude pulled Sid aside, "Look..." He started, "I'm sorry for being such a dick."

Sidney cracked a smile, "It's all good."

"No, it's not." Claude cut him off, "You're dating my sister and I was such a jerk so I'm apologizing for all my previous behavior."

"Thank you. I appreciate it." Sidney smiled, holding out his hand. Claude looked down at it and shook it.

"Looks like they're getting along just fine." Ryanne nodded behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Sidney and Claude shaking hands, then quickly laughing together.

"They're gonna be best friends in no time." You joked.

2016

"So, G..." Claude knew exactly where this was going, "Recently, your sister got engaged to her longtime boyfriend, Mr. Sidney Crosby himself."

"Yes." Claude nodded.

"Did Sid ask for your blessing or anything?"

Claude chuckled, "Funnily enough, he did. I mean, he asked our parents and our sister then he asked me and my wife."

"Your wife?"

"Yeah, Y/N and her are best friends." Claude chuckled.

"Now, I heard you were against it at first, how do you feel about it now?"

"I mean, if you had told me five years ago that my sister would be dating our rival, I would've socked you in the face." He laughed, "No, but in all seriousness, all I want is for my sister to be happy."

On the day of the wedding, you decided to do a first look with Sidney (obviously), but you also decided to do a first look with Claude and Ryanne. Although Ryanne was your maid-of-honor, you wanted to have this special moment with her and Claude.

You fixed your hair one last time before you walked out the french doors and down into the garden. Ryanne and Claude were facing away from you.

"You ready?" You asked.

"As we'll ever be," Claude responded.

"3-2-1." The videographer counted down, and the two of them turned around and immediately froze.

"Oh, my God." They both gasped.

You did a little spin, "You look gorgeous." Ryanne walked around you so she could get a better view of the dress, "Holy crap!"

"What do you think?" You asked, eyes meeting Claude's.

"I mean-" He was speechless, tears coming to his eyes. He wiped them away with his thumb, "You look beautiful." He pulled you into a hug.

"I think you look very spiffy in your suit too, dude." You laughed, wiping the tears from the corners of yours as well.

About an hour before the guest began to arrive, you and Sid were getting ready to do your first looks. Sidney had his back to you, his hands crossed in front of himself, as he patiently waited for you.

You walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and covered his mouth in shock, "Holy..." He stopped himself.

You laughed, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek, "Oh, my God." He gasped, pulling away so he could look at the dress, "You look... amazing." He was speechless.

"You look pretty amazing too." You laughed, straightening his tie, the same way you do before every game.

"I don't think this suit is any competition for this dress." He laughed.

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"Sidney, congrats to you and your wife. I feel like we've all been here since the beginning." Sidney laughed, nodding.

"Yeah, thank you. We're both very excited."

"What was the family's initial reaction?"

"They were all very excited, and in all honesty, Claude stared me down the entire time, and I thought he was gonna sock me in the face a few times."

"Well, I know everyone's excited to meet the newest addition to the Giroux-Crosby clan."

"Thank you."

2019

You held Penny close to your chest as you weaved through the Penguins stadium. She had on a little hat that was yellow and black with a knitted '87' on the front. She, of course, was sporting a Crosby jersey and was carrying her favorite stuffed animal. Ironically a stuffed Gritty doll.

"You ready to see daddy? Let's go see daddy." You laughed, walking down to the glass where a few other partners and kids were.

Sidney skated onto the ice last and was immensely scanning around the edge of the rink, looking for you and Penny. He finally spotted you both, and slipped his glove off, slapping his hand onto the glass.

"Look, Pen, it's daddy." You pointed, straightening her hat. She looked confused for a moment but realized it was her father and squealed, almost dropping her stuffed animal.

"Hi." Sidney waved, the brightest smile you'd ever seen on his face.

"Blow daddy a kiss." You told her, demonstrating how to do it. She waved her hand in his direction, attempting to copy you. He blew kisses back at her before he waved one last time and skated off.

She looked like she was about to cry when she watched Sidney skate off, but was quickly distracted when she realized Gritty was in her arms.

2021

"So, Sid, I feel like we're here every year." Everyone shared a laugh, "Congrats on the birth of little Amelia."

"Thank you." Sidney beamed proudly.

"How's the baby and mom?"

"Baby's fine, getting equating with big sister Penny. Mom is doing amazing." He gushed.

"So, you're officially-officially a girl dad."

"I am. Two girls." He nodded.

"Is it different with two than it is with one?"

"Well, I mean, I have an amazing partner who's amazing and I know if I didn't have her, I would crash and burn. So, I owe everything to her. I can't take all the credit."

"You guys thinking of having any more kids?" Sidney only shrugged.

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"Since day one." Yandere!Harry Potter.

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Synopsis: In where Harry Potter has loved you since the day you met him back at Diagon Alley, he can never stop loving you because you are the light to his life.

A/n: I'm back to give you more yandere because I won't be updating I can't stand you for a while so, I am taking requests for any fandom that is listed in my fandom list.

Harry had led a a terrible life during his stay at his Aunt and Uncle's suffering great that they wouldn't acknowledge him as a human being and had taken away his right to know about who he or what his parents are, but when Hagrid came to take him to get him and deliver his letter, it made him happy that he had somewhere to escape to rather than going to that school he was supposed to go to if Hagrid hadn't came along.

He was there in Madam Malkin's shop getting fitted for his school robes when you had came in with your Mother and Father, a sight that made Harry long for, being there with his own Mother and Father, but all he could do was stare at how happy you were with them and when your eyes met his it felt like something bloomed inside of him, he didn't know what it was but what he knew was that his face flushed when you smiled at him warmly, something he didn't get often.

He waited the day he got to see you again and knowing that you'll both be attending Hogwarts all he did was look for a cute 11 year old with (s/c) skin, (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair, there he was met with the sight of you in an empty compartment and had accompanied you from then on, he doesn't care if you two were sorted in the same house or not, he found ways to be with you throughout the year and he'd keep you in the dark about his adventures with his new found friends Ron and Hermione in fear that you'd get hurt if he did.

He hated it too that Draco and other boys had taken an interest in you too, it's that your attitude was able to draw in unnecessary attention from others, the only one who got to admire you was him and only him, he'd keep you near him despite not being in the same house, he took his time and made the most of the little moments that the two of you have together, through out the months in Hogwarts he grew to long for you more and it was starting to disturb him because he got to hardly see you as you two grew, your classes not often being the same and that school work had you returning to your common room earlier than expected.

But he did find it nice that you tried to be with him during breaks even if it meant you could only do both your homework in the silence of the library, this behavior and his longing stares did not go unnoticed to his best friends, they would often tease him about it but they were willing to support him if he would want to be with them as a partner.

What they didn't know was that he wanted to keep you all to himself and hide you away from the rest of the world for his own eyes only.

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Feeling isolated and confused about your sexuality is something that sucks for both lesbians and asexuals. I'm a lesbian ace and every time I've told another lesbian about it they've told me I'm repressed, which I'm only saying here because there's nuance to all of this which I feel like you're missing. Asexuality fucking sucks. I wish someone could fix me and make me 'just' a lesbian because at least then I wouldn't have people like you implying that I feel the need to tell everyone that I don't want sex or that by just saying that I'm ace that I'm also saying people who like sex are dirty. I've had sex with men and women who have wanted to fix me and it's made me feel like shit for not being fixed, as well as because sex is just not good for me.

But it's not even just about that. It's about how being asexual colours every aspect of your life and makes it even more difficult to fit into the spaces that are supposed to be for you, which, yeah, is also what it's like to be a lesbian. It's about feeling broken. You'd think it would be easier for you to have some fucking empathy when my experience runs next to yours but apparently not.

I'm not playing suffering Olympics. Sexual gay people absolutely have a worse time than asexuals in a lot of ways. But it doesn't mean we don't deserve understanding or that you get to belittle us or call us homophobic for being happy that we got one shitty story in a family friendly pride anthology.

Half the recent Connor Hawke tag is now you bullying tweens. Complain all you want and get angry about the racism and homophobia across the board in mainstream comics. Maybe just try to act like a human being while you do.

there's no point whatsoever where i've said asexual people think people who have sex are dirty by default: it's the story that says that, it's the people who come to me on here and say "i think wanting to have a conversation with someone you love and hang out with them is the most mature way to approach a relationship and only ace people get that" as if the rest of us don't have meaningful connections with our partners, it's the insistence on pretending gay people who experience sexual attraction are somehow the exact same as straight people who experience sexual attraction and bullshit terms like "allosexual" that have come out of that and the idea that gay people could possibly have the societal standing to systematically oppress anyone.

listen, you're coming from a place of pain. i don't feel confused or broken about being a lesbian, i've never pretended to be attracted to men, i've never felt any guilt about having lesbian sex -- my experience is not universal but neither is yours, you cannot possibly come on here and tell me that you identify as a lesbian yet you've had sex with men and expect me to look at that as anything other than self-harm. the idea that you can be 'fixed' is self-harm to begin with and that's got no real place in a conversation about representation at large and how homophobia affects other gay people beyond your own internalized sense of it.

look beyond your own pain and understand this: a story about a historically gaycoded character of colour, a character who is a buddhist monk and who has repeatedly stated he's uncomfortable with women specifically, suddenly being made asexual is an act of homophobia and racism through the simple fact that his history is being ignored, he's being infantilized and they're choosing to lean into stereotypes.

a story where a historically gaycoded character uses gender neutral pronouns to refer to a future romantic partner, thus implying the possibility of dating women, is an act of homophobia.

a story where the villain (inexplicably lauded by the creative team as the 'perfect villain for connor') is a character who had never before existed in comics and was created specifically for/famously played by a gay man (a very famously out gay man, neil patrick harris) and is effectively used here as a stand-in for gay people is an act of homophobia.

a story that uses music as a metaphor for sex and in which said gay villain is able to control people through music and then the brave asexual hero beats him up for it is an act of homophobia.

take a moment and think about the millions of villains that could've been used instead of music meister and then think about how this is legitimately harmful to gay people while you're at it.

as a side note, i don't see how the hell am i 'bullying tweens' when i've done nothing but reply to anons whose ages i can't possibly know and every single person in the connor hawke tag appears to be well into their twenties.

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Gotta Get Me Some

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Umbridge Detention, Swearing, Implied Pot Smoking, Heavy Duty Make-Out Sesh.

Note: This is my first ever fanfic. I'm aware I'm pretty rubbish and OMG! WHY IS IT SO LONG??? But I'm sure I'll get better in time.

Inspired by Nickelbacks "Gotta Get Me Some" which is linked to the title.

The arrival of Winter, typically, meant the castle of Hogwarts were filled with the shivering and cheerful voices of students and staff anxiously awaiting the beginning of the Holiday festivities. However, with Delores Jane Umbridge set rampant upon the school there was little room for joy in the lives of any of the Hogwarts occupants.

"The bloody bitch is a menace!" Came the familiar drawling voice of Ronald Weasley.

It was breakfast and the Great Hall was filled to the brim with complaints following the latest set of 'Educational Decrees' which saw the students, already slim, range of freedom lessened still.

"No loud music. No groups larger than 3. Gryffindor as good as dead in the Quidditch finals-"

"HEY!" Ginny had taken Ron's remark against her teams performance rather personally, still he carried on as if uninterrupted.

"What's there left for that pink, old, Toad to take away?" He questioned to the equally disgruntled group of teens hundled around their morning pumpkin juice.

"I know, it's just dreadful isn't it?" Answered Lee Jordan. "I can't wait to be shot of this place for the holidays! I mean..." he glanced sorrowfully over his shoulder toward the Ravenclaw table, a look which did not go unnoticed by the rest of the group, "there's just nothing left to be cheerful for" he stared glumly back to his breakfast where he poked and prodded a cold piece of sausage across his plate.

"Oh give it a rest, Lee." Snapped the impatient voice of Fred Weasley.

"Just because you've no longer got someone to snog under the mistletoe." Continued George.

Their attitude caused Lee to slouch somewhat ashamedly in his seat.

"Don't be so insensitive!" Defended Hermiome, noting the further drop in his mood. "What is the matter with you two!? Your best friend is upset, the least you could do is be supportive!

"You're right, Hermione. I'm sorry Lee." Said George.

"Yeah, our bad mate. Just a bit out of it this morning...had detention with Umbridge late last night." Fred straightened himself from leaning on his elbows as he cletched his left hand, lowering it below the table.

"What'd she have you carve this time?" Lee asked concernedly.

"The same," responded George, showing the fresh scar upon his hand which read 'I must obey the rules', "she's got it out for us honestly."

The group grimaced at the sight.

"Has she said anything to you, since it happened, Lee?" Spoke Ginny, eager for a change of topic.

"Nothing new. Just the same everytime I try to talk to her; 'I don't see this going anywhere. I need someone more serious. I have my future to think about.' As if I'm the reason she's flunking potions." He rolled his eyes.

The group couldn't stand to see their friend so upset. He'd been, understandably, moping for days since the sudden termination of his eighth month long relationship with a fellow Seventh Year, Ravenclaw.

"Forget about her, mate." Fred stated abruptly, "you'll find someone better in no time."

"Someone who doesn't try to change everything about you." Chimed George.

Fred had never much cared for Lee's partner of choice. Her feelings were mutual, toward not only the devil-may-care redhead, but also his equally chaotic twin. Following the boys words of encouragement a wave of compliments and support erupted from the mouths of everyone else currently involved in the conversation, which crashed upon Lee. Seemingly having the desired effect as his mood greatly improved over the remainder of their meal, until came time for everyone to depart for their various classes.

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Several tiresome hours later found most of the group, minus the Twins and Lee, lounging comfortably about the Gryffindor common room. Everyone was quietly enjoying the time to themselves. Everyone that is except for Ron who, per usual, had countless complaints to share on the topic of the 'Hogwarts High Enquizitor'.

"Did you hear her today before Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"What happened?" Ginny asked, only partially interested in the conversation.

"She gave him a serve for standing too close to Hermione." Sniggered Harry who, quite frankly, found the whole situation rather amusing.

"Boys and Girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other!" Ron mocked in his best impression of Umbridge.

"What's she expect to walk around a corner and catch me snogging?"

"Well, not you snogging anyone" George had just entered through the portrait hole, followed closely by Fred and Lee.

"You've got about as much chance being caught with a girl as George and I do being caught doing homework" Fred teased as the room broke into laughter.

A scowl plastered itself across Rons face. Insulted, he tightly folded his arms across his chest and slumped back between the cushions of the armchair he'd perched himself on.

"Awe, come on now Ronniekins. Mind the attitude", Fred goaded while roughing Rons hair. This earned him a rather hard slap across the arm, as he attempted to bat away the unwanted contact.

"Yeah," George began resting on the arm of Rons seat, "it's not all that bad."

"What's got you three in such a good mood?" Hermione questioned noting the new found spring held in the boys step as they strutted about the room disturbing the previously content group of teens.

"Just had a good day is all" Lee smirked, eyes flicking toward the Twins.

"You've planned some ridiculous prank on Lee's ex haven't you?" Ginny groaned with a look of you'd-better-fucking-not etched across her freckled features.

"No, nothing like that." Lee assured her, clearing the resounding tension from the air with a wave of his hand.

"Well, what then? You all looked ropeable at breakfast this morning. Now it's like you've won 100 galleons." Piped Harry, intrigued by the boys sudden optimism.

"We just got some good news, that's all." commented George vaguely, as Fred and Lee chuckled.

"What good news?" asked Ron.

"None ya business." Chorused the Twins.

"Oh come on you three! Just tell us!" Ginny and Harry were on the edge of their seats while Ron continued to scowl and Hermione remained utterly indifferent, immersed in yet another book. Good news was scarce these days and if it was enough to get the Twins excited this news was obviously well worth their time and pestering.

"Alright, fine then." Lee propped himself up straightly in his chair, ignoring the sounds of protest from the Twins as he leant forward to whisper to the eager group of ears. "What's it matter, really?" He shrugged.

The group was now huddled closely together around a small coffee by the fire on their knees. Everyone's attention fixed directly on Lee as he spoke.

"There's a scheme in action throughout Hogwarts. Someone is planning an end of year party right under the nose of that great, Toad."

Hermiones face showed no interest. "Really. That's all, a party?" Everyone promptly began shushing her.

"When is it!?" Asked Ginny, excitedly.

"No idea" replied the three seventh years at once.

"Well then, where is it?" Harry attempted to carry on the conversation.

"No idea." Came the chorus again.

Harry, Ron and Ginny eyed each other confusedly. Unable to see how a party with no location or time could have got the boys so happy.

"Who's planning it?" Hermione broke the silence.

"No idea."

"I'm missing dinner for this?" Ginny huffed as she slouched back against the bottom of the couch.

Harry could not have been anymore confused at this point. "So tell me, how exactly has this lifted your spirits?"

"Because it's going to be the party!" Lee answered.

"There's this tradition you see..." said George.

"Every year the graduating class holds a secret party under the noses of the staff. Obviously this year will be the best because no prior year had Satan at the helm." Fred explained. "But it's more than that. This year has already gone further than any before."

"How so?" Sighed Ron.

"It's a complete secret to everyone." Said Lee.

"No one's going to know when" smiled George.

"And no ones going to know where, until the day of." Fred smirked reclining with his feet up on the couch, hands nestled comfortably at the back of his neck.

"But then how do you know about it?" Piped Hermione.

"The group involved in it's planning has begun spreading rumours to get the word out. Only those invited are being told." Nodded Lee.

Ron was smiling now "I'm so going - OW!" Fred had reached and slapped the back of Ron's head again.

"No can do Ronniekins." He stood.

"Strictly seventh years only." George and Lee followed suit as the boys headed toward the portrait hole.

"Why tell us then??" Complained Ginny.

"Because you asked!" Lee laughed.

"What a bloody waste of time." She shook her head heading for dinner.

"What do you reckon, Harry?" Nudged Ron. But Harry didn't get the chance to answer as Hermione sprang into a lecture.

"Does it matter? One, you can't go - it's seventh years only. Two, this whole thing is terribly thought out! You can't hold a party that no one knows any details for. Not to mention the fact there is no where in the castle that a party could take place without detection. Not enough people know of the Room Of Requirement for it to be used. Lastly, even if by some miracle this plan does go ahead can you just imagine the punishment those who attended will receive when Umbridge finds out? And she will find out! Besides, Ronald. As school prefects we could not allow for such an event to take place. It goes against at least 30 school rules. Ones not set by Delores mind you. It won't go ahead so there's no point discussing it any further." Hermione was short of breath when she finally finished.

Given her friends deadpan expressions her lecture, per usual, had little effect. Frustrated she collected her belongings and left for dinner also.

"Sucks the fun out of everything, doesn't she?" Whispered Ron, as they followed. Neither game to admit just how much they wanted an invite to the mystery party. Not around Hermione at least.

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Two weeks had passed since news broke of the Party and school spirits had lifted substantially as a result. Amongst the seniors at least. Although, it may also have had something to do with the approaching Quidditch match, between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, set to take place shortly after classes concluded in the afternoon. Students hastened themselves in storing their possessions before hurrying off to the stadium.

Halfway toward the pitch the Twins were deep in conversation over new product ideas when the sudden call of their names caused them to turn. Lee had been attempting to gain their attention from some distance behind. He looked far too excited for someone so out of breath as he ran up to his awaiting friends.

"Nice of you to finally join us." George laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're so funny, whatever. Listen!" He pulled the boys aside of the walking track to avoid being over heard. "The party's happening tonight! That's why I was late, a Ravenclaw was talking to me and -"

"Which Ravenclaw?" Asked the Twins, excited about the news.

"Doesn't matter."

"Given that tone, I'd say it does." Fred raised his brow. But Lee remained quiet.

"Which Ravenclaw?" They demanded.

"Oh fine! Alright, my ex. We were snogging in Moanies bathroom when the bell rang and she told me. Are you happy?" Groans and eye rolls came from the redheads as they processed the information.

"You'd just gotten over her mate" said George as they began walking, now running late for the game.

"Hadn't spoken to, or about her in weeks!" Fred spoke.

"Yes. And snogging was my reward! Now, you're sort of missing the important information here!! The party is on for tonight! Word has it, there's a deal between the teams seekers to push today's match back as late as possible. So Umbitch has to extend tonights curfew. That will draw some of the suspicion away from students wandering the halls late. Since they begin play at five, and curfews at nine, we're hoping for a three and a half hour match at least."

"Where's it happening?" Asked George.

"Some room in the Dungeons. There's going to be a marker set up to let us know where to go."

"What's the marker?"

"Haven't the foggiest."

"Well that's handy" Fred sighed. "Still no idea who's planning this?"

"Nah, but when she told me, she did happen to mention it's a friend of hers."

"What about the time?"

"Now that, I do know something about. Everyone's been given an individual time to arrive. To avoid a build up of students roaming toward the Dungeons past curfew. Our time is 10:45."

As they reached the stadium entrance the boys opted for a change of subject, as they took their place within the commentary box.

A total of 3 hours and 52 minutes later saw Hufflepuff victorious.

---

Time seemed to move agonisingly slow from that point as the boys waited in their near empty common room, keen for the night ahead.

"It's happening tonight isn't it? That's why you're all down here dressed up!" Ron had been pestering the boys for the past 40 minutes at least having noticed them wearing what you'd consider their best jeans and shirts.

"Give it a rest Ron!" Ginny snapped. Evidently even those uninvited few who knew of the party had grown tired of Rons relentless begging. She huffed as she changed position on the common room sofa.

"Like you aren't itching for an invite." He hissed back.

"We aren't going to tell you so just stop being such a nagging little prat, and leave us alone!" Fred growled.

"You weren't invited and we're not taking you!" George glared at his younger brother, and spoke with such a tone of finality that Ron reluctantly admitted defeat. Sulking in a neighbouring armchair.

"It's time" interrupted Lee, standing from his seat. "If we leave now that should give us plenty of time should we run into any obstacles along the way."

Indeed, the thought of stumbling upon Filch, or his cat, a rogue professor or prefect patrolling the halls, perhaps even the big bitch herself put a certain extra degree of temptation over the excitement for the night. At least it did for the Twins. Lee was slightly more apprehensive as he was not quite as adept in late night adventures compared to his prankster best friends. Fred and George could sense Lee's nerves in his voice and assured him that it would be "no more than a walk in the park".

Making use of their extensive knowledge of hidden passages and corridors the Twins had memorised, the boys met few speed bumps along their way. Aside from one encounter with Peeves the Poltergeist, whom they convinced to keep their whereabouts a secret on the word they were off to Prank Umbridge. Peeves gave them no such grief as a result.

"Right." Whispered Fred as they entered the Dungeons. "What's this signal we're meant to wait for?"

"If I were to hazzard a guess Freddie, I'd have to say...that." George pointed.

As if summoned by their presence a neon green ball of light appeared before them, glowing brightly against the pitch black corridor.

"Shall we gents?" Lee gestured for the Weasleys to move forward.

As they approached the ball began to move slowly throughout the space. Gliding ominously down the long empty hall and turned right down a passage which they knew led to the potions classroom.

"I swear, if this is a joke and we're about to be dumped on Snapes doorstep I'm pushing you both over to make my escape." Fred joked.

After a few more minutes walking the Gryffindors had passed their potions class and, while holding their breaths, the office of one Severus Snape. The orb led them directly to an unused classroom at the very end of the hall.

"Here?" Asked George. "Last I saw of this room, it were no bigger than Hagrids hut and stacked high with crap!"

The green orb flowed seamlessly through the old wooden door, coaxing them to continue onward.

"Here goes nothing, I guess." Lee shrugged as he placed a tentative grip on the doors handle and swung it open.

Whatever they had been expecting it sure wasn't this. The room had obviously been cleaned and made subject to an expansion charm as the ceiling was considerably higher than they recalled. However, what stood before them was not the hustle and bustle of a raging party - but two glistening white sheers with a note attached.

"Please shut the door before parting the curtains." It read. Confused but obediently the boys ensured the door was closed securely before passing through the thin fabric.

Immediately the scene changed. Their ears were met with the deafening sound of alternative rock music and the laughter of what was surely the entire cohort of seventh years. Tables lined the walls with an assortment of food and drink, as well as allowing areas for seating. The atmosphere was warm and inviting and they couldn't help but smile as they admired the amount of effort which must have been placed into making this a reality. Casting their eyes toward the ceiling they noticed an array of multicoloured orbs - similar to the one which lead them to the room, glowing brightly above the centre of the floor which lit the party like 70s disco.

"You made it!" Called the voice of Angelina Johnson as she ran to embrace the new comers. She was clutching a drink firmly in her left hand and swaying considerably, indicating she had indeed been here for quite some time and that was in no way her first drink.

"You're clearly having a ball." Fred chuckled, near having to yell over the noise of the place.

"I've been here since 9.30. That was my time. GEORGE!" She startled him before pulling him down by the neck to speak into his ear, "that girl you fancy from Hufflepuff is here. She's been asking about you! By the drinks last I saw." She pointed.

"Well. I mustn't keep her waiting much longer, must I?" He winked at his brother signalling his departure. Angelina mumbled something about needing a new drink and followed as she drained her cups last drop.

Lee and Fred set off into the crowd to enjoy the night.

---

Two hours and too many firewhiskeys later found George shamelessly snogging and wrapped tight within the arms of said Hufflepuff, and Angelina presumably with her head buried deep within a toilet somewhere.

Lee and Fred were having the time of their lives, drinking and dancing the night away. That was until Lee found more issues for himself in the form of his ex dancing and kissing someone who wasn't him. All his hopes of rekindling their relationship were decimated. Fred noticed his sudden drop in emotion and promptly shifted his gaze to meet the object of Lee's loss of enthusiasm. Had he not been met with the most beautiful shade of [y/c] eyes he'd ever seen, he probably would have noticed Lee excuse himself from the floor.

Fred's heart began to race and it was like everyone in the room disappeared except for you. Mesmerised by the way you smiled and moved in time with the music he couldn't look away if he tried. He knew he recognised you from around school, you were in his grade after all, but surely you'd never been this breathtaking.

You were huddled close to Lee's ex, stealing her from the arms of the boy she'd wrapped herself around, smiling so bright the lights were dull in comparison. You clung to one another instead as you danced, bodies intertwined in a way that made Fred jealous. He could have watched you all night, and probably well would have had it not been from the sudden sharp blow of an elbow to his ribs.

George had appeared, lips swollen and hair dishevelled, with a drink for his brother.

"Interrupting an important thought am I?" He smirked handing his brother the beverage. "You know, Freddie. If you fancy someone talking to them usually accomplishes more than just staring at the poor girl." He laughed.

"Oh, suddenly so wise now that you've come up for air, are you?" Fred teased, sipping some of the purple concoction he was sure he shouldn't be drinking. "Who is she?" He turned back to look at you.

"Who?" George asked trying to peer over the mass of heads. But you'd vanished.

Fred's face sank. Chugging his drink and rushing through the tight group of bodies jumping and laughing together. As he reached the place where you'd been dancing he searched for you but even standing at his full height he was unable to catch so much as a glimpse of your [H/L + H/C] hair.

Disappointed he removed himself from the crowd, to the outskirts of the room, where he leaned against a table with his hands in his pockets. Desperate for a hint of your figure but nothing. Seconds turned to minutes as his heart began to race and he panicked slightly. Had you left? He began to fear the thought he'd never get to see you again tonight when suddenly...

"Hey" a drink appeared infront of his chest, "you look like you could use a drink." He turned to see you smiling sweetly at him. Shocked his lips parted slightly while he stared at you awestruck. He lost himself in your eyes. Merlin! They were so much better up close.

"It's okay" your words snapped him out of his daze, "it's just firewhiskey." You tilted your head a little, raising the cup further infront of him.

"Thanks." He hastily reached for the drink, fingertips brushing your own. He felt goosebumps rise up his body. How could a girl he's never spoken to before have such an effect on him? Smiling his eyes raked your body as he took a sip. Noting your tight leather jeans and lose black top that sat off your shoulders. The outfit reminded him of a muggle rockstar.

You stared deeply back into his eyes as they met yours again. Never breaking the stare as you downed you entire drink in a mouthful without even batting an eyelid. To say he was impressed was a vast understatement. Firewhiskey was by no means a weak drink. His eyes widened and he laughed watching you place your now empty cup the the table next to you, raising a curious eyebrow at his reaction.

"What?"

Fred turned his head back to face the crowd on the dancefloor, raising his cup to his lips once more. "Nothing", he said with a twitch of his lips and a small shake of his head. He drained his cup before looking back down to you, "I get the feeling you can really handle your alcohol."

"What can I say? I like the taste" he laughed at your comment. "So, which one are you?"

"Fred" he held his hand out to you, shaking it you never let your eyes leave each other for a second. "I must say, you have me at a loss. You know who I am, but what's your name, lovely?" He stepped closer to you and turned his body to face you fully.

"[Y/F/N + Y/L/N]"

"How is it I've never met a beautiful girl like you before?

"I'm pretty easy to miss, if you're not looking for me."

His eyes scanned your body again, running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip before pulling it gently between his teeth, as he did so. It was probably the hottest thing you'd ever seen. Making your knees weak. You'd always considered the Twins handsome, how could someone not? They were tall, confident, charming, smarter than you knew they'd care to admit, fiercely loyal, and it'd be a lie if you said you hadn't noticed how Quidditch sculpted their bodies over the years. They were like fucking Gods around Hogwarts.

"Well..." Fred spoke as you both admired each other. "I'm sure now, I'll never be able to stop myself looking for you." He smirked inching ever so closer.

It was your turn to bite your lip now. He was so close you could smell him, and fuck did he smell good. You felt your body warm as you took in his scent. The sensation reminded you of fresh Butterbeer on a brisk Winter's day. Completely intoxicating.

"I think it's time for a refill" you said grabbing your wand to summon a bottle of Whiskey from the table down from you. You filled both cups before turning back to face him.

"If I didn't know any better" he took the drink from the table, "I'd say you were trying to get me drunk." He drank slowly from the cup.

"Just trying to see if you can keep up with me." You said with an innocent expression, "anyway. It's good for you." You drank.

"It's good for you now, but it won't be easy tomorrow."

"I'm a big girl. Reckon I can handle it."

He laughed, looking back over the room briefly. He caught a glimpse of George with a girl who Fred was sure wasn't his same kissing partner from earlier, dancing up against him. He raised an impressed brow to his brother, which earned himself a shrug and nod in your direction. Fred knew exactly what he meant by that. He was telling him to get a move on, not that he needed any goading.

His attention back on you, he watched as you drank more of your whiskey. All he wanted to do right now was push you against the nearest wall and have at you. However, he figured that may be a tad forward of him so he decided not to mention the fact.

"So tell me, [Y/N], what house are you?"

"Take a guess." You teased.

He titled his head, taking his time to look you over. Starting at your eyes and travelling slowly down to your lips, to your neck and they paused for a moment longer as they reached your exposed collarbone. Mind drifting to imagine how soft the skin would feel under his lips as he left hickies across it. He examined your whole body in what he felt could have been hours. Really though it was just enough for you to refill your drink, having finished it again moments ago.

"Well, you're clearly not Gryffindor." He began. "Otherwise, I'd absolutely have spoken to you before now."

"Clearly" you mocked.

"Certainly not Hufflepuff."

"And what makes you say that?" You asked curiously.

"Because Hufflepuff is the most innocent house in the school. And I can tell you are anything but."

"Oh you can tell can you?" Raising your eyebrows in surprise at his comment.

"Absolutely" he nodded.

"What gave me away?" You pouted, feigning dejection.

"Well, Darling, if it weren't for that devishly wicked smile you wear so well, that's been driving me crazy all night." You averted your gaze, smiling, trying to hide the blush that threatened to form on your cheeks. Slowly casting your eyes back up to meet his that'd never left you. "Then I'd say it's in the way you drink Fire Whiskey like it's pumpkin juice. Or from the red in the whites of your eyes which, naturally, is from..." he took a step into you and leant his head down to your neck. His nose grazed your skin and you could feel his breath on you as he inhaled your scent deeply. He lifted his lips to your ear where he whispered "-that's hardly the smell of tobacco now is it?" Turning his head enough to stare into your eyes, smiling proud and somewhat cheekily.

"Quite perceptive, aren't you?" You whispered back to him. He shrugged stepping back to sip his drink. "You know I saw you watching me earlier. Dancing."

"Couldn't take my eyes off you, love. I've never seen somebody move that way." He was grinning at you, far too content for your liking.

"Well." You finished your drink and set aside the cup, "what do you say you replace my previous partner?" You grabbed his right hand and began making your way to the dance floor which, although still bustling with life didn't house nearly as many sweaty bodies as before. You flashed him that same devilish grin you now knew he loved so much.

Chugging his drink and casting aside the cup he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, nestling his chin in your neck "lead the way."

Never letting his hand leave your grip you brought him to the middle of the floor where you pulled him into you slowly. Once you were flush against one another you began to move. Shamelessly enjoying the touch of each other's body. He spun you, and you were swaying and grinding against him when he pulled you back. You stayed like that till you were both sweating and panting quite heavily. Unable to contain the smiles that graced your faces.

You couldn't take it anymore, the look in his eyes and the grip on your waist was sending you crazy, reaching a hand up and around his neck you pulled his face dangerously close to yours "want to get out of here?"

His grip on you tightened as he responded "absolutely" and with that dragged you toward the exist.

George caught Fred's attention momentarily, he had a curious expression on his face. He simply smiled and winked back at his Twin. George laughed sending up a mock, celebratory fist pump.

Slightly impatient, you pulled Fred by the front of his shirt out past the curtains. You had no idea how loud the party had been until you were faced with the eery silence of the empty Dungeon corridors. The muffling charm placed on the sheers working perfectly.

"Come with me, I know a place" Fred said taking your hand.

Quietly manoeuvring through the castle halls, he pulled you into a hidden passage behind a tapestry, through to an empty classroom away from prying eyes. With a quick glance through the crack of the door to ensure you weren't spotted Fred was surprised, and satisfied to say the least, when he turned from closing the door to be immediately met with your lips on his.

You pushed him back against the wall. The kiss was passionate and so full of need you wondered how either of you lasted this long. His hand cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. Your hands on his chest began to snake their way over his body, one resting on the back of his neck to tug on his soft hair, the other wrapping around to his lower back where you pulled yourself against him. Causing him to groan at the sensation.

Soft moans and light gasps for air were the only sounds to penertrate the nights silence. Both of you were desperate for one anothers touch. An intense need to have you built within Fred like a fire. Mirroring your movements from earlier he grabbed a fist full of your hair as his other hand clung to the small of your back.

He spun around so it was you pressed against the wall. Hunching his body so he could lean fully into you, your tongue traced his bottom lip and he responded.

He tasted like Whiskey and Chocolate. You, undoubtedly, like Whiskey and Smoke. He ran his hands down below your ass and lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. You giggled slightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck to support yourself.

He walked blindly over to the centre of the room, lips never leaving yours as he placed you on top of the nearest desk. He pulled himself tight between your legs, arms now firm on your lower back.

Pulling away from your lips he moved to place love bites and kisses along any bare skin he could reach. From your neck, to behind your ear, to your shoulder, he wanted all of you. Lightly tracing his mouth along your soft skin he ducked his head down further to your collarbone to make true his earlier fantasy. Leaving countless hickies across the bone. Chest heaving against him as you threw your head back in pleasure, running a hand through his hair once more.

Gently moaning his name, he hummed in response sending vibrations through your skin. You could have stayed like that forever.

Unfortunately for you however, you found yourself interrupted by the sudden opening of the classroom door.

Snape.

"Ugh, Fuck." You groaned in frustration, letting go of the redhaired boy who was practically lying on top of you. Fred parted from you and turned to face the door.

"Mr Weasley. Miss [Y/L/N]. Detention. Two weeks. Hope this late night rendezvous was well worth the 50 points you've just cost Gryffindor, Weasley. And [L/N]...20 from you."

"Ahhh..." Fred spoke as realisation began to dawn on him "so you're a Slytherin." He laughed to himself. "It seems so obvious now."

"Return to your houses immediately." Snape growled as you hopped down off the desk top and walked past him trying to contain your giddy smile.

"Was worth the punishment" Fred leant to whisper in your ear as you both walked. "Best night I've had in a while."

"Glad you liked my party then" you looked up at him. He froze. Watching as you kept walking and turned through a hidden passage.

"Yours!?" He asked astonished jogging to catch up with you.

You nodded. "mine."

"God. You've got everything I want, all rolled into one."

You reached your parting point. Looking up to see the clock on the wall you hadn't realised how late it was till now. Although, it's not like you were worried about the time while you were busy wrapped up in Fred.

"I take it you won't miss me passing by in the halls from now on." You joked.

"Not a chance, love."

You reached up to place one final kiss to his lips. Just as passionate as the ones before, only far softer and slower. He felt like he was melting. His whole body went warm and all he could think in this moment was; did he really have to leave you? Why couldn't you be a Gryffindor?

"What do you say about meeting me here tomorrow night?" You asked, breaking the kiss and resting your forehead against his.

"Not even Snape, could stop me." He grinned, making you smile as you began to walk off. "What time?"

"How's 10:45?" You threw your hand up in a lame wave.

He continued to watch you walk away with a wide smile on his face, "it's a date." He called after you, finally walking towards his house.

---

When he arrived at the common room he hadn't expected to be greeted by the smiling, smug face of George. He stood with folded arms across his chest.

"So. Tell me...How was your night?"

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And The Saga Continues

By saga I mean me supervising this 'fake RbbSbb' account on twitter because I want to.

also Im going to separate the posts by day, if anything else happens I'll retweet and add it on this one. Tommorow its a separate post.

If you're intrested to see the first bit (two separate days in a post, one in which I found and then kept retweeting what happened after weeks (?) of not checking on it) (! I do reccomend reading the previous one)

so if you're intrested look up the tag #Fake-RbbSbb in my account.

Sooooo as expected our buddy changed his bio to 11, which supports my speculation that it was (obviously) a countdown to Louis' show.

nothing new on the following/pfp/header etc...

They did tweet some things, but I'll touch on that later, first off the likes: It seems they are continuously trying to raise attention towards Rbb (and Rbb only???) being back in two weeks by sending anonymous statements in peoples CCs.

Also they liked this HIV support tweet- and I found that sweet so im also adding it in, because aweareness is key.

aswell as replying back with their usual variation of two emojis:

No sign of Android anywhere, just WebApp™.

Now onto the tweets:

Just like with the 12 they posted yesterday, today they posted an 11. And I got curious to know where abouts they were setting the time to:

If whatever I triod to do here is too complicated (even I dont understand it lmao) basically:

In LA posting time would've been 23:29

In London posting time would've been: 07:29

so if they wanted to (and im speculating this because I did not check) update it on midnight lets say (or close to), then logically the tweet would've come from LA.

Now this thing which then tells us there will be a pattern of when they'll update the countdown

The thing I found weird right, is that they're doing a countdown (supposedly) to Louis' show. So why update on LA time?

Next thing they posted was this:

'Well Meet at the end of the Road' at a first glance you'd guess they're talking about the countdown.

But oh to know who Rudolph Valentino was...

I'll put some intresting quotes I found of him here, you can skip all of this if you want, I'll do a short resume at the end of the indented.

"He was a sex symbol of the 1920s, who was known in Hollywood as the Latin Lover (a title invented for him by Hollywood moguls), The Great Lover, or simply Valentino.[1] His premature death at the age of 31 caused mass hysteria among his fans and further propelled his status as a cultural film icon."

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was released in 1921 and became a commercial and critical success" + "For his follow-up film, they forced him into a bit part in a B-film called Uncharted Seas.(1921)" + "Rambova, Mathis, Ivano, and Valentino began work on the Alla Nazimova film Camille.(1921)" + "Valentino's final film for Metro was the Mathis-penned 'The Conquering Power.(1921) "

thats 4 movies in a year!! Talk about overworked- (depending on how long they were)

"After quitting Metro, Valentino took up with Famous Players-Lasky, forerunner of the present-day Paramount Pictures, a studio known for films that were more commercially focused."

"Jesse L. Lasky intended to capitalize on the star power of Valentino, and cast him in a role that solidified his reputation as the "Latin lover"

"In The Sheik (1921), Valentino played the starring role of Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan. The film was a major success and defined not only his career but his image and legacy."

"Famous Players produced four more feature-length films over the next 15 months" + "His leading role in Moran of the Lady Letty(1922) was of a typical Douglas Fairbanks nature" + "Valentino starred alongside Gloria Swanson in Beyond the Rocks(1922)" + "Valentino began work on another Mathis-penned film, Blood and Sand(1922)" + "During his forced break from Rambova, the pair began working separately on the Mathis-penned The Young Rajah(1922)"

15 months 4 movies. and again I will stress the 'capitalize the star power' over there.

Seems too familiar tbh.

"Missing Rambova, Valentino returned to New York after the release of The Young Rajah. They were spotted and followed by reporters constantly."

*cough* *cough* "spotted"

"During this time, Valentino began to contemplate not returning to Famous Players, although Jesse Lasky already had his next picture, The Spanish Cavalier, in preparation. After speaking with Rambova and his lawyer Arthur Butler Graham, Valentino declared a 'one-man strike' against Famous Players.[31]"

About the lawsuit:

"He was also upset over the broken promise of filming Blood and Sand in Spain, and the failure to shoot the next proposed film in either Spain or at least New York. Valentino had hoped while filming in Europe he could see his family, whom he had not seen in 10 years.[27]"

"In September 1922, he refused to accept paychecks from Famous Players until the dispute was solved, although he owed them money" + "Famous Players, in turn, filed suit against him.[33]"

"Valentino did not back down,[33] and Famous Players realized how much they stood to lose." + "the studio tried to settle by upping his salary" + "Variety erroneously announced the salary increase as a "new contract" before news of the lawsuit was released, and Valentino angrily rejected the offer.[31]"

"Valentino went on to claim that artistic control was more of an issue than the money." + "Famous Players made their own public statements deeming him more trouble than he was worth (the divorce, bigamy trials, debts) and that he was temperamental, almost diva-like. They claimed to have done all they could and that they had made him a real star.[33]

"Other studios began courting him." + "However, Famous Players exercised its option to extend his contract, preventing him from accepting any employment other than with the studio." + "Valentino filed an appeal, a portion of which was granted. Although he was still not allowed to work as an actor, he could accept other types of employment.[33]"

Return To The Movies

"Valentino returned to the United States in reply to an offer from Ritz-Carlton Pictures (working through Famous Players)" + "Rambova negotiated a two-picture deal with Famous Players and four pictures for Ritz-Carlton.[37] He accepted, turning down an offer to film an Italian production of Quo Vadis in Italy"

PERSONAL LIFE!!!!

"Valentino once told gossip columnist Louella Parsons that: "The women I love don't love me. The others don't matter". He claims that despite his success as a sex symbol that in his personal love life he never achieved happiness.[62]"

"Valentino impulsively married actress Jean Acker, who was involved with actresses Grace Darmond and Alla Nazimova. Acker became involved with Valentino in part to remove herself from the lesbian love triangle, quickly regretted the marriage, and locked Valentino out of their room on their wedding night."

"From the time he died in 1926 until the 1960s, Valentino's sexuality was not generally questioned in print.[67][68] At least four books, including the notoriously libelous Hollywood Babylon, suggested that he may have been gay despite his marriage to Rambova.[69][70][71][72][73] For some, the marriages to Acker and Rambova, as well as the relationship with Pola Negri, add to the suspicion that Valentino was gay and that these were "lavender marriages."

"Such books gave rise to claims that Valentino had a relationship with Ramón Novarro, despite Novarro stating they barely knew each other." + "These books also gave rise to claims that he may have had relationships with both roommates Paul Ivano and Douglas Gerrad, as well as Norman Kerry, and openly gay French theatre director and poet Jacques Hébertot." + "However, Ivano maintained that it was untrue and both he and Valentino were heterosexual.[24] Biographers Emily Leider and Allan Ellenberger generally agree that he was most likely straight"

like every historian would say: "they were just good friends"

"further supposed evidence that Valentino was gay; documents in the estate of the late author Samuel Steward indicated that Valentino and Steward were sexual partners.[77] However, evidence found in Steward's claim was subsequently found to be false, as Valentino was in New York on the date Steward claimed a sexual encounter occurred in Ohio."

- Via Wikipedia

These are the few quotes from his wekipedia page in which I literally gaped at...

So in short:

Sex Symbol who was an Actor

Got his image enhanced and exploited by his manager.

Constanly Overworked

Relationships used for PR (?)

Thought about leaving his management which led to a 'one man strike' and a lawsuit.

The lawsuit started off because of finantial reasons, but it was revealed it was more because of fucking creative freedom.

Management tried to reason with him, he didn't back down. And they continued to do so before an article of the 'lawsuit' was made public, he didn't accept any.

Management tried to paint Valentino as 'ungrateful' and that they were the reason he was a star.

When other people tried to get Valentino to work with/for them, his management stopped him by "threatening to extend the contract" (?) which prevented him from acting.

His sexuality was never really questioned due to the many relationships with woman he had (one which literally was a lesbian)

Lavender Marriages / PR marriages

After his death, speculation that he dated many men came up.

One even said they did the dEEd, but its impossible because they were both in separate countries duh, right? RIGhT????

The way we can literally compare this with Harry's situation (and maybe Louis' aswell!!!) is literally hurting my mind.

Also adding that @eyupdaisy is helping me a lot, kuddos to her aswell. She found this:

If you search the actual name of the post 'We will meet at the end of the trail' on google, this picture comes up

Which the HT account made a very lovely and subtle connection to it a few days ago

Guess well have to start lowkey monitoring them too? Or maybe just what they interact with the Mr.R acc...

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 2 years ago

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But Ginny does acknowledge it?

And encouraged by Harry I might add.

The narrative is never in favour of Ginny in that storyline.

Also, I'd like to add, Harry calls her Phlemg too. Because they are 15 and 16 and they have a snarky sense of humour.

But at the end of the day, what Ginny and Harry make fun of is Bill and Fleur being cheesy.

They had lived, had they not, like brother and sister all summer, playing Quidditch, teasing Ron, and having a laugh about Bill and Phlegm? -Chapter 14, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, JK Rowling

Fleur has a couple of very dislikable personality traits but that doesn't mean she is a bad person. Harry doesn't like her too in GoF until he saves Gabrielle and Fleur starts warming up to Harry and Harry can finally see that she is actually not that bad. Ginny is not given the opportunity to do so until the scene in the hospital wing.

When she is given that opportunity, she, admittedly begrudgingly, admits she is not that bad.

In fact, Ginny does not mock Fleur in DH.

And the reason why Ginny doesn't like Fleur is not because she is beautiful, Ginny is very conventionally good-looking herself.

And it's not about Harry, wtf, that is a take completely taken out of the context of Ginny's sense of humour.

Also, saying that Harry and Fleur are friends seems a bit of a stretch frankly. And saying Ginny would be jealous of that is ridiculous, in the previous book she literally gives Harry a piece of relationship advice about Cho, despite the fact we know she still liked him.

Ginny hates being treated like a child, that's literally her biggest fear. And Fleur arrives as Bill's fiancé, so someone that out of the blue she is forced to see as family, and it's again someone else who sees her as a child. Like she didn't have already enough family members who do that. And that's why she brings up Tonks, who in direct opposition, always treated her as an equal.

"What's she done now?" asked Hermione sympathetically. "It's the way she talks to me… you'd think I was about three!" -Chapter 5, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, JK Rowling

And Fleur IS rude. You don't go to someone else's house and critique their lifestyle. Especially when you are imposing yourself as a new family member (not that much her fault on that point, it's Bill's one, who the hell brings their partner home for the first time when you are already engaged???).

"Bill is very busy at ze moment, working very 'ard, and I only work parttime at Gringotts for my Eenglish, so he brought me 'ere for a few days to get to know 'is family properly. I was so pleased to 'ear you would be coming… zere isn't much to do 'ere, unless you like cooking and chickens! Well… enjoy your breakfast, 'Arry!" -Chapter 5, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, JK Rowling

You go to a poor-countryside family and tell them that the way they live is boring, how do you expect they are going to react? Especially when you are a representative of the lifestyle that brought Bill away from home for years. The arrival of Fleur is basically presented to them as "you'll never see Bill again". Honestly, this is all Bill's fault.

"Yes, well, your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?" said Mrs. Weasley. "Whereas Bill and Fleur… well… what have they really got in common? He's a hardworking, down-to-earth sort of person, whereas she's…" "A cow," said Ginny, nodding. "But Bill's not that down-to-earth. He's a Curse-Breaker, isn't he, he likes a bit of adventure, a bit of glamour… I expect that's why he's gone for Phlegm." -Chapter 5, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, JK Rowling

And as you can see here, Ginny is the only one who has no problem acknowledging that she knows why Bill likes Fleur.

But all of this is irrelevant because Ginny DOES acknowledge that she is wrong.

'I suppose I'm just going to have to accept that he really is going to marry her,' sighed Ginny later that evening, as she, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat beside the open window of the Gryffindor common room, looking out over the twilit grounds, 'She's not that bad,' said Harry. 'Ugly, though,' he added hastily, as Ginny raised her eyebrows, and she let out a reluctant giggle. 'Well, I suppose if Mum can stand it, I can.' -Chapter 30, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, JK Rowling

I might add, that all this discourse is completely taken out of the context of the relationship between the British and French people. I mean, I get it, not to assume where anybody is from, but if you are not European you are not going to understand this, but we all hate each other, and we all especially hate French people, particularly in western Europe (not actual hate obv, but there's a lot of mockery going around between Europeans) and there are historical reasons behind it. And JKR is playing on that. She plays on a stereotype and eventually shows that it's false.

“Hmm. Made an excuse, did he? Not as gormless as he looks in press photographs, then. I’ve just been instructing the bride on how best to wear my tiara.” she shouted at Harry. “Goblinmade, you know, and been in my family for centuries. She’s a good-looking girl, but still—French. Well, well, find me a good seat, Ronald, I am a hundred and seven and I ought not to be on my feet too long.” -Chapter 8, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, JK Rowling

This is Aunt Muriel.

Since Snape Discourse has been officially cancelled for 2019, I would like to see more discourse surrounding Ginny being rude to Fleur for her accent. HOW MANY LANGUAGES DO YOU SPEAK, GINEVRA???

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girl-next-door-writes · 4 years ago

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Mistaken Identity

This is an entry from my eldest for my writing Bingo.

Mistaken Identity - ‘Parksborn’ + Peter x Eddie

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

This was not what he wanted to see on the front page of the paper. Yes, at least it wasn’t his pictures of Spiderman being used to bash his image but Peter witnessing him and his best friend on the first page described as ‘lovers’ wasn’t any better. His images were still used on the 3rd page to ruin Spiderman’s reputation anyway. The two of them weren’t a thing, of course they weren’t. They were just friend’s that happened to be roommates. Peter had a girlfriend god dammit… that being in the past tense of course since they’d broken up the evening before. Peter had been away for too many evenings and MJ felt things wouldn’t work so they ended things on mutual terms. So how could he and Harry be dating? Oh, but what caught him even more off guard was the apparent anonymous witnesses. This was ridiculous. Who apparently saw the two guys kissing? They’d never kissed, not even in private!

There was another sense of panic that came to Peter with thoughts about this. No, it was not the fact people might start thinking Peter may be gay, he could deal with that. He wasn’t of course, he definitely preferred girls over guys, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like men in that way at all. But it was the fact people might think Harry was gay. Including his father. Both boys didn’t think Norman Osborn would be the accepting type for something like that so if he found out then they were probably screwed. And not just getting their rent being paid cancelled. As the last line says, what could a scandal like this do?

The name beneath the image was of course recognisable to Pete. Edward Brock, or Eddie as he was better known, was basically his photographer rival at The Bugle. Of course he was going to find a way to ruin Peter and apparently taking Harry down too wasn’t an issue. That’s what pissed him off the most, the fact Eddie didn’t seem to care that this could destroy Harry’s life in a way just for an opportunity to get at Peter. Try to steal his job? Sure, he could go ahead, but this? This was too far. He had to do something about this and he was about to.

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“Hey Eddie!” Peter seemed to call out almost instantly as he entered the room to see the rest of the workers at The Bugle looking over their own copies of the paper. Guess not everyone was aware of what would hit the front page either. Ted, Robbie and Betty were among these workers, the latter of the trio looking up from the page when noticing Peter's appearance at the workplace. “You wouldn’t mind explaining a few things to me?”

“Ah, Parker, I just wanted to congratulate you on coming out!” The amount of sarcasm in Eddie’s voice could be sensed from a mile away and the smirk plastered on his face just showed what he thought of the situation. He thought he won, destroyed Peter's esteem maybe and got him to back down. Boy was he wrong though. “Pulling Osborn is really impressive too, don’t mind me asking how for my own resea---”

Soon enough Eddie was pinned against the wall as Peter held him up. “He’s not my boyfriend Eds. He doesn't even swing that way. Do you know what this could do for him?” He wasn’t shouting at this time like he had been before but instead there was a growl in his voice. Eddie, on the other hand, actually looked confused. The anger? Somewhat expected. But it was more either something like ‘oh, you’ve ruined my relationship’ or rantings along that line. But apparently not. “This isn’t about me anymore, oh no, we’re way past that…”

“Pete, maybe you should calm down a bit,” Betty tried her best to intervene as she watched the boys, standing up from her desk and looking between the two. “It might be good if you could explain what’s going on from your point of view… especially since this is about you and your apparent boyfriend.”

“He isn’t… he isn’t my boyfriend…” Peter still held Ed up to the wall but eventually lowered him and let go as he thought about things. Of course he’d have to think of what to say, there was so much… or at least it felt like so much.

“We’ve been friends for years and are planning on starting something together once we finish college, that’s why we live together. Everything else though is a lie. We’re not dating, we’ve never kissed, and hell as I claimed he wouldn’t even swing my way. If it’s coming out now though, yes I'm bI but honestly I like women way better. But the whole of New York doesn't need to know my preference in a partner, nor Harry’s preference. Especially when framed like this! How much fake news do you have to put out there? First the whole spiderman being a menace and now this alleged ‘scandal’ happening according to you… Jesus, how many people do you have to put down before you’re satisfied?” Peter of course had to let things out about this as his glances occasionally went to Eddie but something he did notice was a few more confused looks back off of Peter. “What is it now Brock? Going to contradict me with something?”

“Well duh, I wouldn’t have claimed that you guys were dating without a bit of evidence… literally I was only taking the photo and giving the story idea because I was going to out you...” Eddie claimed which definitely caught Peter by surprise. There was a voice telling Pete that the other photographer was lying, how could he be telling the truth? “Like, congrats seriously this time on the actual coming out though, as a fellow bI I have to give you that… prefer men though so guess that makes us slightly different… but seriously, from hearing about people claiming to witness that Osborn guy kissing some other dude I just assumed it was you…?”

“What’s going on there, I don’t pay you lot to stand around doing nothing!” It appeared before Peter had another chance to question Brock that the head man himself, J. J. Jamison, had left the comforts of his office to go off at his workers. This of course got people back to work whilst Jamison laid his eyes upon the two photographers. “Ah, Parker, Brock, the two men I need to see. My office, now!” Seemed to be the simple words that left the man’s mouth, quick and sharp like usual as he returned to his office whilst expecting the boys to follow soon after to which they did. You don’t just piss off Jamison, he’d fire you in an instant… then probably rehire you unless you'd royally screwed yourself. An example for this could be the stunt Eddie pulled for the front page news. If he found out, his head was on the chopping block.

“Parker, I wanted to discuss this newest story about you and Osborn. At first I was going to fire you but then I thought it could be useful to get some information from the source itself of this relationship. Things like how long it’s been going, the father’s opinion, all of that. We’d be the best newspaper in New York with a scoop like this!” The part of Pete almost getting fired definitely concerned him for many reasons, even after it was glossed over and he didn’t end up fired. “Now though Parker, we can have Brock here take all your pictures as a happy couple… better yet, an unhappy couple! It’s more relatable and celebrity drama always attracts the masses”

“Well Sir, actually---” Peter had begun to speak, about to come out to the head in terms of the truth about how he and Harry weren’t a thing and how this was all a rumour created by Eddie to bring him down a notch… But then he noticed some pleading in Eddie’s eyes. This wasn’t acting, and he could tell. He dated an actor. This was Eddie actually begging him to not tell and even considering what something like this front page could do to Harry and himself, he also knew that if he told then not only would Ed get fired but there was a chance he’d never get a job again. So he decided on a compromise that may either ruin both of them or save both of them. “Brock was miss informed by his sources, his research was all correct but the man allegedly said to be kissing Mr Osborn and myself are not one in the same. Harry and I are just roommates but since there’s been numerous sources as proven by Brock, I could attempt to get the inside scoop on who this man is?”

The next few seconds were spent with Eddie and Peter just waiting to get thrashed at by Jamison but to their relief something else happened as a blessing it appeared. “Well why didn’t you say something sooner!?!? Parker, I want you to find out as much as you can about your roommate’s relationship. Brock, try to get a better description of this mystery man so we may be able to find him and print a follow up. In fact, I'll pay extra than usual for whoever can get me a perfect shot of these two men kissing. Extra pay and a small cheese basket for christmas as a bonus. Now what are you doing I said go!” Jamieson seemed to go one as he gestured for the two photographers to get out of his sight, which both gladly and swiftly moved to do.

Soon enough from this exchange, Eddie and Peter found themselves outside of The Bugle together and sighing as an awkward silence formed only broken with the city life roaring around them. Can’t really have silence in the streets of New York. The silence between the men though happened to be broken by Eddie’s voice as he took a quick glance to Peter before gazing back at the floor with a quiet “Thanks Parker… You’re a real lifesaver…”

“This is a one time thing Eddie…” Peter reasoned, stilled sounding a little ticked off at the whole incident. There was of course something he had to figure out. Who is this person who’s apparently kissing his best friend? Or even better, who are these two people that people think are him and Harry? It can’t actually be Harry right? Of course it can’t be, he would know if it is. “Especially if you pull another stunt like that again…”

“Don’t worry man, I went too far, I get it… was just.. Jealous, you know?” Eddie raised his hands in defence as he took a step away from Peter. The confession had Peter raising an eyebrow in this moment though, ever expecting a guy like Edward Brock to apologize for anything. Especially this. “It’s just you seem so popular, you know? Everyone at The Bugle loves you, I bet even Jamison though he doesn't say it. Then apparently you’re best mates with Spiderman or something where he’ll just pose for you without any argument whilst he avoids me all the time… and then… Well I heard the rumours and saw you with that Harry guy so I just assumed I shouldn’t have. It was kind of like the final point you know? I thought you had this perfect relationship and I wish I had something like that but like… obviously I don’t so maybe if I outed both of you it would do something and i’d feel better…”

“I'm guessing you feel like a lemon or something now?” Peter added on in a slight joking tone only to see the look on Eddie's face. He actually looked kind of hurt. He really did think Peter and Harry had this perfect thing and he just felt jealous over everything Peter had. Guilt filled the brunette slightly as he thought about the circumstances. He had been the one to come off as cold to Eddie first, not vice versa. This was both as spiderman and as himself. “I forgive you Eds… This is all stupid anyway, we’re supposed to be working together at The Bugle, not competing. Jesus, to be honest I'm sorry for acting so arrogant. I understand wanting some perfect relationship, it was me all the way through school until I got with MJ. Even then things don’t work out though… she dumped my ass yesterday…” With that sentence it seemed it may be cheering Eddie up a bit because a genuine laugh escaped the taller man. This put a small smile on Pete’s face as he thought of a few more words for the other guy. “Some point you’ll find the perfect girl… or guy. Us bisexuals gotta stick together or something right?”

“Couldn’t have said things any better myself Pete…” Eddie seemed to turn his eyes to look at the shorter brunette in front of him as he ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks. A small smile tugged his lips as he ended up wrapping his arms around Pete, just really needing a hug at the present moment. It may have taken a few seconds but eventually Peter was also hugging the taller man back. “If we’re going to have a rivalry then it’s going to be a healthy one. The only destroying of each other being by playful banter… how about it?”

“That would be perfect Eds.” Peter couldn’t help but chuckle a bit himself as the two soon separated from the hug. As silence took over them again, leaving only the city life, Pete came up with something else he needed. “I was just thinking since you’re seeing those witnesses again about the guy kissing Harry, maybe we could have a talk about it over a coffee some time?”

Eddie actually didn’t expect the offer but soon enough his smile turned to a playful smirk as he got his phone out. “Wouldn’t mind me getting your number first parker? I know we just made up but you don’t have to start coming onto me like that…” Of course he was going to start making jokes about this but to hell were the two got going to have some fun with this new found ‘friendship’ between them.

Peter gave an eye roll but kept coming out with a few laughs at the teasing, getting his own phone out to exchange numbers. “Better not accidentally butt dial me a bunch of times now that you have my number because I will block you if it happens at least three times…”

“For you it’s probably a Booty call love.” Eddie cemented his win with a wink at the brunette, slipping his phone into his pocket once the exchange was done. And from Peter’s now red face, it was definitely a win for Mr Edward Brock Jr. Soon enough though he passed Pete and began to walk away, parting with just a few more words. “Will message you any details I get later… but I'll only send mine if you send yours. Later Parker.”

Peter was still taking in a few of the other words from before but of course watched Eddie walk away, a small shake of his head at the dirty blonde’s parting words. “Talk later then Brock… talk later…”

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If he thought that heading back to the apartment to question Harry couldn’t get any worse than Peter was definitely wrong. When noticing the amount of looks he was getting off people as he walked the streets there was a temptation to duck into an alley and change into spiderman just to go the rest of the way home. Hell, he looked around to see if there was anywhere he could sneak into so he could quickly get changed but of course with not looking where you’re going there is the chance you’d bump right into someone, especially if you’re the clumsy Peter Parker. Thus, just as the brunette turned to face the front, he’d ended up knocked down by another man. Just his luck to get decked in one way or another.

“So sorry about that man,” The guy appeared to say whilst the girls he happened to be with stopped walking, one of the blondes offering a hand to help pull Peter off the floor. When Pete stood up again he could of course recognise the group. The man who had knocked him down happened to bet his boss’s son, one John Jamison or as his father seemed to call him more as if to brag ‘My son, the astronaut.’ One of the two blondes in the group being the one to have helped him to his feet was a girl known as Ursual Ditkovich, knowing the girl from when he and Harry were looking for apartments before Norman offered to pay for their living space. She was nice enough to bake and offer out cookies for the boy’s but her father seemed to be too focused on getting the rent any occasion he could. The apartment really wasn’t worth as much as he was pricing it, especially with a broken door. Eyes moving to the lighter haired blonde was a girl from his class with Dr Connor’s, Gwen Stacy, who'd worked on a few projects with him or he would help her sometimes when it came to the harder work. That and he’d saved her a few occasions as Spiderman of course. Then was the final girl in the group and obviously Pete would recognise those fiery red locks in an instant. It was MJ.

“Oh Pete! Didn’t recognise you for a moment!” Ursula was of course the first to say anything when noticning who’d they’d take out, a small smile forming on her face. The only other person with a smile on their face at this moment seemed to be John but his was a slight more awkward as he looked at Peter. “I heard what people were saying then saw the paper. Is it really true what’s happening between you and Harry? My father is going on about how he called it from the start so it’s mostly he wants it confirmed… sorry if I'm coming off as a bit intrusive on things…”

“No… Intrusive is good…” MJ cutted in at the end as she crossed her arms and looked Peter dead in the eyes. Yes, they’d both ended on good terms the other evening but with this newfound information she was reasonably pissed at him. She’d spend many nights alone when he’d agreed to come over, wanted for him to show up to many dates only to have him late or blow her off completely and then you had him miss out on seeing a few of her shows. Pieced together with this morning’s main headline then it was obvious what had been happening for months now. “You want to explain everything now after the fact?”

“MJ, it’s not what you think. Honestly…” Peter let go of Ursual’s hand as he brushed it through his hair, his teeth clutching to his bottom lip slightly as he thought of the best way to explain things. It was definitely easier to disprove and go off about this stuff to a bunch of people at work but your ex and friends? That’s a different story. “Me and Harry haven’t done anything together. The whole thing’s a massive misunderstandi---”

“Then where were you last week on Tuesday when you’d apparently promised to take her out on a date?” Gwen happened to come into thing’s as she backed up MJ’s court. Ever since Peter had introduced the two of them it appeared as if they’d instantly become besties and now was proving it. “Apparently you told her that you had to go to a surprise lecture by Dr Connors but both of us know he was ill sunday till thursday the other week so how would that work?” Shoot, he did tell her that, didn’t he? The honest answer was that he’d been stopping a robbery and hostage situation as Spiderman downtown and was there instead but could he tell MJ that? Of course he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell anyone of his identity.

“Don’t worry, we’re not trying to come at you because of who you like and stuff dude, it’s not my thing really but I support it, love who you love, you know?” John ended up adding in incase things were taken the wrong way on Peter's behalf, honestly being really understanding on how Peter was most likely relieved with the break up because he didn’t swing MJ’s way anymore. “But it’s just a little bit of an asshole move to juggle around two people like that, especially if you’re close friends. Why didn’t you just say something sooner?”

“Because, geez, I'm not gay. Guess I'm having to come out to a lot of people today about this but I bi, I still like women way more though MJ. I wasn’t not there because I didn’t love you and I wasn't cheating!” Peter tried his best to explain once again, messing himself up there with a double negative to twist his tongue. He was trying his best in all honesty but it felt like MJ wasn’t taking it as she moved her eyes away from the brunette, turning as she prepared to leave.

“Well at least you’ve been honest about something… and I hope you and Harry enjoy being together… tell him I said hi…” Mary Jane ended up finishing as she took a few steps away, the others turning to follow. This was swiftly stopped by Peter’s words sounding out to them though.

“MJ… I'm not the best, and you deserve way better than me. Someone who can be there for you… and I can’t be there for you. Yes, i’ve been lying about where i’ve been but I'm not lying when I tell you there’s nothing between me and Harry…” Peter didn’t want to come out about being spiderman, especially not in a public place like this. Now would be the worst time… but he had to, didn’t he? Maybe not… “The reason I've not been there and haven’t been truthful is because… because I've taken pictures of spiderman. And I know you know I do this but I just haven’t wanted to tell you every time because I knew you’d get worried about me. I can’t stay away from the dangoure every time when trying to get a good shot and if you don’t believe I'm there then just compare the dates and times said in the newspaper for spiderman with my photo… or sometimes eddie’s… last Tuesday at 3:50pm spiderman stopped a bank robbery. What’s on the front page? A picture taken by me… so yes i’ve been lying but I swear that’s the only thing i’ve been lying about. I don’t want things to be strained between us so know that I loved you MJ and would have never cheated like that. Especially with someone we’re both close to…”

As before, there was silence between the group or as silent as you could get in the open like this. MJ was the first to stop walking as she stopped still in her tacks, taking in what her ex had to tell her. Even before they’d broken up she’d felt Peter might have been cheating but the sound in Peter's voice right now just hit her. She could trust it. She could trust he was being completely honest with her and even if he didn’t specify that he was spiderman, none of what he said was a lie. Everytime he wasn’t there he was taking a picture of himself as he was close to danger and didn’t tell her because she’d worry. It was honesty. Her turn back to him was slow and still it hadn’t been whole as she looked to the brunette man. “...I trust you… but… I wished you’d told me sooner.” She’d turned away once more, about to step away before ending with “Just at least call me up later though… I need to take it all in and maybe having you run through things would be easier… promise me…?”

“I promise…” Pete’s voice was quiet but could still be heard as MJ finally let a small yet weak smile form on her face, nodding whilst she began to walk again. This was followed by a small wave from Gwen, still being suspicious of the circumstances, a thumbs up from John as he walked behind the girls and some parting words from Ursual.

“I'm sure things will be alright between you and Mary Jane but… Well done for coming out like that. I'm sorry it was over stressful circumstances but… just know you’re valid no matter Pete. Hopefully see you around some tim---” Midway through her words it appeared Peter’s phone began to go off, startling the girl a bit as she stopped talking and looked at the man’s pocket. “You should probably take that… but good luck with hopefully sorting things out with the paper if you’re going to try to fix it.”

Peter let himself give off a weak smile at the girl whilst he waved, his other hand moving to his pocket to fetch his phone as he turned to head off to the apartment again. Upon seeing who was calling he noticed it was Eddie. Did he really sort things so soon? He answered as he decided he’d continue the rest of the way on foot. It wasn’t that far and if he was going to be on call with Eddie then it might be better to do it as just Peter and not Spiderman. “Hey Eds, what’s up?”

“Well Parker, guess I got you some good news and some bad news. Or at least the bad news being news to prove you wrong on that Osborn guy you hang around.” Eddie went right into the news then, or at least stayed on topic as he messed around on what he may or may not have discovered on his end with this mystery. “So which you want first Petey?”

“Don’t call me that please…” Peter shook his head as he took a short cut down an alley he’d finally found, keeping the phone close to his ear before thinking a bit about what the other photographer had to say. “What do you mean it’s going to prove me wrong about Harry? We’ve known each other for years, he’s my best friend and we know everything about each other…” That was definitely a lie, Harry had no idea about Peter being spiderman. Of course it wasn’t farfetch for Pete to not know everything about Harry.

“Well Petey,” If they were talking in person Peter could just see the smirk creeping onto Ed's face in this moment. He wasn’t going to stop with the new nickname. “It seems that you want the bad news first. Sorry to burst your bubble but your best mate isn’t the completely heterosexal dude you think he is. Definitely was the main guy everyone saw in this sheared kiss, happened in a coffee shop downtown in the light of day. You can blame me on assuming the other guy was you again since I never asked for a description until now. Fair play though you are strong and your hair looks black in certain lighting, but to hell with looking like you could lift weights… definitely not you. Not to say I wouldn’t appreciate you giving me a few piggyback rides, then you might not need any flagpoles to get picks of your guy spiderman.”

Peter stayed silent as he stopped still just outside the alley. “but… no… people were thinking it was me so obviously they just assumed the other guy was Harry right? It’s not actually him, you’re kidding me Ed… seriously?”

“As I said, I was the only one who thought it was you cause I wasn't there but the place let me look over some security footage and that’s definitely your best mate… mate.” Eddie began to reason with the brunette over the phone, just wanting to help him out with this mystery. Somehow even with the drama to come from it between the two, they were definitely getting along better than usual. He could see it now, forget Sherlock and John Watson, it’s Eddie Brock and his side man Petey Parker. “Oh, but i’ve also got the name of the other guy, don’t know if you might know him or not…”

“You have to tell me who it i---” Peter was invested now but couldn’t help being betrayed slightly. If it really was Harry, as in definitely his best friend Harry Osborn then why didn’t he tell him he had a boyfriend or something? He was interrupted in his line of questioning though when he was almost hit by a familiar looking car, having to jump out the way quickly. Thank god for his spider sense. “Sorry!” Pete called to the driver as the vehicle continued before he managed to recognise it and realised exactly where it was heading. “Oh no… might have to call you back Eddie…”

“What do you mean? You need back up on something cause I'm your man for the job.” Eddie claimed on the other line as he started to sound concerned for the other guy, that or concerned about the fact he might be missing out on getting some great shots of spiderman. Maybe a mix of the two.

“No, just know that the daddy issues have dropped by and we might be in for a few problems…” Peter was slightly quieter as he spoke about to hang up.

“Awww, we?”

“As in me and Harry… I'll update you once things have gone down.”

“Ah okay then Parker. Love you.”

“Love you t--- wait a second”

“Caught you out there didn’t I? But seriously, s---”

With that small exchange Peter hung up, slightly red in the face, using one hand to massaurse in between his eyes and continuing back to his apartment just awaiting the screaming match that could go down, all for different reasons. But there was still one thing on his mind. Who was this guy and why wouldn’t Harry say anything?

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Reaching the apartment complex, Peter saw the car finally park up outside. He didn’t have time to sneak into the place without Norman noticing so either he was going to get stopped by the older man or walk in on Harry getting absolutely chewed up. Even with feeling betrayed by Harry in this moment though, he didn’t think he deserved to get completely bashed. As his Uncle Ben would say ‘With great power comes great responsibility’ which is why just before Mr Osborn himself could leave the vehicle, Pete stepped forward and started to move towards the door. Just like he’d thought though, he was stopped before he could enter as he heard the voice of man call out for him. “Ah, Peter, just the guy I wanted to see.” The voice seemed extremely smooth and relaxed, putting the young Parker off slightly. Of course he was going to start off all nice and fatherly or something, they were still outside and people would automatically bash the older gentleman if he started going at the guy right here and now. Once Peter had slowly turned around to face the man though he was slightly surprised at things. Norman appeared to be dressed a bit more casual than he usually would be for something like a routine apartment inspection that he’d usually do. Had he not been to work that day? Peter didn’t really know the man to take days off… like… ever. The guy appeared like a complete workaholic so things continued to put him more off, feeling for the worst of the man in the black button up. Then came an item in his hands… Was that a bottle of wine? That threw a spanner in the works as he continued to look Norman up and down in silence. Of course this was quickly noticed as Norman spoke up again. “I doubted it would be too much to drop by like this unexpectedly.”

“Um… yeah, no, it’s fine. I just got back from work anyway and...um…?” Peter was making a fool of himself right down as he stayed put, looking for any words he could use. Apparently they didn’t feel like forming. Inevitably he had to ask the dreaded question so he thought he’d get things out of the way as soon as he could then maybe turn the man away before things got out of hand. “You didn’t… happen to read the paper this morning?”

“Parker, it was impossible to avoid it when I'm having different members of the board calling me up to question it.” The answer happened to be a yes then, he’d definitely seen it. Guess he was going to have to explain this as quickly as he could with more lying than before. Just tell him Harry hasn’t kissed anyone, they’re both straight, then get him to leave. Pete didn’t even get a chance to open his mouth before Norman continued though. “That’s why I took the day off, it just gets unbearable having others question your son’s sexuality every second and just uncivilised for this age. We’re supposed to be more mature than this but apparently it has to be everyone’s business on who someone is dating. I’m mostly disappointed in your place of work. I have to admit. They can slander me all they want though I may not take kindly to that of course, but dragging Harry into this? That’s too far for me.”

Peter had to pause for a second to listen to part of the ranting of the older gentleman, expecting him to go off about how it was wrong what he and Harry were doing - said to be doing. Rather he was more pissed at the media but managing to keep up a calm facade. Inside, of course, he was probably going to do something to the editors who approved of publishing this and especially Jamison. Maybe even that Eddie guy who took the main image to apparently support the claims. That was going to be a problem Spiderman will have to deal with some other time. “Wait, so you’re not pissed with us?”

“Why would I have a problem with you two? Harry’s my son and even if I seem distant I love him… And Harry loves you, it’s obvious. Of course it’s obvious to you, you’re dating!” Norman was definerty averting Peter’s expectations, hell, when Harry finds out about this he was probably going to flip. Just like how Peter was internally flipping about everything he’s learning about a guy he’s seen as a brother for years and a man he sees as a father. “I’m honestly happy the two of you realised things early unlike myself, which is another reason I've taken the day off to visit. A time for us to all come out and maybe make a celebration of it. As you’ve noticed I've brought a bottle as a present for the occasion.”

There wasn’t anything he could really say, nothing at all. Peter was still wrapping things around his brain. Norman was acting as if Harry and Peter being in a relationship was an obvious thing to people even though for the fiftieth time they weren’t a thing. That was only the start of course. If the brunette’s ears were working properly, did the older man just say ‘all come out’ or was it just him? Was he seriously suggesting what he was suggesting? Wow… Peter felt like he himself was coming off as more prejudiced than Norman in this moment but that’s because he couldn’t see any of this. They didn’t act like they could really b--- no Peter, that’s assuming based on stereotypes. The whole thing is supposed to be verbatim. If you like the same gender then you’re homo, if you like the oppisit then you’re hetero, it’s not hard to understand and there’s not any specific criteria you have to meet. Thanks to his dumbass explaining this to himself now and standing around like an idiot though, it had definitely concerned Norman slightly.

“Right then Parker, are you going to show me in or do you need a moment?” Norman seemed to chuckle a bit as he looked to the younger boy standing by his side. Peter did end up coming to the situation a few seconds after and gave a few quick nods as he started to open the door for the two of them to go in. He knew he should have just explained the situation then and there but maybe with Norman in the room he could get Harry to explain what’s actually going on to him. To both of them. Thus, once getting out of the elevator and reaching the door of the apartment, there was a few seconds of hesitation on Peter’s behalf to open the door. Soon enough of course, he’d reached for the handle and held out the door to allow the other man through first.

Upon entering the apartment it could be seen that Harry hadn’t been able to get anything done. Yes, some of his collage work was strewn across the table but it was barely touched as the newspaper lay out on top of it. Harry himself could be seen sitting on the staircase as he talked into the phone, his last few words having been “Shit, call you up later, don’t worry though.” before hanging up, definitely somewhat whispered into the phone in his best attempts to keep his father and roommate hearing. Too bad the two have amazing hearing because on both ends the suspicions went up. Nevertheless Harry stood from his place on the stairs and moved around to see exactly who’d arrived, freezing a bit at the sight of his dad and having a similar reaction to Peter outside. The young Osborn, on the other hand, was quicker than Peter when it came to the denial as instead of greeting the two back he’d gone straight into “Whatever you heard it’s completely wrong, a hoax even. Me and Peter are both completely into women, just women, and that’s in. Peter has a girlfriend too as proof if you don’t believe me…”

Norman had to take a few seconds to just look at his son as he placed the bottle of wine on the kitchen table, then looking back to Pete before glancing between the two. “You don’t sound sure at all of that Harry.” He openly observed as he could easily tell from the pace his son talked that there was definitely something bothering him. And from how Peter was acting before, it of course wasn’t hard for the older man to place two and two together. “I completely approve of things if that’s what you’re worrying about, I could see when you may think I wouldn’t be. I haven’t always been there for you… I know that. Not the type of father you could really come to for something like this. But just know i’m here now and i accept things, okay? Opposed to what the paper say, who you date will not affect the company in any way. I’ll make sure of that. So if it’s anything like that you can relax yourself, both of you, and maybe get changed. I took the day off and I'm going to make the most out of that by taking the two of you out for dinner, just the three of us. Have a gay evening in both of the terms.”

Once more like Peter before, Harry fell into complete silence at his father’s words and tried to take in the whole meaning of this. Of course you had the fact he was still assuming the two of them were dating which would need to be corrected again, but he approved? He was actually accepting of the prospect that his son liked men? The processing period seemed to take a while on his behalf, so much so that Peter was the first to speak up again with a small “Never say that again… please…” in reference to the small ending sentence. It wasn’t the best. “And you really don’t need to do that…”

“Of course I do. I will agree it’s the worst thing to be outed by the media which of course I can’t relate to since I myself haven’t had my love life displayed to the public in such a way, but I’m at least proud to see the two of you haven’t taken things too hard… assuming Harry hasn’t been locked in the apartment the whole day of course?” Norman raised an eyebrow at his son as he crossed his arms a bit, hoping the outcome wasn’t going to be a yes but easily telling it most likely would end that way.

“What Pete’s trying to say,” Harry seemed to avoid the question, something he always seemed to be great at doing, but rather coming back to the main issue Peter and himself were having. “Is that we’re not dating. I understand where they get the idea from but the two of us have never done anything together. And I wasn't lying that Peter has a girlfriend either, MJ. Is she doing okay with the news?”

“We broke up last night for different reasons actually, don’t worry about it… though I’m pretty sure her and Gwen almost killed me over the paper… managed to explain well enough but will need to phone her up later…” Pete added with a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his head as he looked to Harry for a moment or two then toward Norman. “But yeah, the media took a couple of things out of context and… well… now it seems the whole of New York assumes we’re dating?”

“Wait… so neither of you are actually homosexual?” Norman raised an eyebrow at the boys whilst he lay the bottle of wine down on the kitchen side, appearing somewhat disappointed but accepting of this fact. “Well i’m sorry for assuming, guess the media can also get to an old man like myself. Can’t blame me though, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt a strong connection between the two of you. Guess it is just as brothers then. At least we can celebrate for one of us coming out, still take you boys out for dinner as a present to myself.”

“Mr Osborn… um… I actually don’t think you’re off about a few things…” Peter beginned to continue as Harry looked somewhat unsure of the situation. He didn’t know right? Peter probably assumed the kissing thing was all a rumour… didn’t he? “I, myself, am a bisexual… first it was only Aunt May knowing and i’d thought she’d be the easiest to come out to but as today appares to keep proving, guess i’ve been wrong… and guess i’ve been wrong about Harry.” The smaller of the brunettes didn;t look at the other but kept his eyes on the older Osborns. “You want to come clean about who you were snogging or are we just going to leave it at some mystery man?”

“Peter, you don’t actually think i’ve gone out kissing different men right?” Harry let a nervous laugh out as he tensed a bit on getting caught out. As for leaning on his best friend’s and even his father’s own views, he wasn’t avoiding things to stop himself from coming out. No… it was to stop on coming out about who he was seeing since he felt that may cause more problems. So the best way to avoid this question? Avoid coming out all together.

“Harry, they have witnesses. Actual witnesses. That part wasn’t a lie. And apparently none of them had claimed it was me specifically you were with, that was assumed by Eds…” Peter sighed whilst Norman looked between the boys, invested in these discoveries. It was a mystery that would hopefully be revealed soon… but not without a few more misunderstandings.

“I’d like to quickly clarify that this Eds refers to Edward Brock, or is he perhaps a partner of yours? Not to say they aren’t mutually exclusive.” Norman began to point out as he leaned back against the counter, causing Peter to go slightly red as he avoided Norman’s gase by moving his own to Harry.

“First, as i said earlier i’d only broke up with MJ last evening… second is the fact we’re, being me and Eddie, rivals…” Peter did end up clarifying but only got a smirk and nod from Norman as if he knew something the younger men didn’t. To be honest he probably did know a lot the two didn’t. “But Harry… It’s completely fine if you like guys, i mean i feel we’ve been discussing that side of things ever since we got inside… and i even understand the whole you not coming out thing.. But why won’t you tell us who this guy i--” Before Pete could finish his sentence his phone seemed to vibrate in his pocket. He was not going to check the message at first but eventually decided to take a peak before he continued. And did the reasoning for Harry avoiding discussing this in front of Pete make sense as he read the short message from Eddie.

‘Hey Petey ~ Forgot to tell you before you hung up that guy’s name. It’s Eugene Thompson, or Flash as he’s apparently better known. No idea if this will mean anything to you but hope it helps xxx’

“Him!” Peter immediately looked to Harry once reading the message and it was obvious to Harry that Pete had just found out. God dammit Eddie and dramatic timing. But Harry was dating, or a least kissing, their bully from high school? Forget that, it was MJ’s ex boyfriend too. Since when? When did they even start hanging out, they hated each other in school. “Just… okay, i’m not mad, i understand not telling me now.. But… why?”

“Wait a moment, who do you mean with ‘Him’ if you’d both be willing to allabirat…” Norman was definitely invested if he hadn’t been before, slightly hypocritical to his saying before that people shouldn’t really care too much on who his son is dating. Guess he was the only exception to this.

“Flash Thompson… That’s the guy I've been seeing the last few months.” Harry finally threw in the towel as he crossed his arms and looked to the floor, slightly dejected. “Pete, I honestly didn’t think i’d ever like the guy but… geez… whilst you and my father were talking at graduation i witnessed his and MJ’s break up and i kind of felt for the guy. It was weird. I kind of went up to him and at first he thought I'd come to gloat about MJ leaving him but somehow the conversation ended up as me offering to get coffee with him sometime to talk. Use the occasion of leaving school as a way to start over. Act like adults instead of a bunch of kids. After the first meet up we learned we surprisingly had a lot in common and then we just kept seeing each other more and more after that. He asks about you, you know? Keeps apologising for things that happened and honestly hoped you and MJ were doing better than he had with her. I think it might have been four or five months back that he may have came out to be, Bisexual. And if you’re going to keep insisting to know then yes… I’m gay, no big deal.. No need for a special dinner… I didn’t want to tell you cause I felt you’d flip… but also just because i felt i might be able to not tell people things for once. It’s usually ‘don't tell Harry this’ or ‘don't tell Harry that’ or something, isn’t it? Flash didn’t keep things from me...”

Silence filled the room, and unlike out on the streets it was actual silence this time. Just two men staring at the third. Peter felt a twinge of guilt in himself. Harry wasn’t wrong. On so many occasions things were being kept from Harry, and he really did deserve someone who wouldn’t keep anything from him. And the way he went about talking with Flash. ‘Act like adults’ as he put it. Peter should have tried that himself but even if he was smart, he also had the ability to be a complete dumbass. “Harry… I completely understand… and if Flash or Eugene or whatever he’s getting called nowadays makes you happy then i’m here for you… you’re like a brother to me, so i’ll be a brother to you…”

With this, Peter wrapped his arms around Harry and brought him into an embrace which the other man hadn’t expected. This didn’t stop him from returning the hug of course as his own arms came over Peter's shoulders and held him close. This was followed by a third pair of arms, of course having to be Norman, as he held onto his boys. He could keep his inner demons down for now. For his sons. The hug may have not lasted long but felt like hours before they separated, a smile finally coming to Harry’s face and a genuine one at that. “I know you said no special dinner… but please Harry, let me treat you. All of you. Invite over this Flash guy whilst Parker hears invite’s Brock.” Norman offered once more to which eventually Harry nodded his head with a small laugh.

“I’ve already said, me and Eddie aren’t a thing…” Peter was red as he defended himself, beginning a facepalm after an eye roll before feeling Harry put an arm around him.

“Even if you’re not I think he probably wants to see the truth he’s been helping you look for?” Harry raised an eyebrow to Peter before both boys ended up laughing whilst Norman excused himself from the room, moving out to the hallway. “Caused this mess as well so maybe he can see things come to an end. Both seemed to be getting along with our so called rivals lately, don’t we Pete?”

“Okay, okay... '' Peter finally agreed himself to the proposal at hand, shrugging Harry’s arm off of himself as his laughter still continued onwards. “Guess after this morning me and Eds have decided to act like adults… You better not say anything embarrassing about me though. It’s healthy but still a rivalry. We’re not you and Flash, but who knows what the future holds.”

#nuggets writing #NOT MY FIC #posting for my eldest #Make Me Feel Bingo

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