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@officialharrisdrover
Hello! I'm Tay // 25+ // she/her // 21+ only please Welcome to my little rp corner for the social media director of the Ottawa Centaurs! All follows come from @falling-for-a-fantasy as that is where Harris previously was! headcanons // memes // rules
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Harris is self concious of his body like any normal person with scars, but through multiple medication changes and steroid treatments his weight has fluctuated his entire life. He was bullied growing up for his weight and I have a feeling thereās still the odd day where that gets to him especially when his relationship with Troy becomes public. He goes from quirky social media manager to high profile controversial sport celebrity boyfriend overnight and while heās absolutely overjoyed it will leave him open to a lot of hate. Of course he manages this all with a smile and a positive mental attitude, but even the most sunshine baby can be brought down by one too many hits.
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"That's different - It's not the same. That's something we talk about and that we deal with together - This -" He gestures between the two of them, indicating the current situation. "This is a decision you've made yourself without any input from me. How is that fair?"
His hands try to follow Harris's, but he's already standing, and Troy can feel their relationship slipping from his grasp. He doesn't want him. Insecure, intrusive thoughts immediately take hold. If Harris wanted him, he wouldn't be doing this. Thoughts race through his mind, trying to figure out how to fix it. "Please -" Tears spill over as he trips out of the chair to follow him towards the door. "What happened to our life together? What about the farm and the dogs we were going to have?" Fuck - He hates how pathetic he sounds in the face of being broken up with. "Don't do this."
He knows he has to go, knows that he's in real danger of taking back everything he'd just said and hurting Troy for no reason. There's a voice in his head telling him that he can't be what Troy needs, while he might be everything Harris has ever wanted, it doesn't mean he can give him the life he deserves, and as the image of the life they could have together flashes through his mind, all he can think about is if he left Troy with all that burden. Tears fall freely now, a sob ripping through him, and he backs up away from his hands, not even knowing if he's making the right decision anymore, but his head is taking him in a direction that his patched-up heart doesn't want to take as he feels the ache in his chest. "I'm sorry, I can't, I'm just sorry." He turns quickly, storming out of the door as he tries to get as far as possible, and he knows he shouldn't run, but he can't help it as he heads to the truck. Harris manages to drive up the road, just far enough that he can pull over and finally let himself crumble. Three weeks later Harris doesn't remember his body ever feeling this heavy; everything is weighing him down, and he's even had to go back to his parents just so that they can take care of him. His heart's playing up again, rapidly beating in random stints, and his blood pressure was all over the place. It all just confirmed that he made the right choice with Troy, right? He'd not been able to come back to work; he was working with content Gen was feeding him at home and queueing posts, but it was missing his usual flair. He wasn't interacting with posts as much as he should, and he knew he was letting the team down, letting Troy down, and he just hated himself for it.
He was so tired of this, so tired of his heart being unable to make up its mind and his head swimming with uncertainty about breaking up with Troy. He'd known it was the wrong choice a few days later, when he'd spoken to his sister and been in a clearer headspace. Ever since then, he's been cursing himself for ruining the best thing in his life and having his job suffer for it. There was no way he could take that back, no way he was deserving of him after what he did, and there was no way he should be letting himself behave like this. He had no right, and so that morning, he'd let Wiebe know he'd be in the office that day, determined to not get in the way of the team or of Troy. He arrived early, making sure to tuck himself away in the office and supply himself with enough things that he didn't need to leave much. It was a couple of hours later that he heard about what had happened with Troy, and his heart sank. Anxiety grips him, and he knows he has to do something before Troy risks his entire career. That's what led him to stand outside of his apartment, knowing he was about to face all of his bad decisions, but desperate to pull Troy out of this and back to the support of his team. He knocks, bracing himself for impact and wishes he'd made a little more effort to look nice.
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SLOWāBURN SPARKS & QUIET HEARTFIRE
roleplay starters inspired by slow burn love ā lingering glances, almost-touches, and feelings that simmer for months before finally spilling over
LONGING IN THE LITTLE MOMENTS
soft looks, subtle shifts, that ache of wanting more but not daring to reach
āWhy do you always look away right when I catch your eyes?ā
āYou keep brushing my hand. Accidentallyā¦ right?ā
āYou donāt have to leave yet. Stayājust a few more minutes.ā
āWhy does being around you feelā¦ different?ā
āI notice the way you soften around me. Even when you try not to.ā
ACCIDENTAL INTIMACY
hands brushing, falling asleep near each other, warmth passed back and forth
āYouāre freezingācome here. Itās just body heatā¦ nothing else.ā
āYou can lean on me if youāre tired. I wouldn'tĀ mind.ā
āHold still, youāve got something in your hairājust let meā¦ā
āDidnāt mean to fall asleep on you, butā¦ I didnāt want to move.ā
āI like it when you stand close. Even if you pretend you donāt notice.ā
DENIAL THATāS OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE ELSE
everyone sees it except the two falling in love
āWhy does everyone keep asking if weāre together? Weāre notā¦ right?ā
āNo, I wasnāt staring. I wasā¦ observing. For reasons.ā
āWeāre just friends. Totally normal friends whoā¦ talk every night?ā
āWhy does it bother you when I flirt with other people?ā
āWeāre close. But not that close. Unlessā¦ you want to be?ā
RISING TENSION, UNKEPT DISTANCE
the space between you shrinking, breath catching, lips almost touching
āYou keep stepping closer. Are you doing that on purpose?ā
āTell me to back up. If you donāt, I wonāt.ā
āYou canāt look at me like that and expect me to think straight.ā
āIf you touch me again, Iām not sure Iāll be able to stop myself.ā
āWeāre either about to kiss or make the worldās worst decision.ā
LATE NIGHTS THAT LEAD TO CONFESSIONS
quiet rooms, tired voices, guards slipping
āI shouldnāt say this, butā¦ I feel safer with you than anyone else.ā
āYouāre the first person I think about in the morning. And the last at night.ā
āI donāt know when it happened, but youāve becomeā¦ important.ā
āWhy do I only tell you the things Iām scared to say out loud?ā
āStay up with me. I donāt want this feeling to fade yet.ā
FEAR OF RUINING EVERYTHING
the hesitation, the trembling, the hope
āIf I told you the truthā¦ would it ruin us?ā
āIām scared of losing what we already have.ā
āI care about you too much to risk it unless you feel the same.ā
āDonāt lieāthereās something between us. You feel it too.ā
āTell me you donāt want me, and Iāll pretend none of this happened.ā
FINALLY CROSSING THE LINE
the moment where holding back isnāt possible anymore
āCome here. I canāt pretend I donāt want you anymore.ā
āIāve been waiting for you to make the first move.ā
āIf weāre doing thisā¦ donāt pull away.ā
āIāve wanted to kiss you for months.ā
āTell me this isnāt just one moment. Tell me weāre choosing each other.ā
Troy hadn't been expecting those words. Sure, he'd sensed something was wrong the moment Harris entered the apartment - But he'd thought it was something to do with work, maybe. Or just a bad day. He hadn't thought -
"Don't do this." Troy's voice cracks as the words fall from his lips. His expression is pleading, shaking his head as he looks over at Harris. This sentiment has come up before; the two of them have talked about it. And Troy had been very transparent about the fact that he understands they mightn't get as much time together. The point is that he wants to enjoy whatever he can get.
"It's not going to destroy me - It won't." Troy moves to drag his seat over beside him, reaching for his hands. "Harris, please. I can't be without you - I can't." He feels tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Please don't do this."
He feels sick. Every single part of him wants to reach out to Troy, to take him in his arms and tell him he doesn't want this; he wants to be with him forever, he always will. That's the problem, he can't promise that. He thought he could promise at least twenty years, but he's been reminded just how unpredictable this all can be. I can't be without you. The words rattle around in his brain as he squeezes Troy's hands, selfishly clinging to him for what he thinks will be the last time, and that thought fills him with dread. What the fuck are you even doing, Drover? "You just said it. What do you think is going to happen when I die? You'll have to be without me, and it will hurt a hell of a lot less now than it would later." Harris isn't even sure he means any of this; he just registers the feeling of drowning and the refusal to bring Troy down with him. He forces his hands from Troy's grasp as a numbness settles over him, tears staining his cheeks, and his heart aching as he stands. "It hurts now, but it won't hurt forever." You'll be able to move on; anyone else would be lucky to have you.
semi plotted starter for @rinksaint
Everything had been perfect, not just with work, but his personal life had never been better, and he was beyond in love. That was why this was the hardest decision he'd ever had to make, one that he wasn't even sure was the right choice, but how much of that was just his own selfishness? He was clinging to the dream in his head, which meant spending the rest of his life with Troy, but what would Troy's life look like after? Harris knew his life wouldn't be as long, and his most recent health scare had nearly resulted in just that. He'd gotten too comfortable; the implant was still fairly new, all things considered, and there had just been some complications. Health scares had always terrified him; the possibility of his parents outliving him had never been something that sat well with him, and now he had Troy. Beautiful, perfectly imperfect, love of his life, Troy, and he panics, because he knows he shouldn't do this to him. It was real now, he was beyond in love with him, and wasn't it better to suffer now for a little while? To be able to go forward now that he was out and meet perfectly healthy guys who could easily guarantee that Troy would have them for the rest of his life? It's what had led him to this conversation, to sitting opposite Troy rather than beside him, tears in his eyes and telling him, "I can't do this. This," he gestures between them, "is going to destroy you."
Writing replies to Animal Crossing music, and I think it's important to note that this boy probably plays Nintendo games exclusively. This boy had his emotional support DS that came to every single hospital stay, and he religiously played, and he is insanely good at Mario Kart.
@rinksaint continued from here
His lips continue their path down his jaw, settling at his collarbone and nipping at the skin there as he lets Troy talk about his plans. "That sounds like a very fun date." The words are muffled against his skin, head shifting to move to the other side of his neck to tend to the neglected skin there. Once he's happy that he's left a couple of faint marks, he pulls away with a grin and pecks Troy's lips, "If there's an arcade, we must go. I haven't been to an arcade in ages, but I warn you, I suck at any form of golf." Fingers curl into his dark locks, nails gently scritching at the nape of his neck, and Harris just stares at him for a moment. "I'm never going to get tired of this."
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~ @falling-for-a-fantasy || @officialharrisdrover cont'd from x ~
Troy knows that Harris doesn't need a pitying gaze or for him to be overly stressed and panicked. But it's difficult in that moment not to worry. He hates seeing him lying there, connected to all those wires. "Alright." Troy swallows, his free hand coming to rest on Harris's heart, as if silently willing it to be okay.
He sits on the edge of the bed, tentative. He'd already called his mother and asked her every possible question under the sun, relying on her nursing experience to soothe him. "Harris, you're the one in hospital, you're not supposed to be worrying about me." He mutters, looking over at him. "I just don't want anything to happen to you. I hate not being able to be here with you."
He smiles knowingly as he pulls Troy's hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles and resting their joint hands against his chest. "I always worry about you, the same way I know you always worry about me. I guess it's all part of being in love with someone." After a short shuffle, he pats the space beside him and moves some of the various wires out of the way. "Come cuddle for a bit? I know we're not supposed to, but I know a couple of the nurses, and they like me, so they won't tell on us."
// Hi! I'm here today and Harris is feeling needy <3
āŗĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā TENSIONĀ Ā LINERĀ Ā PROMPTSĀ Ā Ā Ā
"IĀ Ā dareĀ Ā youĀ Ā toĀ Ā try."
"DoĀ Ā youĀ Ā alwaysĀ Ā getĀ Ā close?"
"YouāreĀ Ā pushingĀ Ā myĀ Ā limits."
"StopĀ Ā lookingĀ Ā atĀ Ā meĀ Ā likeĀ Ā that."
"IāmĀ Ā losingĀ Ā controlĀ Ā here."
"YouĀ Ā haveĀ Ā noĀ Ā idea,Ā Ā doĀ Ā you?"
"IĀ Ā canātĀ Ā resistĀ Ā youĀ Ā anymore."
"StayĀ Ā back,Ā Ā orĀ Ā donāt."
"IĀ Ā knowĀ Ā whatĀ Ā youĀ Ā want."
"ThisĀ Ā isĀ Ā gettingĀ Ā dangerousĀ Ā now."
"YouāreĀ Ā tooĀ Ā temptingĀ Ā forĀ Ā me."
"IĀ Ā shouldnātĀ Ā wantĀ Ā this,Ā Ā butā¦"
"IĀ Ā donātĀ Ā playĀ Ā fair,Ā Ā remember?"
"Careful,Ā Ā youāreĀ Ā testingĀ Ā me."
"YouāreĀ Ā justĀ Ā makingĀ Ā itĀ Ā worse."
"YouāreĀ Ā tooĀ Ā closeĀ Ā forĀ Ā comfort."
"DoĀ Ā youĀ Ā alwaysĀ Ā pushĀ Ā buttons?"
"StopĀ Ā beforeĀ Ā IĀ Ā kissĀ Ā you."
"YouāreĀ Ā makingĀ Ā itĀ Ā tooĀ Ā hard."
"IĀ Ā canātĀ Ā stopĀ Ā thinkingĀ Ā aboutĀ Ā you."
"IĀ Ā wantĀ Ā youĀ Ā tooĀ Ā much."
"YouĀ Ā knowĀ Ā exactlyĀ Ā whatĀ Ā youāreĀ Ā doing."
"IāmĀ Ā notĀ Ā playingĀ Ā gamesĀ Ā here."
"YouāveĀ Ā crossedĀ Ā theĀ Ā lineĀ Ā now."
"KeepĀ Ā pushing,Ā Ā andĀ Ā youāllĀ Ā regretĀ Ā it."
"ThisĀ Ā isĀ Ā dangerous,Ā Ā isnātĀ Ā it?"
"IāmĀ Ā tryingĀ Ā notĀ Ā toĀ Ā care."
"DonātĀ Ā makeĀ Ā meĀ Ā regretĀ Ā this."
"YouāreĀ Ā playingĀ Ā withĀ Ā fire."
"YouĀ Ā donātĀ Ā knowĀ Ā whatāsĀ Ā coming."
"IĀ Ā shouldnātĀ Ā beĀ Ā thisĀ Ā close."
"WeāreĀ Ā gettingĀ Ā dangerouslyĀ Ā closeĀ Ā now."
"IĀ Ā canĀ Ā feelĀ Ā theĀ Ā heat."
"DonātĀ Ā testĀ Ā meĀ Ā rightĀ Ā now."
"IĀ Ā wantĀ Ā youĀ Ā tooĀ Ā badly."
"DonātĀ Ā makeĀ Ā meĀ Ā chaseĀ Ā you."
"YouāreĀ Ā distractingĀ Ā me,Ā Ā youĀ Ā know."
"IĀ Ā wonātĀ Ā fallĀ Ā forĀ Ā this."
"IĀ Ā wantĀ Ā you,Ā Ā butā¦"
"WhatĀ Ā doĀ Ā youĀ Ā wantĀ Ā fromĀ Ā me?"
"IāllĀ Ā neverĀ Ā giveĀ Ā in."
"IāmĀ Ā tryingĀ Ā notĀ Ā toĀ Ā care."
"YouāreĀ Ā playingĀ Ā withĀ Ā myĀ Ā patience."
"DonātĀ Ā makeĀ Ā thisĀ Ā harder,Ā Ā please."
"IĀ Ā canātĀ Ā stopĀ Ā thisĀ Ā feeling."
"IāmĀ Ā alreadyĀ Ā inĀ Ā tooĀ Ā deep."
"YouĀ Ā wonātĀ Ā walkĀ Ā awayĀ Ā unscathed."
"YouāreĀ Ā walkingĀ Ā aĀ Ā fineĀ Ā line."
"IāmĀ Ā tryingĀ Ā toĀ Ā stayĀ Ā calm."
"WhatĀ Ā areĀ Ā youĀ Ā doingĀ Ā toĀ Ā me?"
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01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.
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01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.
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01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.
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01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.
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01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.
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01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.
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01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.
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01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.
SUGGESTIVE STARTERS
Sentence starters that are Suggestive. Change pronouns as you see fit.
ā I like the way you say my name. Say it again. ā ā If I sit in your lap, will you finally pay attention to me? ā ā You smell really goodā¦ is that for me? ā ā I could listen to you talk foreverā¦ but Iād rather kiss you. ā ā Your hands are so warmā¦ can you keep them on me a little longer? ā ā You blushing is my new favorite thing. ā ā Scoot over. Iām cold and you look cozy. ā ā Do you want to come insideā¦ or should I make it more obvious? ā ā That dress is cute. Would be cuter on my floor. ā ā I wasnāt planning on staying the night, but you're making it hard to leave. ā ā Iād offer you a drink, but Iām already intoxicating enough. ā ā Are you always this bossy, or is it just when you're turned on? ā ā Your voice does things to me. Say anything. I donāt care what. ā ā Donāt give me that look unless youāre ready to deal with the consequences. ā ā You keep acting like I wonāt pin you to the wall. ā ā What if I said Iām not wearing anything underneath this? ā ā That was a dangerous thing to whisper in my ear. Do it again. ā ā I could be good, if you asked me nicely. ā ā Stop biting your lip like that. Youāre making it really hard to focus. ā ā If you keep teasing me, I might have to return the favor. ā ā I want your hands on me. Now. ā ā Are you going to kiss me, or just keep looking at my mouth? ā ā Lay back. Let me take care of everything. ā ā You sound so pretty when you say my name like that. ā ā Tell me where you want me. Iāll go there. ā ā I want to hear you. Donāt hold back. ā ā Do you always sound like that when youāre this close? ā ā Look at me when I touch you. ā ā I need to feel you, not just hear you. ā ā You taste better than I imagined. ā ā Weāre just cuddlingā¦ unless you want it to be more. ā ā You keep inching closer. Should I be nervous? ā ā We probably shouldnāt be doing this right nowā¦ but I want to. ā ā I can hear your heartbeat from here. Are you nervous or excited? ā ā Tell me to stop and I will. But I really donāt want to. ā ā If you want me, say it. ā ā Youāre really bad at pretending you donāt want me. ā ā One bed. One blanket. And youāre shaking. ā ā Youāre still thinking about last night, arenāt you? ā ā You can either keep pretending you donāt want me, or you can come here. ā ā Youāre mine tonight. Say it. ā ā No one else gets to see you like this. ā ā You make such pretty noises. Donāt hide them. ā ā Donāt tease me if youāre not going to follow through. ā ā I still haven't forgotten the mess you made of me last night. ā ā You wonāt be able to walk straight if you keep testing me. ā ā Let me ruin your lipstickāand everything else. ā ā I want to leave bruises where only we can see them. ā ā Say my name like that again and I swear Iāllā ā ā You begged so sweetly last timeā¦ will you beg for me again? ā
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The morning had been long, and his eyes were burning from staring at his laptop so intensely, but he was finally happy with the posts he'd queued up for the Instagram page. Engagement had been spiking recently, and he was determined to keep that energy flowing, but there were a few on the team he wanted to work with a little more, so he set out to find Eli during practice. Once he saw them, he offered a wave and smiled, "Eli! C'mere for a sec, I just wanted to ask about this post I was thinking of making."
@rinksaint sent: ālistenā for my muse to play music for your muse. { from Fabian }
He couldn't believe that he was hanging out with Fabian Salah. He'd known Wyatt was close with Ryan, but never realised just how close, and so he hadn't expected to one day be standing beside him listening to demos from his phone. When the track cuts off, he doesn't wait for the other to speak before he's showering him in praise, "Holy shit! Those sound incredible!" He claps his hands together excitedly, "So like, those are for your next album?"
