enjoying the moments

Wife

“Only because you said it.”

Harry covered his face ashamedly, laughing from the encounters of last night and how the both of you couldn’t get over with it, smiling once the laughing ceased and just looked at each other, knowing that either one of you would take out a phone and take a picture of the other to serve as a lockscreen.

To both of your comfort, you and Harry decided to take a morning stroll in Jamaica, deciding upon it to be 6 AM so the both of you would catch the sunrise and not face as much fans, wanting to enjoy moments of being newlyweds.

And even much to Harry’s joy, the little café that the both of you were in was barely filled, only the staff and the both of you were there, deciding to just stay until one wants to go some place else.

“There you go.”

A mumble came from someone, making you look up to the source, only to find a waiter looking at you with a smirk on his face, placing a glass of iced tea on the table.

“It’s on the house,” he winked.

You heard Harry shift on his seat, his actions and coughs being exaggerated to be noticed purposely.

“We uh, we didn’t order anything.”

Harry said as kindly as he could, smiling smugly as he put his hand on top of yours.

The waiter furrowed his eyebrows, nodding as he feigned emotion.

“Cool.”

He rubbed his eyes, catching on to that the waiter who was flirting with you tried to play dumb, making him sigh.

“No, uh, scratch that. My wife didn’t order anything.”

He put emphasis on the word ‘wife’, grinning when he stood up and motioned you to do too, leaving what was supposed to be the iced tea that was free of charge.

Harry slung his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss on your cheek before slightly saluting the waiter, chuckling once the both of you left.

“How I just love saying that you’re my wife.”

Trust Me: Part 1

Originally posted by morefabthanfab

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Based on prompt from @fictionallandsoverprostateglands

Sentence Prompt: “No, it’s my fault for thinking you might care.”

Poe Dameron x Reader (eventually), Female Reader, Shy!Reader, some angst, some fluff, self-doubt

Part 2

Author’s Note:  So this sucker got away from me.  I’ll have the second part uploaded on Tuesday at the latest.

Word Count: 3.7K

          You sat at your usual spot in the mess hall, quietly eating and observing the mild chaos around you.

           It was a rare moment of peace on base.  No major missions were underway. The only people that seemed to be missing were those on duty in the command center waiting for news and a handful of pilots on reconnaissance missions.  Everyone else was sitting with their friends and colleagues, talking, laughing and enjoying the moment while they could.  

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anonymous asked:

"You always this quiet?"

This prompt took me aaaages for some reason, I had so many half-baked ideas that never went anywhere. And then I remembered that my life is nothing without Deathly Hallows missing moments. Enjoy! 💕

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You Always This Quiet?

The plan was changing, as of course it would - nothing about the extraction of Harry Potter from the Dursleys’ could be simple, of course - but finally the rest of the Order had headed home, leaving Ron alone with Hermione in the cozy comfort of the Burrow’s kitchen. Ron couldn’t exactly say he was growing accustomed to these moments of solitude with her, as her mere presence seemed to heighten every one of his senses, but they’d been more and more frequent over the past few months and he was certainly not complaining. He was eager to see Harry, sure, but he rather liked having her all to himself.

“Tea?” he suggested, rising from the table to fetch the kettle. Hermione just shrugged, which Ron took as a yes. The great thing about finally being of age was the freedom to use magic whenever he pleased, and within seconds he had the water boiling. “You want milk or sugar or anything in it?”

“I don’t care,” she muttered back, her eyes fixed on a burn mark in the table.

Ron paused, his hand halfway to the cupboard. Since when did Hermione not share her opinion? “Lots of sugar it is, then,” he declared brightly, fully anticipating a speech on the irreparable damage he would do to their teeth with his sugar addiction.

“Okay.”

Ron turned to look at her, watching her hair fall in curtains around her face. Hastily, he prepared two cups (and he did accidentally dump quite a bit of sugar into them in his rush) and then sat down in the chair beside her.

“You always this quiet?” he asked, knowing that the truthful answer was a resounding no. She never shut up usually, and he loved it. He could bicker and banter back and forth with her for hours and never get bored, so these monosyllabic responses were, frankly, a little scary.

“I’m just worried,” she said finally, idly stirring her tea. “About my mum and dad.”

“Oh.” Of course she’d be concerned for them. They were Muggles, they had little defense against Death Eaters. “Well, I’m sure Kingsley could put some wards up around your house, like he’s done here-”

“But they’re not there,” she said, her voice hoarse. “They’re in Australia.”

“Wait, what?”

“I modified their memories,” Hermione confessed, watching the milky liquid swirl around in her mug. “I changed their names and made it so they thought their life’s dream was to move to Australia and now they’ve gone, and - and they don’t know I exist. They don’t think they have any children.” She dropped her forehead into her palm as Ron stared, open-mouthed, and searched his brains for something, anything, to say.

“Oh, Hermione-”

“I didn’t know what else to do!” she cried, finally meeting his eyes. “It’s only a matter of time before the Death Eaters go looking for them, and - and they’re Muggles, they never asked for any of this! It’s my fault that they’re in danger, I have to protect them.”

“It’s okay,” Ron said gently. Feeling like he could - like he should, really - he placed a hand on her back. “You know they’re safe now, that’s what’s important.”

“But what if I’ve done the spell wrong? I’ve never done that kind of magic before, I studied the theory as much as I could but we all know theory isn’t the same as actual practice and-”

“Hey,” he interrupted her fretting. “I’m sure you did fine. And it’s not permanent, the spell, is it? You can get them back?”

“No, it can be undone. But that’s actually the worst of it, what if I go to find them and they never forgive me for it? If I was them, I’d be furious-”

“Look,” said Ron, “they had enough faith in you to send you to Hogwarts in the first place, didn’t they?” He’d begun rubbing a circle into her back without even realizing it. “And it was the right thing to do, because you’re brilliant. They know that… and I know that.” Hermione nodded, blinking rapidly to keep tears at bay. “So they’d have to trust you, right, that you did the right thing?”

“I suppose,” she said, not sounding convinced.

“And if we - when we win - and it’s safe for them to come back…” Ron took a moment to summon his courage. “I’ll go with you.”

“You would?” She seemed in awe.

“Yeah, of course. If you want me to, I’ll be there.”

She sniffled and mustered up a watery smile. “Thanks, Ron.”

“Yeah, anything,” he replied, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “Now drink your tea,” he changed tacks, needing to break the ice, “it’s getting cold.”

She brought the mug to her lips and took a small sip, only to nearly choke and gawk at him in astonishment. “That’s like liquid candy! How much sugar did you put in here?”

“Just a little bit,” he chuckled.

“You know, when you eat sugar,” Hermione began, “it wears away at the enamel on your teeth and that’s permanent damage, and it can also cause cavities…”

Ron leaned back in his chair and sipped his own sugary tea, thoroughly enjoying his lecture.

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Adoption Headcanons

-A young Omega child being adopted into a family that already has an Alpha child and bursting into tears when the two meet and the little Alpha very bluntly says, “You don’t smell right at all” because the Omega doesn’t smell like ‘home’ or ‘family’ after being lightly scolded and corrected by his mother, the little Alpha feels awful for upsetting their new sibling. After their rough start the Alpha goes out of their way to comfort and protect the timid Omega

-Little Omegas being adopted and being so happy and excited when their new parents provide them with a bunch of stuffed animals and cozy blankets, things the Omegas had never been able to have a lot of before

-A young Alpha that was once mistreated by their biological Alpha parent being very skittish/afraid around adult Alphas. After being adopted by an Alpha/Omega couple they cling to the Omega like crazy right from the beginning but they take a few months to warm up to the kind and loving Alpha that’s trying so hard to get the child to trust them

-A moody young Alpha being fully aware that they are going to have two new parents, what they weren’t prepared for was a very loud and loving Omega woman that calls herself ‘Grandma’ and keeps trying to give them candy and gifts despite the child’s reluctance to interact with her. At first the Alpha honestly just finds her to be very overwhelming but they grow attached to her kind personality and her warm and comforting scent

-An easily frightened/intimidated Beta child being timid and anxious when their parents first bring them home but being instantly comforted by the couple’s Omega child who happily drags their new younger Beta sibling into their nest on the couch to watch movies and eat cookies

-A young Omega child being very quiet and serious as their new parents pick them up to bring them home. Their Alpha parent wrapping them up in their own huge sweatshirt because it’s freezing outside and the little Omega feels so safe and comforted by the gesture, they are too shy to actually say anything but they never give the sweatshirt back and they’ll only go to sleep if it’s in bed with them which their new parents think is adorable

-An Alpha/Omega couple adopting a newborn and spending the first couple weeks constantly holding the baby or cuddling them in their nest to make sure their baby becomes attached to their scents

-A teenage Alpha being incredibly weary of their new adoptive parents but becoming unexpectedly attached and protective of the couple’s small Beta child that insists on sticking to the Alpha like glue

-A Beta child being adopted into a family with a huge dog and freaking out because they’ve never really been around dogs. The child avoiding the dog for a couple days until one night when they are upset and the dog crawls up into bed with them and allows the child to cuddle up with them until they fall asleep. The two being inseparable after that

-An Omega being adopted into a family with Alpha twins that are just a couple years older and the twins are just instantly attached to their new little Omega sibling, each of the young Alphas always holds one of the Omega’s hands whenever they go somewhere and are always low-key competing for the small Omega’s attention and approval

drawpile moment

While Drawpiling with @blesstale, we watched Pirates of the Caribbean 2!⚓️✨

So Newbie imagined PT as his his pirate self from the glory days, and they watched PotC on a tablet left behind from visitors to his ship.

Turner went into the basement of Davey’s ship and they saw the brains of that crew member pulling himself off of the wall to greet them. Ew!

The Kraken makes its second appearance and Newton asks if PT’s ever fought one- to which he replied “YEAH! It was nothing short of epic! Explosions, screaming, swords, kissing–”
Newton: “–Kissing?! You kissed it?”
PT: “Well when you’re facing a leviathan with all hope lost, you get a little desperate.”
Newton: *silently judges*
PT: “Sometimes monsters need a little love!”
Newton: “kissing, though…?”
PT: “…it was still epic! You saw the mouth on those suckers! All those teeth?? Kraken kisses are dangerous…!”