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meeting the parents - wolfstar
Sirius was nervous, and Remus didn't know what to do about it.
Sirius never got nervous from Remus' knowledge of him; albeit this knowledge had only been collected over the past five months since they met, but he knew Sirius. He knew him like the back of his hand and not once had he looked twitchy, jumpy, or bothered.
Right now though, sitting in the passenger seat of Remus' beat up mini cooper, Sirius' leg was bouncing and he was tapping his freshly painted nails on the box of chocolates he insisted on bringing as a gift, and this was very out of character for him. In the backseat sat the other gifts Sirius had brought—Remus thought it was over the top but he wasn't about to tell his boyfriend that after spending money—and Remus glanced at the bottle of prosecco, bouquet of flowers, and vanilla scented candle through the mirror.
"Love, I promise they're nice," Remus said in that comforting tone he knew Sirius loved, and looked at him with a smile. Sirius was still bouncing his leg. "Sirius—"
"I know, I've heard them over FaceTime with you," Sirius mumbled and he brought his thumb up to bite at his nail but Remus promptly pulled it away from him, "I just want to make a good impression,"
"What makes you think you won't?" Sirius scoffed at that and Remus frowned before turning left onto his parent's road. "I'm serious,"
"I mean, I'm not exactly the ideal boyfriend parents want to meet, am I?" Sirius looked out the passenger window, staring at the houses blurring past them, "I look like a hooker,"
"I don't think hookers wear their boyfriends shirts—"
"You know what I mean, it's everything else about me. The tattoos, the piercings the hair, fuck I'm gonna end up swearing too much, aren't I?"
"Baby—"
"I'm just scared, okay? They're gonna hate me and give you shit for dating me and I get it, alright, I really do. I've been told my whole life that I'm a punk—"
"Sirius—"
"—and that I'd never amount to anything and that I'm a disappointment—"
"Sirius!" Remus grabbed his hand and Sirius blinked, coming out of whatever spiral he had been in to see that Remus had stopped the car. In front of a house. They were here. "Baby, stop, you know you're none of those things, right? And that I know you're none of those things,"
Sirius squeezed Remus' hand. "But...your parents—"
"Are going to love you. I wouldn't introduce you if I thought otherwise, alright? I love you, and they will love you," Remus sighed in relief at getting that out whilst Sirius was staring wide eyed at him. "What?"
"You said you love me," Sirius whispered and it was Remus' turn to get wide eyed.
"Ah...that wasn't how I imagined it going...shit," Sirius leapt across the console and kissed Remus so hard he nearly fell back against the door, but he was holding onto Sirius' just as tight after a moment, "you're not mad?"
"Mad?! I could fuck you in this car right now!"
"Please don't, the neighbours gossip," Remus teased and Sirius grinned, cupping his face, "I do, though, love you. I know it's soon—"
"I love you too, Moony," Sirius kissed him again and let out a breath he had clearly been holding in for some time now, and he visibly relaxed. "Think I'm ready,"
"So a love confession will get your confidence back?" Remus smirked.
"Duh, you know me, I love being praised," they shared a smile and with one last kiss, Remus opened his door.
"And I love praising you."
#this was something cute i thought of so enjoy#its short but sweet#the marauders#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#wolfstar oneshot#lexith writes
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Sorry if this is super sudden but i love ur writing it honestly just makes my day a lot better!! can i get some soft, adorable romantic moments with Hank 👉👈 maybe like a romantic quiet moment with him and the reader finding peace in all the madness?
Jebus fucking christ you were fast
Thank you sweetie <3 I'm glad to be of service
Hank x Reader - A brief respite of sanity
Nevada was unkind to all, a place of malice, evil, hostility. Granted Hank wasn't innocent of this, he was easily the worst contender for it, a patchwork man rebuilt time and time again, cutting down all in his way to try and bring the world to some semblance of 'normal' again. And while it seemed like he could go on forever, a well oiled machine just tearing all who oppose his goals to shreds, he needed to cool down sometimes.
Luckily they'd found themselves a good, honest partner, someone who seemed to lack the need to tear down everything in their path, someone who preferred building others up. You were perfection in his eyes, all the pain and grief was worth it, just to crawl back into your open arms and be comforted, be cared for, and be honestly and truly loved.
And that was where he'd found himself, your hands tracing his aching muscles, soothing the pain that festered in his soul. He was half asleep in your lap, his arms around your midsection, head resting just above them. They didn't speak much during these private, intimate little moments, pockets of bliss in an otherwise mad world. Who needed words anyway, when their partner could show how much they adored them with actions alone.
Your hands moved up, caressing their scarred scalp, giving them as much tender love as their heart needed, and they needed a lot. Soon enough he'd be back out there, slaying for a better cause, but right now? Hank was in the place he always dreamed of, safe in his lover's touch, where the pain and trauma were miles away, and his aching bones could find peace.
#its short but sweet#madness combat#madcom#madcom reader insert#madcom x reader#madness combat hank#hank j wimbleton#hank#hank x reader#lovely anons#x gon deliver to ya
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Food 6 and 7 for Morgan and Volaris? 🥺 Mulled wine is like Morgan's favorite thing
6: Pulling a warm pie out of the oven and sharing it over a hot beverage
7: Sharing a bottle of mulled wine when it's cold outside (bonus if huddling together to stay warm)
sure <3
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"Vol, dear, the pie is ready," Morgan says, opening the oven and putting on oven mitts.
Vol's fluffy head peeks into the kitchen. "Oh! Yes, want me to pour the mulled wine?"
She smiles at him. "Yes. It's on the stove."
Vol grabs two glasses and pours them while Morgan removes the pie from the oven. It's steaming. She sets it on the countertop.
"Here, my love..." Vol sidles up beside her and hands her a glass.
Morgan smiles and kisses his cheek. "It smells lovely."
"The wine? Or the pie?" He chuckles.
"Why not both?" She leans against him and takes a sip.
"Is it ready to eat?" Vol looks at the pie eagerly.
"Let's wait for it to cool a little first."
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They sit on the sofa together with a slice of pie. Vol sets his glass of wine onto the coffee table and smiles at her. "It's delicious. You've outdone yourself, love."
Morgan gives a warm smile. "You're too sweet."
He leans into her, blushing sweetly. "I'm just honest." He sips the wine. Morgan wraps her arm around him.
It's cold outside, but warm inside. Especially with Vol and Morgan.
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On a Monday morning, Steve's dad frowns at his paper and throws Steve a sidelong glance. On the entertainment page is a black and white photo of Bruce Springsteen kissing Clarence Clemons.
Steve swallows his toast and shifts in his seat. But his father doesn't say a thing and Steve doesn't know where to begin. He's not asked to get rid of his Springsteen tapes. But he does find the paper later, tossed on the pile to go in the trash and clips out the picture.
It's not the first time he's seen this exact scenario with Bruce Springsteen. But it is the first time in a long time he's been interested in doing it himself.
He tucks the paper clipping away in a book under his bed. And he thinks about the cash he has saved up and how much longer Robin has to be in school for.
On a Friday evening, he fixes his hair and kisses his mom's cheek on his way out the door. The newspaper clipping under his bed is delicately frayed already, the thin paper worn thinner by his eager fingers.
He picks Robin up, waves to her mom and drives them just outside of town. Eddie's van is already there, quiet and dark because he and his band are already inside.
On a Friday night, Steve tucks into a beer and looks up at the stage. He smiles despite himself and thinks of Bruce and Clarence when Eddie and Jeff lean into the microphone together.
His palms sweat and he presses them to his bottle. The edges of the label are peeling like the newspaper clipping. He taps his toe to the music and smiles wider when a woman takes Robin by the hand to show her how to rock out.
On an early Saturday morning, so early Steve would call it late, he helps Eddie put the instruments away in the back of the van. He watches as Eddie stacks each piece carefully and curses when a cymbal crashes against an amp.
And he thinks about his newspaper and the judgement in his dad's eyes. He twirls his keyring around his finger and thinks of another life where he kept up with his piano lessons instead of baseball.
On an early Saturday morning, Steve closes the van doors just enough to block people from seeing them and he pulls Eddie close. And he wonders what it would be like to do on a stage.
And Eddie is not Clarence Clemons and he is not Bruce Springsteen. But his heart still races and his palms still sweat, and he knows he could bellow out of his lungs with joy if he was standing in front of a crowd.
And later still on that early Saturday morning, Steve feels the calluses of Eddie's guitar worn fingers on his cheek. And he listens to his halfway to hoarse voice tell a story. And he tastes cheap beer and song lyrics on his lips. And he thinks next Saturday, he might join Robin dancing in the dark of the bar.
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thinking about husband!bakugo teaching your son how to ride a bike. he's holding onto the back of the seat, walking beside your kid as they peddle down the sidewalk across your house. bakugo's heart swells with pride when he lets go of the seat, and sees his son peddling along all by himself. he jogs beside the child, laughing and grinning and cheering him on. you're watching all of this, a warm smile spreading across your cheeks and hands holding onto your phone to capture this perfect moment. bakugo's been teaching your son for a few days now, determined to make him the best bike rider in the world. thinking about how husband!bakugo buys your son the best bike there is - nothing less for his kid. it's dynamite themed, of course. bakugo refused to get any other kind.
#wow its been a while#short and sweet i guess#just wanted to write something random#anyways#bnha comfort#bakugo katsuki#bnha fluff#bnha headcanons#bnha imagines#bnha x reader#bnha x you#mha fluff#mha x you#mha x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n#mha bakugo#bakugo headcanons#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo#bnha#mha#katsuki fluff#bakugo fluff#katsuki x y/n
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Tallulah Sinfonia-Minecraft (old)
#my sweet child she may never come back#shes on my list of videogame characters I feel paternal towards#Its a short list theres like 3 characters on that list including her#qsmp fanart#tallulah fanart#qsmp tallulah#tallulah#tallulah qsmp#tallulah the egg#tallulah sinfonia-minecraft
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I'm sorry, Spamton. I know you won't believe me, but I'm sorry we hurt you.
#GOD this fucker corrupted my gif again.#Ignore the page is missing im not gonna fix it. Hes looking at the paper. its just uhhh out of your view#made this one up on the spot lmao i dont have many inbetweens planned... if its not up to par to the others thats why#i wish i did do inbetweens but i only have the main ones planned#btw usually when he asks stuff like this he's looking for a response (im looking for a response. me.)#thank you anon oh my goooooodddd you were my descending angel while looking for an ask along these lines#this ask is perfect. Not too overcomplicated. nothing that would set him off. Short and sweet and to the point but its got nice impact.#in this context at least. I rlly needed it lol.#some were.. too much and some were really half assed apologies that go immediately back to asking him stuff LMAOOO#Guysss work with me here im actually trying to guide you to really apologize to him#[you've got mail!]#spamton#spamton g spamton#deltarune#deltarune spamton#deltarune chapter 2#Ill fix the inside of the dumpster later. its not to scale goddamnit.#Typos in his speech are on purpose to clarify lol#spent a damn hour fixing the gif. grrhhhhh....
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Will you please do a part 2 of jace kidnapping reader and making her his wife!
Love your writing! 💕
PART I || PART II (you are here!)
Jace was fully aware that was he was doing would start a war, that it was wrong, to anyone who had a single braincell but he didn't care. He didn't care about the arguments his mother made, about the arguments his grandmother made, both in Princess [NAME]'s behalf. He had been in love with her since he could remember.
"Why should I restrain myself? He argued in return. "I have adored her since I was a child. She is the only one I want to marry and yet, I have been denied of what I wished the most? Targaryen's take what they want, so I did just that."
Daemon hid his smile behind his hand as he soothed his wife. "The boy is right, Targaryen's take what they want."
Rhaenyra was at a loss of words for what to say to both her son and her husband and she dismissed Jace as she felt her own headache coming on. She needed to settle this situation as soon as possible with Alicent.
When Jace entered the chambers that his beloved princess was temporarily staying in, she didn't turn to even look at him, her gaze firmly on the castle she had always been in that stood in the distance.
Her mind was still struggling to grasp the situation at hand.
'Not a prisoner.' Jace's voice in her mind contained so much adoration that it made her sick. 'My wife.'
That was worse. If she was a prisoner it would have been better but his wife? The wife of the boy who had followed her around incessantly and bullied her beloved brother? she would rather cut out her own heart.
"my love." Jace breathed out, walking closer to her only to stop when she turned to glare at him.
"You may hold me hostage, you may forcefully believe me your wife, but do not call em your love, you know nothing of love." She hissed, raising from her place.
"I do, you have always awoken such feelings in me."
she wanted to laugh until she cried and she felt nothing but numbness as she let him hold her hands, letting his thumb run over her knuckles with such tenderness.
"You- You cannot keep me here. My brothers won't stand for this. Nor will my mother, the queen!" She ripped her hands out of his. She desperately wanted to understand what he was thinking. Why would he do this? Why now? Why....?
No matter how much she thought about it, she still couldn't understand him.
"I know, but none of that will matter anymore when we get married. We will be bound by fate, as we have been since we first met." His voice was so soft, so fond.
"It's not fate, it's your own doing." her voice was weakened, like she was fighting off his words to reassure herself.
"Whether it was fate or my own doing matters not, sweet girl." His thumb ran across her cheek. "I will be your husband and there's nothing your brothers or your mother can do about it. Targaryen's take what they want, regardless of the costs, and I will."
Her fate had been sealed on that sunny day when they had first met and nothing could undo it, after all there's nothing more dangerous than a Targaryen in love.
#jace velaryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon x reader#yandere jacaerys velaryon x reader#yandere jacaerys velaryon#yandere hotd x reader#yandere hotd#sorry if its short but here you go sweet nonny!!!#my greek mythos series is still my absolute favorite
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this is like 13 whole minutes into the video....rude 😭😭
#im working on a compilation of their momence in this video but its slow going bc im visiting family and i forgor my headphones 😔#this one is short and sweet though#watcher#shane madej#ryan bergara
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Me, writing the next fic in "Just Kiss Already:" This shouldn't take long. It'll be short and sweet. 3K words tops.
My brain, cracking its knuckles: Yeah, we'll see about that.
#guys its growing#we're reaching 7K words#it was never meant to get this long#hoowwww#I blame Alastor#guys got too much going on in his head to keep it short and sweet#god he's such a mess#just kiss already#fanfic writing
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— control with sub ! hyunjin 💭
🏷️ dom!reader, sub!hyunjin, petnames “mommy” and “baby,” bondage suspension ropes, light overstimulation, very light angst.
you’re tied up, but you’re the one in control.
he has free reign, but he’s losing his mind.
his hands roamed your body. he stared and took you in freely as he wished. it was fun until he realized that he just couldn’t go for long, he had to make you release.
he never realized how hard of a task that was until he found out how excessively skilled you were with self-control.
“hwang hyunjin,” you breathed, “make me cum in ten.”
he dropped his weight onto you and latched his mouth on your chest.
“nine.”
he hurriedly stuck a finger inside you.
“eight.”
he curled it, thinking it could elicit something out of you, but it didn’t.
“seven.”
he quickened the pace but you only ever clenched. you kept counting.
“six.”
he added a finger and then another. he tried to stretch you, scissor you, go faster, reach deeper. you stared at him with a cocked eyebrow and nothing more.
“five.”
he was whimpering, lost on what to do. he stood up and stopped sucking on your chest. he repositioned his crotch to align with yours.
“four.”
he slid himself in you and whined louder when you didn’t react at all.
“three.”
“please, please,” was all he could say. he lost all the words. he grew desperate for something, anything. reactions were validation at this point. he wanted to be so good for you.
“two.”
he thrusted hard and fast into you. he rutted and chased his high, hoping it would chase yours, to no avail.
“one.”
“please, mommy, please!” hyunjin cried out, finishing inside you. he trembled as he held onto the ropes lifting your body up.
“oh, poor boy couldn’t make me cum.”
you peered over his face only to see him crying. he was shaking from the overstimulation, the warmth of your walls and his own cum trapping him in a spot that was in between both too good and too much.
“i wanted mommy to feel good. wanted to make them cum. i’m sorry.”
“no need to be sorry baby,” you cooed, “you tried your best.”
“am i good enough?”
your heart shattered. you could see through his glossy eyes. there was a sorrow in it that you haven’t seen from him before.
he’d always been good enough: he was always leagues more than just that. he’s the best one for you, always has and ever will be.
at that, your heart uncontrollably softened. you couldn’t help but be honest.
“yes, baby. you’re my good boy, my best boy. untie me, i’ll finish with you.”
#skz smut#sub!skz#sub!hyunjin#dom!reader#wanted to post a little somethin somethin just to fill the air#its short but i hope its sweet!#💬 z is writimg
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#my art#subsurface circular#ough. good game. fucked up game. insane#did not expect it to hit me that hard its REALLY good#also short and sweet 💯thank you shepard for recommending it on your steam sale recs
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Welcome Home Surprise
Request: .....................*deep breath in* but what about Ted or Jason coming home after a couple weeks away and finding you curled up all warm like and comfy in one of his jumpers but more importantly noticing that the little barely there bump that you'd only notice if you knew what you were looking at is now a real baby bump still itty bitty but there and noticeable………………*exhale*
Description: Excited to return home after two weeks without you, Ted's excitement grows when he discovers an incidental surprise.
Warning(s): pregnancy, a heartbreaking gif because ted is reaching for someone that isn't there but ignore that and don't cry
Pairing: Ted Lasso x reader
Word Count: 1.2k
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Two weeks was too fucking long. Sure, Ted understood the positives of a team retreat-turned-vacation, it was his idea after all. But when planning the trip months ago, he didn’t account for the surprise detail that would complicate your ability to join the two weeks off in Scotland.
Though traveling did not pose any danger to you or the bean with it only being your first trimester, morning sickness was no joke, meaning the idea of a nine-hour bus ride sounded absolutely horrid. When you told Ted you were going to hang back, he was absolutely torn. He wanted to be there for his team, but he hadn’t been away from you for that long since before you started dating and he hadn’t been away from baby Lasso for longer than two hours. He offered to stay back, assuring you that Beard and Roy can handle the team-building exercises and probably not lose Colin on a cliff somewhere. Rolling your eyes, you pushed him out of your office in the treatment room, telling him there was no way in hell that he was missing the trip, you would be fine, both you and the bean.
Other than the absence of Ted in your bed, it didn’t really feel as though your husband was in a completely different country. With constant texts and both morning and bedtime FaceTimes, Ted made sure to stay as connected to you as possible, even with over 600 kilometers between you. Even though the two of you were consistently talking, it certainly wasn’t the same without him. You missed the smell of biscuits baking and the sound of Ted humming along to your shower playlist while he shaves in the morning. And you know, that the bean doesn’t have ears yet, you know there’s no physiological way that they could know Ted isn’t there. Yet, you swear on everything in your being that they know their dad is away.
No matter how much you are looking forward to Ted’s return, your eyes grow heavy while laying in bed and reading your book aloud. Yes, the baby can’t hear you yet, but you’ll be damned if your child isn’t the smartest kid there is. Though you desperately wanted to wait up for Ted, it was nearing midnight and you weren’t sure you would make it until his estimated arrival home of 1 am. Putting your book away for the evening, you turn off the lights and relax against your pillow, hugging Ted’s brown hoodie closer to your body.
Ted lets out a deep sigh as he opens the door to your shared home, placing his duffle bag on the ground as he toes off his shoes, then hanging up his puffer. While he desperately wanted to see your smile and hear you say his name, he was praying that you were asleep, it was far too late for you to be awake, and definitely too late for his little buddy in your belly. A soft smile appears on his face when he arrives at your bedroom, seeing you curled up on your side of the bed, soft snores filling even though you would absolutely deny that. He carefully and quietly tiptoes to the closet, changing into his gray sweats and “World’s Best Dad” shirt, gifted to him from the team rather than Henry oddly enough.
With a quick stop in the en suite to relieve himself and brush his teeth, Ted makes his way to your bed, eager to have you back in his arms again. Sliding into bed, he pulls some of the comforter away from you, though he knows his useless considering you’ll have it all back on your side in ten minutes. His chest meets your back, a content smile on his face as he buries his nose into your hair, he was home. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, not wanting to disturb your peaceful sleep, before laying down, wrapping his arms around your body. Intertwining your legs together, Ted slips his hand under your, his, who knows, sweatshirt, brushing his thumb delicately across the soft skin of your belly. On the brink of sleep, Ted’s thumb stops, his large hand extending across your skin and resting on your stomach in a protective manner.
Ted’s eyes pop open faster than the working shower knocked down Colin.
Wide awake, the rest of his body stays still as he moves his hand across your belly, making sure he wasn’t imagining it. Moving from one side of your stomach to the other - normal, normal, little incline, fairly flat, belly button, fairly flat, little decline, normal, normal. This can’t be his exhausted mind playing tricks on him, right? To be sure, Ted carefully retracts his arm from around your body, slipping out of bed as quietly as he slipped in. He rounds the bed as he takes in a deep breath, it’s okay if it’s not what he thinks it is, but my god he hopes it is.
Standing in front of you, Ted places his hand on your cheek, smiling as you instinctively nestle against his palm. He slowly pulls the blanket away, well attempts to do so at least. A quiet humph and “no” leave your lips, to which Ted chuckles lightly and leans down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, “I’ll give ‘em back in a minute darlin’, promise.” Not disturbed in the slightest, your sleeping self obliges his request, letting go of your tight grip on the blanket.
Moving quickly but gently, Ted pulls the comforter down to the bottom of the bed so it covers your feet before he kneels down in front of where you lay. Naturally so, he gets a little distracted just taking you in, trailing his finger up your bare leg until he reaches the bottom of the hoodie. With a deep breath, he pulls the cloth up to rest under your breasts, tears coming to his eyes as his wish is granted.
He lets out a soft chuckle as he gently places his hand on the small bump, tears coming to his eyes. Sure, not a single person would notice your bump if you were walking down the street, he doubts Keeley would even be able to tell during your shopping trip next week. But he knows. He sees. He notices everything there is to notice about you - a change in perfume or the slightest change to your hairstyle, and now, your small bump.
Ted wants to celebrate you, he wants to kiss all over your face and shout to the world that you were having a baby (though he’s wanted to do the first one since he met you and the latter since you showed him the positive pregnancy test). Instead, he lets you sleep, standing up and pulling the comforter back over your body, smiling as you pull the blanket close to you and roll over. He rounds the bed, sliding back into the bed, but lower this time. With his entire body under the blanket, Ted pulls his pillow down, positioning himself so his head is next to your bump. The bed isn’t exceptionally large by any means, leaving Ted to curl his legs up into his stomach in the fetal position, surely uncomfortable, but he didn’t have a single complaint. Instead he gave a smile to your bump and leaned forward to place a small kiss on your skin, “Sleep well, baby.” With one last tired grin, Ted closes his eyes, falling fast asleep with his hand on the bump, holding your child as much as he his holding you.
#its shorter than my fics normally are#but i think its short and sweet!#also not me accidentally making fun of colin twice oops#ted lasso#ted lasso fanfiction#ted lasso fanfic#ted lasso fic#ted lasso x reader#dad!ted lasso#mom!reader#pregnant!reader#jason sudeikis
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ari in his new metian gear! cat needs a haircut
#short and sweet quest! i saw the reprisals thing and went oh yes ive played kh2 before i see#play game#ffxiv#ch'ari#ff16 sounds sad...... what da......................#anyways hes cute in this but idk if it fits my style for him so its just cute for now
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thought back to an ask i got where ana would definitely give hanzo The Shovel Talk but then i remembered yesterday was fathers day
#overwatch#overwatch 2#yeehan#hanzo#hanzo shimada#cole cassidy#reaper#soldier 76#ana amari#art tag#ok ik it was /echo/ giving hanzo the shovel talk but i gotta keep the description short an sweet alright#this IS just a quick thing i dont think its a worthy-enough idea to fully color it or put too much effort into it#plus im 1000% certain this concepts been done before but listen i'm doing what i can to get out of this art slump#please forgive me#on another note i gotta draw 76 looking like a Dad its a must for my survival#crying as i have reaper in his regular get up like. i cant imagine him taking it off#hes gotta be unnecessary
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part 1
It's a bright May morning, and the commentators are discussing who the Indiana Pacers are going to select. It's a bit of a buzz, there's a rumour of a dark horse candidate. The Commissioner steps up and shakes out the paper, saying clearly into the mic "the Indiana Pacers select Steve Harrington, from Roane County Community College." His face makes it clear he has no goddamn clue who or what college this is. It's fine.
Steve stands, smiling. Robin kisses his cheek and Dustin throws his arms around him before he's shuttled off to get a Pacers ballcap and take a picture with the NBA commissioner, and then to the press room to answer questions.
The reporters have dozens for him, a buzz with the shock of a community college getting a player drafted. It's the first time they'll really be able to talk to him, and he's a bit nervous. He handles it all with as much grace as he can, until someone from the Chicago Sun-Times asks
"you're from Hawkins, a town that's seen its fair share of tragedy over the last number of years. Did that have any sway over your decision?"
Steve's smile turns softer as he answers "Oh, yes. I went to R-tripC because it was close. I've got friends and family in Hawkins still, and I wasn't planning on moving any farther than Chicago. It's...a hard place to leave, after everything." he can tell which reporters have no idea what Happened in Hawkins, the confused brows, scribbles in the margins of notebooks. The Chicago Sun-Times report simply nods. "My being here is just...the result of a few lucky circumstances. The Ospreys, we're a div-four team. Not even supposed to be in any competition for March Madness. But the NCAA decided to try letting non-div one teams on the bracket...not sure if they ever will again considering our loss." there are a few chuckles around the room. The RCCC Ospreys had lost pretty spectacularly in the first round. "But, that's the only reason a scout saw me play. And the fact that the scout was for the Pacers..." Here, he doesn't mention being approached by a representative of the Sacramento Kings as well. "That was something that worked. I've always loved playing ball, but if it hadn't been with the Pacers, I'd be content playing with small local leagues in Indy."
"Has this not been a dream of yours? Playing in the NBA?"
Steve chuckles. "I've played sports my whole life. Obviously when I daydreamed about winning the Championships, or swimming at the Olympics, who didn't? But. Ah, it really came out of left field, if you pardon the baseball analogy." he swallows some of the water in front of him. "I wasn't expecting to be approached by anyone about the NBA. I played on a college team that most people don't know exists, that barley qualified for march madness and got eliminated by the end of the third quarter. I was getting my teaching degree, with guys who were getting horticulture certificates or degrees in Art history or business to help their family Ma 'n Pop store or bio degrees to use to go to masters programs in Indy. We weren't playing for dreams or glory. We played because we love the game, and like each other enough to be a cohesive team." he shrugs. "I was going to move to Indianapolis or Chicago with my wife anyways. This is just...sprinkles. Y'know? I have what I need, my loved ones are happy and healthy and safe, this is just sprinkles on the sundae."
Steve leans back and sighs. He's being signalled to wrap it up. "I'm not taking this opportunity for granted, and I am looking forward to working with and getting to know my teammates. I'll be working hard to make my hometown proud. Thank you."
#steve harrington#stranger things#stranger things au#stobin#steddie#dream team steve au#both steddie and stobin aren't really talked about here but yall know its there.#stobin got lavender married obvs.#and steve and eddie...well...that's for a later part.....hehe.#also steve is OBVIOUSLY a point guard in this and specifically a...facilitator(?) type. look at him. yeah.#this is just short and sweet and steve being like WELL i GUESS i'm HERE. as a PROFESSIONAL basketball player.#when i could so EASILY be FINGER PAINTING with SIX YEAR OLDS. yall BETTER appreciate me.#idk i think it'd be funny if Lucas also got drafter a few years later to the lakers and they get so excited to play against each other#and have some of the most baffling Mic'd moments ever. haha#finda writes stuff#finda's rambles
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