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storytimewithanonwriter · 3 years ago

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A Night to Remember

Hello all! This is my first time posting something I have written!! The idea popped in my head and I figured why not write. Now here we are!! ❤️-K

Warning: blood, violence, and fluff ,alcohol mentioned, pet names for the reader: Honey, Hon, lovie, love,and Bug probably miss something lol

TASM!Peter x femalereader

“There had to be a good reason Peter missed tonight, honey. Don’t sweat it.” Nellie said as she sat down on the couch in your shared dressing room. You huffed and continued packing up your things. “What if he is cheating? I mean it would make sense. He has been acting funny for some time. I just don’t know why he would choose to fuck with me tonight?”

“Have you seen the way that man looks at you? Huh? Like you hung the damn moon! You love him. He loves you. Just take a breath and come out to celebrate with us! The cast is going to the bar up the street.”

Nellie was right. Peter did look at you like you hung the moon and probably the stars as well. You two had been dating for about 3 years now. You met just after he returned from Peter 1’s universe.

“I’m auditioning for the part of Ann … no that was this morning... Hello! I’m auditioning for the role of … of! Shit! This is the last time I book 6 auditions in one day. “ You were running down a busy New Your side walking talking to yourself. “Think. Breathe. You got this. “ You were heading your 5th audition that day. Not paying attention you ran straight into a man with brown fluffy hair holding a camera. “ Oh my, I’m so sorry! I'm in a rush and I’m not paying attention. I’m heading to an audition. My feet are killing me… You don’t care about any of this. I'm sorry.” You start to walk off totally embarrassed. “Hey! Wait you dropped your book!” You heard and turn back around to find the man standing there holding your audition book. “ You might need this at your audition.” He said handing it to you. “ You literally just safe me! Thank you so much! “ you grab the book and smiled “ I'm Peter …” he smiled holding out his hand. You shook his hand and told him your name. “ So, would you like some company? I feel like you need to let off some steam. You literally ran into me and just started word vomiting. “ “ Listen, it’s been a long day. I’m just trying to make it in this crazy world we live in” “ you can say that again.” Peter walked you to your audition and waited for you to get done.

And the rest was history….

You never made it to your 6th audition that day, but you didn’t mind. You dated 6 months before Peter told you he was Spider-Man. He finally ran out of excuses, and he showed up bloodied and bruised at your place. After that, you begged Peter to move in. You worried about him getting hurt and needing someone to take care of him. But Peter waited and moved into your place on your first anniversary. “ Hon, are you in there? I think I lost you for a second.” Nellie asked as you came back to reality. “ Yeah, I was just thinking about everything you said…. Maybe I do need a drink. “ You said as you packed away your phone and headed out the door.

…

Peter knew he fucked up as soon as he enter the wear-house. He had been set up. He wasn’t going to go he knew how important tonight was. He had plans of his own to make it even more special. He was on his way to May’s to pick up the ring when he hear the cries. He slipped into an ally and quickly reappear donning his suit. He began to swing in the direction of the cries. He tracked it to the wear-house and now here we are.

“ Spider-Man. We meet again. “

Peter knew that voice all too well.

“Harry.”

“ Awww. My good pal Peter Parker remembers me. How sweet.” He taunted as he cut Peter off.

“ How did you escape and what do you want from me?”

“Oh, Peter, Peter, Peter. No how have you been or nice to see you?”

“Look ….Harry …. I’m sorry. I tried. I tried to make a cure. But it just didn’t work. I want to help you .”

“ Peter Parker. Spider-Man. Always trying to help. But, I don’t need poor Peter Parker’s help. But I do need something .”

“ Then what the hell do you want? “

“ revenge. I have been locked away for a long time all because of you. I thought it was time for me to have some fresh air.” Harry spat

That’s when Peter realized that they were not alone.

Springing into action, Peter shot webs at Harry trying to subdue him so he could figure out the severity of the situation. He wasn’t paying attention. A man came up behind Peter, the man picked Peter up and threw him across the room. And with that, a fight ensued. Peter would defeat one opponent and another one would appear. He felt like he was fighting for hours. Some men had weapons and some just their fists. All while Harry watched on. Just as Peter finishes fighting the last opponent that appeared, he hears a slow clap followed by laughing.

“ oh, poor little Peter Parker. You look so tired, yet the fighting has just begun. “

Harry‘s glider appeared and he mounted it. Peter and Harry began to battle. All the while, Peter was thinking about how pissed you were going to be at him. Harry and Peter kept throwing punch after punch. Peter realized that this was not going to end if they kept fighting like this. Peter begins looking around trying to find something to help him. Then, he spotted a loose beam. He quickly shot a web retreating the beam from above. The beam came crashing down on Harry. The fight was done. It was over.

Peter took a step back to catch his breath.

Then Peter felt it. A sharp stab to the right calf and then a pull. Peter looked down to find a crushed Harry with a grin on his face. And one word “ revenge” rolled off of Harry’s lip as he took a labored breath and passed out.

Peter knew he was fucked the moment he walked into the wear house

….

“ All I’m saying is if my man didn’t show up!?! Whoof! The man would be toast.” Mike was passing out drinks as you told your sorrows. “ And the worst part is I haven’t heard from him at all. I’m worried. It is not like him to not call. I usually get a reason or explanation.” Nellie smiled and squeezed your hand as tears rolled down your face. “ Hon, let’s not talk let’s drink! Ok?” Mike said with a grin. “ I… I needed to go home. I’m worried sick and I can’t even think. I’m sorry y’all. I don’t mean to be a buzz kill!” You start to leave the table. “ just text us when you hear something, Honey.” “ of course, Nel.” And you exited quickly heading towards home. You checked your phone to see if anyone posted anything about anything Spider-Man-related. Nothing. You called May and she knew nothing. She said that Peter called to say he was coming to get a package, but he never showed. All of the anger you had vanished. Something was wrong.

This wasn’t right.

…

Peter was in excruciating pain. He couldn’t see straight. He could barely get himself out of the building. He began his long trek home. Yes, May’s was closer but needed to see you. He couldn’t imagine how you were feeling. He made his way to the side of a build to prop himself up. He pulled out his burner phone. Shattered. “ Fuck” His heart sank. He couldn’t even call to tell you what happened. He knew he had missed your show completely at this point. All he could think about is the day you got the call.

“ Yes? Ok! That's wonderful. “

You were jumping up and down.

Peter was very confused and intrigued. “ Lovie? Are you ok? “

“ thank you see you soon.” You say as you hung up the phone.

You ran over to Peter and hugged him.

“PETE!! You are looking at a Broadway leading lady!!!!AHHHH!! I got a call! I’m going in as a replacement for Babe in Crimes of the Heart!!! “

“ That’s amazing my love! We have to celebrate “

“ Of course!! Let’s call May! She needs to know! And my mom! And Grace! I am just so excited I could yell it from every rooftop in New York!!

Peter laughed “ I mean can if you want I can put on my suit and…”

“ My sweet Pete, you know how I feel about swinging! Thank you for the offer though. Oh! Please clear your schedule for the first Friday of next month!”

“Alright my love. I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Those words rang through his head. He had to keep going. He had to explain to you what happened. He began to swing home, but he was losing so much blood. He was in mid-swing when he lost consciousness and landed in a tree. Peter came too and a few minutes later. The tree help cushion his landing, but it also caused more scrapes and bruises. He had to keep pushing on. He had to see you. He had to fix this. He began to swing again. In the distance, He saw your apartment. Just a little farther. He could make it. You would be there and everything would be ok. But, no lights were on. You must be out still. He swung up to the balcony. He just needed to rest his eyes for a minute he thought. Just one minute…

…

You made it home and enter your shared apartment. “ Peter. I swear to god. If you are just sleeping I’m going to. we’ll I don’t know but it not gonna be good. I’m so fucking worried about you and I ...” You were running the apartment rambling as you looked in each room for him to no avail. You open your window to see if he happens to be there. You gasped. There he was. Battered, bloodied, and bruised. He was unconscious. You have seen Peter in pretty bad shape but… this was bad. You quickly got him inside. You had a system at this point. 3 years of being Spider-man’s girl and you knew what to do. Most of the time…. This however was bad. You looked him over finding cut after, cut and finally a stab wound in the calf. The wound was so deep; you knew he needed more help than you could give him. You had options A. Call May, but Peter would be pissed B. Do it yourself and pray your boyfriend doesn’t die in front of you. C. Go to the hospital, but then you would have to explain what happened and you don’t know what happened. Or D. Call Grace. Grace was your best friend and also happened to be a nurse studying to become a doctor. You knew you could trust her. You were like sisters. So, you called her,

“ Hello, my Broadway star! You were great I still can’t get …”

“ Grace”

“What’s wrong?”

“ Grace, I need you to come to mine and Pete’s. He umm well I will explain when you get here to bring your Med kit ok? “

“I’m on my way”

…

10 minutes is all it took for Grace to get there You did all you could do. Cleaned up some of his cuts and scrapes, stitched a few minor injuries and now you were waiting. He hadn’t woken up. It never took him this long to wake up. He should be awake. This was killing you. You heard a knock, so you went and opened the door. Grace walked and looked at the figure on the couch. Then look over the room to find Peter’s discarded suit next to him on the floor “ Holy shit, Peter fucking Parker is Spider-Man. It makes sense, now!? All the excuses and bruises over the past 3 years. You are dating Spider-Man. Spider-Man is bleeding out on your couch. Fuck! Peter !! Your Peter is bleeding out on your couch! Here come to help me.“ she got to work. Stitching, cleaning, repairing and you became the assistant. It took what felt like hours to mend Peter’s broken body.

“ Honey, I did all I can without taking him in. What the fuck happened?”

“ I … I don’t know. He didn’t show up tonight. You know that. You were there. I went out with the cast, but I left. I was worried. something just felt off… I came home to find him out on the balcony. Gracie, I have never seen him this bad. I have been patching him up for almost 3 years… I …I thank you for everything. I can’t lose him. I can’t …. you broke down sobbing.

“I know, love. It’s ok. I’m here. I’m so sorry. “

You two sat embraced for a while “ Honey, I am gonna go get some meds and more bandages from my just in case stuff at home. He is gonna need some heavy pain pills. But, I can stay with you and maybe see if Jake can drop something by on his way to work. I can meet him downstairs, tell him something stupid. You know for a doctor he is not that smart, but I love him. ”

“ No, it’s fine . I’m just going to sit and wait. I will see you when you get back. “

….

3 am. You looked over at the clock on the wall. It had been 3 hours since you found Peter. Called Nellie explaining that Peter was in an accident and that was why he didn’t show. You called the stage manager and told them your partner had an accident and you would be out for a few days. They completely understood and wish him a fast recovery. And now you were waiting. Grace returned with meds and bandages for Peter. She brought you some coffee. Grace started getting settled in. She was staying in the guest room. No argument allowed. She needed to monitor Peter, and you needed her for moral support. You waited and waited. Watching the rise and fall of Peter’s chest. You were almost asleep when he began to stir. He groaned in pain and his eyes started to flutter open.

“Ummmmm…Ouch.”

“Peter, hey baby. Hey, try not to move. Yeah, Ouch is right?!? You need to stay still. You got banged up pretty bad. I need you to stay still ok, love?”

When Peter spoke, his voice was so weak you almost didn’t recognize it. “ Bug, I … I’m. I’m so …sorry. I missed … I missed …. I …made …it home. I tried….I had …to see ….you. I…I …”

“Hey, we will talk when you are feeling better. Please, rest your body where you can heal. I love you.”

With a mumbled, “ I. I love you too” Peter was out again.

You honestly don’t even think he was fully conscious in the first place. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding on to. Now that you heard his voice you can rest. You stretched out on the floor next to Peter.

….

When Peter started to wake up, the first thing he noticed is that he was no longer on the balcony. He woke up on the couch of your apartment. He tried to sit up but groaned in pain. “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Grace walked by into the kitchen to grab some ice along with water and meds to hand to Peter. “ Here, you need this .”

“ uhh, thank you. Where is my bug? And why are you here Grace? I mean you always are here but …”

“ Your bug is on the floor asleep next to you. She hasn’t left your side in hours, Pete. I’m pretty sure she only fell asleep because she cried so much. You woke up for a few minutes around 3 am, but you were delirious. But after she heard your voice, she calmed down enough to rest. Peter, what the fuck were you doing?”

“I was …I “ Peter started but Grace cut him off.

“You got messed up bad. You needed to go to the hospital. Shit, you probably still need to go. But, She called me because Spider-Man can go to hospitals. And now I’m here. And you! I’m so pissed!! FUCKING Spider-Man!?!? Y’all kept this from me!? “

“ I mean to be fair I didn’t her on purpose. I was injured and…”

“ Oh, so this happens a lot.”

“ no, not like this. I uh need to sit up can you help me. I need to see the damage.”

“ I will help you up and do you one better. You, my friend, have a total of 5 deep cuts with stitches, 1 stab wound, for a total of 175 stitches, 4 broken ribs, and your calf Is fucked. Your hand looks like shit, so it broke as well. I would need to see an X-ray to confirm. Oh and probably a concussion”

“ I feel like I was hit by a truck.”

“ you should, you lost enough blood to kill you. I have no idea how you are alive but, you need to stay alive because you see the girl right there.” pointing to you. “She needs you. She loves you. You stay alive for her.”

“ I know. Um …Grace, Can you do something for me?

….

“Peter?” You said groggily as you woke up on the floor covered with your favorite blanket and your pillow was placed under your head. Sitting up you see Peter awake and sitting up. The color has returned to him and he looks a lot more like the Pete you fell in love with. “Peter!” You were crying again, but this time happy tears. Hugging him tightly, but not too tight.

“ Bug, I’m so so sorry I miss your show. I was on my …”

“ Pete, it’s ok. I’m just … you’re ok. I was so fucking worried. I can’t lose you. “ you are sobbing.

“Baby, come here. “ Peter said opening up his arms. You crawled up into his arms and sobbed. “ You are never going to lose me, my love. I will always make it home to you.” He held you close, even though it was painful. He needed to hold you as much as you needed him to hold you.

You two stayed like this for a long time. Whispering sweet I love yous to each other. Not wanting to let go. You only broke away from Peter when you heard a knock at the door.

“ I don’t want to go get it. I want to stay here in your arms. “

“ I will be here when you get back …. Go get the door.”

You got up begrudgingly and made your way to the door. Opening the door to find a dozen of your favorite flowers and a box from your favorite cupcake bakery.

“ huh, that’s funny.” You said entering the living room with the flowers and cupcakes.

“ what is it, love?”

“ Someone left Flowers and cupcakes on our doorstep. “

“No card?”

“ Nope. I guess I will open the box? Maybe there is something on the inside.”

“Maybe?”

This was it. This may not be the way Peter had originally planned on proposing, but I will be just as special. … hopefully.

As you open the box you look to find a ring placed on a top center cupcake.

“Oh my god. Peter. This is a joke. Pete, you are joking.”

“ No, love I’m not joking. I would get down on one knee but uhm …anyway. I had this big plan. I was going to propose right after your show yesterday. At the park where we met, there were candles, musicians, and flowers. It was magical. I was on the way to get the ring from May and I heard crying. I had investigated. I couldn’t just leave it, but it was a trap. Harry had escaped and had this whole elaborate plan. The only way out was to… was to…umm ….The last thing he did was stab my leg. It was bad and the only thing I could think about was getting home to you.”

“ Pete ..”

“ Love, I can’t imagine my life without you. You are my light. My stars and moon. I had to make it more to you. I will always make home to you. Bug, will you do the honor of marrying me?”

You were sobbing. You hoped that this day would come, but a few hours before this you were very doubtful.

“ Do … I … have …to put …the ring on… myself?” You managed to get out in between sobbing.

“ Is that a yes?”

“Yes, I will marry you!”

“Yeah?” Peter says in between kisses.

“I love you, Pete.”

#andrew garfield x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #spider man x reader #spider man fanfiction

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astranva · 4 years ago

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Falling Duet

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff but it’s so 🥺

Warning: Nothing

Request: harry dating singer!reader: he has to perform at some awards and he invites her to sing with him but no one else knows? love your writing🤧❤

Summary: You and Harry sing an unreleased version of Falling at an award show.

The lyrics used are of “Falling (other POV)” by THE cutie, Ally Naso 🤍

// masterlist //

**reposted bc tumblr is messing up the tags & nobody can view it. sigh.

It all started when a friend of yours had recorded you singing in your school’s bathroom during senior year.

7 years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it if somebody told you that you would be a 13-time Grammy nominated artist, as well as having 6 of that very award sitting on your shelf at your childhood home – one for Best Artist, and one for Album of the year.

You would have laughed even.

But it wasn’t a joke nor was it a dream you wished to never wake up from; it was as real as life could be.

You were successful in the industry and if any of your fans were asked, they would say that it was because of your immense talent and unproblematic, empathetic, kind character.

It was one of the many reasons why so many people on the internet had shipped you with a certain English man, him having been only 20 when you went viral and got signed.

A year into the industry, it was one day when you remember your Twitter notifications going crazy;

“HARRY STYLES JUST SAID HE LOVES YOUR MUSIC AND THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”

“omg pls tell us you watched 1d’s interview with jimmy kimmel”

“IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! CAN YOU PLEASE BE TOGETHER ALREADY???”

Looking back at that memory, you remember how you were a shaking and overwhelmed mess as you had clicked on the link everybody was sending you.

The video had begun with the audience cheering as the camera was on Jimmy and the 5 men near him.

And there he sat; in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, medium-length hair looking like he had run his fingers through many times, his hands clasped as he looked at Jimmy.

“Who’s most likely to let a woman split the band?” Jimmy had asked.

They had looked at each other, not answering for a moment before Niall chimed in with a laugh as he pointed at Harry, “Harry would let his celebrity crush do that.”

Harry rolled his eyes jokingly as his bandmates agreed and laughed, slapping his hands against his thighs in feigned annoyance.

“Who is that? Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Just this talented person.” He had tried to smile his way through the question, but no one was having it.

“You know Y/N Y/L/N? She’s an amazing singer,” Louis told Jimmy.

“Y/N!” Jimmy beamed, “We had her on the show two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, he watched that.” Liam had gestured towards Harry.

Hiding his face in his hands for a moment, the audience cheered as his friends continued to laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jimmy asked Harry in a teasing manner.

Having had decided to get it over with, Harry nodded as he clasped his hands together again, “She’s very talented and beautiful.”

“Lovie, can you help me with the necklace? My nails are still drying.”

You looked up from your place on the couch, sitting in your long dress looking so beautiful that Harry had lost track of time of getting into his own suit because he was too busy giving you a photoshoot on his phone.

Standing up, you reached and clasped his necklace for him, dusting his shoulders to signal that you were done.

Turning, you were met with your boyfriend of 4 years beaming at you before he leaned to press his lips against yours.

“You look so good.” You smiled up at him, “So beautiful.”

“Have to try to catch up with how you look tonight,” he replied with a wide smile, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” You admitted.

Amusingly and completely and utterly in love, Harry tilted his head slightly, “Any reason why you’re not? You usually hate those.”

It was true. You didn’t really like award shows because of how tiresome all the process was; hair, makeup, dressing up, walking only to pause every second, the repeated questions you have been answering for years, how more judgmental the world was on nights like these.

But it was always when Harry was able to be by your side that you liked the night, and the tall man knew it, but he had always loved hearing you say it.

To feed his ego, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Because you’ll be there.”

“Music to my ears.” He joked, shaking his head slightly.

“Just feeding that already overfed ego of yours, baby.”

“Excuse you.” He pecked your lips, “Let me add food for Evie then we can leave.”

“I’ll do it, don’t mess up your nails.” You patted his chest before moving away to attend to your cat.

The fans and reporters all had anticipated the moment of yours and boyfriend’s arrival, and the both of you knew it.

You were fairly private with your relationship. While everyone knew you were together, the both of you didn’t always post about one another but when you did, it went viral – something you and Harry, shamelessly, enjoyed.

It was why during moments like this, everyone was eager. Reporters were hungry for content, all having different intentions, but you spend enough time in the industry and you sort of begin knowing what to say and how to say it.

Harry was scheduled to perform, something everyone knew of, but it was the fact that you were joining him not on the red carpet, but on stage that they didn’t.

Getting out of the car together, the screams and flashing lights were then doubled.

Harry closed the door behind you with a polite smile to the security standing. Bending a little, he adjusted your dress’s short train for you as you looked back at it before you looked up at him.

As if they weren’t snapping pictures like crazy yet, you reached and fixed Harry’s hair at the front, his eyes looking up with a smile as you did so.

“Thanks, love.”

With that, Harry placed his arm around your waist as you walked to the first spot on the red carpet.

“When was the last time we appeared together? They’re going mad.” You whispered, looking at Harry as he smiled to the cameras.

He chuckled, looking at you, “I think we deprive them too much.”

“Let’s give them enough content to last a year.”

Nobody but the both of you knew what you meant, and it was why the flashing lights and camera shutter sounds were then tripled the moment Harry’s lips were on yours in a soft kiss.

“Can we sign stuff?” You asked a woman standing on the sides, “Can we see the fans?”

When she nodded at you, you and Harry ignored posing for a few minutes to converse and meet fans.

“I love you and Harry so much!” One fan said shakily as you signed a paper for him.

“Thank yo- Hey! I saw you in Amsterdam last year, right?” You grinned.

And that was another thing not only your fans loved about you, but Harry, too.

You were no stranger to connections. You were no stranger to making people feel seen and treating them in a way that no fan expected to be treated – a friend, and you remember friends.

“Harry, do you think Y/N will win Songwriter of the Year?” A fan asked.

Harry shrugged with a smile, “I hope so but we all know she is anyway.” He waved his hand with a joking manner, making the closest fans laugh.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll win Artist of the Year?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, “There are so many amazing artists. I wish them all the best.”

“He’s a humble man,” you teased, patting his shoulder, “We all know he is anyway.”

You were confused as they, Harry included, laughed in shock. “What?”

“He literally has just said the same thing about you.”

You laughed, looking at Harry, “Shut up, no way!”

“The both of you have been doing that for years.” One fan commented with a grin, “It’s adorable. It’s like telepathy or something.”

“Oh yeah, we are telepathic,” Harry nodded, “It gets a little scary sometimes.”

“Heeey!” You laughed, “It’s actually helpful. One of us would be just walking at home and we’d look at each other and know that the other just means something like “feed Evie” or “take out the trash””

“This is so cute!”

“Harry, what are you performing tonight?”

“You’ll find out in a bit.” He pointed.

Shortly, you and Harry had to take more pictures and do interviews before you were escorted inside.

It was the little moments that fans also lived for; how Harry held your hand as you sat so discreetly, how the both of you chatted and giggled among one another and those around you, how Harry fist-bumped the air the moment your name was called to receive your award of Songwriter of the Year before kissing you. It was how they knew this was real – how love wasn’t something you only listen people sing about or write novels for.

It was in how Harry’s eyes didn’t move from you as you gave your speech, a wide smile on his face and eyes resembling twinkling stars for crying out loud.

It was in how you ended your speech with: “This is to the man who has inspired and pushed me forward to write every single day. I love you.”

It was in how you looked more nervous than Harry himself when his category was called before you were the first to get out of your seat with a happy “yes!” once they announced that he won.

It was in how Harry cupped your face that moment to kiss you before walking to receive his award.

It was in how you remained standing, those behind you only smiling instead of being annoyed, with your hands clutched together against your heart, tearful eyes, and the brightest smile in the room.

“You’re going to tell me this is cheesy,” Harry chuckled slightly, giving a shrug as he looked at you, “But I wouldn’t be standing here, holding this, if it weren’t for you. I love you, too.”

But then Harry was about to perform and you weren’t in your seat.

The award show had decided to make a skit of it, the host being Miley had held her microphone as she stood in the empty isle beside yours and Harry’s empty seats.

“We know Harry Styles is performing in minutes,” she said, looking at the camera with a playful smile, “But where is Y/N Y/L/N? We know, we know,” she nodded, “Probably backstage for some extra good luck but-” people laughed, causing Miley to pause and chuckle, “But seriously, guys. There’s a show and it must go on.”

“It’s going on.” Harry said from backstage into his mic before the stage went dark.

It wasn’t until piano tunes sounded that the arena grew dim, a spotlight on the piano at the center of the stage where you sat, your fingers gentle against the keys as you played the beginning notes of Falling.

“I'm in my bed,

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in my wandering hands.” Harry sang as he came on stage, holding the mic in his hand before taking a seat beside you.

Everyone had expected him to sing the next verse, but it wasn’t his voice that they then heard.

“I'm in my bed

Instead of yours

Cried to sleep turned off all of lights and locked all of the doors.” You sang, eyes on the piano keys.

“Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left.” His eyes were on you, body turned slightly towards you as he felt like the both of you were in your living room in front of your white piano.

“I replay what you said

Don’t know if it’s true

Left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we could undo.” You sang, closing your eyes as you got ready for the chorus.

“What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What am I now? What am I now?

Don’t want to cry ‘cause I can’t stand the sound

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

The both of you sang together, your voice being softer and quieter than Harry’s.

“What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if you’re someone I can’t live without?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

It was a version nobody had heard before, and it was why everyone was quiet, the only sound coming from you, Harry, and your lone instrument.

It was something you had written together following a rough patch of your relationship, and everyone knew that it was more personal with the way the both of you sang.

When his eyes weren’t closed, Harry sang as he looked at you, and he knew that performing this song meant more to the both of you than anyone could imagine. One look at your face and Harry knew you were reliving the night of when the both of you had written this; eyes a little red from crying, bodies hot, Harry wearing a hoodie of yours while you sat in your underwear with his purple fluffy robe on.

“Can I do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.”

You both sang the bridge together, yours being shorter than Harry’s note as you carried a softer tone, closing your eyes as you played the piano, feeling your throat close up before gulping.

He knew.

It was why the final chorus was sung softer and quieter, Harry’s forehead resting against your temple for a moment as the both of you sang.

“I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.” Harry finished, putting his mic down as he stared at you with a small smile, watching you in your element as you played.

Managing to look at him as you played single soft notes, you sang, “I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.”

You played the end single notes, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and a bashful smile.

It was like you were unaware to the erupted cheer and round of applause, you threw your arms around Harry, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly.

Crying from the overwhelming emotions, you were thankful your mascara was waterproof. You called it.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in your ear, “I love you so much.”

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tobesolonely · 4 years ago

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jealousy

a/n: hello! this is a little one shot that’s apart of my dad!harry universe! you dont have to read the original one to understand this one shot but if you’d like to, ill link it here . i hope everyone enjoys! please reblog and leave feedback if you do<33

summary: y/n and harry have another child, and their first born is a little skeptical on the idea of being a big sister.

warnings: none

word count: ~1.7k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

After hours of excruciating contractions, a backache like nothing you’ve ever felt in your life, and the horrid discomfort that came with pushing, you forgot all about your displeasure when Harry grabbed your hand, eyes sparkling, and said: “He’s beautiful, Y/N. Oliver’s here.”

When you found out you were having a baby boy, you were ecstatic. You and Harry already had a daughter, a fiery six-year-old named Allison, or Ally, as she preferred, and wanted to try for a boy. Girls run on both sides of your family, so you were pleasantly surprised when you found out you were expecting a baby boy. However, your daughter was not so happy about this news.

At first, you and Harry thought that the farther along you got in your pregnancy, the more your daughter would warm up to the idea of being a big sister. Unfortunately, the opposite happened. She became withdrawn and had outbursts that you would describe as “unpredictable and unprovoked.” You tried using your own experience as an older sibling to help your daughter know what to expect. You let her pick the color for the nursery. Harry got a t-shirt made that said, “Best big sister ever!” but she never wanted to wear it. Despite your greatest efforts, nothing changed your daughter’s attitude. She was much like you in that aspect— once she had an opinion on something, it was difficult to get her to see things from a different perspective. Still, you were looking forward to your eldest meeting the newest addition to the family.

After a few hours of skin to skin, feeding, and napping (because everyone knows you sleep when the baby sleeps), Harry breaks the silence. “Told my mum she can come over with Ally and Gem, now. Are yeh okay with visitors?” His voice is scratchy from not speaking for so long, and he’s whispering in an effort to not wake up your son.

“That’s fine,” you respond, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “Just exhausted. Maybe a short visit?” Harry nods, telling you he already suggested they don’t stay for long. You look over at your son, starting to feel a little anxious. Ally had six months to adjust to the idea of having a sibling, and she was upset about it right up until the very end. When you went into labor, as Harry frantically got the car packed, she stood off to the side and said nothing. When Harry’s mom arrived as you were getting set to leave, the two of you told your daughter to be good, gave her hugs and kisses, and reminded her how loved she was. Still, Ally said nothing. When Anne waved as Harry backed the car out of the driveway, Ally had a look on her face that she didn’t often wear— a look that could best be described as pure hurt.

“What’s on your mind?” While you were lost in your thoughts, Harry moved from the chair near the window to the one next to your bed.

“I’m just worried about how Ally’s gonna react to him,” you gesture toward your son, who was still fast asleep in his bassinet. “Did you see how she looked at us when we left? Hardly said a word to either one of us.”

Harry hums thoughtfully, thinking back on the earlier day's events. “Guess you’re right, now that ‘m thinkin’ about it. She didn’t seem excited at all, did she?”

You shake your head, tears starting to form in your eyes. Harry’s expression softens, and he reaches to gently cup your face. “Hey, don’ gotta cry, lovie. Just wait ‘til she sees him. Promise she’ll fall in love jus’ like we did, trust me.” He wipes a stray tear from your cheek and gives you a reassuring smile.

“You’re right,” you tell him, feeling silly for getting so emotional so quickly. “I know it’s a big adjustment. My mom told me I was the same way when my little sister was born.” Harry nods, retracting his hand from your face and reaching to grab a tissue from the table beside your bed.

“See? Who woulda thought yeh didn’t like your sister when she was born? The two of yeh are inseparable at this point, know she’d be right here beside you if she wasn’t away at university.”

You’re about to respond when a gentle knock at the door interrupts your conversation. Harry’s eyes light up as he turns to see his mother, Gemma, and your baby girl all walk into the room. Gemma is holding a big bouquet of flowers, Anne has a bunch of balloons with “It’s a boy!” written in curly script, and Ally is clutching onto her grandmother’s hand, a stuffed bear that you don’t recognize as being hers in tow.

“C’mere and give Daddy a hug,” Harry immediately stands up and goes to pick up your daughter, twirling her around. “Missed yeh so much, love bug. Were you good for grandma and auntie Gem?” Harry’s voice is still quiet, as Oliver was still sleeping, and no one wanted to deal with a fussy baby at the moment.

“Yes, daddy.” Ally answers quietly and shortly, looking down at the floor. Harry notices this and sets her down, kneeling to make eye contact with her.

“What’s wrong, Ally? Mumma and Daddy have noticed that yeh haven’t been yourself lately. Something botherin’ you?” Harry questions, already knowing why she was so upset but wanting to give her a chance to freely express how she was feeling.

“S’just…” she says, tugging on her shirt and stretching it out, a bad nervous habit she developed. “I don’ think I want a brother, Daddy. Auntie Gem said it would be fun, but I jus’ don’t think so.” Your daughter has a look of genuine worry on her face. At this point, Gemma and Anne have made their way over to you, quietly offering congratulations and gushing over Oliver.

“What makes yeh think it won’t be fun, bug? What are some things you’re worried about?” Harry takes one of her little hands in his, rubbing gentle circles on her thumb. Ally harshly rubs at her eyes, and you know this means she’s about to start crying.

“Jus’ think you and Mumma won’t love me anymore… because you’ll be too busy playing with him,” She looks over in her brother’s direction, not even wanting to say his name. “I bet he’ll get more cuddles than me.”

Your heart breaks at the fact that your daughter thinks you and Harry don’t have enough love in your heart for her and her baby brother. “Ally, come over here and lie next to Mumma,” you call out quietly. Harry picks her up and brings her over to you, laying her on your bed cautiously to make sure she doesn’t accidentally get tangled in any of your IV’s.

“Baby, there’s nothing and no one on this planet that could make me and Daddy love you any less. We have enough love in our hearts for you and Oliver. Do you understand?” You ask. She doesn’t say anything.

“D’ya wanna hold him?” Harry offers, looking at his mom and sister who have hopeful looks in their eyes. They know how difficult it’s been for Ally to accept a new sibling, as Anne and Gemma have both reassured you countless times when you’ve vented to them about it.

“I guess,” she mumbles, looking at her hands. Harry tries a different approach.

“I see yeh had a new bear in your hand when yeh walked in. Is that for your brother?” Ally looks at the bear that she had discarded on the chair and nods slowly.

“Auntie Gem got Mumma flowers, an’ grandma got balloons. So I wanted to get something too,” she tells him, looking between yours and Harry’s faces. He smiles widely at this and reaches to grab the bear.

“That’s so thoughtful of yeh, bug. See? You’re a natural big sister! Did Auntie Gem teach you some things when I wasn’t around?” Ally chuckles at this, playing with the stuffed animal’s legs. “Do yeh wanna hold him and give him the bear, Ally?”

She quickly nods, a noticeable shift in her mood. Harry tries to hide his excitement as he walks over to Oliver’s bassinet, who was now starting to wake up. He coos when Harry picks him up, and you’re relieved when he doesn’t burst into tears like he has been for the past few hours.

“Hold your arms like this,” you demonstrate for your daughter, situating her body next to you so she could hold her brother without hurting him. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Gemma pull out her phone and start recording.

“Ready for him?” Harry questions. Ally nods and Harry slowly places her brother in her arms. “Make sure yeh hold the back of his head, bug. Can’t let it dangle.” You help her readjust her hand placement to offer more support to Oliver’s head. Ally looks up, a dimpled smile on her face.

“He’s so little!” She exclaims, staring back down at him in awe. You and Harry look at each other, tears filling your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“He is, isn’t he?” You ask, quickly wiping under your eyes. Anne places her hand on your shoulder, looking down at her grandson with a look of pure adoration in her eyes.

“He’s beautiful,” she gushes, sounding slightly choked up. “He’s got eyes just like yours, Ally.” You see her smile at this, but she doesn’t look up, not wanting to stop staring at her new brother. She reaches carefully with the hand, not supporting her brother’s head to grab the stuffed bear she picked out for him, setting it next to him.

“This is for you, Olly,” she says, placing the bear beside him. “You can sleep with him every night!”

Harry glances at you again, a look of relief on his face. “Olly, is it, bug? He has a nickname just like yours,” he tells her, reaching over you to smooth her hair. “Ally and Olly. I like tha’.” Your heart is full, and your family is complete.

At least, for now.

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wherearemyglassesbro · 4 years ago

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i saw that you play genshin impact, so i’m kind of curious... what’d be the axis and allies’ vision and weapons?

Uh oh...now you got me started. Be warned, it’s a long one cause I have no self control

Some key terms for those who don’t play genshin impact and want to be included!!

Cryo -> ice, Hydro -> water, Dendro -> nature, Geo -> rock, Pyro -> fire, Electro -> lightning

Hilichurls: a common enemy found in the wild. Despite looking like hairy trolls, they have a district language as well as texts, art and song that they share together making them an advanced species!

Ruin guards: another enemy. Giant, scary robot...they scare me...

Knights of Favonious: an organization of knights within Mondstat that keep order and peace :) very nice guys and gals over there!!

Mondstat: modeled after Germany

Liyue: modeled after China

Alfred: pyro, claymore, Springvale Mondstat

Alfred would be a super heavy hitter in battle but his drawbacks are that despite his energetic nature, he’s slower because of the weight of his weapon

He blows stuff up a lot and sets all of the grass around you on fire so if you fight with him...His teammates will take damage from him Jeez Louise!!!

Since we don’t have all of the nations of Teyvay unlocked, I don’t know where he’d be from! I’d have to explore to get a sense for it so for characters that don’t have a place on the map yet, I’ll mark them with an asterisk from now on! :)

Idk where he lives but I do know that he’d be a devoted member of the adventurers guild! He’s always willing to offer a helping hand to anyone in need! Wether it be helping Granny Ann make hash browns or taking comissions to go kill a huge ruin guard who’s terrorizing the town!! He’s always leaping into new jobs! He isn’t even in it for the money or rewards! He just loves helping out!

Arthur: Dendro, archer, Mondstat

Artie is a beast in battle! Shooting vine Aries at enemies to tie them up or temporarily blind them??? Sick as fuck. Keep in mind, Genshin doesn’t have any Dendro characters that are playable yet so idk how they’d fight but I think I can guess :)

Artie is technically part of the knights of favonious because he works in their library. He translates books written in ancient texts into the standard language so historians and others can read what the old civilizations had to say

Instead of having normal eyes, they’re slit like snake eyes. And he has leaves instead of hair :)

He has a little seelie that floats around at his side. He talks to it but it doesn’t really do anything but provide company to a lonely guy :’) he needs more friends

Matthew: Anemo, catalyst, *

It’s always good to have a catalyst on your team! Ningguang is a great example of an underestimated catalyst cause she can do INSANE damage man!! So I think Mattie would be the same way

Matt isn’t violent and doesn’t enjoy fighting so his in-game voice lines would say that lol

Mattie is an alchemist! Well...A student alchemist. He didn’t take up an interest in alchemy until like, 3 years ago so he’s got a lot to catch up on still! He’s doing his best!

He gets very annoyed with Alfred since Mattie is detail oriented and gentle...Alfred is not any of those things. But he still loves his brother and on rare occasions, he’ll assist him with his commissions

Ivan: Cryo, catalyst, Liyue(temporary)

Ivan would be a support character for sure but he’d do a damn good job of doing it

He’s buff but he doesn’t do hand to hand combat, he’s mastered magic for a reason

Ivan spends most of his time studying hilichurls. He writes books about them, translates their texts and acts as a peace keeper when he can. He gets information from them about the Abyss Order in return for free reign of small portions of protected land where they can live without fear of being killed

Because he’s from Schneznya(spelling?) he’s kinda expected to be a bad guy but he left a long time ago. But he still sounds like he’s from there and...He’s super pale too so there really is no mistaking where he’s from

Ivan can’t stand how ignorant humans are towards hilichurls so he does everything he can to advocate for them. He’s covered in scars from when he first started engaging with the beasts. A huge scar runs down his face but he doesn’t mind it

He’s got big, sharp teeth!! So he doesn’t often smile cause he thinks he looks weird

Francis: Hyrdo, long sword, *

Fran is underestimated when it comes to combat (like Kaeya...I see you slandering this man) but he has so much potential!

Since he’s a hydro, he is so useful for elemental reactions! If he’s paired with a cryo or pyro user, he’d totally boost them!!

Fran is a traveling entertainer, he goes between the 7 nations as a singer and actor for small stage plays. He has a crew of friends who travel with him, they’re one jolly bunch!

He always acts all nonchalant and stuff but once he’s in a battle, he’s wild. Especially if the abyss order holds up his crew on their way to their next tour destination “We need to be in Liyue Harbor in four hours you are NOT holding us back!” *tidal wave*

He’s a regular tavern hopper! A very recognizable face since he’s been banned from a handful for getting too rowdy

He can make not one, but 2 special dishes :0

Yao: Dendro, polearm, Liyue

I just imagine him as a shorter, richer and cooler version of Zhongli

He’d do that kick move that Zhongli does with his polearm oh man that looks SICK dude!!!

Yao would shoot vines out and they’d strangle enemies for a few seconds before disintegrating but if he’s leveled up enough, they’ll totally strangle those stupid hillichurls lol

Yao sells rare gems and other miscellaneous items for very high prices in Liyue where he grew up. His shop is upstairs by the Fatui bank. Rich people enjoy looking at what his shop has to fifer and will argue prices with him. They’re getting scammed for sure. He’ll list a set of cor lapis earrings as $50,000 and the rich will be like ‘I’ll pay $25,000, no more than that’ and he’ll take it!!....Cause thise earrings are worth $5000 at most >:)

Hes close with a lot of the higher ups in Liyue and is often invited to fancy lunches or dinners where they discuss policy, contracts and vendor permits. He doesn’t really get a say in any of that but he benefits from listening

Kiku: Electro, claymore, *

Kiku would be SUCH an awesome electo user are you KIDDING me??? I can see it now, him swinging that huge sword around, purple lightning bolts flying all around and he looks like a total badass? Amazing vibes

When paired with cryos???? He’d do an insane amount of damage fr

Kiku runs a small restaurant where he...runs the place...but doesn’t cook. His restaurant is extremely exclusive and people often throw fits when they can’t get in cause the wait list is over 5 years long. He’ll rest his hand on their shoulder and smile ‘is something wrong? I’d love to take a complaint if you have one’...No one has even dared to complain to his face lol

Behind the restaurant front he deals with the Fatui, buying and selling minerals or artifacts. That’s where his knowledge is at, not with food. He pays his staff to ignore what goes on behind the scenes and the locals are too busy enjoying the restaurant to question what goes on after dark

Gilbert: Pyro, long sword, Mondstat

Gil would be one of the free characters given to you at the beginning of the game but hey, I’m not complaining

He’s highly destructive and very chaotic in battle, he can do that spin move even though that’s meant for claymore users

He’s Mondstat’s biggest trouble maker. He runs an underground gambling room that sits underneath a tavern. He isn’t really into gambling but he makes a lot of money by running it

The only knight who knows is Ludwig which is not good cause...Gil pretty much bribes his brother into not telling the knights of favonious (peace keepers of Mondstat)

Gil never got his gliding certificate cause he kept flying into buildings. He broke his nose doing that lol

Lovino: Pyro, catalyst, *

I can’t add anymore images so imagine a floating, red and black orb. Lovi doesn’t get a book catalyst cause he doesn’t read :) That’s the catalyst thing I’m talking about 😅😅

My guy has the angriest in game voice lines, he’s inconvenienced by every battle, every enemy is ugly and a fuckin disaster. He’s just. Angry.

He’d be a super weak character if he needed to rely on hand to hand combat but he learned magic for a reason babey

He owns a flower stand in his country and makes all kinds of beautiful flower arrangements. He even picks his own flowers in the fields when he can (but usually pays the town’s children to do it for him to ‘teach them the value of hard work’).

Everyone knows he’s a total hothead and will piss him off on purpose just cause it’s funny lmao. But then somehow...Their hair or clothes will just...catch on fire. So is it really worth it to tease him? :/

Feliciano: Hydro, archer, Mondstat(temporary)

I feel like Feli would also be a free character, not cause he isn’t good or anything! But you always need an archer on your team!

Feli has healing properties for his team and doesn’t do an insane amount of damage but when given the right resources, he’d be a pretty sick healer

He moved to Mondstat to join the church there. He leads prayers in front of the church and sings in the choir inside.

He is the sweetest and has never committed a crime in his LIFE but he’s afraid of the knights lol he’s terrified that he’ll get in trouble and be kicked out of Mondstat forever! That would never happen but he’s a worry wart cause of his brother

Ludwig: Geo, long sword, Mondstat

Lud is the only one that I could really think of as a Geo but Geos are awesome :)

He’s a hard hitter but has like...No shield so he’ll take damage fast if you don’t give him those artifacts with shield in them or whatever lol uhhhh I wouldn’t know anything about that cause I suck at building my teams ;-;

He’d totally be in with the knights of favonious! (I think that’s spelled right lol) but he’d take his duty as a knight very seriously!! He’s a familiar face around Mondstat, the elderly absolutely adore him and the local teenage girls swoon over him which he finds super embarrassing lol

He has to work hard to keep Gilbert in check cause even though Gil isn’t a knight, his actions reflect negatively back on Lud very often... :(

Please ignore the spelling errors and terrible photo cropping on my part lol this was so fun!!

By the time you’re seeing this, ive already made full outfit red sheets for everyone mentioned above!!!! :D

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meet-me-in-the-kitchen · 5 years ago

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(Accident)ally in Love

Y/N bleeds over Harry’s sheets, and he reacts in ways she doesn’t expect.

As dawn breaks, Y/N tosses and turns a bit uncomfortably, waking—what seems to be—unusually early from a swelling, nauseating ache in her stomach. As the pain intensifies, she has no choice, but to crack her eyelids open. When she peeks her eyes open, she sees the warm glow of a newly risen sun just barely streaming in through the thin curtains. Too tired to think anything else of it, she just huffs, adjusting her position a bit more so the warmth of Harry’s sprawled body is closer, almost pressing entirely to her backside, and tries to urge the pain away with use of his heat, and the delicious scent of his cologne. Despite her dead-set, fierce will, her body still betrays her—back and stomach aching something fierce, and she sleepily runs the possible reasons for her pain over in her head, wondering if it’s take-out, but she hasn’t had take-out in weeks, because Harry had cooked for her. Then, she remembers it’s December 22nd, and it sort of clicks in her mind. Her period.

She doesn’t think much of it, too sleepy to grab Midol or Ibuprofen, and the aches are still moderate; they ebb and flow, and the nausea isn’t too bad. she just sort of takes his hands from where they are strewn haphazardly about on the pillows and her body, and places his big palms over her aching belly.

He stirs a bit from the action, but hums contentedly in his sleep, his long fingers splaying out under the thin material of the packer’s jersey (his) she had on, and they soon engulf the whole surface of her tender abdomen and the heat and subtle pressure is just wonderful and what she needs to comfortably take the sharp edge off the dull pain and she hums plaintively, and he kind of reflexively wiggles closer to her and nuzzles her shoulder, lips pressing feverishly to his girl’s cheek, before falling back to sleep. And with her hands still over his hands to keep them in place, she finally dozes off a little, too.

As her lids grow heavy with sleep, a sudden thought interrupts her zen moment: period. Periods meant blood, and... she was suddenly hyperaware of the intensity of her cramps indicating she’d been on her period for quite some time overnight, and the thinness of her panties and jersey, Harry’s jersey, drenched in the same substance wetting the inside of her thighs. Fuck. Her eyes shoot open, pupils enlarging in panic. She’d bled onto Harry’s jersey, Harry’s bedsheets, and, judging from the close proximity by which he clung to Y/N, Harry, as well.

She felt the sudden desperate urge to cry. This was mortifying, embarrassing, humiliating—

“Fuck,” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes from the overwhelming amount of shame coursing through her in this cursed moment. “What am I gonna do?”

These accidents are usually fixable, and, for the most part, unnoticeable. Maybe, if she snuck out of Harry’s hold and grabbed some Oxy, she could—

She tentatively lifted herself up a bit, and the tears began to fall as a glaring, emergent bright red splotch, basically akin to the size of a small country, stared her in the face challengingly.

She knew it was normal to bleed through or get your period at unexpected times. However, even when her bedsheets got stained or she had to throw her perfectly fine clothes in the wash, she felt frustration. Now, these were Harry’s things she was ruining, and he had every right to be mad or disappointed at her for doing this to his bedsheets and jersey, and him.

Unable to just sit there and pretend her period didn’t exist, no matter how strong the urge was to do so, she decided it was best to rip the bandaid off, albeit she was crying out of anger at Mother Nature as she did so. She tore herself out of Harry’s arms, sniffling in response as he made incoherent noises and stirred, arms grabbing for her but coming back empty. So as to avoid any more public humiliation, she hopped to the bathroom, quickly grabbing an extra pair of clothes along the way.

“Love?” He croaks, rubbing at his eyes groggily, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she sniffles, flinging open a closet door and letting out a strangling sound from the back of her throat as a hoard of bathroom supplies came tumbling out, something that had Harry sitting up worriedly in bed. She reaches to grab a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, when her eyes catch onto an unopened box of pads, with a little sticky note reading a stupid period joke only adding on to her guilt. She’d ruined this thoughtful man’s sheets, and the urgency to fix it before he got disappointed or mad had her changing quickly, exiting the bathroom and swerving past Harry, avgedting eye contact while clutching hydrogen peroxide in hand like a weapon. She was on a mission to save the remaining bit of dignity she had left.

A colourful selection of expletives spew out of her mouth as a particularly vicious cramp causes something to twitch in her belly.

“Hey, hey,” he stops her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. He tilts her chin up with a finger, using it to stroke her cheek as her panicked gaze finally meets his curious one, forest green eyes searching hers. “What’s wrong, hm?”

It’s like a dam breaks with those kindly spoken words.

“I was asleep,” she blubbered mournfully, eyes shining, “but then— and I, I’m so sorry, Harry. I messed everything up, and your sheets—“

“Breathe, lovie,” he coaxes, eyes widening a bit at her explanation. She takes a deep breath, and he smiles lightly, before his fingers press into her upset frown again. “Now tell me what happened.”

“I don’t want you to be mad,” she whispers.

“At you? Never.”

“I ruined the bed,” she sniffed, “and your jersey.”

“The bed...?” His eyes unconsciously dart to the piece of furniture in question, the confusion on his face disappearing as he scanned the tell-tale red stain on the white bedsheets, realization settling into his features. When he reverted his gaze to her, he found her staring at him anxiously, and soothingly rubbed circles into her hips. “Hey, that’s no big deal, angel.”

“B-but, I ruined your sheets. Aren’t you mad?”

He swipes a lone tear from her cheek with his thumb, wrapping his arms around her in affection.

“You know,” he teases a wet smile from her, “there’s this wonderful invention, ‘s called a laundry machine, you send the clothes off and they come back clean.”

She swats at his shoulder lightly, and gazes up at him tentatively. “You sure you’re not mad?”

“No,” he kisses her on the spot, to ease her worries. It had been an eventful morning for her.

and the rest is like clockwork. He tells her to take a warm shower, and gathers the sheets and soiled undergarments and jersey to put in the wash. After that’s done, he changes the bedsheets and heads to the kitchen once he feels a bit more awake.

Once she’s back from her shower and feeling considerably more collected, Y/N walks to the kitchen timidly, to the enticing scent of bacon, eggs, and chocolate chip pancakes. There’s a cup of tea waiting for her on the counter in her cup, and a couple of Advil pills set aside next to it. She finds Harry bare-chested, a spatula grasped in his hand as he tends to whatever’s cooking on the stovetop. She gingerly takes a few quiet steps and wraps her arms around him from behind, burying her face in his back as he relaxes. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t think much of it, only muttering “‘s only some blood, innit?” while rubbing her back. He’s grown up around two women, and knows the ins and outs fairly well: a period is just as natural as sneezing, and, at the end of the day, he reckons a period is considerably harder than a quick run to the laundry room. He’d be a bit of a shit person if he didn’t rub her cramps away, do the washing for her when she was clearly stressed out, and generally help her get as comfortable as possible. He’d wash the sheets a million times over, if it meant she’d feel better. Caring for his girlfriend is less of a kindness and more of a given, isn’t it? Nevertheless, he presses a kiss to her full lips; her humming at the taste of chocolate and warmth, and then going back for more.

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anxious-allie-ren · 3 years ago

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Hey lovies! Just wanted to pop in and say hi! I’m still here and love seeing your interaction with the story. Life has been a little bit crazy right now. Some personal things have popped up that have pulled me away from writing. But I promise the next chapter will be coming, it is not forgotten!

Love,

Allie

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ohtheseboysilove · 5 years ago

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Ghost from the past VII [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 300 K +

Warnings : language, angsty angst

Summary : Reader and Roger are in love and happy. Until Ally, first love and ex-girlfriend of Roger come back after years of silence, bringing chaos in their perfect life.

Note : hahaha beginning of the end...or not ? Still not sure, together or not together ? Don’t know yet but the finish line of this story is really close ! I still adore reading your fantastic messages and comments, so please don’t stop, you’re the best lovies xx (please don’t hate me for this chapter haha ily guys)

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The two following weeks were tense. And sad. Seth still refusing to see his father and Roger was completely devastated. Both of you didn’t understand why suddenly the little boy was so angry about the situation, he did complain in the past but never at the point of ignoring his dad. It was five years old, after all, you couldn’t always understand how their little brains works. The drummer was an empty shell, trying his best to gain back the attention of his son but, sadly, he was as stubborn as his father.

“Baby, I made breakfast. You want some?” You asked sweetly as he entered the kitchen, an empty cup of tea in his hand.

“I’m alright, thank you darling” He sounded off all the time, like he wasn’t really here. You knew his mind was thinking about a solution to see Seth, Ally was refusing him any visit, claiming that the little boy didn’t want to see him. It was true, Brian paid them a visit to be sure she wasn’t making things worse but Seth was still angry toward his father. He was only five years old but he already understood that Roger was the reason of his mum’ sadness. “Oh and I cancel our trip to Vegas...I’m not in the mood to partying, I hope your understand my love” The blond gave you an apologetic smile, kissing lightly your hairs.

Before you could replied he was already gone. Probably to Ally’s place, desperate to talk to is little boy. You felt exhausted, the situation was awful and, a part of it was your fault, not directly but still. Your presence was complicating things for Roger and Ally, the thought of leaving was more and more present in your mind, heavier at every tears on the drummer’s face.

It wasn’t only Seth, even if he was a big part of this painful idea but it several little things that made you think it was maybe for the best. The fact that Ally would never stop trying to have Roger back ; Also that Freddie, bandmate and best friend of the blond was definitely on her side ; Roger’s pain to miss the daily life of his son ; His past with Ally, always in the back of your mind ; The number of people who thought their were together whenever there are with Seth ; The gossip magazines which were dragging you in the mud, calling you awful name for breaking a family ;

There were so many warnings, you avoided them all but after six months of this situation, you were tired. Maybe it was really time for you to go after all. You picked the phone and called the man who, you know, would be totally honest with you about this thought of leaving.

“Hey Fred, it’s (Y/N)...do you think we could talk face to face someday ?”

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Freddie organised a dinner at his place two days later and invited everyone, giving a chance to Roger to see his son and maybe fix the problem. You didn’t say anything to the drummer for now, you weren’t sure of what you will do, he didn’t notice your sadness, drowning in his own. You supported him the best you could and he told you how grateful he was for that but you couldn’t stand him so sorrowful, it wasn’t a healthy situation. Seth barely spoke two words to his dad, adding weight in your decision to take a break with the drummer, maybe not a total break up but some time to think about what was the best for the future.

At the end of the dinner as everyone was saying goodbye, Freddie asked to talk to you.

"I don’t think it’s a good idea Fred" Roger immediately stepped in front of you, in a protective gesture. "You said enough last time” You stayed quiet, half hide by the drummer’s frame, relived that he took your defence but also guilty to talk about leaving him behind his back.

Freddie sighed awkwardly and scratched his neck.

"Listen, I just want to apologise to your lady. Can I spoke to her or you’re gonna bit me if I come too close ?"

Roger raised an eyebrow, the singer wasn’t the type to apologise so he was rather surprised. The blond looked at you interrogatively and you squeezed his arm, a reassuring smile on your face.

"I will wait for you in the living-room” He pressed a kiss on your forehead and threw a last warning glare to Fred before waving a last goodbye to the others who were leaving.

Freddie and you walked in his giant but beautiful garden and he sat on one of the bench, gesturing you to do the same, Paul stood behind him, his hand on his shoulder. The singer turned and asked him to leave which he did, reluctantly.

"First of all, (Y/N), I’m really sorry for my behaviour since Ally came back, I had been completely awful to you and I dearly regretted it" You nodded slowly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I think I own you an explanation for my mean words to you with Ally around"

“I think I already know the answer Fred. You want them back together” You murmured with sadness, it was never pleasant to feel not wanted. “I got it, she was...is your best friend and she still in love with Roger, I know that”

"It’s not against you, I swear�� Freddie put his hand on top of yours. “I can’t...I can’t picture Roger with someone else than Ally. I did it when she left and you arrived but...but now she is back with Seth, I just think it’s gonna happen anyway”

"I think you’re right. I feel like I don’t belong in this group since she is back, or with Roger. I feel like I’m just in their way, ya know ?" He shifted uncomfortably in his seat but nodded sadly. “I think I should take a break with Roger. Maybe giving him the opportunity to see if he could...go back with Ally and Seth. I owned him that after all he did for me, I just want him to be happy. What do you think Fred ?” You asked with a weak voice, you were terrified of his answer.

Freddie moved his hand away and rubbed his eyes before lighting a cigarette.

"I think it’s the right thing to do”

He could have punched you right in the stomach it wouldn’t have hurt as much as his words just did.

"Ye–yeah ?" You blinked furiously as you felt your eyes watering.

"You asked me to be totally honest, I’m being honest” He took a quick puff, shaking his head. "I’m putting my friendship with Ally completely aside alright ? I speak as Roger’s friend and yours, even if I didn’t act like a friend these past months. But for your sake and them...a break could help all of you to see in this mess”

Your bit your trembling lower lips to prevent any tears to spill as your stomach was twisted painfully.

"I love him so much Freddie" You replied with a shaky voice. "But I feel like I’m not enough anymore" He stayed silent, his eyes filled with guilt, he was causing you pain and it hurt him too.

"I know you do, you wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for him. Talk to me (Y/N), it’s not my decision, it’s your, I can only you give you my feeling about it” You chocked a pathetic sob as he replied to you, sadness covering his face.

"I...I’m just exhausted to feel like I have to fight for him, for our future, all the time" You replied, your voice cracking under the mix of emotion rolling through your system. “It’s not his fault, I know he love me but there so many things which went wrong since Ally came back, I don’t know if I can handle all of this during years, Fred”

"Darling, you situation is...fucking shitty. I can’t imagine how hard it had been for you, I should had talk to you rather than be a little bitch” A noise between a sob and a laugh fell from your lips as you shook your head, sharing a glance with Freddie, both of you smiling sadly. “Roger love you, I know he does, it’s obvious. This is so unfair, I...I love you okay ? I’m not trying to be mean but he could...eventually live without you, he couldn’t do that with Seth, it’s his son, he is his priority. And I do think that...even if he said he don’t love Ally anymore, they could go back together for Seth and be a happy family”

He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, he wasn’t insensitive to your state but he was sure to do the right thing.

You couldn’t contain your watering eyes anymore, streams of salty tears soaking your burning cheeks. After Ally, now there was Freddie who was also convinced that Roger will go back to her eventually. You felt completely helpless, seeing your future with the man who, you were sure, was the love of your life slipping through your fingers.

"That what I thought too” You whispered weakly, your gaze staring intensely at your engagement ring like it would disappear at any moment.

"Maybe we’re wrong but for both of you, giving him the chance to see how life would be with Ally and Seth could be a good thing. And I know you can’t build a life with all the doubts you have, it’s not fair for you either”

“You’re right. I will...I will speak to Roger. Explain the situation and then...we will see” You slowly stood up and wiped away your tears and drooling nose. “Thank you for your honesty. I knew John and Brian would just say to stay with him no matter what”

“If he decide to stay with you (Y/N), I will be happy for the both of you, you know ? I regretted my horrible comportment toward you, I don’t know why I acted like this. I think I wanted to scare you away for Ally but it was really stupid, I’m sorry again darling” He opened his arms timidly and you gave him a thigh hug, every inches of your body felt like a tone of brick at the sadness of what became your life.

“It’s alright Fred, we all do mistakes. I’m not rancorous” You smiled through your tears and sighed deeply, just the though of saying Roger in few minutes made you sick.

“And (Y/N)” You turned around and Freddie had a serious face, unusual from him. “You don’t have to be ashamed about how you feel about the situation, most of people would have ran away with all the shit which happened to you. You’re not weak to ask for a break, you’re just human. I know I couldn’t handle a situation like yours, I think you very brave”

A wave of warmth spread around your chest at his words and you smiled softly before leaving without another word. You would tell Roger that you and Freddie had teary apologies, reason for your rather destroyed and broken appearance. It wasn’t even a lie but only half of the truth.

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After you made the decision to take a break with Roger, you decided to tell him at the end of the week. You already had everything plan, you would left during the three months of summer, going in somewhere you always wanted to visit. This absence would give all the time for Roger and Ally to reconnect...or not. And you also deeply needed this time alone. These past months had been so hard and intense for you, it was vital to take some rest away from this chaos that became your life. The fears, the cries, the pain...you wanted to forget all of this and saw how you would experience this break from London and the craziness.

You spent this week literally glued to your fiancé, well the most you can. Every kisses, every caresses, every intimate touches were feeling like they were the last one and maybe it would be.

It was friday night and you were leaving tomorrow, you needed to tell him. Tonight.

“Someone is being very greedy these past days” Roger murmured as you forced him to take his tee-shirt off as soon as he put a step inside your flat, kissing every inch you could reach of him.

“Roger, I need you” He fell on the sofa and grabbed your hips, putting you on his lap as he gently sucked onto your neck a love bite. “Please, baby, want you now” You whined as you fought with his belt, your fingers shaking as you tried to put aside what you were supposed to tell him.

“Alright, needy girl, why are you in a such hurry ? I’m not going anywhere” The drummer captured your lips for a deep and hot kiss, hands flying to your bottom, squeezing it playfully. “Are you going somewhere or what ?” He joked as your hands explored his bare torso, trying to remember how beautiful he looked.

You stopped every movements at his words, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlight.

“What ?” He asked when you didn’t replied to his kiss. “What’s wrong ?” You moved away from his thighs and sat next to him, feeling already overwhelmed with the conversation that would follow.

“Roger, I need to tell you something” The blond frowned at your serious tone and put a hand on your knee, rubbing it gently. “I...I thought about it a lot and I– I think we...we should take a break” You bit harshly your lower lip to calm down your nerves as the drummer looked at you like you were crazy.

“W–what ? What are you talking about ? It’s...it is because I pushed back the wedding ? We can get married tomorrow if you want, I–“ The sadness and panic on his face crushed your heart but you were sure it was the good thing to do.

“It’s not because of our wedding Roger, I just think...I feel like I’m in the way between you and Ally and it’s exhausting. Always wondering if you’re really done with her or not” You murmured before sniffled silently, you couldn’t look at him.

“Baby, I already told you a million time that I love you, fucking hell ! I don’t give a shit about Ally, we’re done !” He grabbed your hands, pressing them with fear. “You can’t just decided to both of us to take a break (Y/N), I won’t let you go, do you hear me ?” His voice was trembling but his eyes were filled with determination.

“Roger listen, I’m not breaking up with you okay ? I...I need time to think about all of it…I need to think if I can bear with a life like the past six months” His big baby blue eyes were shinning with tears as he slowly understood what you meant. “I love you, more than anyone but I can’t marry you if I’m not sure if we have a future or not. Seth don’t speak to you anymore and I feel like it’s my fault, because you’re with me and not with his mum. And maybe if I wasn’t here, you would be with her instead, being a happy family”

You rubbed your eyes, chasing the tears away because if you started crying now you wouldn’t finish this conversation.

“I...I don’t know what you want from me (Y/N), how can I convince you that I will never go back with Ally ?” You glanced at his thumb, as usual it was caressing your beautiful ring. The gesture made your heart sank. “Tell me”

“I’m leaving tomorrow for all summer, I have a flight in the morning” He gasped loudly, the feeling of treason covering his face, guilt was all over yours. “I want you to spend your time with your son and Ally, see if there still something between you two. I don’t want you to marry and then one day you regretted it because you still have feelings for her” You wiped away a tear from Roger’s cheek, it was even harder that you though. “I’m not saying we are over, okay ? I think it’s the best if both of us take some time apart, deciding what we want to do with the situation. I would be sad if you choose to go back with Ally but I won’t be mad, I want to give us a chance to be completely sure”

“I don’t need time away from you (Y/N), I know I want you, please don’t do that” He murmured with a broken voice and couldn’t contain the tears to roll on your face.

“You’re saying that because we’re always together, maybe deep inside you, feelings for Ally are still there and I don’t…I can’t continue to live with this fear, I’m so afraid that in the end, you would go with Ally and Seth and I will be all alone...” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you let your head fell on his chest, soaking his bare chest. “I need a break from all this pain Roger”

“I didn’t know you were feeling like that baby, I’m sorry” He croaked, his own body shaking with silent cries. “Do whatever you need to feel better, okay ? If...if you want me to give another try with Ally to be sure of my feelings, I will do it for you”

“Promise you will to do it for real ? Not just pretend. Use this time with Ally and Seth, as a family and if something with Ally happen, at least I would have my answer” You murmured with a weak voice as he nodded slowly, wiping his red nose. “I want you to forget about me during these three months and only focused on what make you the happier. No phone calls, just pretend I don’t exist”

He closed his eyes momently like if your words were painfully hitting him.

“If it what’s you want (Y/N)” He picked up his clothes and slowly stood up, sliding his tee-shirt over his head. “I’m sorry for these past months, how hard it had been for you but I hope our love would be enough to make you come back home” He cupped your wet and burning cheeks, pressing a painfully sad kiss on your lips, tasting salty tears and goodbye. “I love you”

“I love you too Roger” You replied in a whisper, he grabbed his keys and jacket before disappearing behind the door, the silent of the flat echoing through your ears.

You wiped your face with your top and took a deep sigh, even if you felt crushing with sadness and guilt to have caused pain to the drummer, your heart felt a bit lighter. Relieve flooding through your veins, you did it, it was hard and maybe you will regret it if Roger stayed with Ally but at least all your doubts will be gone. Whatever he or you chose to do, it would be for the best.

You made your way to your room and started packing clothes in the big backpack you bought for the occasion. You had decide to not stay in the same place but rather travelled between New Zealand and New Caledonia, two countries you wanted to deeply visit since forever, it was your chance. You will use your saving money and stayed in cheap hotels, improvising when it would be needed. The most important was that you will clear your mind and really think about what you wanted for your future.

With or Without Roger.

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Ahead of the third Women's March on January 19, many Jewish women struggled over whether or not to participate. That's because Women's March leaders have closely allied themselves with notorious anti-Semite Louis Farrakhan. It was a tough call for many progressive Jews, but it wasn't difficult for author Deborah Lipstadt, the professor of modern Jewish history and Holocaust studies at Emory University who recently urged Jewish women to "walk away from the Women's March." This, and other stories in the news, illustrate a steady rise in anti-Semitism on both the left and the right. In her new book, Antisemitism: Here and Now (Schocken, Feb. 2019), Lipstadt draws on history to analyze the increased hostility of today.

Despite current events, anti-Semitism is baffling to many people, both in how it manifests itself and among those who just don't see it. For example, it is very easy to see blatant anti-Semitism in, say, the Charlottesville neo-Nazi rally, or the Pittsburgh synagogue shooter. But not everybody sees the Women's March leaders as anti-Semitic, or author Alice Walker, who has also come under fire for alleged anti-Semitism. There are questions about what constitutes anti-Semitism that many Jews and non-Jews have and they go deeper and wider than any single news event. In addition to those questions, Lipstadt explores why Jews are among the only minorities who are not believed when they say they see anti-Semitism. It's a perplexing problem, and one reason why she chose to explain the phenomenon in the form of fictional letters to her from Jews and non-Jews.

"I started to write it as a straight narrative history kind of thing first and it was so boring I was falling asleep writing it," Lipstadt said. Then, at the suggestion of a colleague, she rewrote it in letter form, based on actual questions the Emory University Holocaust scholar has been asked. "I realized that letters was a way of a taking a topic bit by bit and personalizing it.”

It was not only a good way of tackling the nuances of how and when to recognize, say, anti-Semitism masquerading as anti-Zionism vs. legitimate criticism of Israeli policy, but also get at questions of the origins of anti-Semitism and why it seems to be in resurgence.

First, the origins. Her book calls anti-Semitism the most-ancient of conspiracy theories, one that defines Jews as a power far beyond their real numbers. She compares prejudice toward Jews to a comment made by an African American colleague, who said a white person can't grow up in Western society without absorbing racism. "I think in the same way, much of Western society has absorbed anti-Semitism," she said.

"If someone were to say to you, 'The stock market crashed, it's because the left-handed people got a hold of the powers of the market and manipulated it,' you say to them, ‘We're taking you to the psychiatrist right now,’" Lipstadt said. "But if they say to you it was a group of Jews and they were doing this to benefit Israel, you say, ‘Well maybe there's something to it.’"

This is the way ancient conspiracy theories about Jews have "metastasized" in the culture, the author said. Why, then, is anti-Semitism becoming more pronounced now? Continuing the medical analogy, but apologizing for its crudeness, Lipstadt likens anti-Semitism to the herpes virus.

"It's disgusting, but it doesn't go away. Come a moment of stress in society, come a moment of tension into someone's life, it can pop up,” she said. “I think of anti-Semitism as the herpes in society; it keeps asserting itself at times of tension, at times of dislocation, and that's one of the reasons we're seeing it."

The best way to fight it, she said, is another ancient weapon: facts. They won't necessarily convince anti-Semites that their views are wrong, but it will help with confusion. "You have to do your homework," Lipstadt said. "Righteous indignation is good, but righteous indignation is far better when it comes with facts and with information."

[Howard Lovy also had Deborah Lipstadt on his podcast, Emet-Truth. Listen to it on Soundcloud here.]

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theimpossiblehologramtree · 6 years ago

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His biggest supporter ii |Dele Alli|

Part two to His biggest supporter

Summary: After an incident on the pitch Dele decides to apoligize to (Y/N).

Warnings: shitty writing

Words: 1470 holy shit

Request: Hi! I loved your writing about the biggest supporter pls could you write another pt but longer if u can tyvm love ur writing

A/n: Thank you darling❤❤It means a lot to me. I didn't think I'll do another part but okay. But just so you know I am not a fan of football (I mean I don't mind it, it's just I prefer volleyball) and as I said I wrote this for my friend who loves Dele. Also I don't think I am good enough to make it longer. As I said before I still have trouble expressing my thoughts. However I tried my best. Hope you'll like it, lovies.💕

Also English is not my first language.

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Almost everyone has left exept a few guards and players. The Y/H/C haired girl has been on Dele's mind since the incident. All he could think of was her sad eyes looking at him through tears. How could he do that to her? She was always there for him even though she didn't know him. (Y/N) stayed by his side when his career went through it's ups and downs. Her wide smile made his heart flutter and ocassional cute comment on social media made him grin. Her actions made him feel loved and important. They made him feel like human not just some random football player.

And he managed to fuck it up.

Now (Y/N) would never like him. How could she? He basically kissed some random girl in front of her. And now he would want her to forgive him just like that? No, this is so not going to happen. They never said anything but there was always a special bond between the two of them. He had memorised every single detail of her face by looking at her instagram posts or shooting spontanious glances during the match. He never admitted this to his friends nor to himself but he really liked this girl who was always supporting him.

'Oi, look what I found' Eric Dier snapped Dele out of his thoughts. He was pointing at the black coat and a purse that were laying on the ground. 'Someone must've left this. A journalist or any girlfiriend of yours, I s'pose.

Dele's heart started to beat rapidly against his chest as he recognised that it belonged to (Y/N). He rushed to his friend and before anyone got a chance to say anything he took black accesories in hands.

'I know whose that. I'll give this to her' he said a bit to quickly which made Eric raise his eyebrow suspiciously.

'So it's a girl. Does little Dele have a crush?' he teased his teammate and poked his rib. 'Hey everyone! Dele's got a crush!' he yelled to others in attempt to make them laugh.

Dele felt his face heat up. He liked that girl but not everybody had to know that. He didn't know her after all.

'Hey Dele! What's her name, mate?' Harry Kane asked and jogged closer to him. Dele hesitated for a second. The truth was he knew (it was on your social media accounts and you told him at the interviews) but should he tell them? It was a private thing and he wasn't sure if you'd like others to know. Maybe it will be better if he don't give it out to everyone around. Not after what has happened.

'I-I can't share that information with you.'

There was a moment of scilence between them and the man found himself clunching onto your belongings.

'Okay sorry for asking, mate. That's accually very nice of you. You really care about her, don't you?' Harry smiled politely a bit off guard by Dele's previous answer. He would never expect him to act like that towards any women.

Dele froze at Kane's words. You really care about her, don't you? He did. A lot accually. She was very special to him and now she would never dare to talk to him anymore. But what could he do? Dele needed (Y/N) back. He had to fight for her.

'I have to fight for her' Dele's eyes windened in realisation of his own words. Eric and Harry looked at him with raised eyebrows but it didn't matter because for the first first time her was certain of his feelings and he knew what to do.

It might have been the rest of adrenaline he still had left by the end of the match or the scent of (Y/N)'s sweet perfume from her coat that drove him crazy. Dele bursted out of the stadium as quickly as possible not even daring to change his clothes. He knew only one thing: he had to find her. He called a cab and carefully like it was porcelain opened (Y/N)'s purse. Gently he took out a wallet and a small notebook. Luckily for him there was her ID card with an adress written on it. That was his destination, the place he had to go to. Dele was fidgeting all the way to her apartement. What if she won't be there? What if she won't listen to him? His heart was pounding against his chest. He tried to calm himself down by breathing deeply.

But what was he going to say? I'm sorry? For what? For kissing someone when you were looking? No, that doesn't sound right. Maybe he'll buy her flowers. Women love flowers, right? But that wasn't the way he wanted to apologize. It had to be special and unique. Just as unique and special (Y/N) was to him. With no time it was hard to think of a good way to say sorry.

'It's here' the driver's words snapped Dele out of his thoughts (second time this day). He quickly payed for the ride and got out of the car. It was the place he wanted to be. Okay. Dele thought to himself. This is it. Please don't fuck this up again I can't loose her. A few deep breaths later Dele found himself gently knocking at the door to your apartment. No one answered. God what if she is not there? As he was just about to give up and walk away he heard muffled snobbing. It was coming out from behind the doors.

'(Y/N)? (Y/N)!' He called as he realised it was her. Dele felt horrible. He made her so upset instantly regretted it. 'Please open...'

But she couldn't hear him. He had to find another way to get inside and calm her down. He pushed a doorknob roughly. To his surprise the door was open. Dele fell on his knees into your apartment. Cursing under his breath he got up and looked around.

'Hello?! Who-who's there?' he heard sweet shaky voice coming out from the room. He quickly walked closer almost tripping and knocked on the door.

'Hey (Y/N). It's, erm, it's Dele. Dele Alli. It was open and you wouldn't answer. I just wanted to say sorry' he said softly hoping she wouldn't hate him for breaking into her house. The door swung open just to reveal the most beautiful girl Dele has ever seen.

Her cheeks were still wet from tears and covered in mascara. Her hair was put in a messy bun and some strands fell out just to surround her face beautifuly. She was wearing a shirt with his name on it, which she didn't have time to take off after the match, and a pair of black leggins.

(Y/N) was shocked. Her idol was standing right in front of her carrying her belongings trying to apologize. If it is a dream i better wake up now, she thought blinking. Her mouth was slightly open like she was trying to say something but no words came out. She took a shaky breath instead.

'I'm sorry (Y/N). I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have kissed that girl but I did and I regret it. I don't like her. I'm sorry you had to look at this and I'm sorry I made you cry. I know you are probably angry with me right now and you have the right to do so. You can yell at me, kick me, hit me, hate me or do whatever you want to do if you feel the need to. I deserve it. We are not an item but I still have to apoligize because I want you to know one thing. I like you. A lot. You are the prettiest woman I've ever seen. You are the light of my life. I understand that you may not want to talk to me. I am patient and I'll wait for you because I like you, shit, I think I may be even in love with you!' Dele said, lowered his head down and bit his lip to prevent himself form letting the tears that formed in his eyes from falling.

(Y/N) was speechless. Dele Alli just confessed his undenying love for r and she wasn't going to let that go easily.

'Oh Dele' she whispered 'I'm in love with you too and the only thing I want to do to you is kiss those pretty lips of yours!

Dele's eyes shot up at those words. A huge grin appeared on his face as he leaned closer to the girl.

'Your wish is my command' he whispeded back pulling (Y/N) closer to him and smashing his lips angainst hers.

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atlasuncomfy · 6 years ago

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Straying the Beaten Path Ch. 01

Rating: Teen+

Chapter Warnings: Mild, infrequent language

Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Summary: For almost fifteen hundred years, Romano Vargas has tried time and time again to prove to the world, and himself, that his existence was not a fluke. And, time and time again, it became increasingly clear that perhaps that is exactly all he is: a product of luck. So, when he gets a call from Germany that the Allies are after Feli, he decides to-once and for all-seize his fate.

He would never admit this aloud, not even if you held him at gunpoint and demanded he do so. But among the many things he missed dearly about living with Spain, the one Romano Vargas longed for the most would be the quiet of the Spanish countryside. Now more than ever, not for the first time, with the drum of machine gun rounds and the moan of fighter planes overhead filling his ears—as well as his trauma-laced nightmares—he wished he could return to the days of his childhood and continue to live in total, uninterrupted silence. Things were simpler then: wake up to the sun warming his chubby face, eat chocolate con churros for breakfast, work in the tomato fields, and so on. (And, when Spain taught him about siestas, a few of those were thrown into the mix, as well.) He learned to value the easy-going lifestyle of the Spanish and doing things at one's own pace.

Thus, the ringing of his phone on this, or any, morning was entirely unwelcome.

Romano groaned, clearly annoyed by the unwanted sound invading an otherwise peaceful slumber. For a moment, confusion reigned as the temptation to slip back into sleep gently coaxed him along. His bleary vision faded in and out of darkness, yet the incessant ringing danced at the edge of his subconscious, only just keeping him away from tantalizing sleep. In a feeble attempt to ignore such noisy intrusion-and so early in the morning! -he pulled the covers over his head. It didn't take long, however, for him to realize this was one war he would not win (and he knew quite a bit about those sorts of losses). Ever reluctantly, Romano Vargas rolled out of bed and began the dreaded quest for silence, dutifully uttering curses along the way. Oh, how sleep loved to tease him, and oh how the caller would pay dearly for interrupting their ritual time alone.

The source of the sound—a clearly aging rotary phone whose darkened hues of gold still reflected every bit of the shine and brilliance of the man who gifted it to him—sat seemingly innocent atop his deep mahogany desk. Strewn about it were various war-laden documents, stressfully scribbled notes, and of course: his beloved photo of a family from long ago. A family that would never again be. He gave pause, regarding the tattered still of memory as he did many a time before, before shaking himself. Clearly, someone needed his attention; these days no one bothered to call unless someone wanted something from him, anyway.

For a moment, Romano considered the other body he shared the meager bedroom with: Feliciano. A glance backward, and he fondly noted his younger brother's sleeping form curled up and burrowed in an impressive mountain of covers. The sound of soft snoring and steady breathing made its way into his ears; all was still calm. He debated taking the call here, as sudden conversation posed a risk to waking the resting man. Although, he knew with absolute certainty that the harsh ringing would eventually wake even Feliciano Vargas, a god among even the heaviest of sleepers. On a whim, Romano's fingers wrapped around the device's familiar neck, and with the choice made he allowed his own croaky voice to join the morning's sounds. "Pronto," he muttered, warily eyeing any sign of stirring from his brother. "What do you want so early in the goddamn morning?"

"That's certainly no way to greet your commanding officer, Herr Vargas," came the sharp reply, coated with an unmistakable, gruff German accent. "Especially after trying my patience and making me wait so long. You would do well to remember holding your tongue, lest you find yourself losing it—do I make myself clear?"

Despite contrary belief, Romano was no fool. He knew full well what Ludwig and his superiors were capable of should he mouth off a step too far from usual. Such came the horrors of war and being forced to align with such monstrosity. Unfortunately for his German associate, who he knew for a fact was chasing after Feliciano, Romano also was no coward. "My apologies, commandante," he allowed, sarcasm lazily dripping from his tongue, though with notably less malice than before. "To what, then, do I owe the pleasure of this phone at such a delightful time of day?" It wasn't lost on the Southern Italian just how important this conversation was. Communication between national bodies during times of war was exceedingly rare, especially unencrypted. There simply was no need; anything of importance that needed to be said could be passed along via their respective leaders.

Unless, of course, it was an emergency. So, if Ludwig was calling him now…

"Forget it; it doesn't matter. Time is of the essence."

"Well then, with all due respect, just spit it out already—"

"British forces have begun invading Sicily, you fool!" There was a beat of stunned silence—then two, then three—and the snapped response all but hung densely in the air, threatening to suffocate them both. Before a word of apology could even begin to form on Romano's tongue, however, Ludwig continued. "Italy informed me some time ago that his Southern half would be staying with him for a few weeks—are you still there?"

Despite the dire situation at hand, Romano couldn't help but bristle at being referred to as a southern half, effectively demonstrating the lack of autonomy he seemed to have over his own person. I'm a personification, he thought bitterly, a pawn in a game. The least you could do it acknowledge the one moving the piece, potato bastard. "Yes," he murmured nonetheless, barely able to register the question with all the deafening thoughts racing through his mind. "Yes, I'm still in Florence, with Feliciano. What do you want me to do, commandante?"

"Protect Feliciano with your life. Flee Italy as soon as possible."

"Scusa?"

"Do not argue with me, Vargas," came the sharp reply. "There is no time for it."

Any ounce of subordinate fear Romano had abandoned him in favour of protective instinct. "Make time, then! I can't just tell my brother we're leaving without a good explanation, testa di cazzo!"

"Du hältst jetzt die Klappe! You are a macroregion: a subdivision defined only by traditional politics, globalization, and leading a legacy only comprised of tasteless Americanized film caricatures. Whether or not you are taken by the Allies holds little bearing, save wartime formality, as you hold virtually no worth in terms of political bargaining."

"But Feli does."

"Exactly. Mussolini will be forced to bend at Allied will, as he would need to quickly regain Italy by any means possible—including surrender."

Romano sighed, casting an accusatory glare toward the heavens. For all our country's legacy of dutiful worship, he thought, you really enjoy shitting in my dinner, eh? His earlier fatigue returned to his bones tenfold, this time joined by a faint migraine and an ache marching down his spine. "Message received, commandante. I mean nothing; Italy means everything."

"Indeed. I'm glad you finally seem to understand the severity of the situation." Upon only receiving a half-hearted hum in affirmative, Ludwig continued. "Even if it costs you your life, you must not allow Italy to fall into enemy hands. He is far too valuable to our cause, to his country…" To the heart of Germany himself, although both men knew better than to voice it. "Once Southern Italy has fallen, it will only be a matter of time before they begin heading North. Fortunately, you will have a four-day head start to find somewhere safe for him until the Allied forces are driven out."

If they can be driven out, with the way this hopeless war is going. "Capisco, commandante. We'll leave tonight at dusk. Was there anything else…?"

A pause. "Would it be possible—I only wish to speak privately with Feliciano. It may be some time before I can talk to him again. If this is to be the end of our communication, I want it to be on good terms."

It took everything Romano had not to scoff at that. Even in the depths of cruelty and madness, it seemed only his dear young brother could surface any microscopic amount of humanity Ludwig had left. And, of course, his gut instinct was to end the call right then and there. But he knew how it would break Feliciano if something were to happen and he couldn't properly say goodbye. With Nonnuccio and Holy Rome gone—well, the younger man wouldn't be able to handle the heartbreak a third time. "Let me go wake him," he ceded, feeling every bit like some faceless courier sent between Romeo and Julian. Then again, what else was new? Setting the phone to the side, without bothering to wait for a response from the German, Romano stilled, trying to relish the few seconds of quiet he had left before the weeks of uncertainty ahead.

"Lovi?"

Startled, Romano whirled around; it seemed despite his best efforts, his little brother finally awoke. "Damn it, Veneziano, don't you know not to scare me like that? We're at fucking war, for Christ's sake."

Feliciano, in his infinite sainthood and for all the hostility thrown toward him, only smiled. "Well, good morning to you to! I'm glad to see you up so early with so much energy, fratellone!"

Ignoring the playful ribbing, Romano handed his younger brother the telephone's neck. "Make it quick. We've got somewhere to be soon, so come find me whenever you lovebirds are done." He didn't wait around for a response, hastily moving to dress himself and begin packing. On his way out of the small bedroom, he could hear Feliciano's soft murmuring, no doubt using what little time the duo had left together to tell the German everything and anything. They both knew that this war was coming to an end—a bad one. The Allies made very clear that they were not interested anymore in negotiations or mercy of any kind, especially now that American was eagerly joining in. For all the two of them knew, this could be the last time they ever spoke to each other.

As he closed the door, there was a twisted part of Romano that rejoiced at the thought of his Northern half finally getting to experience a taste of his entire lost childhood. You can't have everything, Vene, he thought. The journey ahead would prove to be tense, indeed.

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‘My Odds Are In Your Favour l’ -H.S. Hunger Games AU

Words: 4,883

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Part 1: Request part 2 and ideas!!! Xx

A series based in the ‘Hunger Games’ area. Can love conquer death is a major question? Or is she just too stubborn to accept it?

When she made it out of that demon filled hole, she promised herself, her family and friends that she would never go back to the Capitol, or do anything for them. It was a way to rebel against them. They placed her into the games to fight and murder innocent lives. And she did anything to not do that. Before that, she spent her days as a local medic, dealing with sick and wounded and trying, praying to keep her family alive. YN was never a rebel or anything, she did local trades of medicinal plants she got from the outer rim and fought to put dinner on the table. Her life was not taboo. She never wanted to be reaped, but again no one did. Her goal in life was surviving, for her little brother to survive. Her mother was a whore and died from it. Her father never existed, and she had no one except her best friend, Louis. He did everything for her in a way, he applied for tessere for his family and her’s. He was the closest thing to a family. YN completed the Hunger Games with shame, standing there alongside dead bodies was no accomplishment to her. To her it was karma, but for what? She survived the elements, the people and every horror that comes along with the games. It made her crazy afterwards. The dreams circulating her life, the screams of children being murdered. She just needed to hold Caleb a little closer to her to survive the nights.

When she watched the television two years later and learnt she was about to be placed back in the torturous, hideous hole of what they call entertainment, hell broke loose. She was a piece of thread holding onto an anvil and slowly ripping, but there was a tug and the anvil fell. She was about to go back; she had too. She was the only district 5 female capable to go. Her brother just turned four, and now she had to leave him again. Her house was destroyed after that announcement. Anger rippled through her.

Walking down to the training room with her mentor and escort, she blocked out everything Ceres was saying. She still couldn’t accept the fact that she was about to head to her death.

“Both of you need allies,” Liam said, she rolled her eyes. This was to be doomed, her partner was a drunk and her mentor was nailing her into getting things that he wants. She was gonna do this her own way, no one can stop her. “I said it before, and I’ll say it again, Liam. No allies for me, drunky here will probably need one; especially to help hold of the bucket,” she said, walking ahead. “YN!” Ceres said, her yellow hair bouncing as she tried to keep up with her. The lashes were too long for her, making her eyelids drop. “I did it once, and I’ll do it again. I’m a survivor, not an entertainer.” the doors opened to the training room, Clyde walked off. “Remember the plan?” Ceres said to her, and she rolled her eyes. “We’re serious YN,” Liam began, “We need these games to end. Go socialise, though it's not your best trait, and get touchy with Finnick.” she rolled her eyes and walked straight to the dagger section. The day was filled none the less of trying her best to keep busy, yet to stay close and talk to Finnick. Her mind still couldn’t control the fact that her life was to be ended, and officially Caleb will have to go into Lou’s care; he couldn’t take on another life. He has five sisters and a brother, it will be too much to add another mouth to feed. Her hands wandered over the sharp blading, thinking… relapsing the memories that held it. She killed them, and she will have to do that again, and for what? Her life is created to be an entertainer for narcissistic psychopaths. Where did freedom go? Iron is what the knife was made of, and she remembers like it was yesterday, the stabbing of innocent lives for her to just get back home. A deal was a deal, right? The deal was that if she won, she’ll live her life in peace. Man wrote rules, can’t they undo it? “Allies?” she was brought out of her trance, looking up to a District 7 boy with brown curly hair and green eyes. “What?” she mumbled, he chuckled, biting his lip. “Do you want to be allies? I’ve seen your games YN. You’re strong, you know how to hunt, to feed, to survive. You know how to sustain yourself like it is what you do on a daily basis.” she stopped him there. “It is what I do on a daily basis, and if you excuse me.” she moved past him, going to where Finnick is. “You haven’t answered my question?” he followed her. She rolled her eyes. “You’re the boy from district 7 right? Won the 72nd, did the whole I’m weak, but good at traps and poison thing, and also won at seventeen. Your partner is Johanna. You’ll be fine on your own.” he walked up to her, shaking his head. “I’m guessing it’s a no?” he said, placing his fingertip under her chin and bringing it up. “I don’t do allies, it is how I survived last time; it must’ve worked. One of us will have to die, shit, probably both of us will die. We aren’t in an arena with weaklings, we’re in an arena filled with bloodthirsty survivors. We’re gonna die, accept the fact. Might as well make it quick.” and she turned away. Harry chuckled, she was badass, yet she is cold. He remembered the first year he was a mentor and YN was in the games. Honestly, internally he was cheering for her. She fought with a sense of anger; anger to everything. “What did Styles want?” she stood next to Finnick. He was making a fishing hook. She leant on her palm, staring at him as his fingers worked delicately. Though both of them were not happy with the plan, they both had a sense of respect and admiration for one another. “He wanted to be allies,” she said, he looked up at her, but her eyes fell onto the hook. “Did you accept?” he raised an eyebrow. “No, I’m not an alley person.” he nodded his head, looking at her. YN had her focus on the hook. “YN?” she looked up, and Finnick looked around, seeing if the Gamemakers were watching, then he leant in for a kiss of the cheek, and an arm around the waist. Internally she grimaced from his action; never a lovie person, but anything for the games. 'More drama, more sponsors,' they say. “Cheeky, I’m gonna go to the dagger section,” she said, before walking to them. Daggers were her weapon. She threw them, and she never missed. It was like that chick from District 12 with her “special” bow. YN dodged every social interaction as possible. Three days is what she has to practice, then the games. YN has to make the time worth it, otherwise this time it’ll be her facing her death. Her fingerprint touched the screen of the activator, choosing her setting in order to practice. That was when lights came in within the room, creating figures in front of her. Her fingers played around with the handle and began throwing. It was intense. Sweat upon her skin shined in the light; the whole spotlight on her. One, two, three deaths within that training room of the fake figures. A couple more and the lights went off. YN was flattered in a way from having a request of allies. She has had a request from Harry Styles, Johanna Mason, Niall Horan, and a couple of people from district 1 and 2, in which she all said no too. In her rightful mind, she had to get home, and she had to go back to her brother.

“You two need allies,” Liam told them as soon as they entered the apartment. YN once again ignored him, rolling her eyes, and walking past him, “Stubborn, I’m talking more to you.” she stopped in her tracks, and turned around at her door. “Four people you turned down today. Three more want to be allies after the dagger stunt. Clyde, you need to work more on your game, man. You can’t spend the next three days vomiting in the corner.” Clyde rolled his eyes and walked to his bedroom. Liam sat down, patting the seat next to him. Ceres sat across. She walked over and plummeted down. They all watched her. That was until Liam cleared his throat. “All of us know that Clyde won’t survive.” he began, YN just looked down at the floor and began bouncing her knee, “YN, good job with the Odair plan today, but that’s beside the point. There is a rebellion about to happen.” she scoffed when he began this conversation. “I don’t want to be in some bloody rebellion, I want to go home. I’d be lucky to get out of there. Liam, this is no kiddy fight, this is a battle; blood will be spilt, and no innocent will win nor lose.” she replied, stern and forceful. YN began to get up, but Liam pushed her back down, “I’m serious for once in my life, YN. I’m not playing some bloody game. Katniss needs to get out in order to survive. No matter what, get her out, YN.” She shook her head, “I can’t promise nor swear. I have a brother to get back too, Lou as well. I am no pawn in the games. I’m gonna try my fucking best to get out, and if Katniss has to die, she’ll have to die.” he growled as she began to walk away back to her bedroom quarters. “You’re one hell of a selfish bitch, YLN.” he yelled as she walked off. “Selfishness is the key to survival, hun,” she yelled back, flipping him off. “At least smile!” Ceres called, later on, all YN did was roll her eyes. The first games she has ever been in was terrible. But, before the games, it was in a sense of peace. Indeed, YN was an adventurer, and when you’re one, curiosity comes with it. When she first explored the skyscraper, she found a rooftop patio. It was where she sat, and watched the skyline. It was the last place for her to feel at peace before she is thrown back in. The last place to feel human. “You can’t jump.” she was brought out of her trace, looking behind her as the wind hit her. “Wasn’t planning on it. I have to get home.” she recognised the figure, the boy from District 7. Harry nodded his head and sat next to her on the cement. She was extremely focused on the lights that lit up the whole city. “They get all of this, and for first seventeen years of my life, I lived in a hut where a fire was the only thing keeping me from hypothermia. I had to worry about disease, and mouths to feed. I was alone, and a girl. I couldn’t do much, but, here, you have it all.” Harry listened to her, nodding. “I know. It is ridiculous,” he responded. “Inhumane,” she whispered, she watched the skyline while he looked at her, “I’m YN.” “I know, I’m Harry,” he responded, she turned her head to him. YN stumbled over her words, mentally, of course; she didn’t know what to say next, “Allies?” it was simple. Harry’s eyebrows frowned, giving a confusing look. “Wha’?” she moved her head back and forth, coughing a bit; clearly embarrassed. She was never much of a sociable person. “You asked earlier today if we could be allies and I said ‘no’. Well, I’m taking that back. If you want to be—” “Definitely,” he said way too quickly. She nodded looking back at the skyline. “Whom do you want to go back to?” he asked, and that was when the long night conversation started. He learnt a lot. She was comfortable with him, yet she was still a closed book. All she mentioned was she needed to get home for her brother. Harry told her he needed to get home to his mum and sister. He told her that he works in the lumber industry as he is twenty and at the age in doing so. She explained that she can’t work in power as she is a woman and has a brother to take care of. He was curious when she began talking about Louis. “Who is Louis?” he asked when she was mid-sentence talking about 'without the help of him, they’ll be dead'. “He is my best friend. He has sacrificed so much for my brother and I that I have to come back for him. If I die, he can’t afford to feed another mouth after his sisters and brother.” Harry nodded. “I need to go home, but—” “With Katniss, eh?” he added, she nodded. They stood out till the late hours. Every so hour they’d get closer together, as the weather darkened and became colder. Eventually, her head came in contact with his shoulder, and in an odd feeling for her, she didn’t pull back. “What is the thing with Finnick Odair and you?” he asked out of nowhere. She didn’t move off his shoulder, just let out a giant huff. “I’m a prop. He is a prop. My mentor and his mentor want the games to cancel, so there is this thing where we have a fake relationship.” he nodded. “Like Katniss and Peeta.” she nodded. “Yeah, but with a catch,” he left it to that, “There is nothing happening between us. He’s Finnick Odair, probably has lots of girls at home.” Silence arose again, but moments later she began talking again, “This place is fucked up. Katniss better have this rebellion work. I can’t spend the rest of my life trying to survive when I’m on the bridge of dying.” she said, taking her head off his shoulder, looking at him. He stared into her eyes, she stared back into his green orbs. Her tongue came out of her mouth and touched her lips, then biting them. He leant in, as did she, and they stopped when their foreheads touched one another. His hot breath was felt on her cheeks, and it made her shiver from the lack of warmth she had that night. His hand came to her cheek. Their lips just millimetres apart. “We shouldn’t,” she whispered. Harry nodded, slowly removing his forehead from her’s. Yet in a sudden movement, she grabbed both his cheeks in her hands and smashed his lips to her, mumbling a ‘fuck it’. Their lips moving in a well-formatted pattern. His lips were soft as her's were chapped, adding a roughness to them. She bit his lip and he did it back, as their hands wandered. Harry grabbed her hips and flipped her to her back, as he was straddling her. YN’s arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with his curls, as his were steady on her hips. His hand came in contact with her skin as he moved the fabric higher. They were still on the cement floor of the rooftop, it was more than past midnight and it didn’t even come clear to them that they had to wake at ungodly hours for training. It was YN who pulled away, both of them huffing from the lack of oxygen. Harry climbed off, sitting next to her again. “Wow…” she mumbled, he chuckled, “Um, well, it’s late and we have training in the morning,” she said, beginning to get up, but Harry bet her and lent a hand. “Right,” he said, as she starts walking back to the elevator. Indeed the elevator was awkward, he tried to begin a conversation, but the ding interrupted him and he had to get off, all YN said was, “See you in a few hours...alley.” Once the door closed she laughed out loud and just mumbled a, “you’re so fucking socially awkward” to herself. “You’re back… and the time is half past twelve.” Liam said, standing in front of the elevator with his arms crossed. “You know where I am, you’ve had me as a tribute before.” he rolled his eyes and blocked her from moving past him. “I know, and I came to the rooftop, but I caught my tribute snogging the District 7 boy,” he told her with poison in his mouth. “Making allies... happy?” she walked past him but stopped when she sees the one and only Finnick Odair in the living quarters. “Remember the Odair plan?” Liam snickered, she stood wide-eyed. “I clearly remember, but can we do this in the morning instead of now. Like you said, Liam, it’s half past twelve in the morning." “Heard about Styles,” Finnick got up, with his famous smirk on his face, and walking towards YN, dragging his fingers down her jawline, "we go way back." The Odair plan is what Liam called it. Everyone was doing everything to cancel the games. Her mentor arranged with District 4’s mentor to create a storyline that Finnick and YN had an affair, and is still going on. They made everything up, and in a way, it offended YN. When Finnick won the 65th games, at fourteen, he went to districts several times. In one visit a few years later, he came to District 5 and met YN, who was fifteen at the time. They spent a few days together in Liam’s words and YN fell pregnant with Finnick’s child when he was twenty. In that, her brother Caleb is Finnick and YN’s love child, and she plays it off as a brother, yet that is untrue. They wanted to create a way that made it seem like the whole lover thing from District 12, but with a twist, that one is older, and they are from two different districts. It’s a fair point, everyone is trying to cancel this games. “If you want to be allies, Finnick, he is part of this,” she said, Finnick ticked his tongue. “The kiss?” he raised an eyebrow. “It’s late, I’m going to bed.” and she pushed past them all. It ended with the close of the automatic door. When you have a child to take care of, you’re a morning person, but when she arrived in the Capitol, it was the opposite. That morning, she was a reck. It was five a.m. when Ceres walked in, completely done over and walked to the curtains, pulling them open. YN groaned in a way that was in Ceres’ mind, unattractive. “Come on, sunshine, wake up,” she told her, placing her hand on YN’s shoulder. YN could feel the tips of her long nails, making her more uncomfortable. Minutes later, she got up, threw on her training suit and walked out of the quarters. She heard the bustling conversations of Liam and Clyde. But, as normal she never paid attention to it, and just grabbed an apple. “Morning, stubborn,” Liam called, “Sit and eat.” she was in no mood to fight his command, therefore she sat, “And, lose the face, hun. I know you are no pocketful of sunshine, but we don’t need to be reminded.” he added. YN slouched at the table, her eyes being evident with tiresome, and her glare was extra harmful to everyone. Her orbs were prominent, but the surrounding white of her eyes was red as if she was experiencing a nasty hangover or she was too tired to do anything. “Day two of training. YN get more intact with the survival side, screw the daggers. Clyde, man, lose the alcohol.” Liam said, pointing to each of us. She rolled her eyes, hating the enthusiasm. It wasn’t him who was going to face their death. “I’ll do what I want.” she inquired, hinting a rebellion against him. “YN! You should listen to your mentor.” Ceres said, pointing to the seat, “you better sit down now, honey.” Something hit her, she wasn't in the mood to be bossed around, fuck, she wasn't in the mood for anything. She just wanted to go, go back home, and she didn't want all of this to happen, “You’re all bossing me around, and you don’t even consider for once that I am about to die. I don’t want to die listening to everyone, I want to be my own person for once in my life. Liam, you call me selfish, when really you’re the one who is selfish because you let an old alcoholic to go back in the games when really you’re capable yourself with just bridging the age of 25. You should’ve volunteered. Ceres, the only you worry about is your next hair or nail appointment, I have to worry if I should have heat or food. I’m done.” she walked out, done with all the drama. Last night she couldn't sleep, she was still thinking about the kiss between her and Harry. She was never a cheesy, romantic person. It could've been the way she was raised, yet she felt something towards the curly haired man. It was a feeling that she wanted more, more from him; to be around him, to be touched by him. YN never felt this way. These feelings added to her mood this morning, adding to her fury. Her training suit was uncomfortable in her words. It was tight in areas where it shouldn’t be tight, and it was scratchy. The Capitol spent all of this money on the games, but couldn’t even splurge on a better material. It made her blood boil over the top of what happened this morning. Her fingers pressed the button of the elevator, fiddling with the material, and just ignoring the conversation behind her; gasps and comments, she didn’t want to hear. The door opened, and she just walked in, ignoring whoever was in, and her fingers we’re still trying to find comfort with her jumpsuit. “Hi,” she heard a faint whisper, she turned around and jumped a little bit. “Harry, hi!” he smiled. “Suit is uncomfortable, indeed.” she chuckled, nodding and mumbling a simple, ‘yeah’. The elevator stopped, making her fall backwards from the jerk. Arms wrapped around her waist as she stopped half fallen. YN looked up to her saviour, her eyes locking with green ones and an awkward smile greeted her. They were taken out from their “moment” as a low cough caught their attention, “Styles,” Finnick came into the elevator, nodding towards him. Harry stumbled, pushing YN back up from his reach, “YN, hello, love!” Finnick said once in the elevator, placing a hand on her arm and leaning into a kiss on her cheek. She looked down to the tiled floor as though it was more interesting than the amateurish tension around her. “Morning,” she muttered out, shock still lanced in her system. She was stiff in a way. Elevators make everything awkward, and the blush on her cheeks didn’t help. “Let me guess, you on daggers, and me on trident?” Finnick asked, turning around and facing her. Her eyebrows raised. “Very funny, Finnick, but I need do some survival things with Harry,” she put out, catching Harry’s attention, “Have to listen to my mentor,” she added, Finnick’s lips began to move up to his famous smirk. “How come with him, and not with me? We are allies after all.” he winked at her, she rolled her eyes, clearly realising that he is taking this way too seriously. “Harry and I are allies...way before you and me,” she said, still praying for the elevator doors to open. “That is definitely not what you said last night.” Just then the doors opened and Finnick exited off. “Every bloody time he does that; ending the sentence perfectly for a scene,” she growled out, walking into the training room. YN was someone everyone knew. Since she was a little girl, everyone in District 5 new YN YLN. She was an angel, but her mother is what made her famous, after all, in all words, she was a prostitute. It was no shock that she was murdered by the Capitol. Lena was known to know too much. With her job, YN never knew her father or her brother’s father; she couldn’t even keep up with the clients. All she remembers as a child was that whenever someone came over, she had to be gone, and gone for a long time. That is how she met Louis. She was strolling around one day around town, the age of seven and was in her own mind, feet covered in mud and hair encrusted with sweat and dirt. It was normal for her to be called a bastard, whore’s child, and many harsher words, but she never expected to be spat on and called wicked names. The man came up towards her, pushing her small boney collarbone back as he began yelling at how her mother owes him. YN's rightful seven-year-old mind was confused by the words coming out of the stranger's mouth. He kept pushing her till she was on the ground. The man mumbled words and phrases such as, 'bastard, whore, mistake, and get your mother to pay me back or else you're dead.' Louis caught the eye of this and helped her out, telling the man to 'fuck off'. She felt like he was a protector of her, and he was only eleven years old at the time. Today was typical. It was deja vu for her, but it reminded her of what was about to occur. The thought of her going back in the arena made her come to more sense with her death. Louis and she were in contact with letters, and he knows that it was impossible for her to come out alive in the games. He knew that Caleb will have no sister anymore. He knew that Caleb is in his care for the rest of his childhood life. The day of when he heard pots and vases thrown against walls from Victor’s Village, he knew this was the last he’ll see her. Louis loved her. He loves her, but he couldn’t love her anymore, because she’ll never come back. But, it was never a love of her being a romantic partner. It was a brotherly love. Her smile would never be seen around the district again. He’ll never hear her laugh, jokes or voice again. She’s gone forever, and he had to come to terms with it, as she had to come to terms with her death. But, YN's lingering mind went on and wondered at whose hands? How will she die? Who will murder her? Does it matter what happened to her? Will they get her body? But, the major one is, what will happen to Caleb? Her love for him will always be enteral. He knew that she grew up broken. Her life was never a silver spoon in her mouth. She was a survivor, and she did anything to survive. When her mother died when she was fourteen, his mother accepted her. He was the one who brought her back to the light with her brother. But, he never accepted anything back. He loved her. It was simple. “We need to talk.” she was pulled away from the axe section. Her fingers were playing with the sharp edge. Harry came into view and she knew exactly what he was talking about…last night. She nodded to him, placing down the axe that she was holding and followed him to the wall. “YN, about last night,” he began looking down. “I’m sorry.” she stated, “I’m not good at those things, but Harry-” “I like you… more than a friend, so don’t be sorry.” Harry told her, leaning against the wall. “I like you, too.” she blurted, then it sank in, “I’m not good at feelings, but I like you. We may be only living for a few days, but-” “Don’t be like that, love, let’s make it work,” he said to her. YN looked down to the ground, watching as he placed his fingers between hers. They held hands, he rubbed her fingers and vice versa. She smiled a bit, "Meet me tonight on the roof, same time." she said, later adding, "Loverboy."

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ohnohetaliasues · 6 years ago

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1+2p Hetalia High {Ch.1}

(Kat)

tHIS HAS 119 CHAPTERS.

199.

AM I GOING TO REVIEW EVERY ONE OF THEM? YES SIREE BOB.

OH LORD.

Buckle up my children, we’re in for a wild ride and a brand new adventure.

Note: The full title of this story is “1p and 2p HetaliaxReader High school just got weirder” but since I don’t want to put that as my title, I’m just putting it as whatever I decided to put because at the moment of typing this I’m still not sure.

I’m not sure how to feel about this. But here we go.

Also, this is a reader insert, so I’ll be putting ‘Kat’ when ‘y/n’ appears.

{Kat}'s POV

I woke up to my alarm blaring a familiar song. It was the F/A (Favorite Anime) opening.

Coincidentally, I have the Ao no Exorcist opening set as my alarm right now. So I guess this fits?

It was impossible not to get up hearing that awesome song.

But also I must note that I do have to change my alarm every so often or I will have to resist the urge to smash my phone.

I let it play while I got dressed. I picked out a S/F/C (Second favorite color) t-shirt, a F/C hoodie, black jeans, and some sneakers.

Okay, a purple hoodie, which I don’t own, and a yellow shirt?

Ew.

Kill me.

If anyone sees me in real life in public dressed like that, you have full permission to assassinate me.

I took my headphones and phone and put them in my F/C backpack.

I have an Attack on Titan backpack.

We’re off to a fantastic start.

I grabbed a piece of toast and ran out the door locking it behind me. "I'm gonna be late!" I said copying every slice of life anime ever. I eventually just started walking and ate my toast. I finished my toast and put on my headphones. I listened to some music as I walked to school. My name is {Kat} I'm 16

Uh. I am 16. That much is true.

(Go with it) and go to Gakko (If you get it i'll give you a cookie :3) high school.

Hi, my name is Kat, I’m 16, and I go to School High School.

I've lived alone in my own house since my parents died and my Aunt decided that I could live in alone if I wanted to. She payed for the house and anything I needed.

That’s one nice aunt.

She also gave me a card in case I wanted snacks or to go shopping. My Aunt was loaded so she didn't really care how much I spent.

What, does she just have unlimited money?

How convenient for me.

I walked up the steps of my high school. I wouldn't say that i'm a nerd or a geek

Bet.

but I don't have many friends. It's not that i'm anti-social.

I am.

I’m already losing my mind.

I'm just really picky I guess. I took off my headphones and walked into my classroom. I sat in my seat next to the window. I laughed as I remembered how I picked this seat to be like an anime character.

In my school, there is a thing called seating charts.

Do they just not exist here?

I put my bag on the ground and stared out the window. "Good morning class! Today we'll be introducing some new students." Ms. Drew chirped. I didn't really care so I continued to stare out the window. "Please introduce yourselves!" asked. "I'M ALFRED F. JONES! AND I'M THE HERO!" the person introduced.

I would probably start cringing my face off if some new student just shouted that.

I instantly turned my heads towards the loud voice. He has the same name and called himself the hero. It has to be him. My eyes widened in shock as I saw the blonde haired blue eyed person I watched on my laptop. ({Kat} is not a stalker I promise) It was America. From Hetalia. It wasn't just him. I saw the allies standing in the front of the classroom.

"Holy shit." I whispered. "Thank you for that Alfred. Now how about the rest of you?" said looking at the allies. "I'm Wang Yao from China." Yao said. "I'm Francis Bonnefoy from France." Francis said with a wink that made the girls in the class squeal. "I'm Arthur Kirkland from England." said Arthur also making the girls squeal with his accent. "I'm-" the boy was cut off. "I'm Ivan Braginski. Become one?" Ivan said with a smile and a purple aura.

Which I can see in the normal world apparently. Clara, hand me my sonic, I think something is off here.

The rest of the students got scared. "Okay everyone done? Go-" was cut off by me. "Ms. Drew that boy didn't finish!" I said knowing that Canada had been cut off. I seemed to be the only who noticed. "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't see him! Please introduce yourself." Ms. Drew said staring at Canada. "T-Thank you. I'm Matthew Williams from Canada." Matthew said quietly. No one but me seemed to notice he said anything. "Okay! Please take your seats next to {Kat}! {Kat} raise your hand."

They all sit next to me now?

I’m just going to imagine them all sitting in one desk.

Ms. Drew said. I raised my hand. They can't possibly be the characters from Hetalia. Right? I've read fanfictions about this happening but I never thought it would!

They all sat down. Matthew sat in the seat next to me. Ivan sat on top of him.

This is going to be full of this sort of thing, isn’t it?

Matthew tried to tell him he was there but Ivan couldn't hear him. "Ivan could you get off of Matthew?" I said nicely. "Who is that?" Ivan said confused. "Just pick another seat please." I said. Ivan got off of Matthew and sat in the seat in front of me. "T-Thank you for helping me." Matthew said quietly to me. "No problem!"

Ah yes, here we see the classic ‘reader-chan can see Canada’ trope.

I’m having flashbacks to Kidnapped by Sexy Men.

I said. Francis sat behind me and Arthur sat next to him. Alfred sat next to Matthew. The teacher began the lesson. I took out my things and wrote down the notes on the board. I felt a tap from behind me. I turned around to see Francis "Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Francis asked. I nodded and handed him one. "It doesn't work." Francis said. "Yes it does." I said confused. "Really? Try writing your number then." Francis said with a wink. The girls heard this and gave a glare towards me.

That was actually pretty smooth.

"No thanks." I said turning back around. I wrote down the rest of the notes as Ms. Drew wrote them. Finally, the bell rang. I packed up my stuff and headed to my next class. Suddenly someone grabbed my wrist. "Could you show me where my class is?" Ivan asked. "Sure! What class is it?" I asked smiling. Ivan seemed a little taken back. "Art." Ivan said with the slightest of blushes. "I have that next too! Just follow me!"

Well, coincidentally, I am taking an art class this year.

I said. Ivan let go of my wrist and followed me. I walked into class and put my bag down. I walked to my easel and stood in front of it. "We have some new students class." Mr. Percy stated. I looked to the front of my classroom. "Holy shit." I said for the second time. Standing in the front of the classroom were the axis.

"Please introduce yourselves." Mr. Percy said. "I am Ludwig Beilschmidt from Germany." Ludwig said. "I am Honda Kiku from Japan." Japan said bowing. "Ciao!~ I'm Feliciano Vargas from Italy!" Feliciano said with his eyes closed. "I AM ZHE AWESOME GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT FROM PRUSSIA!"

I’d honestly like to know why School High School has like forty foreign exchange students.

Gilbert yelled. Around me I heard people ask where Prussia was.

Nowhere. It was dissolved in 1947.

Gilbert frowned slightly. "Prussia is the most awesome country in the world." I stated getting odd stares from my classmates.

It is part of Germany now.

"SHE GET'S IT!"

Gets*

‘Gets’ isn’t a possessive verb.

Gilbert said yelling and smiling again. "Shut up you idiota! I'm Lovino Vargas from Italy."

Lovino said mad. "Please put your bags down and pick an easel." Mr. Percy said. They all put their bags in the pile and took an easel.

Why do we have a pile of bags? That’s strange.

Feliciano was on my right and Kiku was on my left. Lovino was in front of me and Gilbert was behind me. Ludwig was next to Gilbert.

Nice. I get the two best artists.

Also, what happened to Russia? Did he just leave?

"Okay free draw and paint time. Do whatever you want." Mr. Percy said sitting at his desk.

Wow, what a bad teacher.

I decided to draw F/A/C (Favorite Anime Character).

Um. I think that would have to be Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist or possibly Lucy Heartfilia.

I’ve drawn Lucy before, but never Lieutenant Hawkeye.

So I guess I’m drawing her?

I started to draw the character as Kiku peeked at my drawing. His eyes widened as I drew. I finished the character and carefully started to color it in. Kiku seemed very interested in it. I finished coloring and Kiku spoke up "Is that F/A/C!?" Kiku asked eyes sparkling. "Yea it's my favorite anime character." I said. "You rike anime?"

W R I T T E N A C C E N T S

Kiku asked. "Yea. I'm an otaku actually." I said smiling. "We have a rot to tark about then."

sTOP

Kiku said going back to drawing. Since I was finished I walked around looking at people's drawings. I looked at Lovino's easel. He drew a box of tomatoes. "I like your drawing." I said sneaking up on him. He yelped and jumped a little. "God damn ragazza!

Just call me ‘girl’ instead of my name.

You scared the shit out of me!" Lovino said angry. "So you like tomatoes?" I asked already knowing the answer. "No shit Sherlock." Lovino said. I disregarded what he said "You're a good artist." I said still looking at his drawing. Lovino blushed a little and I saw his curl turn into a heart for a split second.

That isn’t physically possible.

"I-I know! I don't need an idiot ragazza like you to tell me!" Lovino said blushing still. I laughed and smiled at him. He did look like a tomato, just like Spain said. He's such a tsundere! I walked back to my easel. "Ciao ragazza!~ I'm sorry about Lovi being mean. He's really a nice guy!"

Oh gee, I couldn’t tell.

Feliciano said. "It's okay. I didn't take any offense." I said smiling. Feliciano looked at me and his curl also turned into a heart for a second.

Oh boy, this story is full of physical impossibilities.

"Your smile is very pretty bella.~" Feliciano stated. "Thanks Feliciano!" I said having the faintest of blushes. "You can just call me Feli bella.~" Feliciano said with a wink.

Hi, Feli bella.

The bell rang and I grabbed my bag. We all left the drawings on the easels. Next I had P.E.

Ew.

I went into the locker room and got changed into my P.E. clothes. The P.E uniform was a basic grey shirt and pink shorts for the girls. The boys had grey shirts and blue shorts.

That’s kind of sexist.

All of the clothes had our names written on them. I'm pretty fit if I do say so myself. My motto is "When you can run like Italy you can eat like America."

No comment.

I put my bag in my locker and walked into the gym. Some people were playing basketball and some were sitting on the bleachers and talking. I saw Ludwig standing awkwardly not sure of what to do.

I relate.

I noticed that the rest of the axis weren't in this class. 'He must be lonely.' I thought. I walked over to Ludwig. "Hey! Your Ludwig right? I'm {Kat}! I'm in your art class!" I said smiling. "Uh...Hallo." Ludwig said holding something behind his back. "What are you holding?" I asked. "Nothing." Ludwig said quickly. "Oh okay." I said pretending not to care. I grabbed the thing out of his hands "Got it!" I said triumphantly. I saw what he had been holding. "Is this a book about how to make friends?" I asked looking at the book. Ludwig blushed profusely "N-Nein." Ludwig lied. "You don't need this." I said throwing the book in the trash. I walked back next to him

"Now. Let's go play some basketball." I said still smiling. Ludwig blushed more. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to where the net was. I grabbed a basketball and threw it at the basket. It hit the rim then bounced off and hit my face. "GAH-" I said as the ball hit my face making me fall backwards. "Frau! Are jou okay?"

Why does everyone address me by my gender?

Ludwig said kneeling down next to me. "I'm fine! Just a bruise!" I said with a small smile. Ludwig sighed "Good. Don't do zhat again." Ludwig said. The bell rang, I said goodbye to Ludwig.

Well, gee, Ludwig, I can’t control gravity.

I went back into the locker room and got changed. I got my backpack from my locker and headed to lunch. I usually sat alone so I took out my headphones. I headed over to the table I always sat at. I put on the delicious tomato song since it seemed fitting. I had learned all of the lyrics of the hetalia character songs. That can happen when you listen to things for a long time. I took out my lunch from my backpack. It was F/L (Favorite Lunch).

Um. I don’t really have one of those.

I was singing along to the song and eating my lunch when my headphones were taken off my head.

How can I simultaneously eat and sing?

I looked up to see Lovino shoving something in my face looking away. "Uh...What are you doing?" I asked. He looked towards me with a pout. "I'm giving you a tomato!" Lovino said angrily. "Just take the damn thing before I change my mind!"

Um.

Thanks?

Lovino said shoving closer to my face. I took the tomato and smiled "Grazie per la Lovino pomodoro!" (Thanks for the tomato Lovino!)

I actually do know what that means without the translation.

I said. Lovino looked shocked. "You know Italian!?" Lovino asked surprised. "Yea! I took it for my first language class."

No, I’m taking Spanish.

I said. Feliciano glomped his brother "There you are fratello! (Brother) I was looking for you!" Feliciano said still hugging his brother. "Get the hell off me veneziano!" Lovino said pushing Feli off. "Oh hey {Kat}! Why are you sitting at by yourself?"

I don’t know, because I want to?

Feliciano asked. "I don't really have anyone to sit with." I said honestly. "You can sit with us!" Feliciano said excited. "Okay let me get my stuff." I said grabbing my bag and lunch. I followed them to their table. "Holy shit…" I said for the third time. Not only were the axis sitting there. Spain was also sitting at the table. "Hola chica!" Spain said. "Hello. I'm {Kat}!" I said holding my hand out. He shook it and said "I'm Antonio!" with a smile. Lovino glared at him.

Why does Romano care?

Is he already in love with me?

I sat down and put my lunch on the table. Feliciano and Lovino sat with me in the middle. I saw Feliciano was eating pasta and that Lovino was eating pizza. Gilbert and Ludwig were eating wurst, Kiku was eating from a bento box, and Spain was eating tomatoes.

Just eating tomatoes for lunch doesn’t sound very filling.

"Bella do you want to try some of my pasta?" Feliciano asked. "No. She wants to try some of my pizza!"

Um.

Romano yelled at his brother. "It's okay guys i'm good." I said not being heard over them arguing. Kiku sensed the mood and refrained from speaking.

Why didn’t he intervene????

Feliciano and Lovino fought with Feli's plate of pasta. Someone came by and bumped them making the pasta spill all over me. "Bella i'm so sorry!" Felciano apologized. "Shit!" Lovino said. "It's okay guys i'll just clean up in the bathroom."

Wow guys.

Just wow.

I said standing up. I walked to the bathroom and cleaned up. I came back without my hoodie. "Okay that's better." I put my hoodie in my backpack. I realized that Feliciano won't have lunch now because it's on the floor. "Oh...Feli do you want some of my lunch?" I asked. Feliciano lit up "Sure! Gratzi {Kat}!~" Feliciano said. We shared a lunch until it was all gone. The bell rang and I said goodbye to the axis plus Spain. I headed to my next class.

This is really weird.

Just really really weird.

Okay.

Yeah, this is definately something I’m going to continue to review.

I’ll see you guys later!

~Kat

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anotherler · 6 years ago

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HEYY everyone! It’s pride month so it’s time for me to get up on my soapbox and preach to the choir!

Maybe this year I’ll have the guts to post about LGBTQIA on Facebook or my art twitter.

But yeah! Uh, as you all know Im Ace. Most of my friends understand this but it’s harder to explain it to others. I am still not believed by certain people and it’s a bit frustrating to say the least.

I found out that I was Ace when I was around the age of 14. Before then I didn’t even really know that I was Panromantic; or to put it bluntly “Also interested in people of every other gender known to man”. I considered myself to be a straight ally.

Frankly the signs that I was romantically attracted to genders other than male were there all along as is the case with a lot of people. It’s almost ridiculous how I didn’t find out I could even feel that way for so long. Frankly when it came down to it the feelings were just natural. I crushed on everyone and the most telling thing to me at the time was my crushes on women.

I think the reason why I didn’t catch on to that was because I hadn’t really learned about romantic attraction separate from sexual attraction. When I did, everything made sense.

This gets rather long, so I decided to put it under the break. It’s been divided up into chunks of text so hopefully it’s a pleasant read!

It’s important to stress that this is indeed the case. It’s common for them to be linked, but they are separable. If more people understood this then Ace and Aro and AroAce people would be better understood themselves.

Furthermore, I think it would open up LGBTQIA to people of all ages as it should be. Kids can learn that romantic relationships come in all sorts of ways like 3 or more people together on equal terms, 2 women, 2 men, agendered and any other gender and perhaps more than I can currently think of.

I did not know for the longest time that two people of the same gender could marry and because of this I felt that my crushes on people of the same gender would only be legitimate if they were male. So it was more of an “Oh well, I suppose we could never get married”.

As a child I knew about and thought the idea of marriage was very important. So much so that I thought I would marry another boy my age from the moment I saw him. I had a lot to learn about romance and the path to profound love and profound bonds. What I knew then was all that the media and my parents and guardians taught me.

I believe that marriage and romantic relationships need not be forced on people or hailed as being extremely important...But I do understand that to some people they really are, even from a young age and we should be honest about all the possibilities and let them figure out how they feel.

It doesn’t have to be about sex. We talk about straight romance all the time without mentioning sex. Anybody who tries to tell you that children should not be taught about different ways to feel and different genders they can marry because the content is inherently sexual is giving a really flimsy pool noodle of an excuse.

I spoke a lot about romance just now so I’d like to take a moment to mention something else.

My heart really goes out to the aromantics out there. Whether you are ace on top of that or just aro the way you feel is good and it is okay. There are so many bonds you can form with people other than romance and they are all profound and never any less than important. Love is found in more places than just romance. It’s found in good familial relationships, friends, certain acquaintances and more subgroups.

We can teach kids that romance doesn’t need to be important to them. If they don’t feel it they don’t need to feel the pressure of getting a datefriend just to belong with others. Especially when at a young age these feelings might not even really be present. It’s up to the individual, ultimately.

When I was figuring out my own feelings I felt for a while that I might be an Aromantic Ace and even now I may just lightly brush into that spectrum because of how I specifically am.

I was not at all interested or looking for a relationship when I was in highschool. I wasn’t even planning to marry anybody until I met my lovie. I just wanted to focus on school and my friendships and if something happened...well, I’d roll with it depending on how I felt. And that’s what I did.

It is absolutely okay to do this and it’s okay to not be sure about how you feel at first and even long into your adulthood.

This is important for everyone to know as well whether they are Aro or not. Romance is not a requirement in your life. This is all up to you! You do what you feel is right for you.

These feelings are complicated and you don’t even need to stick a label on them if you don’t want to. I merely identify as ace because it suits me and I want to use that to educate others about asexuality and just generally let everyone know that it’s going to be okay. They can be themselves and do what they feel is right for them.

So those are some of my first thoughts about the separation of romance and sexuality. As always this is written with my opinions and my own personal knowledge on the subject.

If there are any gaps or you want to add onto this then feel free! Im also open to explaining anything that is unclear and hearing other opinions.

#asexuality #pylime's thoughts #aromantic #aroace

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tobesolonely · 4 years ago

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one weekend away

summary: y/n goes away on a weekend trip with her friends and finds it hard to enjoy herself when she’s away from her family part of my dad!harry universe!

warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking! other than that, just cute family stuff :)

word count: ~1.8k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

“Remember to test Olly’s milk on your wrist before giving it to him. Oh, and Ally has practice tomorrow at 9 am, but you know her coach likes it when they arrive a little bit earlier than that, maybe 8:45? And please make sure you swaddle Olly when it’s time for bed, that’s probably the fastest way to get him to fall asleep—”

“Y/N, I’ve got it. Yeh actin’ like ’ve never stayed home alone with my babies before,” he groans in exasperation, guiding you toward the front door, your suitcase in tow. “Go. Been tellin’ me how excited you were for this trip for ages. Yeh do so much for the kids and I, think it’ll be nice for ya to take a lil’ time off. Besides, this is a non-refundable Mother’s Day gift.” You know he’s just joking about that, but you realize that it would be a waste if you decided not to go.

“I’m just gonna miss my babies,” you confess, sighing as you adjust your purse strap on your shoulder. “I’ve never been away from them for more than a night before, you know that.” Harry nods understandingly, opening the door as he hears the driver he called for you honk their horn, signifying their arrival.

“Your friends will miss yeh if you’re not there. Go and have a good time fo’ me, love. You deserve it,” he places a kiss to the top of your head and then calls out for your daughter. “Ally! Come say goodbye to your Mumma, she’s leaving now!” You hear your daughter’s little footsteps flying down the stairs, and she reappears a moment later, running to you and giving you a tight squeeze.

“‘M gonna miss you, Mumma! Me and Daddy will take good care of Olly,” she says, her tiny voice muffled because her face was smashed against your midsection.

“Gonna be a good girl for Daddy? Promise to help out with your brother?” You ask, gently pulling her away from your body and giving her one of the sternest looks you could muster up at the moment. She nods vigorously, turning to give her dad a look.

“Yes, Mumma, I promise I’ll be good for Daddy.” You grin, satisfied with her answer.

“I guess I’ll have to bring you back a little treat then, won’t I?” She jumps from foot to foot excitedly, flashing you a big, dimpled grin. Ally promises you once again that she’ll be helpful and behave, even more excited by the promise of a treat upon your return. Harry goes to pick up your son, who was having tummy time on his play mat.

“Tell your Mumma bye-bye, Olly,” Harry coos at your son, adjusting him in his arms. Your son babbles, giving you a toothless, happy smile. You rapidly blink back tears, feeling yourself starting to grow a bit emotional. Harry notices and jokingly rolls his eyes, handing you your son to give him a proper goodbye. You place a kiss to the top of his soft head, a stray tear landing on him.

“Come on, love, don’t cry,” Harry tells you quietly, quickly wiping away your tears. “You’re only gonna be gone for one weekend, darling. We’ll all be here in one piece when you get back.” He jokes, taking Oliver from your arms and grabbing your suitcase again with his free hand. You follow reluctantly behind him, figuring you’ve already kept the driver waiting long enough.

“You’re right,” you admit, giving the driver a polite smile when he opens the backseat door for you. “Please don’t forget what I told you about Olly’s milk, Harry.” He shakes his head, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet to tip his driver. Your son is tugging at his curls, but he doesn’t seem to notice, handing the driver a crisp bill.

“Got it, love. Yeh better get goin’ before your friends think you’re not comin’ anymore, yeah?” He leans into the car and places a kiss on your lips, pulling back when Olly gives a particularly hard tug at his hair.

“Oi! Your son’s a menace,” he winces, rubbing at his head. You sniffle and laugh, giving your baby a loving look. Ally is sitting in the doorway, waiting patiently for her dad and brother to come back inside the house.

“Call me if you need anything, please? You know it’ll be nothing for me to come home.” You remind him, readjusting your purse in your lap. Harry nods, not wanting to tell you that he wasn’t planning on calling you at all so as not to bother you, shutting the car door. He steps back, and you see him mouth to your son, “Wave bye to Mumma!” and then you’re off, on your way to spend a much needed weekend away from your little family for the first time ever.

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“Y/N, I swear we’re gonna take your phone and hide it if you keep checking it!” Your best friend threatens. “Har is fine with the kids, haven’t seen you set that thing down since we’ve gotten here.” She gestures toward your phone in your hand, and you sigh, setting it face down on the table.

You were at a winery with a couple of your closest girlfriends, out to dinner while sipping on the smoothest wine you’ve ever had in your life. You knew you needed this trip as you hadn’t seen them in ages, and you desperately wanted some time to let loose with your closest friends. However, the more intoxicated you became, the more you missed your children and husband.

“Just miss them,” you say quietly, tapping the back of your phone. Your waiter comes and sets a charcuterie board in the center of the table, quickly refilling your wine glasses before leaving you be. “It’s hard bein’ away from them. I don’t know how you both do it.” Both of your friends had children of their own, and they seemed to be okay spending an entire weekend away from them. Meanwhile, your babies were the only thing you could think about.

“How about we enjoy our food and wine, and when we get back to the lodge, you give them a quick call. That sound good, Y/N?” Your friend suggests seeing how upset you were away from your kids. Your mood immediately changes at the idea of calling and checking in on your family. You put your phone away and give your girls your undivided attention, starting to enjoy yourself even more once your small buzz kicks in.

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“I’m gonna call Harry, you two go inside without me,” you tell your girlfriends, digging your phone out of the bottom of your purse with a bit of difficulty due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. “I’ll be there in a bit.” You dial your husband’s number quickly and bite your lip while waiting for him to pick up the phone. After the fourth ring, he answers.

“Hello?” Harry’s deep voice rumbles through your phone. “Everything goin’ okay, lovie? Wait, hold on a sec…” he trails off, moving the phone away from his mouth. “Hey, Ally, what did I tell yeh? I said you gotta eat the veggies Daddy made for yeh before it’s time for ice cream. Your whining isn’t gonna change my mind, bub.” You giggle at how strict your husband could get when it came to your daughter eating all of her vegetables.

“Hi, H. I miss you guys,” your voice slurs slightly, but you don’t even try to correct yourself. “Miss my babies sooo much. What are you all getting into?” Harry chuckles, tsking softly.

“Drunk now, are you, pet? Are yeh ‘avin a good time? We miss ya too,” Olly babbles in the background, and you hear Harry telling him to give him a second to make sure his milk isn’t too hot. You smile at the fact that he remembered your instructions from earlier.

“It’s really nice here. Thanks for gettin’ this all set up. You’re the best,” you hiccup, and Harry laughs on the other end. “The wine here is s’good, and the lodge is gorgeous. We should come back here one day.”

“Sure you’d be able to handle leaving the kids with a babysitter?” He teases. “Gonna put the phone on speaker so I can feed Olly, so please watch what yeh say.” Harry knows how you completely lose the ability to filter yourself when you drink. He doesn’t want your children to hear anything too vulgar.

“I’m not that drunk, Harry,” you protest, smiling to yourself. “I won’t keep you long. Jus’ miss you all s’much.” Harry hums as you hear your daughter asking for the third time since being on the phone with him if she could “pretty, pretty please” be excused from the dinner table. He asks her again if she’s done eating her vegetables, causing your daughter to mumble something incoherent.

“She’s not very happy with what’s for dinner tonight,” he tells you. “Been complaining ever since I told her this afternoon what we’d be havin’. Don’t know why she dislikes green beans so much.”

You laugh, nestling your phone in between your shoulder and ear. “Yeah, she hates ‘em. I personally don’t even try to get her to eat those anymore.” Harry scoffs, and you look toward the lodge, a sudden longing to be inside with your girlfriends overwhelming you. “I think I’m gonna get goin’, H. The girls are waiting on me inside.”

Harry doesn’t say anything for a moment, but when he speaks, you can hear that he’s definitely grinning. “When are ya gonna admit that you’re havin’ a good time, ’m perfectly capable of taking care of our babies, and I really know how to pick a Mother’s Day gift, hmm?”

“Don’t get too cocky now. You wouldn’t be bragging like this if you were alone with them for months on end like I am when you go on tour, I guarantee it,” you quip, turning to walk up the steps of your lodge. “Give the kids kisses for me, please? I miss you all so much.”

“I will, Y/N. Now, go have a drink for me, and I don’t wanna hear from you again until you’re back home, yeah? Enjoy yourself, poppet. I promise the house won’t be in flames when yeh get back, okay?” You say your goodbyes, reminding Ally once again to be kind to her father and help him out as much as she can before hanging up, going back inside to join your friends. As a mother, there was always a part of you that was going to find it challenging to be away from your children, and you didn’t think it would ever get easier. For tonight though, Harry’s words rang in your ear, and you did have a drink for him. Or two.

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