#Just waiting on my test charms -sobs-
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hi there! I remember you having a talon blackwood charm design in your older shop from some time back. I was wondering if there was any stock left or plans to ever sell the design again?
Oh hello!
There are plans to bring him back, yes!
He'll be a part of the pre-orders that I have planned in the near future so keep your eye out > v<
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BETTING ON HER!
summary: trevor and jack make a bet that she could fall in love with him. the bet instead ends up with trevor in love with her and her heart being broken
pairings: trevor zegras x fem! reader
warnings: relationship bets, small argument, heartbreak
you would be lying if you said you didn’t like trevor zegras. he was cute, hot, had a toned body, very funny, very charming and a little stupid. you would also be lying if you said you weren’t shocked he asked you to tutor him.
it started after your calculus class. you were in honors and he was still stuck in pre-calc, failing. so he asked for your help. to which you gave him.
you started to tutor him every thursday and saturday. they soon became days you looked forward too. trevor knew how to make you laugh. he knew how to make you happy.
he knew how much this was gonna hurt if you found out about everything.
he found himself falling for you after every tutor session. he would pay attention to the way your eyes crinkled as you smiled. how your forehead slightly creased as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. how you would put on a proud grin because he got something right.
oh no.
this cant happen. he cant fall for you. this wasn’t the bet. no no no, the bet was that you fall for him. but he couldn’t help it. you were so pretty so perfect.
you looked especially perfect in his jersey for hockey games. you looked especially perfect sitting front row near his box, talking to him when he wasn’t on ice.
you looked so perfect watching him.
like you were made for him, like you understood him. oh how he fell hard. too hard. and so did you.
you fell like alice fell into wonderland. god you loved his perfect smile, his skill, his voice. you loved how he would get excited for getting his own problems right. how he would jump up and down with you because you told him you passed a hard test.
you loved how he made you feel. well, you did.
trevor ran a hand through his hair as he stood in front of jack. jack leaned against the lockers boredly as he stared down the empty hallway.
“you want to end it? man come on i want my 100 dollars.” jack whined.
trevor rolled his eyes, “im being serious, dude. the bets off, no more of it. im done betting on y/n”
jack scoffed before his eyes widened, eyes staring behind trevor. “what bet?” your voice cut through the air.
trevors eyes widened as he turned around. your face held every possible negative emotion it could. your eyes were watery. what made it worse was how you were wearing trevors hoodie.
“bab—“
“i was a bet?” your voice broke. “i was just a way for you to make easy money?”
trevor stepped towards you, hands reaching out for you. “no, no god no—“
you slipped his hoodie off, throwing it at him, along with ripping the necklace he gave you and throwing it to the floor. the crystal shattered.
“it was all a fucking lie?” you raised your voice.
trevor stared broken hearted at the necklace that lied in millions of pieces. you let out a choked sob. “i hope you go to hell, zegras.”
you turned around and walked away. “baby wait!” trevor shouted, but you kept walking.
you kept walking and only when you got to your car did you turn back, and he was nowhere in sight.
“so that 100 dollars..”
“shut up, jack!”
angsty n short im so sorry 😞
#trevor zegras x y/n#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras#anaheim ducks#anaheimcalifornia#jack hughes#hockey#nhl imagine#nhl#nhl hockey
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Mafia Boss Copia x Reader (Headcanons)
i cant find where i saw it but someone commented on one of my posts several days ago with 'evil copia' or smth and it's been stuck in my head. but also its me so he's evil but also a sweetheart so. here's evil copia and then i make him not-evil.
tw: implied/assumed infidelity, kidnapping (not by copia), violence/murder, copia makes a few oopsies and then does his best to make up for it, gn!reader
He would never raise his voice at you let alone a hand— could never in his life imagine doing such a thing to you. Others however? He almost relishes the way their bodies go slack when he’s had a hand around their throats for just the right amount of time.
He’s not a full on sadist, but he does enjoy causing pain to those he seems deserving. He has a strong (albeit a little twisted) sense of right and wrong and isn’t afraid to put down his believes.
The first time he meets you, he thinks that you’re such an angel that it has to be an act, there has to be something, a catch, anything. Humans are inherently folly, there’s no way someone as sweet and gentle as you exists.
You’re immediately charmed by him and he’s intrigued by you so he gives you a chance. He takes you out on a nice date and steals your heart without remorse, not knowing that you were giving it to him freely.
Things seem happy in paradise, he’s the perfect boyfriend, the most thoughtful partner.
Except he tests you, and each time you surprise him with patience and understanding. So he keeps on testing and testing, begins to go out with others and flirt around. He’s waiting for the jealousy, the rage, the pettiness— your true colors. He’s so sure he has it in the bag when one day he comes back with lipstick smudges on his neck and the look on your face is of pure horror.
Instead of the satisfaction and smugness of finally causing a reaction however, he only feels sudden waves of guilt, especially when your look of horror melts into a heartbroken despair instead of jealousy.
You don’t yell or scream or shout. You don’t accuse him of anything, you don’t ask him about the lipstick. Instead, you sink to your knees with a soft sob, hiding your face in your hands and trying to stifle your cries.
He doesn’t know what to do— not this scenario. This was not what he had expected and each sniffle you try to muffle before standing up and apologizing for making a scene makes him hate himself even more.
—
It hurts. Watching him with others, listening to him talk so sweetly and playfully while you’re only a few feet away. You try to convince yourself that it’s just the way he is, that’s his personality and you can hardly fault him for that, right?
You’re afraid of confrontation, of facing the truth when he’s everything you never thought you could have. When it’s just the two of you, he’s so silly and sweet. He treats you like royalty and holds you so gently. You’re so loved.
It must be you that’s the issue then, right?
The night he comes home with lipstick stains and hickies decorating his neck it’s lIke your world is ending.
He looks smug as all hell and you wonder to yourself— why?
Is it because he wasn’t satisfied with you? Was it your inexperience that he’s either bored or disgusted with? Was it because you weren’t good enough? Weren’t lovable enough?
Or was it that you were blind the entire time, that you ignored all the signs because you were just so desperate to be loved, so desperate to finally have this one good thing?
You’re too busy facing your biggest fears to see the look of regret and guilt on Copia’s face, too busy trying not to drown to see him reel in his own emotions, to watch his expressions flash from smug to uncertainty to guilt and regret, and finally to a resolve. A decision.
He pulls you into his arms and you want to fight him but you also can’t help but cling. Your sobs get louder and his arms tighten around you, beginning to rock you back and forth soothingly.
You eventually collapse against him, and still you don’t ask the unimaginable.
His words feel sugary as he comforts you— you’re not sure what to believe anymore— murmuring reassurances and promises that there’s only you, just you. No one else. He was a fool, he tells you, he was a stupid, stupid fool and it was just a dumb joke and he loves you wholeheartedly, adores you dearly. He’s not going anywhere.
But still. It doesn’t change the fact that those are another’s lipstick staining his neck, his collar. Another’s lips that bit and sucked those hickies into his skin. That marked him as theirs and not yours.
He manages to calm you down, until you’re only soft little sniffles and the occasional hiccup. That night he makes you something light for dinner; a comfort food with your favorite tea. He puts on one of your favorite shows and kisses your forehead before leaving to wash up. To shower and get rid of all the evidence of another’s claim on him.
He stands alone in the bathroom and stares at his reflection in his mirror. He wonders who he is now, if he’d fallen under your spell. But then he thinks about everything that is you— your laugh, your smile, your quirks. Your kindness, your patience, the sound of your voice.
He’s haunted by the look on your face when you realized he’d been marked by another and was unapologetic about it. He certainly is apologetic now. Regretful. Guilty.
He knows he’s a horrible man, a cruel one. He knows he’s done awful things. Learned from his father, his brothers. He decides that this is something he’ll never do again.
Never. Not to you.
When he’s fresh and clean, he dresses himself in comfortable sweats and seeks you out— you’re in the living room with your food that you’ve barely had much of. You’re not paying attention to the TV. You’re curled up on the couch.
Copia clenches jaw. He really is a bastard.
Gingerly, he coaxes you up and pulls you onto his lap so he can feed you. You’re reluctant but he manages to feed you at least half of dinner. Each bite you take is met with praise and words of love.
They don’t sink in, they don’t mean anything to you. Not anymore. You try to hang onto them, though. Try to relish the temporary affection you’re receiving while he’s still here. You’d be naive and foolish for thinking he’d stay, for thinking he’d love you unconditionally.
When you’re fed, he helps you change into comfortable pajamas; not protesting or commenting like he usually does when you pick out one of his oversized shirts for comfort. It’s the one that says ‘VVLGAR’ and you hope maybe when he finally leaves, maybe he’ll at the very least let you keep this one. A consolation prize.
He tucks you into bed and holds you close. Whispers his good night and love for you. You know it’s a lie but it’s nice to hear, to pretend it’s not.
Things change after that. He’s gentle with you, as if you’re spun from glass.
He never looks at another again, never touches or flirts again. Not in front of you, not behind your back either.
He could never do that to you again. He treasures you, loves you. He never wants to hurt you again.
Good things never last however, and you know it’s only a matter of time until he goes out to seek another’s warmth and company again. You spend months steeling yourself, letting yourself get used to the idea. It’s not healthy or good for you, but you’re so desperate to hold onto him that you think to yourself— if letting him sleep around and see others will keep him around longer, then why not?
Sure, the mere thought of it feels like a stab to the heart. Sure, you know that it won’t last forever and anyone you asked would tell you that it’s a bad idea.
But fuck— when he smiles at you and takes your hand in his, raising them to kiss your palm, to nuzzle with his cheek as he tells you how much he missed you while he was out, when he sits you in his lap and plays with your hair and teases you with light laughter and smothers you with kisses while you dissolve into giggles— you don’t want to give that up.
And you don’t have to, but you don’t realize that. Not yet.
Copia can see it in your eyes, when you’re having a good time and then suddenly you’re quiet and there’s a sadness in the way you cuddle close and tell him that you love him dearly. He always makes sure to squeeze you a little extra tight for comfort, telling you that he’s not going anywhere, never again.
It takes a while for you to finally realize that he’s telling the truth— it takes you getting kidnapped as leverage against him to convince you that maybe, just maybe, he’s not going anywhere. Not now, not soon, not ever.
It’s a bloodbath, the amount of carnage he sheds to find you. He takes down several of his competitors in the process— burning them completely to the ground without survivors. It terrifies the remaining rival groups into hiding for years after.
He finds you eventually, and oh the way he holds you, the way he almost collapses with relief to see you alive and breathing. You’re a little worse for wear but you’re okay. You’re going to be okay. He cuts the ropes binding you to the chair and sweeps you off your feet, refusing to let you walk even a single step. He carries you back to his house and calls for Aether, not trusting anyone else to be close to you.
Aether does an excellent job of healing your injuries before he dips, knowing that Copia is a little beyond bordering feral at this point. The entire time he’s been holding you in his lap, clutching you to him as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you tight enough.
He promises you that he’ll make sure that this never happens again, that you’ll be safe. He apologies to you, for putting you in danger just by being with him. He’s gentle with you for months and months to come— even more gentler than he usually is.
And throughout all of this, you know that you’re so completely and ardently loved and the next time he tells you, promises you, that he’s not going anywhere, that he loves you so so much— you believe him.
#the band ghost#copia#ghost band#ghost bc#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv x reader#papa emeritus x reader#cardinal copia x reader#headcanons
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I think one of the most frustrating things about being neurodivergent, for me anyway, is the inconsistency. My whole life, I've vacillated back and forth between seeing myself as an intelligent, popular, well loved person, and then I'll lose my drivers' license, say something hurtful, forget to pay a bill, or send an email at work to seven other people that completely exposes me as the world's largest moron, and I think "I can't be intelligent. In fact, I must be very stupid." I mean, what else am I supposed to think? All my life, people who do things like this are considered less intelligent, so that's the only template I have.
The thing is, half of me is very clever, hilariously funny, charming, and organized. Have of me is also clumsy, forgetful, socially inept, moody, and the worst, most horrible troll that ever lurked, pustule-covered, under a darkened bridge.
These two people are always inside me, waiting to assert themselves. Just at the moment when I truly believe that I've hacked this AuDHD thing, when I'm really riding high on that wave of success. When I remember everything I'm supposed to, and remember to get gas, and pay the internet bill on time, the Other One pokes it's head up, and then I'm a fucking mess.
Yesterday, I got home from a great day at work, where I'd contributed, and worked well with my team, and correctly answered oh so many questions. Then opened my mail, found out I was being sued for a car accident I'd been involved in due to distracted driving from 2 years ago. I look at the paperwork for roughly 5 minutes, the adrenaline allowing me to actually read it (not possible if I wasn't losing my shit with fear), but it doesn't make any sense, because it's purposefully obtuse legal language. I walk into the kitchen, freaking out silently, intending to test my roommate's chili, (because, when you find out you're being sued, the next thing you should do is eat) and drop the spoon on the floor, causing the tomato sauce to splat across the tiles. I proceed have a total meltdown where I begin sobbing, and yelling at my roommate not to come near me, not to even look at me, while I hyperventilate and spray the floor with disinfectant. I go from Self Contained Adult to Panicky Child in .2 seconds.
I am such a badass, and so in control of everything, and then I'm an irrational mess who sometimes hits herself out of frustration, and who can't add numbers higher than 12 + 12. I have tons of friends, lots of mutuals. I enjoy hobbies. I love my job. I love my roommate. I am absolutely privileged and blessed to live the life I live, but fuck, man, I wish I could just have it stay on the easier path for longer. Why is it always so inconsistent?
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hey! can i please request some fluff with harry potter? it can be anything you want! 💘
strawberry shortcake [hp x fem!reader]
word count — 2k (2, 954)
warnings — kissing, anxiety? overal no warnings
summary — you get a bad score and your loving boyfriend comes to the rescue to comfort you.
a/n — thank you for the request!! i couldn't think of an idea so i just came up with one from my own life. basically i had this test that i failed so my math grade from a b to a d.. and so i thought why not just use that and your request to create a fluffy harry x reader where he comforts the reader after a bad grade. i hope you enjoy. also i think i'd like to start writing on here again. and i swear i'll actually do ideas that you guys send me so please send any interesting ideas for me to do. also i tried to check for all grammar errors but im only human after all <3
you felt like your eyes were going to bulge out of your head when you saw your history of magic score. god save me, you thought.
you were stupid. you had a week to study, yet like you always do, you procrastinated and studied for 15 minutes before going to sleep.
and of course the material didn't stick in your head, so you got a poor score on the test. gosh not even poor, it was a tragedy. 13/45? come on. your grade was going to be a disaster. especially so close to break and finals. what were you going to do about it?
your mind was racing a million miles per hour thinking of anything that can help, but you kept running into obstacles.
how about i go during my free time for tutoring? you thought. yes that'll be great! oh wait. i need to go on my plant in herbology. scratch that. how about i beg for a retake? oh who am i kidding? he hates me he'll never let me re-take. maybe i can tell him a sob story, and then he'll have to be sympathetic and help in some way. i know he doesn't do extra credit but-
"hey y/n" harry said walking over to you with his messanger bag in hand.
you stood there frozen for a minute before looking up to say "oh.. hi harry..".
and well, harry could be oblivious sometimes. well, most of the time, but he saw the apathetic look on your face, and he just knew something was wrong. he was smart enough to know he couldn't ask you head on so he said,
"listen, y/n, i see something bothering you, so do you think you would want to go to hosmead after school with me to help you feel better? after all that's what i'm hear for" harry said.
"um... well... i... oh, forget it; yes, I'll come. meet me near the willow tree at 5 and we'll head there. maybe it will clear my mind. thank you again, harry," you said with a wide grin because at least you had someone who cared about you.
"no problem sugar, try to keep your head up till the rest of the day. ill see you later!!" harry said before winking at you and leaving the classroom.
you simply smiled back at him and began packing up your stuff to head out to your next class which was at the oppostie of the end of the school so you had to hurry before you were late.
the rest of the day passed by in such a blur. you didn't pay attention in any of your classes and just sat there in your seat like a statue. you almost ended up falling asleep in charms, but your partner bumped your elbow in time before professor flitchwick came by your seat and harassed you.
you couldn't wait to go to hogsmead with harry. you were having a terrible week, so you really needed this.
so you got to your dorm, did the usual stuff. put away your things, took a long shower, spent more than 10 minutes figuring out what you were going to wear, and just barely ran to the tree on time.
lucky for you, harry was just arriving as well, so you weren't late.
"hi sweetheart! im glad you made it" harry said after giving you a peck kiss on your cheek.
you felt your cheeks heat up, and pshh, whatttt that's just because of how cold it is outside since it's the beginning of november. totally not because of harry's gesture.
you still couldn't believe you scored with the pride of the school. everything that happened between meeting him and dating him was golden. you once believed that love would be black and white, but it's golden.
anyways you need to stop going back to the past and try to stay in the present more.
".. so i was just thinking we'd hit up the leaky cauldron and get a drink and then we can go anywhere you like. like if you have any errands to run. we could do that."
you smiled at him and said, "yes, butterbeer sounds great. "
he smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours.
you tightened your grip on his hand, and smiled to yourself. walking hand in hand to hogsmead.
you guys window shopped until you got to the leaky cauldron. harry being close with the bartender, got to get booth seats and two butterbeers for free cause it was "long over due".
you sat opposite of each other. playing tootsie and giggling at each other's stories about random things like first years.
you stayed there until your drinks were long over, and you guys just talked about whats going on in your lives.
and all too soon it started getting darker, so you had to start leaving. harry gave the bartender a big tip after he once again intertwined his fingers with yours.
you arms swang together as you shuffled closer to stay warm.
kicking the snow on the ground and living carefree.
walking and talking all the way till he reached your dorm door.
"so.. this is it for today. tomorrow we can go somewhere else, okay? so i guess it's good night love, sleep well-" he started before being interrupted.
"but i want you to stay!" you said, pouting.
"what?" he said, confused.
"yes, harry you heard me, i want you to stay." you said adamentally.
"but what about the enchantments?" he asked.
"oh don't worry hermione got those removed for all of us a long long time ago when she started dating ron"
"your kidding. you absolutey joking with me right?" he said looking ludocrus.
"no honey, im being 100% serious right now" you said smirking at his dumb expression.
"and nobody told me???? i wanted to sleep next to you the entire time, but i though the enchantments were going to block me. why didn't you say anything?" he said, now being the one who was pouting.
"i don't know why my love. and i'm so sorry; can we cuddle now?" you asked. eye lashes fluttering at him so pretty he just had to give in.
"oh alright, i forgive you" he said smiling.
"yay!" you said as you dragged him by the hand and onto your bed. he would've still be mad at you but how can he be when he sees those eyes of yours that just stare at him full of love, every single minute of your day?
"...and then eat and-hello? harry? HARRY! are you even listening?" you asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face to catch his attention
"oh! woops i'm sorry dove, i got lost in your eyes"
"oh please" you asked, blushing.
"no love, i'm being totally serious right now. they're my favorite part about you. they tell me everything i need to know before it even comes out of your mouth," he said, bringing his hand to caress your right cheek in a loving manner.
"well- i-" you sputter, trying to think of something to say.
"shut up" he says, in a demanding manner.
he pushed you onto the bed, so that your back was against it and he was on top of you. he was smirking and checking you out as you layed there.
and, to be honest, it made you.. feel things. warm cheeks and a fluttery feeling inside
you loved harry, he was a wonderful man. but God, he was so slow.
he never got any "action" in the love department before you. which you enjoyed because you liked the thought that you would be his first everything.
so far, nothing more than a heavy make-out session with some clothes off has happened. and you would never ever push him or force him to satisfy you until he comes to you.
and you'd wait as long as he made you but he was so dense sometimes.
like now. he doesn't even know the things he does to your insides as he looks at you like that.
"well are you gonna do something or just stare at me like that?" you ask.
he smiled and pressed his lips against yours. his soft velvety lips that have been bitten and chewed on were perfect against yours.
you ran your fingers through the side of his hair and pulled him close till he was one against your boobs.
his hand traveled to your neck, holding you until you had to break apart to breathe.
you giggled at his dazed expression and then pushed him over and straddled him so now you were on top.
now it was his turn to chuckle as he looked up at you with those gorgeous green eyes.
sparkling admised the red curtains and your bed sheets.
you couldn't help it as you smashed his lips into yours once again. it was safe to say you were completely mad for him as he grabbed your waist closer to him.
his hands roamed all over your body. squeezing and pinching and holding any part of your body he could reach. his hands werecoming over to squeeze your ass when-
"Y/N!!! Y?N?? WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT ME AND RON ARE- ohhhh..." hermione said as she barged into your shared dorm.
you broke apart so fast you must of his hit his head with your chin. ron stood behind hermione shell-shocked and she stood there with the doorknob in her hand speechless.
"im so sorry y/n oh my gosh. i can stay in ron's dorm tonight. don't worry about it. i-uhm have fun you two?.. hahaha bye."
and they slammed the door after that and you could hear them running away frantically. trying to erase the memory of each of their best friends getting it on.
you just sat there on his lap not knowing what just happened and he broke out in a loud laugh. that kind of contagious laugh that cheers everyone up.
you joined him in it and rolled him over so you were both lying on your sides facing each other.
"the l0ook on ron's face i- cant-t"
soon enough the laughing simmidered down and you both just stared at each other.
he was thinking of how lucky he was to have you when you interrupted his train of thought to say: "i actually have the matching pajama set that you got us for christmas last year remember? we couldn't wear it because we were so busy. why don't we wear it now?" you inquired.
"oh yeah! i remember! that's a great idea y/n!" he said, grabbing your cheeks in both hands, squishing them together "my baby's a genius isn't she" he baby talked to you and made you smile and laugh till your jaws hurt.
he then went to get the clothes for you. before yelling about how the girls dormitory had more room than the boys to which you giggled at from where you were on the bed. he then finally brought them back to your bed.
it wasn't anything much it had a snowman and snowflake print on the pants in a velvety soft material, and a ringer tee that said "oh deer"
you went into the bathroom to change happily. thinking about how you still went somewhere else to change even though it has been almost a year of dating him. you were still scared of him seeing you all barren like that and he didn't mind.
but if he was to say, he wouldn't mind you looking like that.
he cleared his throat and looked around to distract his thoughts of you before you showed up dressed looking the most perfect holiday angel.
he couldn't help but blush slightly as you sauntered over with a goofy smile on your face. he didn't like that it rendered his muscles into jello and his stomach to jump around like it did.
"come on now don't make me wait!" you said, giggling and jumping onto your side of the bed.
he smiled at you before joining next to you on the bed. he made himself more comfortable before he thought of something.
"do you want to go down for dinner love?" he asked
"hmphhh, i frogot about that. ughhhhhh do we have toooooo?? m' to comfortable." you said, pulling your blanket higher over you and melting into harry's side and the pillow.
he chuckled again, "that's just what i was about to say. don't worry i have it all sorted out"
he clapped twice before winky the elf walked out of thin air and bowed down to harry.
"hi there winky, how have you been?" harry asked genuinely.
"i've been good sir. how has master harry potter been?"
"i've been good. listen now, i have a request. can you bring us our dinner to our bed? i don't know if it's allowed but me and my girlfriend here don't want to walk down to dinner. can you do that?"
"sure winky can bring food for master harry potter and his girlfriend! winky would be delighted to be of service!"
"thank you winky i know i can count on you. could you also bring us two glasses of water and any dessert you have?"
"yes sir i'll be back here as soon as i can!"
and just like that she disappeared again leaving you guys in silence.
"well well well... look at you, with your own personal elf huh? what will hermione think?"
"shut up, winky actually likes to work and i'm just helping her to be in service" he said, and with that he pinched you.
"oww!! harry!! i know i was just teasing you. and you know actually in my house when you clap two times you either turn on or off a light not make an elf appear"
"oh yeah well-"
winky appeared out of thin air again with a tray in her hands
"here you are sir and sir's girlfriend. for your dessert like you asked i brought you somthing we had left over, strawberry shortcakes!! is this okay for master harry potter?" she asked.
harry grabbed it from her hand and placed in the middle of the bed.
"it's perfect winky thank you. you are dismissed now.
"thank you sir. if there is anything else you would like me to do winky will be glad to service you again!"
she disappeared out of the thin air she came from.
"alright then dig in my love" he said.
"thank you harry, you're a dear" you say.
he blushed at the nickname but ate nonetheless. until you got to the dessert, you guys sat in a comfortable silence. but just when you were about to dig in on the cake both of your utensils clinked as they were reaching for the cake at the same time.
you looked at each other and laughed.
"how about we do this? i know this might be a little cringe but i can feed you and you can feed me"
"ah yes be romantic in our bed with pajamas on, sure let's" harry said chuckling.
you shook your head with a smile and grabbed a piece on your fork, his mouth wide open and waiting. you gently pushed it into his mouth and brought it back out.
then it was his turn to dip his fork into the cheesecake and feed it to you like that. that kept altering until the cake was done. when it was done and about to be cleaned up you observed a small piece of frosting hanging on his chin.
you smiled to your self before putting your thumb into your mouth to collect wetness before wiping away the smudge.
he seemed surprised at first and then finally came to his senses.
he grabbed your wrist when it was just about to leave and pulled you closer. you look at him startled before he smashed his lips onto you once again. he pressed himself against you and warmed you up from the inside.
he tasted like strawberries and smelled like the leftover smell of a fireplace that's been extingushed.
you closed your eyes and gave in to his ministrations. allowing him to place you on your back on your bed again and kiss you like no tomorrow. you were panting as you broke apart.
that went on for a few more minutes till the high went off and he seemed embarrassed of what he did.
"harry. darling. don't worry. i liked it. if you hadn't started it, i would've" you said, caressing his arm.
he seemed to be reassured in your words and smiled at you. he put the tray away for the elfs to get in the morning along with your clothes to be washed.
you both set yourself comfortable and snuggled into the warm covers.
you wanted to face him but your back demanded to be faced the other way. you swore you had a back problem, and you were not even twenty!! so you faced your back to his face. thought he didn't mind. he actually preferred it this way because he could put his leg on top of you pull you closer to his chest.
you could feel his breath down your neck and his hand inching over your stomach lacing with yours. his face hidden among your soft hair.
you layed there content and belly full with the love of your life and delicious food. your bad score from the morning is a faint memory in the back of your mind. you can worry about that when exams come but for now life was good.
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#harry potter#harry james potter#harry potter x reader#harry potter x you#harry potter x y/n#harry potter imagine#harry potter one shot#harry potter blurb#harry potter fluff#harry potter x reader fluff#harry potter x fem reader
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Saiwa finally modified the Circuit Board from Arturo. It's compatible with the Astromech now and ready for testing.
That was about time. Arturo promised them this board would help them through this. Sai can't wait to finally get all their problems fixed!
Ji Ho is moving the chairs aside to make some space.
And Sai calls Jack.
Saiwa: "Jack! Come over and bring your little friend!"
...
Saiwa: "Not Logan! The tin can!"
Jack: "Don't call him like this :'( "
Saiwa sighs: "Ok, bring Tiny Can then..."
(The glances from Adriano and Little Goat ^^')
Jack: "Now you're glad we took him with us all the way from Selvadorada, right?"
Saiwa: "Maybe ;) "
It works!
But - that wasn't what Saiwa expected...
Saiwa: "Are you kidding me? A Therapy AI? How is this supposed to solve our problems? No one is mental here!"
Jack and Ji Ho: "..."
And that was when Saiwa had a complete breakdown.
All the months under extreme pressure take their toll now.
Vlad sensed over the Bond that something was wrong and came over. Sai was still screaming.
Vlad: "Ji Ho and I call the horses. We'll bring him away for a while."
Jack: "We can't bring Sai to the temple. He will kill Arturo ö.Ö' "
Vlad: "There is another place... get ready and pack for a few days."
They brought Saiwa to the bathroom to get ready and pack his stuff. And then he saw the birds 🐦 on the wallpaper...
And he freaked out again.
Jack: "Sai, get up. We're leaving. You'll be fine, hm? We're there for you."
Saiwa sobs: "We finally have a home now and can be together without the council on our heels. But the struggles just don't stop. It just goes on and on and on..."
Sai: "I can't do this anymore."
Jack: "You don't have to. We are going to take a break. Come."
Jack tries to remain strong for Saiwa. But he's right. For one step forward they take 7 steps back. It never gets better.
Ji Ho and Vlad had saddled the horses in the meantime and then they left.
Letting Saiwa go without being able to help him was the hardest thing Jeb ever had to do. But the others are right. There's nothing he can do for him now. Being near him would only make it worse for Saiwa.
And Kiyoshi felt guilty. Had they only left him in the tree. It's all his fault. They'd be better off without him but they are forced to stay here together.
Outtakes
'Talk to me straight, is it like this between friends?
Saying let’s date, are my qualifications or charm not enough?
When I stop this tsundere lifestyle and come at you, you
You throw a breaking ball as if you mean something
You plead the right to remain silent
I beat the drum and jang-gu (=The most widely used drum used in the traditional music of Korea) by myself
I think I know but then I don’t, you’re a nonsense quiz
Reveal your sincerity
Mental breaker Mental breaker
For a moment my fluttering gets flooded by huge confusion'
(Original lyrics are in Korean)
Mental Breaker - Block B
(Link above leads to a weird unofficial MV of this (also weird) song)
TMI: Block B is the group the real Ji Ho (Zico) is in. It's still easily my favourite kpop group and this is one of my favourite songs of them.
(It's been my wake up song for years! hahaha)
This is the beginning of the new chapter 'Therapy Game'!
I went through some of the experiences they'll make myself (and still do), so this will be an insightful and healing chapter for me.
And a therapy too, as so often :3
Try to remember: You are not alone. Don't give up and keep on looking for things and people that/who can (and will!) help you <3 Saiwa and Jack do not see it now but even if you think you only make tiny steps forward and huge steps back, you do make progress.
Try to look farther back. Like a year. Then you'll see it.
TMI: 'Therapy Game' is also the name of a BL manga series I enjoy 💞
From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest
🛺 'Home happy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here
📚 Previous Chapters:
Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28
#therapy game#underwater love#The Crappy Home#sims 4 for rent#ts4#sims 4 vanilla#show us your sims#tomarang#Spotify#sims#sims 4 story#simlit#simblr#sims 4#jeb harris#vlad tepesz#saiwa#giga#jack callahan#woo ji ho#kiyoshi ito#yang mal#diablo#lunatic#tyalindo
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1.001 words of pure crack, treated not nearly as seriously as I intended, prompted by @yeastinfectionvale with 'Uccio and Checo being twins, but make it dramatic'. Here it goes:
He couldn't quite remember who had suggested to do that 23 and me test, but the entire academy came together and Vale was doing it too. So Uccio couldn't just opt out. He wanted to be cool after all. And really, what spoke against it. Being from such a little place like Tavullia meant that everyone knew everyone and the only thing that Uccio really hoped to find out was the he and Vale might be related at least in someway?
One after the other, they opened their results and all seemed normal and right, they even got the Brasilian part of Franky right, but then when they got to his results, something was weird. It said he was half Mexican. Mexican? How could that be with how much he despised the Spanish language and anything associated with it.
But when it was right with Franky and Brasil, that had to mean it was right with him and Mexico too right? Everyone was confused and Uccio wanted to call his mother. Naturally everyone else wanted to hear the explanation too, so he was forced to stay and call his mother on speaker.
"Hello Alessio, my baby, what is up? Why are you calling me so late?", his mother asked him.
Bez and Cele were giggling he was still called 'my baby' by his mother. That got them a death glare.
"We all took DNA tests and it turned out I'm half Mexican. Any comment on that", he asked with spite in this voice, that usually only came out when he defended his family, Vale, against the great evil, Marc.
"Oh what, that must be a mistake. Neither I nor your father are Mexican!", his mother tried to play it down. But Uccio saw right through her, like he always saw the malicious intent of people.
"But is my father even my father?", Uccio shot back. And his mother's defence crumbled.
She was sobbing, tears rolling. Her son had never been supposed to find out. Nobody was supposed to know what happened when that hot shot from Mexico had suddenly showed up one day and like a whirlwind threw her world upside down.
"I never wanted you to find out. Of course your father is your father, he raised you, but your biological dad is someone else. His name is Antonio. He was charming, he was sweet and just everything I missed in your father. I am so sorry I never told you, but it was for the better. I didn't want to start a whole identity crisis for you. You know, because Salucci is not your biological father's last name. My one motto has always been: The main thing is that Alessio is well"
He swallowed hard. "Salucci isn't my right last name. I'm not actually Uccio. But who am I? What is my last name supposed to be?"
"It's Perez", his mother sobbed out.
"That's so Spanish. That's so typical in the Spanish language it's even in the Spanish Duolingo course as a standard example name", Pecco threw in from the side, not being helpful or considering of the crisis he was currently going through.
"Wait Antonio Perez as in the father of Checo Perez?", Valentino was the first to make the connection.
"That's exactly him. I can't watch Formula 1 without thinking about him. And your twin brother."
"My twin? I have a twin?", Uccio - was he even Uccio anymore, or was he now Rezo and needed to dye is hair blue because of an identity crisis - asked.
"His name is Sergio. He was so weak as a baby, he passed as a lot younger than he actually is. It's a miracle he actually made it. And look at him now, sometimes winning races in F1 of Max isn't able. Or Carlos", she wept.
"Checo Perez is my twin? But isn't he ten years younger than me give or take?", the half Mexican asked.
"Like I said, he was very week as a baby, it was easy to pass him as younger."
"So what you are saying is that not Fernando, but Checo is the oldest driver on the grid?", Valentino double checked.
"He is. My sweet little angel. I haven't seen him in so long."
Uccio ended the call with his mother after that. He always thought he was her only sweet angel, but now that.
"I need to get in contact with him. How, how can I do that?"
"We could get in contact with Marc, he was good ties to the RedBull F1 team."
"No, not Marquez. I have a reputation to loose here, not you. I can't ask him."
"Well alternatively, we could try Lewis. See if Checo is in the WhatsApp group with all drivers."
"That, let's do that."
Valentino and Uccio went somewhere more private to call Lewis Hamilton and not even 10 minutes later, they had the phone number of the mexican and apparently also half-italian driver.
It took a few rings until Checo picked up, confused as to who was calling him.
"Hi, this is Alessio. The best friend of Valentino Rossi. We got your number from Hamilton. I'm calling because. Because I just found out I'm your brother. Your twin brother."
"My. My what?"
"I'm your twin. We were separated shortly after birth. Your father took you back to Mexico, away from my mother and away from me. I can't believe I finally found out."
"But what does that mean? How old does that make me? I have to be 40-something."
"Yeah, you are. I am so happy to have finally found you. I always felt like a part of me was missing. Like my family wasn't complete. But now you are there and it all makes sense."
"I know what you mean. How could they have never told us? We could have met so much sooner!"
"It doesn't matter", Uccio said, voice strong, though the emotion in it was clear. "Because we have found eachother now, brother."
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I formally want to apologize to anyone. Especially to anyone who understood the accidental Rezo reference (for context, there is a very, very well known German YouTuber, with blue hair, which is basically his trademark), this was not done on purpose, I typed out Rezo, before realising what I had actually just typed.
Let me end this with another quote two quotes with great German popculture relevance:
1. Hauptsache Alessio geht es gut (The main thing is that Alessio is well) said by a famous German rapper over the child of a very bad German musician.
2. Weil mein Ruf kaputt geht, ned deina! (I have a reputation to loose here, not you!) Quote fro the father of said Alessio, the very bad German musician Piedro Lombardi.
And I think that sums up this entire experience quite well. Because whatever repution I had, I have probably now lost. Thanks for indulging in my crack
#motogp rpf#idk if I should even tag it like that#uccio salucci#cp11#slander of both of them really#please don't read if you like either 🫶🫶
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A beardful
Rick Flag x Reader
A/N: Wow… once I’m fixated… I’m fixated…
Genre: PG-13, master of fluff (I like to think)
Notes: A short piece in which Dad Rick attempts to get closer to the newest addition of the family - even if it means shaving his beloved beard…
“Hey darlin?”
You poke your head out of the kitchen to see your husband frowning at the mirror.
“What’s up?”
“Should I shave?”
You raised your brows at the unexpected question. “Well, where did that come from?”
Rick turns to you. “Robin isn’t letting me give him kisses or come near him for that matter,” he glumly tells you about his failed misadventures with the family’s newest addition. “I think it’s the beard.”
You take a look at your husband. Honestly, you didn’t mind the lumberjack look he had. In fact, you adored the slightly grizzly man in front of you.
“Give it time honey, maybe Robin hasn’t got used to that feeling. Besides, I think you look hot.” You purred, walking closer to him.
“You sure have a way with words.”
“You know I’m right.”
Rick sighs. “But either way, I’m going to make sure Robin gives me that kiss before he’s completely under DuBois charms.”
You couldn’t imagine the former marksman once notorious for his brutality trying to compete with your husband to get your newborn’s attention. Now that was something you needed to see.
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As you chopped the vegetables in the kitchen, you made cooing noises at the baby who was inside the playpen at the living room. Robin giggles, before rolling around with his stuffed hamster plushie that Cleo had gifted.
The door opens, and you prepare for the onslaught of what were to be your twins, husband and Robert.
“Mama! Mama!” Your twins yell in unison. Like the little cannonballs they are, they almost ran face first into you.
“Woah! What’s the rush there Lightning McQueens?” You set your knife aside to see the identical gleeful looks on their faces.
“Papa shaved! It’s so smooth now! Like the ice rink you took us to last winter!” Freya, the more descriptive of the two starts to pull you by your apron.
True enough, behold a cleanly shaven Rick Flag grinning at you.
“Well look at you! You clean up nicely.”
Robert sets the shopping bags on the table. “Let’s just hope little bugger recognizes his old man here.” You let out snort as you removed your apron.
“Let’s put that to the test shall we?”
As the two men busied themselves in the kitchen, you went back into the living room to retrieve Baby Robin who was babbling at you happily.
“Come on big boy,” you stretched into the playpen to scope him out. “Papa’s back home.”
At the mention of Papa, Robin’s eyes lit up. The little boy clapped his chubby hands happily, squirming around in your arms.
“Where’s my little Prince?” Rick’s southern drawl came behind the fridge as you walked into the kitchen to sit Robin on his high chair. Robert waits beside you with bated breath of this unpredictable outcome.
Robin gurgles, hands waving around as if to signal his father of his presence. Rick finally closes the fridge door and the two make eye contact.
“Hey buddy!”
Robin blinks, and starts looking around causing Rick to be confused.
“Whatcha looking for bud? Papa’s over here.”
But Robin sees you and reaches out with grabby hands. You decided to try a new approach. Lifting his chubby body out of the seat, you walk over to Rick.
“Papa’s here Robin!”
It’s hilarious really, from Robert’s point of view as he sees the poor little chap not recognizing his cleanly shaven father. Lips wobbling at the thought of being whisked away by a stranger, your baby boy starts to burst into sobs.
You rock him back and forth, hushing him with soothing noises.
“That’s not a scary man, that’s your Papa!”
Robin doesn’t seem to be able to process this as his cries bounces off the walls.
“Alright there chap! Come on lemme hold you for a second.” Robert takes his godson from your arms, turning Robin’s body to face him while the two of you stood by.
When Robin realized that he was being held by his favorite uncle, the cries had slowly subsided.
“Well would you look at that!” Robert guffaws. “Knew you were something ya little bugger!”
Robin reaches out a hand to feel Robert’s beard, breaking out into giggles. You figured your husband would need much comforting after seeing the sight in front of him.
“My old friend. I knew it when he saved me back then in the battle of Qurac.” He tells you glumly. “I knew that god would make me pay Robert back one day. I never knew it would be this cruel.” Rick shuffles over to you with puppy dog eyes before burying himself in your shoulder.
“Aw… come on, it’s not that bad.” You and Robert make eye contact and you try your hardest not to laugh. “Give it a little time.”
You wished you had said that a little earlier for Robin gives a huge smooch at Robert’s request. Rick gives you a dead stare, daring you to refute him.
“Okay… maybe I stand corrected.” And the two of you break into laughter in front of a very dismayed husband and a confused baby.
#rick flag#rick flag x reader fluff#rick flag x reader#rick flag fluff#dad rick flag x reader#dad rick flag x reader fluff#colonel rick flag#colonel flag#joel kinnaman#the suicide squad
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So uuummm could I humbly ask for some thoughts on Avery x Echo for that OC ship game 👀 (hopefully Tech won't be too annoyed 🤣)
Deeja my lovely!! I’d love to give those thoughts! (Tech will live 🤣🤣)
I definitely think she and Echo would have hit it off! They have a shared propensity for chaos lol.
You didn’t specify so I’ll HC for her meeting him pre-Citadel AND meeting him with the Batch!
Buckle up because this is a long one lol!
Pre-Citadel meeting:
ARC Troopers often deploy independently of the legions and companies on highly sensitive missions. However, ARC Troopers need medics too. Which is how Avery ends with the chaos Domino Twins.
The moment our boys meet her they put on the charm, dropping “mesh’la” and “ner saraad” and “cyar’ika” at every opportunity. She’s rolling her eyes but flattered. However when they start briefing her on the mission and Echo reveals just how skilled a tactician he is and how exceptionally intelligent he is well… ✨competency kink activated✨
In the two to three standard rotations it takes for them to arrive at their destination, Avery finds herself drawn more and more to Echo. Sideways glances are shared, she’s giggling at his jokes, and she’s standing just a little closer to him all the time. And she, like the rest of us, thinks the kamas and paldrons are sexy af.
And Echo and Fives obviously notice. Echo amps up that cool charm and Fives is encouraging it in the most obvious fashion that he can because they’re men, not just numbers and Fives will ensure his vod is happy
The mission goes almost perfectly. Until they encounter some unexpected B2s and Echo is hurt. It is then that he discovers he too, has a competency kink. Avery skillfully patches him up once safely aboard the ship en route to base. Echo is impressed at how capable she is and how effectively she heals him using the force. He also enjoys being so close to her as she fusses over him.
During a wound check and dressing change he makes his move. As she’s running her usual battery of tests he cups the back of her neck, bringing her in for a chaste kiss. She’s caught entirely off guard and it takes a few seconds for her to process what’s happening but once she does it evolves into a full on make out session.
Fives walks in on them and asks Echo which reg manual taught him that. Echo throws a glove at him.
Avery and Echo have secret rendezvous every time they are both on Coruscant and she does her best to be assigned to any missions Echo is sent on.
Unfortunately she was stationed on a hospital frigate when he and Fives were sent to the Citadel.
Fives gives her the news. She’s furious with Anakin for leaving his body which unintentionally reveals their relationship.
Anakin is the one who contacts her about Skako Minor. “Rex thinks Echo is still alive. We are taking a small team to try and find him.” She’s there. He didn’t even ask her to come. But she’s there.
The moment she lays eyes on him she’s rushing to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing. Rex is peeved because now he has another secret relationship he has to hide. Anakin is happy he’s not the only Jedi banging someone. The Batch don’t really care because when do they ever follow orders?
They resume their relationship as before until Order 66. Avery escapes and hides out in Ord Mantell knowing Echo will get the Batch there eventually. Then they join Rex, save everybody and nothing bad ever happens to them again 👉🏻👈🏻
If they met post O66
Avery would have joined Chuchi in her efforts to fight for clone rights
Which is how she’d meet Rex and become part of his secret network
She’s the contact the Batch have to meet in an extraction of more of their brothers.
During the course of the mission, she and Echo get separated from the rest of the Batch. While in hiding waiting for their pick up they bond over their shares passions (freedom fighting and fucking over the Empire mostly.) He’s touched by her story about Aay’han and respects how much she cares for and has sacrificed for the safety of his brothers. She finds him charming and funny under his grumpy exterior. They spend the cold night cuddling for warmth (ahhh such a delicious trope). And by morning they’ve started making googoo eyes at each other.
When Echo finally joins Rex, the two of them become the dynamic duo power couple of clone freedom fighting!
Ragu List: @secondaryrealm @sev-on-kamino @dystopicjumpsuit @mooncommlink @moonlightwarriorqueen @sunshinesdaydream @starrylothcat @starqueensside @mandos-mind-trick @multi-fan-dom-madness @808tsuika @msmeredithrose @trixie2023 @wolffegirlsunite @mythical-illustrator @wings-and-beskar @wizardofrozz @ladyzirkonia @eyeluvmusic21 @523rdrebel @idontgetanysleep @clonemedickix @isthereanechoinhere96 @littlemissmanga @sinfulsalutations @the-bad-batch-baroness
#you asked#and the pineapple answered#oc ask game#oc ship#OC ship game#star wars#the bad batch#the clone wars#tbb echo#arc trooper echo#oc: avery leto
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Daddy's Girl - Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky
Warnings: Ectopic Pregnancies are a very large part of this fic, please be cautious if you decide to read this. Also, this is just angst and sadness, so uh I’m sorry.
Words: 2,155
Summary: Whoever said third times a charm was a liar and Ice wanted to punch them in the face. (Kazansky!Reader)
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“I hate this.” She moaned, eyes scrunched shut as tears left them. Her chest heaving and knees aching from the sudden collision with the bathroom tile.
He grimaces, rubbing her back for another moment before offering her a hand up. “I know, baby.” He finally responds as she takes a swig of mouthwash.
Leaning against the doorframe he watches her through the mirror, waiting for her to be done.
“This is the third time.”
“I know, and I’ve got an appointment in two days. Probably some bug that I picked up.” She waves off his concern. She had one that was slightly similar to this a year or two ago. It had taken her a week to recover and a bag of fluids but she had been alright.
“You’re late. You should’ve gotten your period two weeks ago. I think you’re pregnant.” Hesitation laces every word, but he can’t help the excitement he feels at the idea of her being pregnant. Of him being a dad, of them being parents. He knew it was soon, they had barely been doing whatever this was for three months. But he liked Y/N, could see them being great parents together.
He doesn’t expect the way the words make her freeze before suddenly she’s pushing past him.
He calls her name, following after her as she walks through the house. When she doesn’t say anything, he calls it again, and this time he gets a response as she picks up her car keys.
“I need to go.” Is all she says, before leaving out the front door.
It leaves him frozen. Staring after her. And by the time he can move again, her car is long gone and he can see her phone and bag still resting on the kitchen counter.
She doesn’t really know where she’s going until she gets there. Until she’s parked in a familiar driveway and knocking on a familiar door. When the door opens she rushes into familiar arms and breaks in them.
The arms hold her tight, taking her weight as if she’s nothing. Hold not loosening even as the door is shut and they move to the living room where she’s placed on the couch before being joined and held again.
It’s quiet with only the sound of a clock ticking and her sobs. She doesn’t know how long she sits there, a hand rubbing soothing circles up and down her back before she finally speaks.
“I might be pregnant.” Her voice cracks after the first word and the grip on her tightens and even though she’s far too big and old for it, she’s pulled into her father’s lap.
“What happened, sweetheart?”
“I’ve been throwing up the past few days and I missed my period.” She presses her face deeper into his shoulder, taking a breath before continuing. “I didn’t even notice.”
“Have you taken a test?”
She shakes her head, “I just came here.”
He nods, pressing a kiss to her head. “There’s still one in the bathroom.”
As she leaves to go to the bathroom, Ice can’t help but think about the first time he had learned his daughter, his only child, was pregnant.
Answering the phone, he can’t even be bothered to take his eyes off the paperwork in front of him.
“Is this Tom Kazansky?” A hesitant female voice asks, catching his attention.
“This is he.”
“I’m calling about your daughter, Y/N, Mr. Kazansky. She was admitted a few hours ago here at Paradise Valley Hospital.”
“What happened?” He demands, standing up, already halfway through the door.
“I can’t tell you over the phone but once you arrive at the hospital, we can discuss what happened.”
“I’ll be there shortly.” And without saying anything further he hangs up on the nurse.
Arriving at the hospital, he already knows that he’s going to get mailed a ticket for running a red, maybe two, but his anxiety is at an all-time high. This wasn’t the hospital closest to the base that was technically a navy hospital where he could easily throw around his weight. This was a pure civilian hospital. His status as an admiral wouldn’t get him anywhere unless some former military was on the staff.
It takes far too much time for the receptionist to tell him what floor his daughter is on and when he gets to that floor and asks the nurse at the desk where his daughter is and what happened, the sad smile makes his stomach clench.
“Let’s go somewhere more private, Mr. Kazansky.” She says, rounding the desk to start ushering him to a small private waiting room that’s empty. “I’m the nurse assigned to your daughter, I can tell you what happened, or we can wait for the doctor to tell you.”
He shakes his head at the offer. He didn’t want to hear the news from a doctor. Not when he had a nurse that was more than competent in front of him. “What happened to my daughter?” His voice is rough and there’s tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
“Your daughter arrived here over an hour ago. She fainted while at a store and was transported here by an ambulance. When we ran tests we found out that she was experiencing an ectopic pregnancy and the doctor on call, Dr. Wilson rushed her to surgery and she came out of surgery just a few minutes ago and is recovering.
He nods, but his mind is stuck on the words ectopic pregnancy, he had heard of it before, but what exactly was it? Voicing the question, he’s thankful when the nurse doesn’t blink at him not knowing.
“An ectopic pregnancy is when the egg doesn’t plant itself in the uterus but outside. When someone experiences an ectopic pregnancy, sadly the fetus is unable to survive. Surgery isn’t always needed, but in the case of your daughter it was. But the surgery went perfectly and she should wake up soon. I can take you to her if you’d like?”
“Please.” He whispers.
Entering his daughter’s room, he rushes to her side. Sitting on the edge of the chair and taking her hand in his. Tears start falling as he looks at his little girl in a hospital bed. She had never had a surgery in her life until this, and it killed him that he wasn’t there before she went in. Hadn’t been there to hold her hand, kiss her forehead, and tell her everything would be okay.
He’s broken out of the painful memory of his daughter coming back into the room and sitting next to him. “It’s positive.” She whispers, and his eyes close at the words.
He wants to curse, but he doesn’t. Instead just holding out his arm for her to lean into him. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I can do this again for the third time, dad. I don’t think I can handle it.”
Tom doesn’t mention that it could be okay, not after the last time.
Her first time she had been somewhat fortunate enough to know that she wasn’t pregnant. It had hurt her when she woke up from surgery and found out what happened, but the second time. He felt like she just got back on her feet from what happened. Had just gotten back to somewhat normal.
“What do you want to do?” He asks. He was willing to ignore it for a while if she wanted or he’d drive her straight to the base and demanded that the doctor give her an ultrasound if she wanted to find out now.
“There’s a women's clinic by the base that I’ve passed a few times. I think I should go there and get checked out. I can’t put it off.”
“Okay.” His voice is soft.
“Will you come with me? I don’t want to go by myself.”
“Of course.”
As they leave the house, he texts his secretary telling her that he might be unavailable for the next week and if that happens to pull any favors needed. She sends a single okay and he knows that she’ll somehow manage to get him over a week off with no favors being pulled if it came down to it.
Alex had been the best hire the Navy had ever made as far as he was concerned. And he knew that for the rest of the day he wouldn’t receive a single text or call regarding anything, excluding Maverick. If somehow Maverick managed to get into trouble today, he’d be pulling the man away and making him stay grounded for the rest of the month. Maverick had gone too long without taking any of his vacation days and he was due for more than a few Kazansky dinners.
When they get to the clinic, he ignores the looks from other patients in the waiting room, who are looking at his daughter clinging to his arm as they walk to the front desk.
“How can I help you?”
“I, I need an ultrasound. I took a pregnancy test and it was positive.” She leans down a little not wanting the whole room to hear her next words. "I’ve been pregnant two times before and they were both ectopic.”
She nods, clicking away at the computer. “Alright. I’ve got a few forms you’ll need to fill out, but no one is waiting for an ultrasound right now, so as soon as you're done filling them out, you’ll be called back.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” She smiles, handing over the mentioned forms.
Sitting down in the uncomfortable chairs, Tom hands her a pen as she begins to fill out the forms. Only taking them from her when it gets to billing and she starts to reach for her purse but doesn’t find it. He quickly fills in his details for payment after checking the no insurance box. He had more than enough money to pay for an ultrasound and anything else that would be needed.
“You didn’t need to do that.” She says when he returns the forms.
“You don’t need to worry about it sweetheart.”
As they’re called back to the ultrasound room, his arm is grabbed before he can begin to sit back down and he wordlessly goes with his daughter.
Sitting beside her, he keeps his eyes on the ceiling as Y/N quickly explains when her last period was and her previous history as she pulls her shirt up and pants down.
“Sorry dad.” She mumbles, laying back down on the bed, paper crinkling.
He keeps his eyes up, but reaches for her hand, holding it. “It’s alright, sweetheart.”
The room is quiet other than the sounds of the ultrasound machine and soft words from the technician. A few minutes pass before the wand is being placed back in its holder. “I’m going to go show the doctor the images and she’ll tell you what she found.”
“Okay.” She nods, cleaning up her stomach before sitting up straight, letting her shirt fall to cover her stomach as the technician leaves.
When the doctor comes in twenty minutes later, Tom doesn’t say anything when the grip on his hand tightens painfully before she falls into him and cries. He only nods at what the doctor says, confirming that he understands.
He doesn’t say anything the whole way home, not even when they get back to his house and he makes her lie down on the couch, covering her with a throw. Just pressing a kiss to her forehead, before heading to the kitchen.
He leans against the counter, face tilted down as his own tears start to fall. He wants to curse and scream at the world, because what kind of fucked up shit was this? How was this far in any way shape or form?
Pulling out his phone he sends a text to his secretary, just a basic I need a week. She sends a single okay back before another quickly follows. Telling him that an admiral is sending Maverick to a new program that hasn’t been fully approved and doesn’t need a pilot that’s worth as much as he is. He doesn’t hesitate to send a text back saying to pull him. Knowing that Alex will know that he means he wants Mav back in fightertown with him, grounded for a month. The next text is just the word understood and he tucks his phone back away, taking in a shaky breath.
He had a daughter that needed his full support and a pilot that was going to try and fit him on being grounded. He could only hope that Mav would just have to look at him to not fight him on his decision. He didn’t know if he had the strength to say out loud what happened today.
He didn’t know if he’d ever have the strength.
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At Long Last ~ Campaign End
Looking ahead, there she was right in front of us. Encased in her bed of amber, as though she were simply sleeping.
“Heart, we're right here,” I assured while stepping forward, readying myself beside the amber.
I then turned towards the party, and we prepared our move. Our trade. With the stake I'd plunged into his heart, Strahd could only watch from within the ebony around him as we shoved him inside his coffin into the liquid surface the amber had taken on. As it accepted our offering, I would see Heart being pushed out to the side. Where I waited with open arms as she collapsed into me.
Her warm skin against my own felt almost unreal. Holding her, I trembled, afraid I might not have the strength to embrace her. Though that's all I wanted to do.
So, shivering or not, I looked upon the young woman held In my arms. My gaze fell upon her face, knowing I could fully see because of her. Knowing I had gone through everything, endured every fight, in hopes of finding her.
The blade I kept at my hip had bonded with me, seeking a good hearted soul to wield it. Yet this paled in comparison to how she humbled me right then.
I'd been told only someone pure of heart would have been taken as she had been. Strahd had claimed to not want her during our bout. I now recalled my response, knowing without a doubt that Heart would not have wanted a cretin like him.
She'd come here seeking a way to help me, to find magic to guide me somehow. Her own bravery was tested without a second thought. Her faith in something greater than the both of us held strong. As well as her faith in whose heartbeat she could feel as she clasped the sapphire so tightly in her hand still.
Through everything, she had chosen me. No matter what he ever said or did, Strahd could never take this away from me. His charms proved worthless to her.
Yet even these thoughts quickly fell away as I held her up, realizing this wasn't a dream this time. She was at long last in my arms again, my hand steady at the base of her neck while I leaned forward. Until my lips brushed gently over hers, my breath whispered to her, “I'm here, sweetheart.”
Before I closed that distance between us with a gentle kiss.
For a moment I didn't know how to react when I then felt fingers caressing my cheek, gingerly grazing near my deepest scar. My remaining organic eye widened in brief alarm, before sinking into the kiss I was now being pulled into. As Heart awoke to return this gesture of affection just as deeply.
Nearly breathless, I finally pulled away, gasping softly, “I love ya, Heart.”
A warm smile was there on her face for me to find, as she answered every prayer I'd given since we'd been separated, “I love you too, Duke.”
With this promise whispered into the air, Heart then threw her arms around me. The both of us embracing one another, as I crumbled to my knees. Before I even realized it, my vision half blurred as I sobbed silently into her hair. My fingers grasped at her long hair, cupping the back of her head in my palm. While my other hand grasped at the fabric of her tunic, assuring myself this was real.
As real as her own hold on me, her words soft, but assuring, “You stole me away from this.”
“I wasn't goin’ to give up,” I swore, giving her a light smirk that she knew so well, as she mirrored it.
“I knew you wouldn't.”
Heart then embraced me, the both of us holding on as tightly as we possibly could. At long last, the aching of loneliness washed away from my skin and bones as she stroked my long, dark hair. The guilt I'd been harboring was chased away by her soft lips caressing my cheek. Until my sobs trickled into cheerful laughter, as I stood, still holding her. My head nuzzled gently against her chest, as the sound of her heartbeat caused any lingering nightmares to at long last be forgotten.
Then I softly asked her, “Are ya ready for a weddin’, if you'll still have me?”
A delightful giggle bubbled up from her lips as Heart replied, “Of course, I will.”
She wouldn't need to hold that sapphire to know that my own heart skipped a beat at that moment. A soft chuckle finding its way from my throat as I asked my found friends, “You're all invited to a weddin’.”
The wedding night I had yearned to see, as it at long last came to pass.
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OUAT Thoughts Pt.64--Episodes 20-22
I have watched through S6E22; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.
I cannot believe how close I am to the end :( And I’ll never be able to watch this stuff for the first time again. Bummer.
—Y’all I just cannot believe they dared to give us a musical in the same episode where they didn’t kill Emma and let her marry Hook. It was very cool of them to give me a tiny bit of happiness before destroying me completely.
—Curses/spells don’t usually cross borders, so my only reasonable guess is that Zelena sang for reason other than because she’s an extra witch. Props to her.
—I’m going with, most if not all of them were actually singing, not having a dub. Regina sounded pretty bad, although she could hit the growly effect. Emma was kinda nasal, but actually pretty good when she didn’t try too hard. David was shockingly great. Clear sound, excellent high notes, solid control. Snow’s voice is, like the rest of her, just adorable.
—When Hook sang my heart just about exploded. How do you make an attractive man even more attractive? You get him to sing. And babes, can he ever hit those high notes!
—Also, I now wanna see him in crocodile-skin Crocs.
—The music was good, too. I love Snow and Charming’s duet, because they have that match-made-in-heaven harmony sound, and the words are great. (Also, I just love that they woke up confused as heck about the singing.) I also love Hook’s song. There’s something about it that’s the right kinda piratey, and it was right in the sweet spot of his range, and the lyrics were clever.
—Why are there dragons squatting in the giants’ house?
—I’m kinda sad Emma didn’t get to wear Snow’s wedding dress, but I will concede that Emma’s is prettier. And the lace headpiece attached to the veil? YES.
—And their wedding party was awesome. I love that Zelena and Regina were dancing together…am I maybe starting to like Zelena just the world’s tiniest, teeniest, most microscopic little bit? I’ll never say for sure!
—Lol Charming called Hook son…in-law. They should have more adventures together, they’re hilarious.
—Having Rumple go to find Gideon’s heart on his own was a stroke of pure genius. His ultimate test is being able to do the right thing when there’s nobody there to see it and judge him for doing the wrong thing. And having the Dark One (early-on Dark Rumple, might I add) (it feels important, I just don’t know why) (oh wait maybe it’s because that’s the Rumple who chose power over Bae?) (Damn bro my feels will never recover) to physically represent his inner struggle was amAzing.
—I love that Belle was immediately there to comfort Rumple. He tried to do the right thing and it still didn’t help their son. I imagine that hurt Belle for Gideon’s sake, but I think it must’ve also meant a lot to her on Rumple’s behalf. And of course he was all broken up about it, because the one time he was able to choose protecting the family he had over power and the possibility of more, it still didn’t change anything.
—Rumple has now committed both patricide and matricide. Good for him.
—It was nice to see Jasmine and Aladdin again.
—“When Good and Evil both did the right thing” stop I just can’t! *sobs facedown on the floor* *literally crying you a river* It wasn’t about one defeating the other, it was both of them choosing the better path! I just! CAN’T!
—And Rumple and Belle got a second chance to raise their son! This a tear-fest of mega proportions!
—And at the end when they were all having dinner at Granny’s together!
—Emma finally did what she was brought to Storybrooke to do. She brought back all the happy endings. She and Hook got theirs when they got to be married without either of them dying. Regina got hers, in two different ways: being named Queen of the town, and other!Regina getting to be with other!Robin. Snow and Charming got theirs, her teaching and him getting to have a little farm to raise Neal on. Rumple and Belle *sob* *inelegant snuffle* even got their happy ending being together fr, him having done Good👍, and them getting to start over with Gideon.
—Oh they even used the Beauty and the Beast song again. I love it!
—For a hot minute, when Rumple killed the Black Fairy (yay!) and did the light-wave thingie (and broke the curse) I was worried that would make him the Savior, and then Gideon would have to kill him. That’s, like, the worst-case scenario.
—Frankly, if the show had stopped here, I probably wouldn’t have minded. We could’ve ditched Henry’s kid, whatever fresh hell is coming in season 7, and just ended with everybody getting their happy endings. 10/10.
—I may have to consider un-head-canonizing the last season if it sucks. Which may include: Everybody dying; Henry being a huge dumbass; Relationships being inconsistent; Rumple being bad again. A fun thing about being a fan? I get to pick the parts of canon that I like to revisit, and I can just not look at the rest (although I will still complain about once, or if it continues to cause problems later on).
—I can’t believe we’ve gotten this far and Mulan’s fate is still undetermined. My girl better get a happy ending in this last season.
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solace.
| sirius black x reader | fluff | slight angst |
anon requested. Sirius black x reader where reader and him are best friends and he’s basically very soft w/her and for her
cw: smoking
You thanked your professor before gathering your things and slipping from his office. You hurried through the dark corridors, looking up at the moon through the arches.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s late,” Dumbledore warned as he passed you in the hall.
“I’m headed to bed now. I had a late session with professor Cloud,” you apologized and he waved you off.
You slipped into the Gryffindor dorms, spotting the brunette draped over a velvet couch.
“Y/N!” Your best friend sat up and you jogged over.
“I’m sorry, Cloud kept us forever,” you sighed, dropping your bag onto the floor and sitting beside him on the couch.
“Don’t worry. I’m happy to wait up for you.” He laid down with the top half of his body draped over your lap. The two of you were curled up in front of the fire, and you smiled at the cup of tea Sirius had kept hot for you.
You two were the only ones in the common room, everyone having gone to bed in the late hours.
“How was your potions test today, Siri?” You asked, your hand gently rubbing his back over the thin t-shirt he wore.
He relaxed in your arms, stormy eyes gazing up at you.
“I did well, I got the highest marks,” Sirius informed you with a smile.
“I’m so proud of you! That’s wonderful,” you grinned down at him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your stomach, clinging to you tightly. You set your cup down and combed your fingers through his wavy hair.
“You’re doing great, puppy,” you praised softly, whispering as you carefully dragged your fingers through his silky tresses.
He practically curled up around you, his entire body bent around you.
“This can’t be comfy, Siri. Why don’t we go up to your room?”
“James and Remmy are already asleep. Let’s just stay here, please stay with me,” he mumbled.
“I’ll stay with you, just... let me move,” you gently pried your best friend off of you for a moment. You laid down with your head on a gold pillow on one end of the couch. You opened your legs and allowed Sirius to lay between them, his head resting on your chest and his torso against your middle.
He practically melted into you, utterly relaxed in your arms. He dozed in and out of sleep to the sound of the fire crackling mixing with the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.
The weight and warmth of him brought your nervous energy down, and you fell asleep with your fingers tangled into his hair.
A few weeks later, Sirius found his way to your room after an exceptionally long day. He was frustrated and overwhelmed and he craved you. He wanted your touch and your affection, but he would settle for your presence. Mostly, he was tired of acting carefree and snarky, and he wanted to hide with you and be himself.
You were his solace.
He found your dorm room empty, but tore off his robes and tie and curled up on the bed, breathing in the soft scent of you that lingered on your duvet. A soft sigh escaped the sullen boy, and he pulled your throw blanket around him.
You returned with your books in your arms, looking forward to a hot shower and a nap before dinner. However, when you pushed open the door to your dorm room, you found Sirius curled up on your bed.
“Puppy?” you whispered, setting your books down on the corner of your messy desk and pushing the door shut with your foot.
Stormy grey eyes stared off sadly, and you walked over and laid down beside him, your noses only inches apart.
“Tell me what’s going on?”
“Just a bad day.”
You frowned, folding an arm under your head.
“I’m so proud of you, you know?” you asked, catching his gaze. He pulled his full lower lip between his teeth, biting the soft skin.
“I’m doing my best.”
“I know, puppy. I know,” you pulled him into your arms, and he instantly melted into your soft touch.
“I’m exhausted!” Sirius moaned into your chest, and you placed your hand on the back of his head, knowing it relaxed him.
“I know, Sirius. You’re doing so well, and I really am proud of you. I know it isn’t easy, but you’re doing amazing.”
Sirius started to cry, his tears soaking through your thin white button-down. You let him weep into your chest, your heart aching inside of your ribs as you felt his sobs. You were quiet until the cries subsided, letting him cling to you.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s alright.” You used your sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, and you brushed the hair from sticking to his cheeks.
“Nobody ever tells me they’re proud of me. I just... I love you,” Sirius admitted, and your heart melted.
“I love you, Sirius. I’m so proud, and I will always encourage you. You deserve it,” you squeezed him.
The support wasn’t one-sided, either. Sirius adored you and he was the first to dote on you and sweep you off when you needed it. You approached him in the library, near tears, when he was studying with Remus, James, and Peter. Sirius pushed his chair back and frowned at you, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing the back of it.
“Excuse me,” he said to the boys when he saw the tears threatening to spill past your waterline.
“I’ll get your things,” Remus said, letting him immediately go with you.
“Come on, Y/N,” Sirius led you from the bustling library, taking you outside.
You shivered as you sat down on the balcony with Sirius, and he pulled his quidditch sweater over your head.
He lit a cigarette, sharing with you and kissing your temple as you settled back in his arms.
“I hate charms,” you muttered, blowing smoke from your lips and feeling him shake with laughter against your back.
“But you’re so good at it.”
“Shut up and let me be mad,” you couldn’t help but let his infectious giggling spread to you too, even as a couple of tears escaped.
He hugged you tightly, snuggling with you as the two of you gazed up at the stars together. His hands smoothed up and down your arms, kissing the back of your head.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know.”
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He was a little shit.
A beautiful, charming, irritating, little shit.
When Y/N has signed on for this team, being the medic was something she had been passionate about for years. Having her own accident and making it so she couldn’t properly play anymore, it was her mission to still be involved in the game so how. Y/N’s own injury and healing process had her become more and more interested in the profession, and here she was.
It wasn’t everything she had dreamed of, as nothing ever was, but it was good. She got to sit field-side every game, close to the action. And every injury she got first look at. She helped the guys with their stretches, their previous injuries and keeping them from Re-injuring themselves, taking care of them and making sure their physical shape was the best it could be.
In general? She was happy. But there was one man who was a thorn in her side and a pain in her crotch.
Harry Styles.
The man who decided it was his personal mission to follow her around like a puppy dog. Popping up in her singular moments of peace during game day. Texting her and asking about very, very small twists of ankles and giving her the ‘🥺 maybe you should come and look at it…’ whenever he did so.
Not to mention his complete and utter want to get into her pants.
Now it wasn’t as if she couldn’t handle a few sexual jokes. Y/N was a big girl and knew 99% of the time, the guys on the team knew their limit. And Harry? Harry, in reality, was a gentleman. Never touched her inappropriately, ever. But the problem was… she kind of wanted him to.
There was no actual clause against staff members and players being together or hooking up. Nope, just frowned upon. Maybe a slap on the wrist. However Y/N knew, she knew that the moment anyone caught wind of her potential affections for any team member or acting on it? It would end with everyone thinking she slept with them to get the job.
Y/N worked long and hard. Tireless hours for make sure these men were healthy, fit, and at their best. She wouldn’t sleep with anyone for any job, and she was actually respected by this team which was something a lot of women weren’t in this field. She could not and would not throw it away for a good dicking.
Fuck, did she want to sometimes.
—-
Harry had these hands. The perfect hands, in her opinion. Big, strong with thinner fingers. Long fingers. A good sized palm, not overly veiny, just perfection in male hand scales. Luckily (or unluckily, whatever way you’d put it) she got to handle them often.
“S’sore today, doc.” He winced, sitting on the table in front of her. Harry’s wrist throbbed. It was rainy, and it was usually a wreck when it was the perfect condition. The ache was annoying, and he knew she had a solution.
Her lips pouted softly as she gently took the hand in place, thumbing over the part of the wrist where rhe injury had occurred. She had learned a while ago where to press, how to rub and get it to lessen before she wrapped it up. “Yeah… old injuries tend to never let you forget.” She sighed, pushing her glasses up into her hair.
Harry never could get over how fucking gorgeous Y/N was. From her nose to her lips, the pretty sparkle in her eye, the curve of her hip… he was obsessed. Not to mention the fact that she was so gentle with him. So kind and sweet, though he knew he got on her nerves with his teasing sometime. She could handle it and he always tried to watch to make sure he wasn’t going too far, but he couldn’t help it.
He was a silly boy with a bit fat crush.
Y/N didn’t bite for any of them. Everyone had attempted when she first came on, testing the waters. Her pretty face was welcome to all the blokes in the team, and there was something incredibly attractive about a woman who could heal. Nonetheless, she never gave in to anything.
In Harry’s case, he knew it was different. He could see her smile at some jokes, see her get the bumps on her skin when he brushed her a certain way. But she avoided the eye contact. Avoided the touches. And it drove him mad.
Of course she wouldn’t know he had actual feelings for him because he was a giant coward most of the time. He hid his affection in the dirty jokes and the teasing squeezes of her waist and teasing. He was a thick skinned man but a full rejection form her would hurt.
Her soft fingers gently massaged over the wrist, making him groan. His head tilted back and he let it out, hissing slightly when she pressed too hard. “Oooh, don’t worry sweetheart. Y’know I like it to hurt a little.” His wide smirk made her roll her eyes huffing under her breath.
Y/N was not having a great day. She had been harassed by an Ex all fucking night over her new job. Making all the damn assumptions that she was getting ‘trained by the team’ in a much more vulgar way, and she had cried half the night. To say she wasn’t in the mood was an understatement, but she was trying.
Harry was not what she needed today, because it made her feel worse. Her blatant attraction to him made her feel guilty. She should be professional and leave it with. The way she had squeeze her legs tighter while he groaned didn’t help her case. The ugly words of how they’ only kept her around for a potential fuck’ was ringing in her head.
Harry though, he was a little oblivious. Her hands were so talented, and he didn’t watch her face for once as she hit a good spot again and he let out another remark.
“Jesus, that’s good. Do those magic hands work everywhere?”
That was the straw that broke her. It wasn’t his fault necessarily, he was just playing. But her eyes watered, hand yanking away as she turned from him, walking over to the bench. Trying to compose herself was hard as the tears burned so hard in her eyes, hands shaking slightly.
Harry startled, not used to that. She never flinched away like that, never ignored his remark and walked away. Usually told him to fuck off, rolled her eyes, something. But the energy in the room immediately shifted and he was uncomfortable. What had happened?
Cautiously, he cleared his throat and stood up from the bench, licking over his dry lips as he spoke again. “Uh… Y/N?”
“S’all I’m good for, right?” She muttered under her breath. Frantically wiping under her eyes she tried to focus on the paper in front of her but she could feel Harry approaching.
He furrowed his brow, not sure if he heard correctly. “Wha-“
Y/N whipped around fast, eyes teary and wet. “I said, that’s all I’m good for right? Only good for my hands and sex and all that pleasure you can get from me?” She hissed. “Only good for a romp in the sheets and a pretty face to heal your wounds and put on band aids. Only good to make you get off and feel good and then what? I’m left here with nothing.”
The tears left her, her hands shaking as she grabbed her bag. Harry felt his stomach drop. Never, ever had he wanted to make her feel like that. Her crying? That wasn’t something he ever wanted to see again. He felt like he had taken a ball to the gut, hard. Those eyes he adored being full of pain, full of tears was his own personal hell.
“Y/N… wait, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“ he tried to follow her to the door, stopping abruptly when she lifted a hand up to him. Her stomping had made him nervous. Now she was leaving without talking to him and he felt like a complete dick. It was their normal teasing, but he had crossed a line.
“Don’t. Just…. Just leave me alone. I’m going home.”
—-
As much as Harry had wanted to chase after her, he had already made her cry once. He wasn’t risking it again.
The icky, gross feeling in his stomach followed him all day. He was gutted. Not only has he apparently crossed a line with someone he respected, he had a fucking crush on her. The man was convinced no other feeling was worse than a crush being angry at him. Even if it sounded juvenile to place it like that.
Harry liked Y/N. He never ever wanted to make her upset in any capacity, let alone feeling like a sex object or violated. He prided himself on respecting women. And he had fucking failed. He needed to make it right, and fast.
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He had found her address. In her employee file, and he knew that was bad but he needed to check on her. Regardless of what happened beforehand, she was upset by him enough to leave and go home and he wanted to make sure she was genuinely okay.
It was an overstep and Harry knew it. He had to try, though.
He arrived at her door step with a box of cupcakes and some flowers. Gently kicking the floor, he heard the door open and his heart broke a little more.
Y/N standing in front of him with swollen eyes. She had been crying, seemingly a lot. And she looked upset still. Though he expected her to close the door in his face and tell him to fuck off. But she didn’t.
Instead, she broke into tears again, throwing herself into his chest. Her arms wrapping around his waist, he nearly tumbled over but righted himself as he startled. Quickly he found himself recovering, wrapping his free arm around her and holding her. He was able to maneuver slightly and drop the cupcakes on her entry table, flowers as well before having his arms free.
“Hey…. Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He whispered softly, gently placing a hand on her back. Rubbing it up and down, letting her cry into his tee shirt. It was worrying. Whatever happened was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to let that take away from the fact he had added and made it worse.
“I’m sorry.” Her muffled response was sobbed into his shirt. “I’m sorry for yelling… and saying you thought those things, you were playing and I…” she pulled back worth tear streaked cheeks and Harry’s look of pure concern making her lip wobble. “You didn’t do it. It was… he kept sayin’ that all the team wants is in my pants, and you make me feel guilty because you’re so…. Beautiful, and I never slept with anyone to get this job! Never. And then he wouldn’t leave me alone-“ she hiccuped, looking up at Harry as he caressed the back of her head.
“Who, lovely? Who wouldn’t leave you alone?” He asked with a calm tone. Of course he wasn’t. Someone was harassing her. And Harry would fucking take care of it. It boiled his blood to think of someone making her feel less than.
“My ex.” She sniffled again, slowly calming. Harry had that quality, she thinks. “He-He broke up with me for taking the job. Said… said that I was going to be a personal whore for all of you. And not do my job.” She took a shuddery breath. It was embarrassing admitting this to him, but he had been on the receiving end for a meltdown that wasn’t his to fix.
“Well, can I tell you something?” He brought his thumb up to wipe away some of the sticky tears from her cheeks. “You arent. You’re no one’s whore. You’re a respected, talented and intelligent member of our staff. You so happen to be incredibly beautiful, which obviously makes people find you more bewitching… but I know that we all look at you as a professional talent. They may have tried their luck at the beginning but you laid down the law quickly and they all understood.” He whispered.
“Me? I was trying my luck, because you’re incredible. And I think you’re lovely. But that isn’t a conversation for now. Let’s make some tea, hm? Relax. I brought you some cupcakes. I need to properly apologize for being inappropriate to you. Regardless if it was a joke…”
—
He sat next to her on her couch. The poor girl was better now, washing her face and a mug of tea in hand while Harry had helped himself to a vase and put the flowers inside. Carnations. He thought they were pretty, didn’t know the name until Y/N had fawned over them.
“I’m sorry for freaking out on you.” She said softly, her big sweatshirt swallowing her up. Before Harry could interrupt, she put a finger up. “I know that you were just playing, Harry. I let you flirt with me like that. And I enjoy it.” She could feel herself get warm in the face. “If you’ve noticed, I let you get away with it. I enjoy it. And you didn’t do anything out of line. I was sensitive… I was still raw and I hadn’t had much sleep because he had blown up my phone and regardless he was telling me things he said in person over and over again. So…” Y/N shifted in her seat and used her sweater paws to bring the drink to her lips. “When you came in… I felt guilty for finding you attractive. For liking what you said to me.”
Harry sat for a moment, quiet. So she had liked it…. And felt guilty. Now knowing the context? It made sense. For the life of him he was trying not to hold in to the fact that she enjoyed it, but he couldn’t. It made him excited.
“Okay. That makes sense. Usually.. I do a better job at reading your physical cues. Sometimes I can see something isn’t the right thing to say because you’re tense already. But I was in my own world cause you were making the pain go away and I felt good. It isn’t an excuse, though.” He gently grabbed her hand once she set down her warm tee, thumbing over the knuckles.
“I felt like such a dick. I still do. You know that? And it isn’t because I’m attracted to you. But it’s because I didn’t think about the position I’m putting you in by flirting.” He moved a little closer. “I would never try and jeopardize your job. I’ve been blinded by my own feelings for a while and I was trying to feel it out but I didn’t think to think it was because someone else or a group of people would look down at you for it.” He frowned.
It was so unfair. They wouldn’t care if he slept with her. But they’d ridicule her for sleeping with him.
“I just want to let you know now as well… I wasn’t trying to come on to you to have a hookup.” He hummed. “The feelings I’ve got are genuine. Alright? They aren’t just too get into your pants. And I never want you to feel as though that’s your only purpose. Ever. You have so much worth, and while I’m positive you don’t need me to tell you that, I want tok anyways.”
He was unreal. She really thinks so. How did a man just… be like him. He was a fan favorite and had charm but behind the scenes he was even better than anything they said.
“Yeah. I think I was afraid. Because… I’m the same, you know?” She shyly admitted. “You’re charming and I didn’t want to admit I let your charm get to me, but it has. It has very much. And I like you. I don’t know what to do about it, but I think it’s only fair I admit it myself as well when you’ve put yourself out on the line.”
Harry’s grin grew, dimples pocketing in his cheeks. She liked him back. His heart was ringing in his ears, the shy little look into her eyes making him want to explode. Fucking adorable girl making him feel such intense emotions…. It was incredible.
Thank god. He thought he was going insane.
“We don’t have to do anything in the sense of our job right now. But since we both know… would you want to explore it? I would say privately. Just get to know each other better. Talk. Hang out. Cook food together… maybe kiss.” He smirked slightly at the end, making her let out a laugh. Her laugh soothed his Damn soul.
“I think I’d like that.”
——
Part II maybe? Who knows
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haikyuu!! boys with a s/o that becomes clingy/affectionate while drunk
characters: kyōtani, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa and bokuto
thank you anon for this marvellous request mwah
ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!
tw// drinking, suggestive themes, sexual references, swearing
Kentarō Kyōtani
kyōtani was used to having a cool, laid-back s/o who was just as awkward about physical touch as he was
i mean, that’s kinda a part of the reason he liked you so much - so y’all could get over your awkwardness together
so imagine his surprise when his usually level-headed, calm s/o came stumbling out of the club, a blubbering mess and threw themselves into his arms, wailing something about a maths test
THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT FLOODED HIS MIND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OMFG ADFGHJKL
he was like ‘omg why are they touching me? i kinda like it- wait are they crying? tf? i ain’t ever seen them cry before- should i help them? lord everyone is looking at us now. so what the fuck do i do- AYE DON’T TOUCH ME THERE’
so he had no choice but to dip with you flung over his shoulder lol
he took you back to your shared apartment and forced you to drink some water and instead of ordering a take-out, he just gave you his leftover burrito which he took to the club smh
it was probably cold
but that was the best he could think of at the time bc he simply needed to shut you up with food bc the alcohol in your system was causing you to become especially touchy, hence resulting in kyōtani getting especially aroused
but the last thing he’d do is fuck you while you’re drunk and i firmly believe that despite the fact kyōtani is a bit of a lout - he still has like a basic moral compass
but i mean if you kept being so damn suggestive then it was gonna be a lot harder for him to resist his urges
you were rubbing him up and shit, calling him every pet name in the book so ofc he just stuck a burrito in your mouth and went ‘stfu 😡’
the painful part was that he was silently enjoying it too (┬┬﹏┬┬)
(though, he was red from blushing lol, not anger)
and he wasn’t used to it either so obviously he was gonna get flustered, i mean, everything was happening all at once
oh and you told him ‘i love you’ and he literally combusted like lord have mercy on this man
just that morning you were calling him your ‘annoying rat boyfriend’ (jokingly, ofc) and now you love him?-
that wasn’t the first time you told him that you loved him but he was still blushing none the less
and he stammered out a ‘love you too’ PRAYING that you wouldn’t remember any of this the following day
anyway, he cuddled you to sleep and railed you as soon as you sobered up - the end ❤
Kenma Kozume
pov: you’re kenma happily being a wallflower in the club then your s/o approaches you, demanding for you to fuck them
- ok, end of POV -
anyway, your speech was slurred so kenma wasn’t really sure if that was what you were asking him to do but if it was, he would’ve happily obliged if it wasn’t for the fact you were clearly drunk
mans was blushing though
bc y’all hardly ever do it but now - all of a sudden - you were tightly wrapped around him, garbling erotic threats into his ear
kenma was worried at first but you were like..really weak
so it wasn’t hard to get you off his torso, usher you out of the club and grip your hand as he ordered a taxi
also kenma had read enough wattpad fanfictions to know how to deal with someone while they’re drunk
but none of those fanfictions ever mentioned a single thing about how to deal with yourself while your partner is drunk
like seriously..he was in pain
both from the throbbing erection he had and the aching embarrassment he felt - both stemming from the fact you tried to give him a lap dance in taxi ✋ please oml
anyway, he took you back to his apartment and insisted that you have a few slices of the left-over pizza in the fridge along with a glass of water
after you changed into your pyjamas, you had clearly sobered up slightly as you could now compose coherent sentences
but that wasn’t any better for him bc now you were draped over him, whimpering into his ear about how much you love him
‘i’m so lucky to have you, kenma. i love you so much. you remind me of my first cat - you’re such a cat- i mean, blessing..you’re such a blessing.’
ngl, at that point he would be at a loss for words, just deciding to hug you until you fall asleep
like he finds it so cute that you’re finally opening up to him about how you feel as you’re usually quite composed and restrained
but also- what does he do now?
you eventually fell asleep in his arms and the next day, you woke up to kenma having made breakfast and telling you how much he adores you which was..confusing, to say the least
he told you about how you acted when you were drunk and to say you were embarrassed would be an understatement
also, he’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life ;)
Hajime Iwaizumi
literally all you had to do was send him a text like ‘iwa...,,.,...ily so mycj ❤’’ and he’s already waiting in the line to get into the club lol
he marches in there, finds you, grabs your hand and drags you home
let’s hope that your friends know what iwaizumi looks like so they don’t have to just watch a random guy haul you out the club-
and tries to act all like angry iwaizumi >:( but when you are trailing behind him, muttering about how amazing he is, he becomes more like angy iwa grrr (* ￣︿￣)
by that, i mean that angry iwaizumi would bring you home and lecture on how irresponsible it is to get so intoxicated
but angy iwa just takes care of you but with a disapproving scowl
and angry iwaizumi would make nasty, bitchy remarks about how inappropriate your outfit is
while angy iwa would be like ‘babe, your outfit is lovely but maybe wear something different next time, idk....’
either way, he takes good care of you
he makes sure you eat (and he cooks good food btw - he doesn’t make you eat leftovers lmao)
he lets you change into more comfortable clothes
he ensures that you don’t die in the shower
and he forces you to go to bed
but all of that is rather difficult when you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, raving on about how sweet of a boyfriend he is and covering his face sloppy kisses
his original plan was to go train some more in his gym (yes, there is a gym in y’alls house-) but when you were peppering his cheek in kisses, begging him to stay with you for whatever reason, of course he didn’t have the balls to leave
so he ended up laying like a log in bed as you cuddled up to him like koala, resting your head in his chest and allowing him to run his hand through your hair as you slept
in that moment - as he stared down at your tranquil figure - he realised how grateful he was for moments like these, as he finally got see a side of you that he knew you’d almost never exhibit when you’re sober
like yeah, you often tell him how much you love him but he can always tell that it’s as if you’re setting aside your pride to say such a thing but now, you’re gushing on about it with the most genuine look in your eyes, he can tell that you’re being completely sincere
and to say that he adores it would be an understatement
so yeah, you were kind of a pain while drunk but you were also the most adorable thing that iwaizumi had ever laid his eyes on (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Issei Matsukawa
ok so the only reason matsukawa wasn’t getting drunk with you was bc the first time y’all got drunk together he got fined for public indecency and you got done for public intoxication
so you decided that it was best (for your wallets) if you took turns getting tipsy
emphasis on ‘tipsy’ bc you both went to the bar together (along with a few friends) and you promised matsukawa that you’d only have a few drinks
so please explain to him why he is now having to carry you bridal style out of the bar because you are too hammered to walk properly
and he was kinda grumpy bc he had to leave his friends mid-conversation bc not only were you pestering him but also, the erotic things you were whispering in his ear caused him to get a boner
and he was getting weird looks from people as he carried you home but that was the least of his problems tbh- he didn’t even notice lol
the biggest issue on his mind rn was the fact that you made him hard yet you can’t help him bc you’re drunk smh
like he was tempted at first bc you seemed down to do it but he quickly came back to reality and realised how morally incorrect that’d be
so he was mumbling curses the whole way home just to tune you out bc if he paid any more attention to the racy promises you were muttering in his ear- he’d explode
he’s alright at taking care of you like he isn’t iwaizumi’s level of caring but he’s a close second, i mean he’s gotten drunk plenty of times so he knows the basics
he was like ‘drink water idk lol ’
anyway, once he handled himself he wasn’t too fazed by your lustful advances
and he was so smug about it too deadass like ‘keep talkin’ me up, (y/n), you ain’t getting shit until you’re sober.’
smh ANYWAY he thinks you’re so charming when you’re like lovey-dovey drunk but SO annoying when you’re horny drunk bc like- he can’t get some (T_T)
Kōtarō Bokuto
best for last 👌
ok anyway he’s an athlete and he doesn’t need alcohol to have a good time- he’s forever drunk tbh- drunk on life :)
so while you’re getting hammered with your pals, he’s doing stupid shit while sober lol
once you both rendezvous outside the club to head home and you’re absolutely steamin- he’s just like ‘hi, babe! how’s your night been?’
SO OBLIVIOUS OML
anyway, he drives back to y’alls house and since you’re fatigued at first, you spent 90% of the car ride sleeping
but when you get home, more awake, you’re all up on him
but you’re not like sensual drunk- more like..emotional drunk but with love 🥺
so basically you are sobbing into his chest about whatever and bc he is an such empath he will start crying too, or at least get a bit emotional
you could say something like, ‘omg, bo. i hardly get to see you because you’re at work so often- i wish i could spend more time with you. i miss you so much’ ╯︿╰
and he would deadass reply whole-heartedly while weeping into your shoulder, ‘I’M QUITTING VOLLEYBALL, (Y/N)!!’
(ok, so maybe he was a bit tipsy too- but like..definitely not has drunk as you)
he has no idea where to start when it comes to taking care of you but he tries (´◡` ‘)
at the very least, he ensures that you don’t having any more alcohol and that you don’t die somehow
he’s v overprotective though
you could be getting a fork to eat your instant-noodles with and he’ll be like
‘apologies ✋ but i cannot allow you to handle such a dangerous weapon while intoxicated. maybe eat with a spoon instead, idk.’ /h
other than that, he just cuddles you to sleep and deals with you in your badly hungover state the next day
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