Nigel is terrified of spiders. Adam... not so much
Oh definitely! (also sorry i don’t write often and i’m bad at it!)
Adam is more annoyed than worried by the shriek that fills the apartment; Nigel never screams, at least not that shrill! Of course Nigel cusses a lot, much to Adam’s chagrin, but the string of expletives that tumble from his lips could have made a sailor blush. Adam rushes to the bathroom, seeing Nigel, Nigel who has killed people with his bare hands, cowering in a corner. “Kill it! Fucking kill the fucking fucker!” Adam follows Nigel’s pointing finger to a medium sized black spot on the wall, near the toilet. “Whaa..?” Adam moves closer to the speck, hearing Nigel let out another offending sound when the thing scurries to the left. Adam smiles a bit, “It’s a spider!” and Nigel nearly pisses himself when Adam moves his hand out towards it. “Adam are you fucking crazy! Don’t touch it! Kill it! Fucking smash it!” He’s grabbing at Adam’s shoulders, hiding behind him, as if the spider is seven foot tall and standing over them. “I’m not going to kill it Nigel! It’s just a spider! a Steatoda grossa actually. They’re called the false black widow because-” Adam starts but Nigel cuts in through with gritted teeth, “Darling, that’s interesting and all but please fucking kill it.” Adam frowns a bit, about to explain to Nigel that killing the spider is pointless as he lets it crawl on his palm but the half scream half gag behind him makes him turn around suddenly, letting the spider crawl around on his fingers, “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH IT ADAM, DON’T-” the color drains from Nigel’s face “-DON’T LET IT TOUCH ME. GET IT AWAY FROM ME.” Adam tilts his head, confused, as Nigel backs from the bathroom, keeping weary eyes on the insect. Adam goes to follow him when the thing falls from his hand onto the floor, scurrying away, “Oh shoot.” Adam says before Nigel screams and runs from the room, “WE HAVE TO MOVE ADAM, I’M BURNING THE FUCKING HOUSE DOWN.”
If he looked at it objectively,
Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to
stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to
make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone
the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods.
Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he
elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession
as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu
of any other transport options.
“Motherfucking dick hole son of a
“Could you please refrain from
swearing until you have left the bus, please?”
Nigel swung to find the source of
the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock
some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t
wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world.
Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned
face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat,
careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting
opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his
beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.
He grabbed the rail above the
kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous,
I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you
The kid crossed his arms in front
of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or
swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache
and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until
you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he
added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore
either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for
someone you have just met.”
Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam
a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in
the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in
this whole damn state.”
At this, Adam flicked his eyes up
to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed
and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to
understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is
not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”
“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel
grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if
it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But
in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken.
Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed
his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another
moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to
make space for Nigel.
True to his word, Nigel didn’t
utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely
front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure,
his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim
waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to
get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks.
He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.
“Adam, I know I said I would be
quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question
drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in
Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam
stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was
his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he
should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off
young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into
I’ve had these finished and sitting in my pictures for a few days now and thought that I should post them before I forget about them entirely, so here *throws post at you* have this
(sorry for the shitty coloring, I drew these when I was at my dad’s and I didn’t have as many pencils/markers to use than I do at home; and on another note, the Virgil design is not mine but Serenity’s, I used theirs because I like it more than mine lmao)
Juno has been through seven nannies when she runs off in the grocery store only for Adam to find her being sung to by a man with a neck tattoo.
The calm stare she seems to give the stranger shocks him as does the dreamy smile on her face while the man sings in a language Adam doesn’t know.
Adam offers the man a job as her nanny even before he gets the man’s name: Nigel. Nigel laughs and turns him down much to Adam’s disappointment.
That is not the last time they see Nigel.
The Try and Save is their regular grocery and Juno always seems to find Nigel, drags Adam by the hand and holds out her hands for picking up. Adam asks Nigel nearly every other time they see him and the answer is always the same. Nigel starts to pull gifts for her out of nowhere after a while and seems to like her as she does him.
But he’s, “Not a fucking nanny.”
That is until Mrs. Graves.
Adam is not entirely happy with her, nanny number eight, but Juno seems to behave well when she’s with her and he doesn’t get a complaint.
He’s at work when his phone rings, anxious and upset as Mrs. Graves tells in his ear about the strange man who tried to kidnap his daughter.
Adam immediately knows who it is by her description. He goes to the police station before home and bails him out, drops any charges and listens to Nigel’s explanation.
This time Adam doesn’t ask Nigel to watch Juno.
Months pass and Nigel moves in after trouble at his place. The house his ex Beth had insisted on is more than big enough for the three of them.
The first time Juno tells him she hates him, Adam doesn’t know what to do but let Nigel put her to bed instead. He can barely see from the tears in his eyes as he sits on the couch, her anger something he’s not used to seeing.
“You’re a great Dad.“
Adam looks up and sees Nigel standing against the wall between the stairs and the living room. He’s holding a juice box that he takes a sip of.
“No,” he closes his eyes, “She hates me.”
Nigel chuckles and sits down beside him. “She’s a kid, Adam. You’re fucking great with her. Plus all the nannies down at that fucking school and even some of the mommies want to fuck you. Believe me."
“I wouldn’t lie, darling."
Adam wipes his eyes.
"I haven’t done that in a long time.”
"Had sex,” he leans back on the couch, “Not since Juno was born."
Nigel almost drops his juice.
"Six fucking years?”
Adam blushes. “I’ve been very busy.”
“Mommy was here for almost a year. That’s what you said.”
“Beth and I,” Adams hand shakes as he picks up his water, “We had difficulties."
"What kind of fucking difficulties?"
Adam looks down at his drink.
"His name was Ryan.”
Nigel sighs. “She marry him?”
Adam shakes his head. “No and she’s not even still with him. But she doesn’t have much to do with Juno. Money on her birthday, that’s about it. I buy her gifts with it and say they’re from–”
Nigel scoffs. “Fuck that. She doesn’t deserve that.”
Adam looks up. “It’s her mother.”
“She’s the bitch who left,” Nigel mumbles, “She doesn’t–”
Adam stands up and spits out. “You’re Juno’s nanny, not her parent. Just shut up and do you job.”
He stomps out of the living room and Nigel follows, grabs his shoulder to flip him around.
“I know I’m not her fucking parent, Adam,” he whispers harshly, “But when that shit suddenly stops do you think she’ll be okay with it? Are you gonna do this shit till she’s eighteen when runaway mommy decides to dump her completely? What the fuck do you–”
Adam kisses him and Nigel freezes, unable to even think before Adam pulls back.
“I’m sorry,” Adam mumbles and starts to take off up the stairs.
Nigel groans and takes a breath for a second before he takes off after him. He catches Adam on the stairs and kisses him hard, pulls him in tight and just goes to town.
He feels the shudders go through Adam and it only spurs him on.
Nigel gently pushes him onto the stairs and takes a breath. He stares deep into his eyes and whispers, “Fuck I wanna suck your cock.”
2 hours pass, Darko yelling out now and then- but giving in when the snow storm picked up, the wind making his voice a lost cause.
“Hey, what uh, what do you call it when Batman skips church?” Darko asked with a shivering smile, still huddled close against Nigel. “W-what?” Adam glanced at him, nose and cheeks bright pink as a bit of snot froze above his lip. “Christian Bale.” Nigel answered with a grin. Adam scoffed a laugh and shook his head, clenching his arms tighter around his chest after rubbing the snot from his face. “What do you call bee’s that produce milk?” Nigel asked now, rubbing Adam’s shoulders as he held him tighter.
“Boo-Bees.” Darko sneered with a chuckle. Adam blurted out laughing, bringing a satisfied smile to the two men who cheered him up a bit to stop thinking of the icy cold air. “You got one gorgeous?” Nigel asked with a quick kiss to his frozen cheek. “Ha, ummm, w-what did earth say to the other planets?” They thought for a few seconds and both shrugged.
“You guys have n-no life.” Adam beamed his pearly white grin as the two giggled at the expected space joke.
hello (: hope you're doing well! i was just wondering, what are some of your favorite interviews with rh band members? it's hard to find quality interviews in which the interviewer actually gets to the point and keeps the person they're interviewing engaged... i liked that one with thom and charlotte roche from 2003 for example! are there any others that come to your mind? have a lovely day <3
Hello! Thank you, i hope you are ok too. First of all, i’d like to apologize for answering your message just now but i wasn’t home and i wanted to give you a long list ;) I wasn’t ignoring you!
"care to give me a back scratch?" ....spacedogs?? I am not a trash possum....I'm uh, someone else
Oh yes, you’re definitely not any trash possum I know. But, you know, just in case a certain trash possum I do know of is interested, I’m going to tag @hotsauce418. Better safe than sorry and all.
Also this is me wading into the waters of a/b/o with a little Alpha!Adam and Omega!Nigel. Sorry not sorry.
Tired and bored of work, Nigel tossed
his phone onto an end table and turned his attention to Adam.
Adam was sat on the sofa, an
expression on his face far too serious for someone who was watching a film on
TV. He attacked every task with a level of focus and determination that left
Nigel unable to resist touching him up and teasing him until he put a smile on
He watched Adam’s eyes follow the
characters on screen for a moment, and then heaved himself onto the sofa, face
down in Adam’s lap.
“Care to give me a back scratch,
gorgeous?” he asked, arching his shoulder blades up for effect.
Without taking his eyes off the
screen, Adam ran his fingers over Nigel’s back, short nails digging in in all
the right places. Nigel groaned.
“Your heat must be coming
soon,” Adam said absently.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you always demand more
affection from me within forty-eight hours of your heat arriving,” Adam
explained as he picked at a small bump he’d found near Nigel’s shoulder. Nigel
shifted around, squirming away from his touch until he returned to scratching.“It’s
likely due to the hormonal shifts you’re experiencing.”
Adam slipped his hand beneath Nigel’s
shirt. His fingers were cold, and Nigel shivered as they moved up his spine.
Above him, Adam huffed out a soft laugh.
Adam wasn’t wrong. Maybe it was part
of Nigel’s personality, or maybe it was his years of posturing to hide the fact
that he was an omega, but short of four days every month Nigel publicly took
the role of dominant partner. But then his hormones would shift and it
would come. Behind closed doors Nigel would find himself rubbing up against
Adam, as desperate for attention as a barn cat. It made his face go red just
thinking about it.
In a world of nature versus nurture,
nature always had to fucking win out in the end.
“You little shit,” Nigel
mumbled. He pressed his face into the soft skin of Adam’s stomach. “You
keeping notes about me like a science experiment?”
“No. I’m just stating an
“What other ‘observations’ have
you made about me, gorgeous?”
Adam ran his nails around the curve
of Nigel’s shoulder blade. Goosebumps sprung up on his skin. While Adam
considered the question, Nigel busied himself with wedging an arm between
Adam’s back and the sofa, so he could wrap his arms around his waist and keep
Adam smelled so sweet. Like soap, and
the spices he’d used while making their dinner. Nigel inhaled deeply, scenting
“You pretend to like beer, but
whenever we go out you end up drinking half of my cocktail instead. Your nose
twitches when you’re upset,” Adam said. “You seem to enjoy receiving
affection more than giving it, but you’re reluctant to admit it. You only ever
ask for it during your heat and I don’t understand why.”
Nigel turned his head, just enough to
peer up at Adam. Adam had taken his eyes off the TV entirely in favor of
watching his fingers move beneath the fabric of Nigel’s t-shirt.
Nigel nuzzled his stomach.
“Damn. Read me like a book, didn’t you?”
“No. The books I read are
difficult to understand,” Adam said with a smile. “You’re mostly very
Very carefully, Nigel untangled
himself from Adam’s lap so that he could sit up. He kissed Adam, nuzzling their
noses together when he drew back.
“What did I ever do to deserve a
sweet little alpha like you?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Adam said,
puzzled frown creeping onto his face. Nigel kissed it away. “But Nigel, if
you want affection from me, you don’t have to hold back until your heat. I
enjoy touching you and making you happy.”
“I know, darling. Old habits die
hard, I guess,” Nigel said. “You going to stay home and fuck me when
my heat gets here? Keep me feeling good?”
“Of course. My work has special
leave for mated alphas, you know that.”
Adam’s voice was serious, but the way
a grin played about the corners of his mouth told Nigel he was only winding him
up. Nigel stood and, before Adam could stop him, swept his alpha into his arms
and carried him off towards the bedroom. Adam laughed and clutched at his
“Then why not practice until
then?” Nigel asked and kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.
I have about six more prompts in my inbox waiting for fills, so I’m temporarily closing prompts until I get more of those done. For the full prompt list, check here!
“You sure about this, son?” Harlan raised a dubious eyebrow as he inspected a carryout box. He peeked in a container.
“It’s Friday,” Adam said sadly. “I try new things for dinner on Friday.”
Harlan watched as Adam fiddled with his tablet, cueing up his episode of Inside the Actor’s Studio. “Since when?”
“Nigel said it would be good to try new things once a week, at home. Where I can throw it out and make my food if I don’t like it.”
Harlan frowned, but nodded. “So, what are we eating?”
Harlan opened the container again. “Looks like mac n cheese.”
Adam tilted his head. “But it’s German, I think that counts.”
Harlan smiled, spooning the cheesy noodles on plates. “You, uh, you talked to him since the interview?”
Adam shook his head. “N-no. He doesn’t- He got his things and left.”
He hadn’t seen Nigel since the older man had left him on the street outside their interview. He’d phoned once, asking if Nigel wanted to have dinner. He received a text an hour later, telling him that Nigel had plans. Adam had thrown his phone and spent the next hour repairing it while humming quietly to himself. Nigel’s song served as a reminder that Nigel did get something out of their time together. That maybe Nigel hadn’t been faking the whole time.
“I’m sorry, Adam.”
"It’s OK. It was never a real marriage.“ Adam’s mouth ticked into a smile; he knew people reacted better when you smiled at them. “Just because I liked him sexually doesn’t mean he desired me that way. I don’t always read people well.”
Harlan reached out to pat Adam on the shoulder, but stopped when he saw Adam brace himself. “Well, now that you aren’t busy being fake married, why don’t you and I make some time, try to find you a job.”
Adam looked up from his noodles. “I got a job.”
Adam frowned. “Dr. Voss called Monday. She liked my specs. I start with Interorbital Systems January 2.”
“Jesus, Adam, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just did.” Adam went back to eating his noodles, poking at them speculatively before forking them into his mouth. “I don’t like this. I think I’m going to have mac n cheese.”
“Well send your kay-special my way.” Harlan smiled.
Adam handed him the plate and waited for Harlan to scrape the noodles off. He took the plate to the sink and washed it before retrieving his mac n cheese from the freezer.
“I’m really proud of you, son.” Harlan shoveled some of the noodles into his mouth. “You dad would be proud too.”
“OK.” Adam went back to pressing buttons on the microwave. He started humming as he waited for the food to heat.
It has taken me 23 times to post this here cause I am old. For @petalstofish@elanev91 and @levins18 who think I am funny. Hope you laugh on this shit holiday. ON FFN ps. thanks for the prank and name elle
Sirius Black was in a major dilemma.
It was his 6th year and it was February 9th.
As was tradition in Marauder land, Sirius was responsible for the Valentines Day Prank.
Through a variety of circumstances, all of which could be blamed on someone else, Sirius found himself less than a week away from the prank with not a fucking inkling of a plan.