#to have spreaded chlamydia

[murdrdocs]

Tinder is fun but stay safe babes remember that timmy caused a chlamydia outbreak at nyu (I think that's where he went to college idk) ❤️❤️❤️

i’m staying extra safe i talk to men for attention and then never respond when they ask to meet up 😁

and it was nyu but he also went to columbia

[mysicklove]

microbio is hard for me bc all i think about when he lectures is how i want to rail him with the labcoat on

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

#that washing machine was more emotionally present in my childhood than my actual parents

"smart appliances" fuck u i want them dumb as a brick and incidentally as sturdy and enduring

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi sexy witch.

More questions about STI screening - how necessary is it to go for screening if I (penis haver) have only ever had protected sex, and want to have protected sex with a new partner. If I was to have unprotected sex with that same partner would that matter?

Really appreciate what you do here!!! Have a cracking day. :);

hi rojav!

this is a really great question, and I'm glad you asked it!

condoms are really great at preventing the transmission of some STIs, namely the ones that are spread by fluids - think HIV, gonorrhea, and chlamydia.

what condoms can't protect you from, which I wish more educators talked about, are STIs that are spread by skin-to-skin contact - that's things like syphilis and the extremely common HPV and herpes. while condoms can definitely reduce the risk by decreasing the amount of direct contact happening between bodies, they're not as effective with these kinds of STIs.

and it bears repeating, since many people don't know this, that some STIs (including herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and syphilis) can also spread via contact between a mouth and a partner's genitals or anus, and infect the throat or mouth. a condom on your penis won't prevent you from spreading an infection in your throat, unfortunately.

so it's entirely possible that, even if you've only ever had sex with a condom, you could still have an STI and be capable of giving an STI to someone else - something that's definitely worth knowing, especially if you plan to have sex without a condom in the future.

I don't say any of this to make people paranoid or feel hopeless about their chances of ever reducing the transmission of STIs - again, using condoms and other barrier methods does absolutely help reduce the risk of transmission, and is very much worth the effort. and, in the worst case scenario, there's no need to fear most STIs! just make sure you're getting tested regularly as needed (might I recommend making a date out of it?) and go to a healthcare provider promptly if you notice anything that seems off with your body. it may be uncomfortable or awkward in the moment, but trust me: an awkward conversation about your sex life is MUCH less uncomfortable than untreated syphilis will be in the long run.

[hyewka]

WHAT ABOUT SUB YEONJUN WHO CANF STOP WHINING AND WHIMPERING THAT YOU JUST HAD TO PUT A HAND OVER HIS MOUTH???

after party | c.yj

warnings: sub!yeonjun + mean dom!reader, virgin shaming, degradation kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation, sloppy and very dirty like this is filth, fucking in a bathroom, yeonjun's a snobby rich kid lol, jealous bsf!beomgyu, enemies to ???

the last thing you expected to come out of this party was for you to be in a dirty bathroom, giving choi yeonjun, who was leaned against the door, sitting down with his legs sprawled out, a fucking handjob. or at least, the closest thing to a handjob — palming his clothed dick.

choi yeonjun, the bitchiest rich kid on campus. the one who curated the worst reputation for you by spreading baseless rumors. all because you rejected his offer of partening up for a project.

can you even blame yourself for acting the way you did a few months ago? he practically had a reputation of his own, one that really boiled down to being a fuckboy who told girls to leave the moment he finished — he was that much of an asshole.

it was natural for you to assume he had ulterior motives when asking you to be partners...but you do kind of ...regret impulsively saying all of your buried thoughts out loud to his face.

it didn't help that there was already the typical hatred fostered towards stoner, broke kids getting into a prestigious college, you know—without getting the help of parents buying buildings for the institution.

people like yeonjun hated people like you to the core, is the point. so adding that interaction between you both — the interaction where you practically slut shamed him in a public setting, it was safe to say that you made one of the biggest mistakes in your life.

with a random rumor about you having chlamydia surfacing around the campus shortly after you rejected him, you knew that every misfortune after this incident would point back to yeonjun.

and you were right.

when you caught your then-boyfriend cheating on you at a frat party, asking him hurds of questions of the typical 'how could yous' and 'whys' he finally revealed that a mysterious "friend" had introduced him to a girl and like a thriller, you felt someone's eyes watching you, to which you looked behind you...finding none other than yeonjun, the cup he was drinking covering half his face, though it couldn't hide his shitting eating grin as he returned your eye contact for a good second before shifting his attention back to the group of people he surrounded himself with.

from that alone, you figured that you were fucked. there was even a point where you almost got your scholarship revoked because of an "anonymous" report incriminating you. though the anonymous person was never revealed even after countless meetings with the committee, you knew exactly who did it.

the fucking devil himself.

so, naturally, there was a sense of pride blooming in your chest at the indecency of your situation right now. there was no other way you could get revenge on the bitch especially with the power he holds. a smile naturally spread on your face as you notice the once small wet blob had quickly transformed into a big stain.

with the way yeonjun was squirming, as you pressed your flush against him, rapidly sliding your hand back and forth, you couldn't help but have a mocking smirk glued onto your face.

god he looks pathetic with tears on the brim of his waterline.

"y/n—" he whines with his eyes closed shut. which was new, you didn't even know he knew your name.

you decide to pull down the hems of his sweats to get easy access — pulling out his swollen dick roughly, fisting his shaft not paying mind to his red tip.

not expecting to feel warm spurts of cum in your hand so quickly, you stare at your hand puzzled.

you look back at him with a scoffing laugh escaping your mouth. "after, what, thirty seconds?"

"shut it stoner." he spat, his eyes now wide open, going back to his looking down on you agenda in a matter of a second.

you bite the inside of your cheeks at his snappiness.

did he have no shame? even after cumming basically the moment your hand felt up his dick?

you only let out a breathy laugh as you realized that your subconscious just won't allow yourself to leave the bathroom until you break that stupid confidence of his.

not until he loses every ounce of dignity he thinks he has.

you were situated between his legs on your knees, pressing up against his now softened dick, nearing his face. "wanna fuck?" you whisper in his ear.

with the proximity, it was a given you could manage to pick up a gulp from yeonjun's side, so in response to his silence, you lewdly nibble on his lobe, which elicits a closed whimper from yeonjun.

you move away from him immediately, standing up to turn to the bathroom sink, which gets a groan from the boy, "where are the condoms?" you ask, opening the bathroom cabinet in search for the packet.

once again, it falls quiet.

you're not appreciating his lack of responses. at all.

"yeonjun, we won't fuck if you don't tell me where the condoms are." you say mindlessly, your eyes still wandering inside the dark vanity.

again, it was silent.

you turn around to the boy, your eyes quickly glancing down to see that his pretty cock was hard again. what a pathetic whore. you fold your arms, sighing. "i'm not trying to actually contract chlamydia."

his eyes comically turn wide, like a kid accused of stealing candy. "you won't!" he immediately shouts, which takes you aback.

you scoff shortly after. did he think you were an idiot?

"you've slept with practically every girl on campus, are you serious?" you say, laughing as you went back to your search for condoms, now searching inside the drawers of the sink.

"i..i've never slept with anyone." it was a mumble, a very quiet mumble at that, but your ears perk up as they process what he just said, your hands freezing.

you turn around with a puzzled look, no, an extremely perplexed one. "what?"

he bites down on his lip as he shyly avoids eye contact, huffing.

that's when it finally clicked.

"you can't tell anyone! i swear to god i'm going to—i'm going to make your life a living hell if you do!" it wasn't like he was bluffing, he was more than capable. but unfortunately for him, you don't react to his childish threat, instead, a slow smile forms on your lips as you piece everything together.

the way he came prematurely, his whimpers, his heavy breathing whenever you'd press your flush against him, the tears for something as simple as rubbing his dick through his pants...

choi yeonjun was a virign.

you bend down on your knees, a pointed finger on his forehead as you tilted your head looking at yeonjun like he was a prey you've been wanting to hunt. you could say anything now, ridicule to your heart's desire, and destroy every ounce of ego he had.

all of that sounded fun, sure, but you wanted to have the real fun first.

"strip." you simply say. yeonjun looks at you with wide eyes, then clears his throat, still holding eye contact with you. "you can't...you can't just order me like that. i'm the man here."

you scoff incredulously—god he was annoying. "you know, i should be the one worrying about catching anything. i don't want my first time to get me chlamydia." he nervously blabbers.

you roll your eyes. "i know you spread the rumor virgin." you say feeling yourself get angry, spitting the nickname venomously, making him shift a little, dropping the eye contact, to the floor.

your gaze falls to his dick once more, and you just can't control the way you feel yourself wanting to milk it dry, make him so overstimulated he'd just end up laying on the bathroom's floor, people seeing him fucked out like the dirty bitch he was.

"are we going to fuck or is the little virgin scared?" you mock with a pout which successfully gets him to look at you again, sending you a scowl.

he found that he could later excuse this behavior by saying he was taunted and not admit that he was a rabid dog wanting to get his dick inside a pussy for once, so he kisses you, roughly crashing his lips onto yours, standing up to have the advantage of being taller again — at least this time he wasn't under you.

he manages to pin you against the door, that is being knocked on from the other end — which you both only ignore. his dick pressing against your tummy, then your hand once again, grabbing his dick, wasting no time to rapidly go back and forth on his length, the boy in turn slipping whimpers into the kiss.

your eyes shoot wide open despite your horniness, remembering who you were about to fuck. you pull away from the kiss, which prompts for yeonjun to blindly chase your lips again until you stop him with a finger. "if we're going to fuck, no more kissing."

he opens his eyes, groaning. "what kind of shitty rule is that?"

"do you want to go another minute of being a pathetic virgin yeonjun? is that what i'm hearing?"

he shakes his head, brows furrowed.

"then do what i say." you say. yeonjun gulps as you pull down his sweats all the way to his ankles. "take them off."

he glares at you, feeling his cheeks burn as he reluctantly followed your orders like a pet.

"what now?" he asks anyway.

you reach a little under your miniskirt, pulling down your panties, dropping on the floor. you then pull him closer to you, managing to easily wrap your legs around his waist, stabilizing yourself against the door by laying your arms on his shoulders. "now you fuck me choi."

he has a few failed attempts, trying to find your entrance, which you should've guessed would've been a problem, but eventually, you're caught off guard as you gasp, his tip hitting your cunt.

"is—is this it?" he shakily asks with big eyes.

your thumb for a second softly glazes around his features, and fuck you just realize how he pretty he was, taking in the perfection before you finally nod. yeonjun buries his head in your neck, his breath quickening as he pushes in.

"hey, don't go too fast virgin, i don't want your dirty cum inside me." you instruct like you were scolding a dog to not hump someone's leg. but yeonjun doesn't seem to be able to hear anything as he frantically fucks into you, moaning curses over and over again.

"y/n—" he shrieks into the crook of your neck, and you curse internally as you feel his hot cum fill you up anyway. your hand goes to the back of his head, grabbing a fitsful of his hair to pull him away from your neck, revealing his mouth that leaked drool, and his hot streams of tears that were out of humiliation . "i told you to not fucking cum inside me." you spit.

he can't even form a proper sentence as he hiccups, trying to apologize — you tilt your head at the sight, never once dreaming of the moment you'd yeonjun looking like this, apologizing.

you guessed the overstimulation got to his head.

"pull out." you interject coldly between his sobs. and he does, a squelching sound coming out in response. you carefully try to get on your own feet again, then unwrap your hands from his neck.

you use your finger that was now on his chest to push him down. "i can't just let you cum and go, i need my fill too." you say as he just cowers down, finally on an opposing wall, slowly dropping on his ass. "you're so filthy." you lowly grunt, which earns a whimper from yeonjun, his dick standing up right for the third time.

you take a minute to stare him down—it gave you a high, the guy who's been tormenting you for the past few months was sitting on a bathrooms floor, bare, his face messily wet and his lips swollen red, his eyes looking up at you like you had the power to either break him or...

you waste no time to sit on his cock, earning a half shriek, half scream from yeonjun in response to the sudden hot contact that was your pussy, his eyes rolled to the back and his mouth stupidly hung open when you ruthlessly bounce on his cock.

you don't let him shooting his load into you distract you from trying to achieve your orgasm. yeonjun had long been fucked dumb, but his hips still buckle into you every now and then, desperately trying to hit your cervix, like an animal.

he moans your name over and over again—especially when your hand go under his shirt, squeezing his nipples—like it was the only word he knew. unfortunately, the knocks on the door earlier get louder.

"are you guys fucking in there!?!" you hear someone yell and you curse, immediately shoving your hand over yeonjun's mouth in attempt to restrict his sloppy moans, still moving up and down, biting down on your bottom lip as you feel your pussy clamping down on his dick.

as the knocks get louder and louder, your speed gets faster, nearing your orgasm. yeonjun has his eyes half open, looking at you through his wet lashes—he was out.

finally, when you feel yeonjun's hot spring of cum for the fourth time now, you get your own orgasm in sync, exhaling exhausted as you slowly removed your now, wet hand, from yeonjun's mouth.

"clean yourself up, i'm leaving." you say, getting up, his dick slipping out, flopping down, coated in cum.

when he doesn't respond, you roll your eyes, walking over to to get toilet paper, patting your thighs then cleaning up your leaking as much as you could. you finally get to your underwears, pulling them over your leg.

you quickly look in the mirror, trying your best to fix your look up by running through your messy hair and wiping your lipstick off completely.

then you take a quick look at the boy who was sprawled on the floor, dazed, sweat making his once shiny tamed hair, stick to his face. did you push the virgin too far off the edge? you almost felt yourself feeling bad until you once again, realized who he was—choi yeonjun. you then shrug, he can handle himself. or maybe not, who gives a fuck.

when you turn the knob slightly, automatically unlocking the door in the process, you peek your head out, trying to see if anyone was out in the hallway anymore. no one was, so you open it a little more, giving you more wiggle room to get out. until you feel a hand grabbing your ankle, making you shoot your head back.

yeonjun.

"we doing this again?" he asks, his brows furrowed up, like he was pleading.

you scoff. "what? like fucking?"

"yeah."

you give him a tight lipped smile. "we'll see choi. now get your hand off me."

he rolls his eyes, obeying.

finally you get out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, into the blasting music that you so outwardly despised.

what you don't expect is to so quickly bump into your best friend, the one who got invited to the party and decided to bring you over with him—beomgyu.

"yo, where were you?" he breathed out, looking like he ran a marathon. then his eyes quickly scanned your state—messy hair, makeup completely ruined, a few buttons of your crop top missing, your chest falling up and down. "what happened?" he finally asks when he sees the purple bruises on a side of your neck.

you only shake your head slightly, still out of breath, dismissing the boy with a hand who was now looking like a kicked puppy, as you walk past him and back into where the party was, under the impression beomgyu was following closely behind.

the bathroom click, a sound that indicated its unlocking, grabs beomgyu's attention from his plan to fester you more about what you were doing, his head turning slightly to see a disgruntled figure going out in the hallway, running a hand through their hair—choi yeonjun?

beomgyu's expression turns a little grim when he notices that yeonjun was in the same, or to be fair, an even worse state.

he feels his jaw tick a little, as he turns away, rolling his eyes; he got his answer.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Oh No, There’s Only One Bed

Bradley Bradshaw x reader 2k words summary: The hotel is all booked out and now you have to share a room with Bradley Bradshaw. Worse, you have to share a bed. 

there’s not much plot in this. so like dont get your hopes up. im not happy with how it turned out

prequel to “Oh No, There's An Arm Around My Waist���, can be read seperately tho

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“You have got to be kidding me.” 

You couldn’t help yourself, already regretting the words once they’d left your mouth. The poor receptionist played no part in this - it wasn’t his fault. You weren’t usually this rude to hotel staff. 

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we’re all booked out for tonight. It’s a twin room or no room at all.”

“C’mon, we can make it work.” 

You looked up at Bradley like he was out of his mind. And he even had the audacity to grin at you. “It’s just one night.” 

“You can’t be serious.” 

You couldn’t believe that he was actually supporting this dumb fucking idea. “We can’t share a room. We can’t share a bed, Bradshaw.” 

He raised his eyebrows and you bit your lip, mentally roundhouse-kicking yourself in the face. Why did you have to be so obviously avoidant? Your fight-or-flight was kicking in at the mere proposal. It was too obvious. Were normal people as desperately opposed to the idea of sharing a bed with a friend? Probably not. So why the fuck were you? 

Because maybe Bradley was not just a friend. 

Because maybe you were totally in love with him. And because maybe you’d rather die than ever admit that and get rejected. 

“I mean-” You scrambled for words, for a quick excuse that would make sense, that would save you from at least some of the embarrassment. “You know, like, we’re friends. Friends don’t share a bed.” 

Welp, that did not work. Horrible miss. Dart stuck in the wall-kind of miss. 

“I’ll build a pillow wall if that makes you feel better”, Bradley promised, failing to hide his amusement. You clenched your jaw. 

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. 

“There’s other hotels”, you tried, desperate to find a different solution. 

“Yeah”, he nodded, almost too enthusiastically. “Sure. Because those aren’t booked out.” 

Alright. So maybe he had a point. 

The only options here were sleeping on the floor of a subway station in San Diego or sharing a bed with him. And the fact that you actually took two seconds debating whether getting chlamydia would be worth not having to sleep pressed up against Bradley’s (warm and very comfortable) chest in a clean bed told you enough about just how far you’d fallen for him already. You were in too deep. And after tonight, you’d be a goner. 

But you really, really did not want to spend the night on the subway. 

“Fuck this”, you muttered, turning back to the poor receptionist who looked like he’d rather be on the subway getting chlamydia himself than here and forcefully smiled at him. “We’ll take the room, thank you.”

...

The door swung open and you blindly reached for the light switch, flipping it on before trudging into the room with your suitcase in one hand and the keys in the other. 

You parked the suitcase in some random corner, threw your jacket onto the tiny table and looked up only to see that Bradley had already claimed the left side of the bed, arms and legs spread out, eyes closed. There was a lump in your throat as you watched him breathe that should not have been there. Neither should the flutter in your tummy. Neither should the heat in your cheeks when he opened his eyes and caught you staring. 

“This is like some fucked up scene straight out of a shitty rom-com”, you complained - the only thing you knew how to do so you wouldn’t drool. He looked way too attractive doing literally nothing. You were not okay with that. Especially now that you had to share the bed with him. 

He tucked his hands behind his head (his biceps flexed ridiculously) and chuckled. 

“You love rom-coms”, he reminded you. 

“Yeah, but only good ones with actual plot and characters that have personality.” 

(This was, in itself, an absolute and total lie and Bradley definitely knew that. He was right - you loved rom-coms. You loved all of them. Especially the shitty ones with no plot whatsoever except “Oh we’re two idiots in love”. But you’d thought it would be much more fun if life played out like that - you hadn’t thought it would be like this.) 

“You’re a bad liar”, he laughed, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at you. 

“Am not”, you protested. He hummed. 

“You definitely are.” 

Then he patted the other side of the bed again. “Stop pouting and get in.” 

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, bending down to put your suitcase on the ground and undo the zipper. 

“Gotta change first, Bradshaw. You can build that pillow wall while I’m in the bathroom.” 

His chuckle followed you even as you closed the door behind you half a minute later and it took you longer than it should have to change into pajamas - shout out to your shaking hands - partly because you spent five minutes brushing your teeth, looking at yourself in the mirror and trying to calm your nerves by telling your reflection all kinds of reassurances. (”It’s just one night” and “If you stay on your side you won’t even know he’s there” and “You’ll both be asleep anyway”)

You almost had a heart attack when you left the bathroom again. 

Because yes, Bradley was still in bed, and that in itself was stressful enough. But mainly because he’d kicked the covers to his feet and his pajamas, if one could call it that, consisted only of his briefs. 

At least he had the decency to look apologetic. 

“Sorry”, he said, gesturing at himself. “I don’t have sleepwear with me. I usually sleep naked.” 

Because of course he did. Of course Bradley fucking Bradshaw slept naked. 

“Uh”, you managed, mind completely blank. You were very, very much aware of the fact that you should say something. You just did not have the mental capacity to come up with anything whatsoever. 

There was a goddamn Adonis in your bed. 

If you’d thought you weren’t wearing much before (because you really weren’t, you’d expected San Diego to be warm and had only packed a skimpy little nightgown) then Bradley was wearing literally nothing. 

And, well, he kind of was wearing nothing. 

Couldn’t he at least have kept the covers up? But no. You knew him. He was basically a live heating pad. He’d die if he pulled them up.

“Okay”, you eventually managed to croax out, forcing your feet to work, to carry you to the right side - your side - of the bed, to flick on the lamp on your bedside table and turn off the big one, all without thinking. “Yeah, no worries.” 

“Good.” He nodded his head for what had to be the better part of ten full seconds. “Good.” 

The silence felt awkward. You were just sitting on the edge of the bed and he was propped up on his elbows on his side, staring holes into the air, not saying anything. Eventually he cleared his throat. 

“Wanna, like, sleep?” 

“Oh, yeah.” You busied yourself with the covers so you wouldn’t have to look at him, carefully sliding underneath them. “Yeah, we probably should.” 

Only the rustling of the sheets filled the room until you were finally lying flat on the mattress, head resting on the pillow, and then there was silence again and you wanted to scream. This was more uncomfortable than anything else had ever been with him. Usually it was easy and light and that was why you liked him so much, that was why the two of you had initially become friends at all, but this... this was so heavy. Like something looming over the two of you that neither was addressing, just staring at it, aware that it was there but not doing anything about it. 

This time, you cleared your throat, reached for the bedside lamp and turned that off too. The room was dark without it. You could only make out his contours next to you, hear the sound of his breath. 

“Good night then”, you whispered, listening as his sheets rustled as well as he lay back, turning onto his side so that he was facing you. For a moment you felt the urge to do the same, but before you could even think about moving you were already swatting the idea away with an imaginary broom and locking it out of your imaginary house. Like hell you were gonna face him. Nuh-uh. You’d rather take the subway and the chlamydia after all. 

“Good night”, he said softly, adjusting his hands one final time before the quiet of the night enveloped the two of you. 

You tried to even your breathing, to focus on anything but him so close to you. You needed to sleep and you needed to sleep quick. But your mind was racing, your heart was beating so fast and so loud that you could hear it, your skin was burning up and you felt like you were about to lose it. 

You managed about five minutes before you turned away from him, onto your side, in hopes that that would make it better. 

It didn’t. 

Five minutes after that, you tried lying on your stomach. Which, to nobody’s surprise, worked no better. It took almost fifteen minutes for you to find the courage to turn onto your right side, to turn so that you were facing him after all. He hadn’t moved an inch. 

In fact, he hadn’t tried to sleep at all. 

When you turned and caught sight of him (bare chest and messy hair and fuck) you almost screamed. His eyes were wide open, watching you, reflecting the little moonlight that was flooding through the windows. 

“Jesus”, you whispered, pressing a hand to your chest as he grinned, his face mere inches from yours. “Bradley, you scared the hell out of me.”

He didn’t even react to that. 

“Can’t sleep?”, he asked instead. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your skin when he spoke. You had to swallow.

“No”, you admitted. For a moment you thought maybe he hadn’t heard you, maybe he’d fallen asleep, but then he moved his arms and you felt a shiver down your spine when his fingertips brushed over the exposed skin of your arms. He wrapped one arm around your waist, his palm resting on the small of your back, and pulled you closer to him. So close that your knees bumped into his thighs. So close that your hands bumped into his torso. So close that your nose bumped into his throat. 

All of them were innocent touches: chaste, easy, light. His skin was barely grazing yours. But they were enough. 

Enough to go crazy over. Enough to hold your breath for a good half minute. 

“Relax”, he muttered, his other hand threading through your hair and holding you just as close as the one on your back.

You swallowed hard. 

“Bradley”, you murmured, not knowing just yet what you were going to say. Maybe you would have pulled away. Or maybe you would have bit the bullet and, for once in your life, taken the chance - maybe you would’ve told him right then and there just what you felt for him. Because friends certainly didn’t do this. 

“We’ll talk tomorrow”, he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head and immediately silencing your inner monologue. “Tomorrow. Just sleep for now.” 

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.

"Are there discounts for multiple x-rays?"

Prompt: Wrath | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Minor Injuries, Talk of Sex | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): None | Tags: Corroded Coffin On the Road, Pussy Hound Gareth, Bar Fight

"There's a reason sex comes first in sex, drugs and rock & roll," Gareth says, standing at the sink, shaving.

Eddie rolls his eyes. Hard. This kid. He's gonna be the death of Eddie.

"Just wrap it up, Casanova. We definitely don't want little versions of you running around."

Gareth pulls a strip of condoms from his vest pocket, letting them swing before tossing them on the vanity, "Got it covered."

"Great. Now just remember to actually cover your dick, and you'll be good."

"A guy gets a little case of chlamydia one time, and you never let him live it down," Gareth whines, and Eddie laughs.

This is a ridiculous life they're leading. Nobody should be chasing after Gareth, with stars and lust in their eyes. It's absurd. This is a goofy kid that basically needed a booster seat to even play his drums when Eddie first met him.

Now, he's an adult. Still short though. And while they're not famous, they are on the road together. Eddie never imagined they'd even get this far.

"Just be careful. If you do anything to put this tour at risk, Goodie will kill you."

"He can try," Gareth says, and oh, he has, Eddie is well aware. He's had a front-row seat for years as those two have gone round and round since the day they met. 

Eddie meets Gareth's eyes in the mirror, "Be in the van in ten. Or you're gonna have to troll the motel bar."

Gareth bobbles his head, like he's heard him, and Eddie finishes getting dressed himself for a night off and out.

The bar they land at is smoky and dark, and Eddie settles into a booth next across from Jeff and Goodie as Gareth swaggers off. Eddie turns, stretching out, leaning against the wall, beer in hand. Gareth could just hang with them tonight, but it's like he's afraid all the pussy in the world will dry up if he stops chasing it for one evening.

And the next time Eddie sees Gareth, he's perched on a barstool, facing out towards the room, not the bar, legs spread wide. 

Eddie nods his head towards him, and Jeff and Goodie both look.

"Like that's gonna wor-" Goodie starts to say, but it's like he's fucking catnip, and there's already a girl leaning against the bar beside him, acting like she's not paying attention to Gareth, but definitely is. It's baffling. 

Eddie laughs.

"I hate him," Goodie says, as Gareth puts his hand on her waist as she talks to him, up close and personal.

There's a commotion across the bar, and Eddie scoots to the edge of the booth, leaning out to look.

Oh, hell no.

"Oh shit, it's Gareth," Eddie says, and he's moving, out and upwards from the slick vinyl, trying to get there before Gareth gets punched in the face for a second time.

Eddie slides in between what he assumes is a pissed off boyfriend and Gareth. He gets shoved around a little, and he plants his feet, but the guy is fucking huge. He pushes Eddie out of the way, knocking him clean off his feet, and this asshole is absolutely gonna cold cock Gareth again while he's distracted, trying to get his nose to stop bleeding.

Eddie pops back up, but Goodie has already stepped in between Gareth and the guy that's determined to knock Gareth's lights out. 

"I don't think so," Goodie says.

"He's a fucking dickhead," the guy snaps, grabbing at Goodie's shoulder, trying to push through him. It doesn't work.

"Agreed," Goodie says, "but he's my fucking dickhead. So back the fuck off, or I'll lay your ass out."

Eddie thinks that's a stretch. He's never even seen Goodie throw a punch.

But this is their chance to escape, and Eddie grabs Gareth by the arm, squeezing as he pulls him through the people that have gathered to watch the disturbance. 

And Eddie doesn't stop until they're out the front door, down the street, and then he's shoving Gareth in the back of the van.

Eddie reaches up and presses on the overhead dome light, and looks to see how bad it is. It's not great, and Eddie's sure it's broken. 

"It's broken, ain't it?" Gareth asks, his voice thick and weird, since he isn't breathing out of his nose.

"I'd say so," Eddie answers, "I think-"

And then the front doors are being yanked open, Jeff barreling into the driver's seat, demanding, "Keys!"

Eddie fishes them out of his pocket, and then they are peeling away from the curb, the van rattling and jerking as Jeff puts the pedal to the metal. 

"My fucking hand!" Goodie yells over the road noise, and Eddie looks up to see that he's holding it in his other hand. "I'm gonna kill you, Gare!"

"What'd I do?!" Gareth screams, like he's totally innocent, and Eddie pushes him back into the captain's chair. They aren't gonna start a fight with each other on top of it. "She approached me! I didn't know she had a big, dumb boyfriend!"

And unfortunately, Eddie thinks that's true. 

But Eddie still wedges himself between Gareth and the wrath of Goodie, and grabs both headrests, "Did you finally hit someone and I fucking missed it?!"

Jeff is cackling as he puts distance between them all and the bar where they are surely never welcome to return.

"Fuck yes, he did," Jeff answers, "wasn't pretty, but did the job pretty damn good!"

"I think I broke my hand," Goodie huffs, and Eddie reaches forward, making Goodie show him. Makes him flex, and watches as Goodie winces. If Goodie's complaining, it's bad. Fuck. Goodie'd rather die than go to the doctor.

Eddie doesn't know if it's broken or not, but if two of the four of them probably need x-rays, the night has not gone to plan.

Eddie whips around and looks at Gareth, "Can you maybe keep it in your pants for a while after this? Goddamn."

And Gareth makes a noise of disgust as he leans his head back, holding fast food napkins to his face. Eddie cups his cheek, and gently takes the napkins away. Even with the swelling that is starting to really ramp up, it's definitely crooked. 

"Are there discounts for multiple x-rays?" Eddie asks, and Jeff laughs. 

Gareth whines, and Eddie puts the napkins back under his nostrils.

"I'm looking for hospital signs," Jeff says, and Eddie puts his hand on Gareth's knee. They've had bar fights before, but never anything that ended up this way. Fucking hell. 

"I can't have a fucking broken hand, how am I gonna play?" Goodie snaps from the front seat, like that's gonna make his hand any less fucked up. 

Eddie doesn't know. They'll figure it out. They always do.

X-rays done, Eddie and Jeff regroup outside the automatic hospital doors. Passing a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, between them.

"Boxer's fracture. Three to six weeks," Jeff says, relaying the diagnosis from Goodie's imaging.

"Broken nose. Three to six weeks," Eddie echoes, and they both laugh. 

"Well, at least they're on the same page for once," Jeff says.

"What now?"

A broken nose they could play through, but a hand? Not likely. 

"You could play the bass," Jeff suggests, and yeah, Eddie could. 

"We'll get Goodie a tambourine," Eddie teases.

"No, a cow bell," Jeff counters.

And they both laugh. Yeah, that wouldn't go over well.

"Mama Jones is gonna shit when she gets Gareth's insurance statement," Eddie says.

"Gareth better call home," Jeff says.

"Or we could all just go home," Eddie suggests. Because he's not sure they have the money to stay on the road, unable to play at their full capacity, for weeks.

Jeff sighs, but says, "Yeah. Just a little break."

"In Goodie's hand," Eddie snarks, because honestly, what a fucking ridiculous night.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

amber freeman x reader with 14 would be soooo good

14. ‘’Picturing you with someone else makes me sick.’’

SCREAM WEEK PT 3/7

I got multiple requests for this one character/prompt combo. I couldn't not write it

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Amber smiled at the party-goers inside her house as she walked through the kitchen, pleased to see that people were having a good time. Her house was the perfect place for parties. It was massive and her parents were out of town almost every weekend. 

She got roped into a conversation with Wes and Tara, sipping her beer every now and then. 

‘’We should go. I’ll ask Mindy if she wants to come,’’ Wes said, looking forward to tomorrow’s double feature. ‘’The drive-in is an hour from here, but I’ll ask to borrow my mom’s car.’’ 

Amber wrinkled her nose. ‘’Do we really have to invite her? I don’t want to deal with her detailed critiques on the drive back.’’ 

‘’They’re showing her favorite movie. We can’t not invite her, Amber,’’ Tara reasoned, not wanting to be the one to exclude a friend — even for understandable reasons. 

‘’The last time we went to the theater with her, she didn’t shut up the whole walk to your house,’’ Amber countered, her irritation evident in her voice. ‘’I do not care what she will write in her Letterboxd review or what she—’’ She didn’t get to finish her sentence, her jaw tightening when she caught a girl chatting you up on the couch. She had a mischievous grin as was leaning in close, her hand resting dangerously high on your thigh. ‘’I’ll be right back,’’ she told Tara and Wes, her eyes not withdrawing from you.

She made her way through the crowd, quickly coming up with a way to get the brunette to go away. You were her girl. 

‘’Sorry to interrupt,’’ she interjected, approaching the couch with a practiced smile. "Didn't you leave with Sabrina last week? You might want to have a chat with her. I overheard her mentioning something about chlamydia and possibly spreading it around. It might be a good idea to schedule a check-up with your doctor." 

The brunette beside you thanked Amber for the information and hurried off in search of Sabrina. Amber’s warning made her look like a good person, like she was looking out for that girl, but you knew her too well to believe her intentions were good. 

Amber took a sip of her beer, then huffed a laugh. ‘’They think that because they’re lesbians they can’t catch anything.’’ 

‘’Sabrina does not have chlamydia,’’ you asserted, eyeing Amber skeptically.

She shrugged nonchalantly. ‘’She might. She’s making out with Connor on the porch, the guy gets around a lot.’’

You gave her the benefit of the doubt for this once. ‘’I’m gonna get another beer,’’ you said, standing up to get a bottle in the kitchen, but Amber grabbed your arm. 

‘’Actually, we’re low on beer. Can you help me get some?’’ 

Following someone into their dark basement was on the list of things to never do in horror movies. That’s how a lot of idiots get murdered. But you doubted Amber would ever plot to kill you. She could be evil-minded, but she wasn’t a psychopath.

The basement door closed behind you, making you jump. ‘’How many beers do you need to bring up? Because if it’s more than a dozen, we should ask Chad for backup.’’

Ignoring your question, Amber halted at the bottom of the stairs, her gaze piercing into you like daggers. ‘’What the fuck was that?’’ she snapped, her tone sharper than the edge of a knife.

Caught off guard by her sudden outburst, you blinked in confusion. ‘’What was what?’’ 

‘’Don’t play dumb with me. I saw you flirting with that bitch upstairs. You let her put her hand on your thigh. On my couch.’’

Ah, so that's what all the tension was about upstairs. Why she made up that nasty rumor about Sabrina. Amber was jealous. 

‘’I thought we weren’t exclusive.’’ 

‘’We’re not,’’ she grumbled, defensive.

‘’Then why are you barking at girls that get anywhere close to me?’’ you pressed as you took a step forward, a hint of amusement creeping into your voice. ‘’Are you perhaps…jealous?’’ 

Amber's reaction was immediate, her pride refusing to let your insinuation slide. She let out an indignant huff. ‘’I’m way better looking than that girl,’’ she retorted, her voice dripping with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

She wasn’t wrong. No girl in Woodsboro was prettier than Amber. 

‘’Then why are you acting like she can take me from you? That girl and I were just flirting for fun — at least, I was.’’ 

Despite your reassurance, Amber didn't release her grip on her emotions. Instead, she closed the remaining distance between you, standing so close you could feel her breath as she spoke. ‘’Never do that again, got it?’’ she hissed with a possessiveness to her tone that made your core clench. ‘’Picturing you with someone else makes me sick.’’

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[hyenagurl]

im really upset. so there was this guy i had like barely even a casual fling with nearly five years ago, i broke it off shortly after for a myriad of reasons: he gave me chlamydia (idc about admitting these things) and didnt even own up to it when i told him even tho he was the only one who could have given me it, he may have had a girlfriend… and he wasnt all that good in the sack. even kind of pushy a little bit. anyways, i made the mistake of being his friend kind of, or at least hanging out in a group setting. but every time i did he would without fail proposition me for sex after even though i had told him i didnt want to anymore! this would happen until 2021… when finally it went too far. one day i got WAY too drunk at my friend’s pool and he had pulled up. like i was throwing up in the bushes and i passed out and slept on the pool chair ( this was back in my era of drinking like an asshole, i dont do this and watch my intake like a hawk now). this motherfucker… he bundled me up into his van and took me to his place… WHEN I LIVED A BLOCK AWAY AT THAT TIME… and put me in his bed. i was sick and like barely able to move. anyways he asked to cuddle, i was like fine i guess bc i was too crummy to leave, and before long he was like.. “hey i want to give you head rn”…. FUCKING YUCK. i said no ofc and that was the last of that, but of course i was so sketched out that before long i said i was just gonna go home, so i got up and walked home at like 5am.

anyways after that i blocked him. i would see him at shows staring at me and i would death glare him, he would view my insta with side profiles, and there were times where he would show up at my work and when i would have taken his order, id have a coworker do it. real creep shit. once at a show i was talking with a bestie and he came up and invited her to smoke in his van and i got this weird feeling and left all anxious.

so fast forward to this year, i just had a sleepover with that same bestie, who happens to also be friends and an on/off fwb with him, and she said hes been saying the exact fucking opposite. that i started beefing with him for no reason, that IM the one who insisted i go to his place and that he had to kick ME out, and he even told her that time he pulled her aside at that show to smoke was just an excuse to get her away from me.

im fucking mad. this man who disrespected me and exposed me to an std, who borderline creeped on me in my drunken state, admitted to attempting to meddle in my friendship and has been spreading lies about his behavior towards me and making ME the aggressor in this. what is wrong with men?

he treats my friend like shit too, like one time he kicked her out of his car after she told him she started seeing someone, gave HER an std too, disrespects her boundaries. she struggles with telling men to fuck off like i used to so im worried for her and im trying to convince her to drop him.

i REALLY want to confront him and tear him apart for what hes been saying, but she specifically asked me not to do anything bc she doesnt want him to start drama with her. so ig im stuck. i told her tho that if i see him again i will say something. i was too soft on him.

[firstprincehornyramblings]

I'm posting this Sentences Sunday at 3am, because why the hell not, it's Sunday. This one is going to have 3 snippets, all very nsfw, all very under the cut, but I'm doing to try and keep them shorter, for mysterious reasons. *wiggles fingers*

- kissingchambers (🤭) pwp 💊

He couldn’t look down at Elliot, he managed a glance before giving up and looking back at the ceiling. Those hungry eyes and wide pupils narrowed and nearly predatory- that look was lethal. It would make impossibly quick work of Marco if he allowed himself to watch. His hand tugged harder at the hair between his fingers, legs spreading wider, to what end he had no idea. But it was rewarded with one of Elliot’s hand sliding along his inner thigh, squeezing at soft skin. “I- uh, Ellie…” Marco swallowed hard, gasping for air between moans as he spoke. “Can you uh-” With a hum, Elliot lifted his head, still sucking hard as his mouth popped free. “Ellie, that’s cute, what, are you about to cum?” he chuckled, somehow still sounding sarcastic. All Marco could really do was nod.

--------------------------------------------------------------------- doctor alex and patient henry 🩺

“Oh, I didn’t make you dinner,” Henry sneered, “You can do that on your own.” “Wh-” “You need to get tested,” he didn’t even allow his boyfriend to respond to the initial jab. “You fucking gave me chlamydia,” he hissed, already standing up and emptying his plate, “Don’t apologize, don’t make a fucking excuse, be an adult, take care of it. And for christ’s fucking sake,” he snapped, tossing his plate into the sink nearly hard enough to break it, “Use a Johnny next time, will you?” “Baby, wait,” Charlie pleaded, following behind Henry who was already in the process of storming toward the bedroom. “Do not,” the blond whipped around with lightning speed, a finger shoved only centimeters from his boyfriend’s nose, “Do not fucking ‘baby’ me, right now.”

-------------------------------------------------------------------- dystopian prince's consort alex 👑

All at once, Alex got his wish, Henry’s hips jerking forward as he spilled onto the bed. Streak after streak of white painted the linens, loud husky whines and moans coming from deep in the blond’s chest. That tightness squeezing Alex’s cock like a vice grip, it was an incredible feat that he didn’t finish on the spot himself; he’d thank whichever god did that for him later. His own hips finally slowed to a moderate pace, now just rolling into deep, slow slamming motions into the other man. His hand worked the last few drops from Henry’s tip, the opposite hand leaving the blond’s throat to lovingly cradle a warm cheek instead. His thumb brushed over Henry’s lips in a way that was far too affectionate for what they’d just done, but he couldn’t help it, Alex was a romantic at heart. “Where do you want me to cum, baby?” “On my face, please,” with that answer, the blond leaned forward, falling into the mattress with no regard for the mess. He rolled over onto his back after a moment, still breathing hard as he looked up at Alex. There was a smile on those plush lips now, a quiet blissed out laugh, and half-lidded cock drunk eyes. Henry was more beautiful that way, Alex thought.

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[onepiecehiperfixation]

Usopp: Guys I can't stand it anymore. I have chlamidia. Nico Robin*raise his eyes up*: W-what? Sanji: WhAt? Franky: Oh my god. Sanji: Are you serious? Usopp: Yeah Chopper called me and said I tested positive. Nico Robin: How's that possible? Usopp: I don't know how. Franky: Well you wear condoms? Usopp: nO. Franky: Well that would be how. Sanji*flaggerbasted*; UsOpP are you KiDdInG mE! Usopp: One time I tried to bought some I got nervous because they were locked in a cabinet, and chopper asked me what I kind liked and then I panicked. Then he gave me ones that were all this greasy. And they smelled like banana. It was like putting a tiny greasy banana wetsuit. Sanji: No Usopp. That is completely irresponsible. You have to wear one every time. Franky: Sanji, stop yelling him. I'm sure he feels bad enough. Sanji: No FrAnkY tHiS iSn't OkAy! UsoPP needs to be slut shamed! I'm slut shaming yOu! Nico Robin: Your lucky you got chlamydia you could just gotten something that can't be cured. Franky: Yeah you could have gotten someone pregnant. Just think ab0ut that... Sanji: sLuT! Slutshamed. Nico Robin: Sanji breathe. I'm sure Usopp is getting a treatment. Usopp: Yes I take antibiotics for two weeks and then I go to the doctor to make sure It's cured. Nico Robin; You have to tell the girl you slept with.ç *sanji cleaning his hands* Franky: I'm sorry which one? Usopp: Yes I've been sleeping with two different people. Sanji*between jealous and flaggerbasted*:WhO aRe YoU? it's like I don't EvEn kNoW yOu! Franky: Sanji calm down. *sanji angry cleaning his hands* Franky: You have to tell this two persons. You have chlamydia. If you don't your gonna put their health in risk and they could be spreading to others, and that's not super. Nico Robin: Your so hot when you get medical babe.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Request: Spread butter, not chlamydia

i have this sudden mental image of a cartoon koala doing a public health campaign

Askbox is closed for new requests, I'm recording these old ones on the to-write doc

[prettyjude]

I’m confused cause what happenend? I wasn’t all the time online..🧍🏽‍♀️

A girl on tiktok was saying things that her friends have told her and one of thwm was that an uk footballer had chlamydia several times and lo and behold an acc here spread it here on Jude’s tag that apparently Jude’s the one that she’s talking about as if Jude is the only footballer from there

[sapphic-sex-ed]

my girlfriend and i want to get more intimate with each other but im concerned about possibly contracting an STD/STI. can we contract one of we’re both clean and use no dams? or is protection always the way to go?

STD/STI are acronyms for Sexually Transmitted Diseases/Sexually Transmitted Infections and as with any disease, if you are not exposed to the virus/bacteria that causes it, you cannot transmit it. If you have been tested and have the results come back negative, you do not have the disease and cannot transmit it*.

If you have not been tested but don't experience any symptoms (and has had previous sexual partners), you can still be infected and transfer the disease. It is believed that upwards of 80% of humans are infected with herpes (HSV1 or HSV2) but most don't show any symptoms, called being asymptomatic. Other STIs where it's common to be asymptomatic are chlamydia, HPV/genital warts (only some strains cause warts), and latent syphilis (although you would have noticed syphilis symptoms like rashes before the latent phase, which is a phase that sometimes occurs before the third/final stage of the disease).

If neither of you have had partners before**, or if you have been tested negative 3 months after your last sexual encounter, you don't have an STI.

Furthermore, hand and oral sex on vulvas are considered the safest ways to have sex when it comes to transmission of STIs. Now, I don't know you or your partner's genitals but I'm guessing based on the dental dam comment that it's likely that the sex you'll be having will mainly involve vulvas. While you absolutely can contract an STI in your throat, the amount of vaginal fluid you would have to guzzle to get enough pathogens down to your throat to cause infection is a lot. Semen is a lot more effective at transmitting diseases because, uh, its purpose is to get that shit (spermatozoa) in there, so to speak. It's not risk free, but nothing in life is. This is so low risk that the Swedish organization for sexual and reproductive rights and education (founded in the 30's, leading org for SRHR in the nation) which also produce and sell condoms, at home pregnancy and STI-tests, lube, etc, don't sell dental dams at all. That being said, dams can be fun to play with vis a vis sensation (taut dam vs relaxed dam, for example) and if you want to use one I would never dissuade you from it.

I do wanna bring attention to the usage of the word "clean" to denote that you aren't infected with an STI. It's a common way to phrase it, but it does stigmatize those who have been or are infected with an STI. To say that one is "clean" to mean "not infected" directly implies that to be infected is dirty or unclean, which it is not. This is part of the stigma of contracting and living with an STI, where a moral judgement is cast upon the person. As some STIs are life long, like HIV, herpes, and sometimes hepatitis, the stigma can also be life-long. In the future, I suggest using terms like "not infected" or "tested negative" to avoid this.

-mod liz

*because of incubation time, you have to wait up to three months for some STIs to show up on a test, so if you sleep with a new partner, getting tested the next week may not yield accurate results.

**some STIs are not exclusively sexually transmitted. You can for example contract HIV at birth if your parent was a carrier, hepatitis C can spread through blood, and herpes can infect both mouth and genitals and sharing a glass of water with somebody with oral herpes can transmit it. Unless there's any reason to suspect that you have contracted HIV or hepatitis from somewhere else (like a tattoo or injection needle, or if you mixed your blood with somebody somehow like in an accident) I wouldn't be too worried though.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hii sex witch! i had a question about STIS (which I'm sure you already responded, but I can't seem to find it). So, what exactly are they? And is it possible for two partners who have never been their entire life with other person to get them? Can you be born with STIS? Thanks for reading already and sorry if there's bad grammar, I'm not an English speaker ❤️

hi anon,

thank you for this question, this is one of my favorite things :)

sexually transmitted infections are types of viruses, bacteria, or parasites that can be transmitted between people through sexual contact, although not all of them are spread exclusively through sex - some can also pass through close skin to skin contact or any sharing of bodily fluids, such as sharing needles for intravenous drug use or breast milk.

for a rundown on different types of STIs - what they are, how they're spread, symptoms they cause - I strongly recommend this thorough Planned Parenthood resource.

like I said, not all STIs are only spread through sexual contact. one of the most common STIs in the world is herpes, which many people catch as children when they catch is from their parents kissing them. so, yes, it's completely possible for a person who has never had sex but has herpes to give it to a partner who does not. fortunately, herpes is a very mild virus to live with! like most STIs it's quite treatable; more on that here.

it's rare, but babies can catch STIs from their mother in utero or during delivery, or catch them during breastfeeding. this includes many STIs, including herpes (again), HPV, chlamydia, syphilis, gonorrhea, and HIV/AIDS.

[elliemarchetti]

3 Reasons Why

I planned on posting this on April 30 for @blackinnonfest but since I wasn’t sure I liked it, I reworked it and propose it to you all for @microficmay’s prompt 30.  

Prompts: Various; First and Last

Words: 341

There were various reasons why falling in love with Sirius Black wasn't a good idea.

Three, if one wanted to be specific.

The first was his fame as a play boy. Even the youngest students knew he changed roughly one partner a week, and sometimes his affairs didn’t just involve passionate kisses stolen in the darkness of an alcove or the shade of a tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, sometimes they went far enough to make Marlene question his health condition. After all, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he had been behind the chlamydia epidemic that had terrorized Hogwarts the previous year, and she was sure that once he graduated Madam Pomfrey would breathe a sigh of relief.

The second very good reason to not let your feelings for Walburga Black’s charming firstborn go beyond acknowledging he was truly an eye candy was his complete inability to take things seriously. He was intelligent, enough to have excellent grades and rival Remus, James, and Lily, yet he seemed uninterested in shining as brightly as he could, and in spite of the fact he was a pro on a broom, he had never tried to join the Quidditch team, although he was perfectly aware that the results obtained at school would be the foundation for building a future far from the abusive family he never spoke about but everyone knew he had.

The last one was his recklessness, the fact he threw himself into any feat headlong, regardless of the consequences for himself and the people who cared for him. Allowing yourself to love someone like that was a death sentence for a heart as sensitive as Marlene’s, and she certainly didn’t want to spend the rest of her life busy crying over a man.

Yet, and here laid the problem, she loved him. She was able to ignore it in plain daylight, but when night crept in and she was alone, there was no denying, no way to repudiate the warmth spreading in her chest when they talked, and flirted, and kissed.