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gumballavocadoharry · 1 year

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Harry and River:

The babysitters club:

I set up blankets and River's old high chair and bassinet for our little guest that was staying here for the day. Gemma's friend, Carrie had a baby girl named Everleigh who was born only a few months ago. She was beautiful with big blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She had this cute little smile and a little clef on her chin.

I was excited because I missed having a baby around the house. I mean, I loved River the age he is now and he will always be my forever baby, but it was still nice to go back in time for even a little while. "River," I knocked on his bedroom door. "Are you excited for our guest today? Carrie's coming over today with baby Everleigh, and she wants us to babysit her for today. So that means while Everleighs here, no loud music or voices like yelling or slamming your toys around."

River nodded and agreed to that. "Okay, now with that settled.....want to help take care of Everleigh?" "Sure." I thought that if I included River in the baby caring process, then he would be less likely to get jealous. But little did I know.......he would.

Ding! The doorbell rang and I rushed downstairs to answer it. "Hello Carrie," I said, giving her a side hug. "And how's this little cutie?"

"She's fine, thank you." Hey I appreciate you watching her, I needed this girl's day." I nodded. "I completely understand, I know how it was with River when he was that age." She handed me Everleigh and her baby bag. "She's already been fed, all she needs is probably her diaper changed later on and a nap. Thanks again."

"Of course, it's me and River's pleasure." Carrie kissed her baby goodbye before she left. "Okay Riv, it's you, me and Everleigh now." River smiled slightly, while examining Everleigh. "Isn't she pretty?" I sat down with the tiny baby in my arms and River followed. "You're the sweetest little baby, yes you are the cutest thing." I cooed, making kiss noises then eventually kissing her chubby cheeks.

River furrowed his eyebrows a little, before feeling Everleigh's cheeks with the back of his hand until one of his fingernails nicked her a little, which then made her give way to a soft whimper. "River, be careful! She's smaller than you." River jolted his little hand back abruptly, which made me feel a little guilty. "Oh, I'm sorry for yelling rivie, but she is just a baby."

River smiled and seemed satisfied with my apology and tagged along as I went upstairs to change Everleigh's diaper. "Okay sweetheart, we're getting rid of that yucky diapie." I cooed in my baby voice. I tickled her little cheeks and tummy before undoing her diaper and grabbing a couple wipes and diaper powder. River came in shortly and from the corner of my eye I could tell he had something in his hands.

"Daddy, when you're finished with Everleigh....can you help me color a picture?" I glanced back to River concisely before turning my attention back to the little baby girl. "Sorry babe, but daddy's gotta rock Everleigh to sleep afterwards." River gave a small pout and left. I was do busy on making sure I didn't mess up the diaper change, that I failed to see River's discard. "Okay sweet girl, let's get you to beddy by." I picked her up and started rocking her to sleep, lightly humming soft tunes.

CRASH!

River's loud car chase made Everleigh's whimpers turn into full on cries. Pique rippled through me, as I set Everleigh down and confronted River. "River! I just said I was rocking Everleigh to sleep! Can you please try to find something quiet to play." Exasperation escaped into my tone, more than I would've liked. River's face grew sullen. I left the room and went back to Everleigh to soothe her.

"There, there baby girl...it's okay." Her cries disintegrated enough to put her into her portable crib. I kissed my fingers and tapped it on Everleigh's rosy cheek. I quietly tiptoed out of my room and continued downstairs for a nap. I heard little footsteps, trace the wood against his socks until I felt his presence standing above me.

"Daddy! What about the picture?" My eyes shot open and I turned to River to shush him. "Be quiet, Everleigh's asleep," But I wasn't quick enough and heard her soft sobs coming from upstairs. I furrowed my eyebrows a little at River. "She's awake.....River why don't you go paint daddy another picture okay?" I didn't want to sound annoyed, but I think River sensed that.

He hung his down. "Sorry." I patted his head before jogging upstairs to Everleigh's bassinet. "There, there sweetie...it's alright. I'm here." I peppered her cheeks with kisses before tucking her back into bed. "There you go honey, back to dreamland." I swore, I had seen River standing behind me about to go into his bedroom but then walked away.

I quietly opened River's bedroom door, and found him quietly playing with his toys. I closed the door and went downstairs for a nap. In my spare time, a little before Carrie brought over Everleigh, I had knitted a little sweater for her.

A couple hours later, I was awoken by Everleigh's crying. A hungry cry. I was an expert at this by now from having River. "You hungry?" I asked in my baby voice. "I know you are, and I'm going to get some food in that tummy." I cooed.

I made Everleigh some mashed peaches and heated up her bottle. "I'm hungry too daddy." "Okay Rivie, just let daddy feed Everleigh and then I'll make your dinner okay?" River pouted, but I turned my attention back to Everleigh. "Who's a good girl? Eating her yummy peaches? And you're as sweet as one....yes you are, yes you are." I cooed, making the little blonde baby giggle mercilessly.

"I can feed myself like a big boy," I glanced over to River. "Yes, I know you can."

"Everleigh! You finished all your dinner! What a good girl!" I tickled her under her chin. "You're a special little baby, aren't you? Like a pretty princess!" I scooped her up and pressed a big kiss to her cheek. "Oh, who wants some ice cream?"

"But, my dinner?" "Oh, right. How about a nice turkey sandwich?" River nodded with a small dose of omit in him. I quickly made River's dinner before turning back to Everleigh. I gave her a few small spoonfuls of ice cream before taking her to the living room. "Daddy, pick me up too!"

"I can't River, I'm holding Everleigh....maybe later," River pouted again. "I'm sorry bud, but she needs me more right now. Besides, you have to finish your dinner." River went back to his sandwich, and I set Everleigh down on a blanket and let her play with some of River's big blocks.

"Hey those are my blocks!" River stomped over to Everleigh and snatched them, making her fall over and cry. "River!" My stern voice kicked in. "You give Everleigh back those blocks and go upstairs to you room right now!"

"But dad-" "Now!" River dropped the blocks and ran upstairs to his bedroom. I rubbed my temples and checked on Everleigh. "Are you okay honey?" I handed her a block and kissed her forehead. I looked up to the stairs, contemplating talking to River. But the sound of the doorbell interrupted that.

I opened the door, and saw Carrie standing there. "Hello Harry, how was Everleigh? Was she a good girl?" I smiled and nodded. "She was an absolute angel. A very good girl."

"Thank you so much for watching her! I hope it wasn't too much trouble." "None at all! And you're welcome...she's a real sweetheart."

Carrie looked so prideful once I handed her back her daughter. "Thanks for being such a good girl for Uncle Harry, say bye, bye." She made Everleigh wave her hand goodbye. "Goodbye sweetie. Oh, but before you go...." I grabbed the magenta colored sweater for Everleigh. "I made this for you."

"Awww, that is so sweet Harry. Wasn't that nice of him honey?" Carried cooed to Everleigh, her smiling baby.

Once they left, I immediately went upstairs to River's bedroom. I knocked on his door before letting myself once I heard no answer. "Riv?" His back was turned to his window, and his head was down sniffling. "River, what's wrong?" I stepped closer to him wanting to comfort him, but he turned away. He swallowed hard. I looked over his bedroom and noticed the picture he drew me was ripped in half. "River," I picked up the split piece of paper from the ground.

"Why did you do this?" Ny breath faded a little. He shrugged. "You didn't want it." I sat down next to River. I gently touched his face. "Sure you do that now since she's not here!" He sneered. "You love Everleigh better!" He jolted up from his bed and went over to his dresser in anger. I was shocked. The tone and words that were pouring out of my little boy's mouth were heartbreaking.

"River, I don't love anyone more than you....Everleigh's our friend just like Carrie her mother." He turned around, tears streaking down his rosy cheeks. "But you gave Everleigh my blocks, and you made her a special dinner and knitted her a sweater...but you didn't have any time for me. And you kissed her bunches, but not me." He cried.

My head pinged. For that moment, I had forgotten River was only a toddler. He didn't understand that much about babies and how much attention they need. "I'm so sorry River.....I never meant to not give you any attention. And I am especially sorry for making you feel left out." River wiped his face. "Me and rexie played all by ourselves." He arrogantly boasted.

But there was still sadness in his eyes. I walked over to him with my arms stretched out. I picked him up and set him on my lap. "River, I love you." I pressed my head against his. "I love you, and nothing or no one in this world could change that, okay?" River shrugged.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Ya know?" A single tear dripped onto my jeans. I wiped River's face and kissed his cheek. I squeezed him harder. "It's true....don't be sad...." I didn't really know what to do to make River feel better. "Rexie's going to eat me, if you're mad still baby...you know how much rexie is protective of you."

A small smile escaped from River, followed by one of my own. I hugged River tightly and kissed him all over his face. "How about some ice cream?" River nodded with a more widened smile.

I scooped him up in my arms and trollied downstairs to a delicious ice cream treat.

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alj4890 · 11 months

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Worth the Wait

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a what if to A Second Chance AU

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Part 1

Thomas took the rest of the week off from work. After Amanda's announcement, it had been impossibe to concentrate. He instead spent time alone contemplating the fact that he would be a father in six months or so.

The very notion was so unbelievable that he could hardly wrap his mind around it. For years, he had never planned on marriage or having a family.

He grimaced as he reminded himself how all that had changed when he first started dating Amanda. He had fallen in love with her not only hard but also, at least in his opinion, fast. He had to force himself to keep his feelings in check until he was certain of her reciprocating them.

Then he went out and purchased an engagement ring.

If she had not broken up with him, he knew they would be in the midst of planning a wedding...instead of a nursery.

Perhaps they would be doing both.

He still had the ring tucked away upstairs in his nightstand. He couldn't seem to drum up the will to get rid of it.

It'd been the first time in his life that he willingly bought something that would permanently change his carefully laid plans of a bachelor.

He dropped his head in his hands. The past few nights he'd either had Amanda join him for dinner at a restaurant, her hotel suite, or here in his home. He knew they needed to work on their relationship before their child came into the world.

Thomas though, wanted more.

Maybe.

He honestly didn't know what to make of the feelings she had stirred up within him once again.

Being around her after all that occurred was both wonderful and yet utterly miserable. His heart ached from not touching her...kissing her...simply holding her within his arms.

It also ached with the fact the relationship they once had was destroyed. There was no way, at least that he could detect, in picking up where they'd left off.

They couldn't possibly...could they?

He jumped when he heard the gate buzzer.

Checking the time, he frowned at it being too early for Amanda's arrival.

The last thing he wanted was Addison and Holly poking around in this delicate matter. He knew they had taken these past few days off and spent them with Amanda. He was surprised they waited this long to talk the situation over with him.

"Yes?" He answered.

"We're here!"

His eyes widened at the sound of his brother-in-law's cheery voice.

"Thomas?" His sister Rachel called out. "Aren't you going to open the gate for us?"

He'd completely forgotten they were coming into town this week.

"Of course." He pushed the button for them.

Reluctantly, he slipped his shoes on and stepped outside to greet them.

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Addison and Matt's home...

"He's perfect." Amanda cradled the four month old in her arms. "Look at all that hair!"

Addison smiled proudly. "I'm so thankful he took after Matt. I was bald until fifth grade."

"No, you weren't." Matt pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I've seen your baby and childhood photos."

"I might have had hair," she conceded, "but it was such a light blonde that there are pictures where a bright flash was used that make me appear to be bald."

Amanda grinned at the couple before focusing once more on their son. He slept peacefully in her arms as she gently rocked him.

"Feel free to come over everyday to hold Michael." Addison told her. "You'll need the practice and I can always use a nap."

Amanda chuckled softly. "I wish I could, but I'll be leaving at the end of the week."

Addison, Matt, and Holly each exchanged a loaded glance.

"Is Thomas going with you?" Holly asked a little too casually.

"No. He plans on coming in time for my next doctor's appointment."

"Have you two decided how you're going to do this yet?"Addison asked.

"Addi." Matt shook his head at her.

"I just want to see you both happy with each other and your baby." She ignored her husbamd's whispered warnings to not get involved. "You two were so in love that I don't get why you're not already in the magazine's for having eloped in Vegas by now."

Amanda handed the baby over to Holly. "I should probably go. I'm supposed to--"

"No!" Addison reached out to stop her. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being too nosy, but I don't want to see you both miserable."

Amanda gently patted her hand. "I know. But things changed for Thomas when we broke up." She fought back tears. "I don't know if he'll ever want me like he once did." She lifted her chin. "I'm happy he at least is kind to me and wants to know our child."

Holly gave Matt his son when he began to whimper and squirm.

"Yes, but have you felt anything since you've been back?" She prodded.

Amanda gathered her things. "Of course I have." She lowered her eyes. "I never fell out of love with Thomas, and when I found out...I had hoped..." She wiped at the tears beginning to fall. "I'm sorry. I have to go. He's expecting me for dinner tonight."

The trio walked her to the door.

"Don't cry." Addison pleaded, throwing her arms around her. "I shouldn't have asked."

Amanda couldn't stop her tears. "It's okay."

Holly hugged her. "We won't bring it up again."

Amanda could only nod before blubbering a goodbye and slipping into the waiting town car.

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"Pregnant?!" Rachel breathed.

Stephen slapped Thomas on the back. "Congratualtions!"

"I'm going to be an aunt?" Rachel began to smile before launching herself at her brother.

He oomphed while accepting her hug. "Yes, you will be. You'll either have a niece or nephew by September."

She punched his arm once she stepped back.

"Rachel!" He snapped at her.

"Why didn't you call me when you found out?" She placed her hands on her hips.

The siblings glared silently at each other.

Stephen, the forever peacemaker between the Hunt's, spoke up.

"He's probably still trying to comprehend it, himself, babe."

Thomas nodded. "It's true. Of all the times I imagined Amanda walking back into my life, I never dreamed it would be because she is pregnant."

"Well, now that I'm here we will plan out everything." Rachel left them for a moment and returned with a pad and pen she found on his desk. "Let's see."

She sat down, tapping the pen on the arm of her chair. "I think a small ceremony should do nicely. Perhaps on the beach..."

"Small ceremony for what?" Thomas asked.

"Your wedding." She grinned at him. "How did Amanda react when she saw the ring you had bought? I bet she was shocked you decided to ask her before the break--"

"There isn't going to be a wedding." Thomas informed her.

"Just because she's pregnant, that doesn't mean you have to have a ceremony in a county clerk's office." Rachel grumbled. "I doubt she's showing yet." She began her list again. "If we have it here, then we can--"

"I didn't propose." Thomas explained.

Stephen plopped down in surprise on the arm of Rachel's chair.

"You didn't propose?" She asked in disbelief. "Why not? You're in love with her. She loves you. You're having a baby!"

Thomas began to pace as he tried to explain his hesitation.

The couple watched him struggle with his reasons.

"I see no need to rush into marriage just yet." Thomas added. "Not until we are certain this is the right decision for both of us. It will save us additional heartache and our child won't suffer in the process."

"But--"

Stephen placed his arm around his wife's shoulders, gently squeezing her.

She closed her mouth at that subtle sign that she was being pushy again.

With a deep sigh, she slumped in her chair.

Thomas whirled around when his buzzer sounded again.

"Were you expecting anyone?" Rachel asked.

"Only Amanda." Thomas mumbled.

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Amanda grimaced once more at her swollen eyes. Thank goodness she had gone with waterproof eye makeup. At least she only looked swollen instead of a puffy eyed racoon.

Her stomach gurgled when Thomas opened the door.

She hid her face in her hands. "I'm sorry. I've not eaten since I threw up a muffin this morning."

He couldn't help but smile at her embarrassment over something he thought was trivial at best. "You don't have to worry about what I think when that happens."

When she lifted her head, his eyes narrowed in concern.

"You've been crying." He gently took her face in his hands.

"Hormones." She wondered how she was able to say such a falsehood so easily.

His hands lingered, thumbs brushing her cheeks, then dropped to his sides. "I should forewarn you. Rachel and Stephen are here."

Amanda stepped back, nearly falling backwards off his front stoop.

Thomas caught her in his arms, turning them both until she was safely between him and the front door.

"Are you all right?" He could feel her heart thumping against his chest.

She nodded. "Just caught off guard." Biting her lip, she lifted her eyes to his. "Did you tell them about," she gestured toward her belly.

"I did." He answered.

"And?" She prodded, worried over his answer.

"And they are thrilled with the knowledge that they will have a niece or nephew before the year is through.” He explained.

Amanda finally asked the question that was really bothering her.

“Do they, of course they must, but do they hate me too much for my,” she took a deep breath, “for ending things between us?”

If Thomas was to go by how his sister had not only readily jumped into planning a wedding for them as well as becoming angry over his not proposing to Amanda, he seriously doubted she held anything against his ex.

“They don’t hate you at all.” He kept an arm around her waist. “Come inside.”

Leaning a bit closer than necessary to him for comfort, she allowed him to lead her to his living room.

Rachel jumped up and hugged her, pushing her brother out of the way. “I’m so excited!”

Amanda laughed when Stephen thanked her for getting pregnant.

“Now Rach will stop pestering me about getting a puppy or kitten. All her time will be spent in preparation on becoming an aunt.”

“We will get one of those if my niece or nephew wants one.” Rachel snapped at him.

She ignored his teasing grin and focused on Amanda. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” She lied.

“She suffers with severe morning sickness.” Thomas corrected.

Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Who is taking care of you?”

“Me.” Amanda said with a laugh that wasn’t quite sincere. “Servants, occasionally my friends, and of course Thomas when we are together.”

Rachel glared at her brother. “She needs help all the time.”

He glared back, knowing she was heavily hinting that they should get married.

“I’ll be fine. Hopefully by my next appointment it will have lessened.” Amanda said, wondering at their sudden irritation.

“And if it doesn’t?” Rachel continued to stare Thomas down.

“Then I’ll do what I have been doing.” Amanda shrugged. “I really don’t have much of a choice in the matter.”

She moved away from them to sit down.

“Some people have a choice.” Rachel muttered where only Thomas could hear.

Ignoring her, he asked Amanda what she felt like eating.

“I’m not sure. This baby and I have very different views on what I should eat." She tried to joke.

He had to stop himself from brushing her hair back from her face. That lopsided grin of hers had a way of making him feel the need to comfort her.

"I was thinking of taking you to The Palm for dinner."

Her surprise made him smile. It used to be one of their favorite places to eat. Thomas hadn't been there since they broke up. For some reason, he'd gone ahead and made a reservation for them.

"The Palm?" Rachel leaned forward. "What kind of food do they have."

"Italian." Amanda smiled at him. "I have had a craving for tomatoes recently."

"Then hopefully you'll be able to enjoy a meal for a change." He responded, smiling more easily around her.

"We'll go to the guest house and get cleaned up." Rachel tugged Stephen up out of his chair. "What time should we be ready?"

"You have thirty minutes." Thomas warned.

"Thirty?!" Rachel dashed out.

Stephen chuckled. "How long do we really have?"

"Forty-five minutes." Thomas replied. "But I know my sister and if i say forty-five, she'll take an hour or more."

Stephen snorted in amusement. "Yes, she will."

Once they were alone, Thomas sat down across from Amanda.

"The Palm." Her smile dimmed some over the memories of romantic evenings spent at that particular establishment. "I can't remember the last time we had dinner there."

"November." Thomas fought squirming when she looked up in surprise once more.

"I'm looking forward to it." Amanda said to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between him.

"So am I." He got up to get something to drink. He offered to get her something just to have something to do.

He could feel her eyes following him out of his living room. When he was out of eyesight, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He still didn't know if he could risk his heart again. He knew she was leaving soon and that things between them were up in the air.

The more he was around her, the more he was wanting to settle into how they once were.

But then that would bring up whether or not they should go ahead and marry.

Should we? If it doesn't work out, how much more will it hurt to walk away from her and our child? To break the life I once dreamed of having with her...should I really jump into it without seeing if it's worth the chance?

He didn't know. He knew his fear was keeping him from so much. Yet...hadn't his fear kept him from horrible decisions in the past?

Or had it kept him from something great?

He prepared her a glass of ginger ale and brought it to her.

He grasped on the topic of what she planned to do once back in Cordonia while he debated on what to do with his own future.

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Dinner turned out better than either thought. It seemed almost natural being on a double date of sorts once again with Rachel and Stephen.

It was certainly romantic out on the terrace of the restaurant with the strings of globe lights softly brightening the darkness.

The four laughed and talked over what they had been doing since they were last together. The teasing that Amanda used to do with Thomas had made his frown all but disappear. He couldn't resist doing the same to her.

The roll of her eyes or a laugh had him placing his arm along the back of her chair and gently rubbing her shoulder.

Just like he used to do.

"Are we getting dessert?" Rachel asked. "Please say yes."

"I don't know if I should push it." Amanda leaned back in her chair. Her hands settled over her stomach. "So far it seems that there is approval of the chicken parmesan."

"No nausea?" Thomas asked.

She shook her head. "That's why I don't want to chance it with dessert." Her nose wrinkled. "Though those cinnamon doughnut holes are calling to me."

"We're getting the chocolate cake for two." Rachel told her husband. "And this time, I will leave you more than two bites."

Thomas waved their waiter over and placed their order. He noticed the curious looks they were getting from various tables. He suspected that he would be in tomorrow's gossip pages.

He had never alerted the press of their break up. He knew Amanda hadn't either. He assumed they thought he was too busy for work to meet up with her these past couple of months.

He didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"I can't believe you didn't order the cake." Rachel said between bites.

"So far, chocolate and I are on the outs." Amanda explained. "Which has nearly killed me."

Thomas pushed the plate of warm doughnuts towards her after making a dramatic show of removing the chocolate dipping sauce.

She laughed and took one.

His eyes riveted upon her when she took a bite. The cinnamon and sugar coated her lips. He knew if they had never ended things that he would have kissed it off.

She licked her lips and stilled when she noticed where his attention was.

Stephen and Rachel pretended not to notice the obivous tension developing and talked amongst themselves while waiting on the couple across from them to make a move.

Thomas raised his hand to Amanda's cheek and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip to remove what her tongue had missed.

He could feel her quick breath over the sensation of his intimate touch. His eyes lifted to hers. He could see the yearning in the hazel depths combined with her uncertainty.

All it would take would be to lean down a mere tweleve inches and kiss her. There wouldn't have to be any words exchanged just yet. No immediate decisions needed to be made. It could be an experiment to see if that spark between them truly existed.

Her eyes closed when he began to inch forward. Her lips parted in readiness for his kiss. She nuzzled into his palm when he cupped her cheek.

Thomas felt his pulse quicken in anticipation.

"Here's the check." Their waiter dropped it down in between the couples. "Let me know when you're ready or if there is anything else I can get you."

Rachel glared at the man who had caused Thomas and Amanda to jerk apart.

Stephen sadly shook his head while reaching for the small folder.

"I'll get that." Amanda and Thomas said at the same time.

"We'll get this one." Rachel said in a no nonsense tone. She forced a smile. "I'll let you get the next one."

"How much of a tip should I leave?" Stephen asked softly for his wife's ear alone.

"None." Rachel hissed. "He lost it when he interupted my niece or nephew having his parents together."

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"Where to now?" Stephen asked once they stepped out of the restaurant.

"It is still early." Rachel added, eyeing her brother. "Plenty of time to do something."

Thomas briefly rolled his eyes.

"I think I'll call a car to take me back to my hotel." Amanda replied.

Her smile was a bit strained as she faced the other three.

"I'm sure you all have some catching up to do." She added. "These last couple of weeks, I've been known to nod off during conversations." She laughed with a shrug. "I won't be adding anything stimulating to any, most likely."

Rachel mentally groaned over not finding them another chance to be tempted to be together.

She glared at her brother, hoping he would take the hint.

"I'll take you to the hotel." Thomas ignored his sister's pointed stare.

He could still be a gentleman without any romantic notions.

"That isn't necessary." Amanda countered. "I'm sure Rachel and Stephen would prefer--"

"Actually," Stephen wrapped his arms around his wife, "I was planning on taking Rach dancing." His grin was unrepentant when he heard his wife's surprised gasp. "It's been a long time since we've been to a decent club."

Thomas merely cocked an eyebrow over that announcement.

He didn't believe it for a moment.

He did believe though that Stephen would do anything to help Rachel's plan.

"Enjoy yourselves." He bid his sister and brother-in-law a good night.

"You should go --" Amanda tried to argue.

"You know my feelings about night clubs." Thomas set his hand at the small of her back, gently urging her on toward the parking lot.

She looked up at him. "There were some evenings you didn't mind going."

Thomas met her eyes. He could remember the few times he'd gone to one with Amanda. It wasn't hard to enjoy himself then. He either was able to hold her against his body while they danced or enjoy watching her on the dance floor.

And without him saying a word or even giving a grimace, she'd always known when they should leave before the crowd and noise got to him.

Taking her arm, he cleared his throat. "Those times were different."

When you are with the right person, you can enjoy anything, he thought.

"I do wish you wouldn't trouble yourself." Amanda argued. "I'll be fine getting back to the hotel."

She knew she needed some space from him. Everything about today and this evening made her want to ignore his wishes and try to get back together. He had always been her temptation. She realized she still couldn't resist him.

He was being too kind. Too thoughtful. It hurt worse than if he was cold and cruel. At least then she wouldn't long for him to kiss her. Take her in his arms once more, speak in that deep voice how she made him feel. Seduce her with merely a look.

She loved him so terribly much. She thought she did before coming to tell him about the pregnancy. Spending this time with him only made it worse than before.

Has to be the hormones, she thought. They exacerbate everything as it is. I wish Thomas would simply tell me there is no hope for us. This waiting around on him to decide whether or not to give us a second chance is worse than--

"Amanda?"

She looked up and realized he held the passenger door open for her.

Cheeks coloring over being so lost in thought, she quickly got in while mumbling her thanks.

"Are you tired?" He asked once he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Hmm? Oh. Not really." She replied. "But it strikes at odd times and I didn't want to intrude any longer on Rachel and Stephen's time with you."

Thomas frowned some over that.

"You're not an intrusion."

"I am." Amanda stated, attempting to keep her voice from wobbling. "We aren't together anymore so," she swallowed, turning to look out her window, "so it doesn't make sense for me to be with you so much."

His frown only deepened. He knew they weren't officially back together. Yet, he felt like they were teetering upon the very brink of that decision. They were in some mystical gray area where they were a couple in a way and yet not at the same time.

It's purgatory, he thought with a grimace.

"We're having a baby." He grumbled. "You are an important part of my life so therefore you are not an intrusion."

Amanda's gaze dropped to her stomach.

That's all I am, the mother of his child. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The two fell into an uncomfortable silence.

It wasn't long before Thomas was handing his keys to a valet and following Amanda up to her room.

"Since you aren't tired," he began when they were alone in the elevator, "why don't we watch a movie?" His lips curved somewhat when she finally looked up at him. "I had initially planned on taking you to one after dinner, but Rachel and Stephen's arrival ruined that."

"You did?" Amanda could hardly believed it.

He nodded.

It almost sounded like a date. It would have been a date if they were a couple.

"Since you're worried about falling asleep, at least if you do so now, you'll already be in your suite." He added.

"I'd like that." Amanda replied with a smile.

Thomas felt those unusual flutters her smile still caused. He followed her out of the elevator, his eyes drifting along her figure.

She pulled out her key card, noticed where his attention seemed to linger, and fumbled her key.

The two bent down to retrieve it, bumping heads.

"I forgot how hard headed you are." Amanda teased, rubbing her forehead.

He chuckled. "You don't have the softest one either."

He tilted her chin up to see if she was bruised.

He felt her slight intake of breath at his touch and being so close to her. When he looked at her face he noticed that her attention was upon his lips.

He didn't fight it this time. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her muffled gasp turned into a soft moan as she sank into his embrace. One arm slid around his waist to urge him closer while the other tangled in his hair.

He felt his skin practically sing under her touch. His entire body responded to each brush of her tongue against his. Thomas groaned when she abruptly broke away.

He then heard people getting off the nearby elevator.

With a quick swipe, they hurried into her suite. The moment the door shut, they were back within the other's arms, lips eagerly meeting while hands began to drift over their bodies.

Thomas guided her back to the sofa, gently pulling her down into his lap. He gloried in her smile he could feel against his lips as he refused to pause their kiss to sit down.

He kissed down her neck when she broke away to catch her breath. His name spoken in her breathless, excited voice made him unable to think of anything, save for being with her.

Picking her up, his lips crashed down upon hers again as he carried her into her room.

The lights were off. The only slight illumination came from the city lights driting in through the sheer curtains. They eagerly began to remove the other's clothes. Lips and tongues tasted the other's newly revealed skin as if doing so for the very first time.

They each were refusing to think about what this meant and whether or not they should have sex. As if by mutual accord, they both seemed almost frenzied to be with one another without demanding a declaration or even a discussion of whether or not this was wise.

All the almost kisses, the touches, seeing the one they had loved again made the need so much stronger than ever before. Neither wanted to fight it any longer. Neither really had the strength or desire to ignore what was between them.

What had always been between them.

Thomas carefully covered her body with his. He worried for a moment if this perhaps would hurt her or possibly the baby. Then he felt Amanda's legs wrap around his waist and he couldn't think at all.

Amanda could feel the gentleness and care he was taking with her. It brought tears to her eyes as she encouraged him on and on and on. Her lips met his again in an attempt to convey just how much she loved him. Each kiss made her heart sing anew in being this intimate with him again.

She'd never held anything back from him. She remembered when Thomas told her that being with her was a whole new experience for him. He himself had admitted to being unable to control his responses to her.

It was never sex between them. It never had been.

They had only been able to make love.

"Thomas!" Her breath caught as the sensations flooded through her.

He held her close as he was knocked speechless from the intense emotions combined with the waves of pleasure he felt.

They held onto the other in the aftermath. Both were afraid of saying something that might ruin the moment. So many words and questions revolved around their minds.

When Amanda yawned, Thomas jumped upon that as a reprieve.

He reached down to cover the two of them up, then gently pulled her back within his arms. His lips brushed over hers when she asked if he wanted to stay.

He knew he could use the excuse of having family in town to go ahead and leave. Yet, there was nothing he wanted more than to stay here with her, holding her close as she slept. A part of him argued he should stay to make certain she and the baby wasn't physically hurt from his rash actions.

Another part prodded that since he was so ready to fall into staying with her that he should go ahead and realize that his love for her was undeniable. They should be together.

But could he go through the possibility of losing her again?

"I want to stay." He said softly. "If you want me to."

"I do." She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

"Good." He gently caressed her cheek.

Unable to keep her hope from bubbling up, Amanda asked him what this meant.

Thomas didn't pause in his caress. He too wondered the same.

"I think it means we do want to be together." He replied. "But--"

Amanda felt her heart sink. She began to pull away, only to have him draw her back even closer than before.

"But," he repeated, "I think we should start out dating again before we decide on something more permanent."

"You want to date?" Amanda's brow furrowed. "But not be in a serious relationship?"

"I want us to start again as if it was the beginning of a new relationship." He replied.

"Not to be blunt, but not only am I pregnant by you, I'm literally naked in your arms having thoroughly been seduced by you." Amanda told him. "It's a little late for first date etiquette to apply here."

Thomas knew she was right.

"Perhaps then, not at the very beginning." His forehead dropped to rest against hers. "Amanda, I don't think I can go through another breakup with you."

"I don't think I could either." She closed her eyes right when their lips met. "What are we going to do?"

"Would you be willing to try and see how we feel these next few months?"

Amanda opened her eyes to meet his vulnerable gaze. "And what happens then? Other than our child being born?"

"Then we decide if we want to move on to that next step in our relationship."

"What is that next step in your opinion?" She asked, determined to understand just what he wanted from her.

Thomas brushed her hair out of her eyes, his own tracing her profile lit in the soft light.

"That next step is the last one." He kissed her, unable to resist the need to feel her body once again. "We will decide whether or not we should get married."

#choices red carpet diaries #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x amanda #thomas hunt x oc #choices rcd #worth the wait #a second chance #choices fic writers creations #choices the stories you play #what if au

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winters-mistress · 3 months

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to the girl with the broken heart

"Right, so we all know why we're here. What I want to know, Cirilla, is what do you want out of this conversation?"

Ciri rolls her eyes. "First of all, I want to know why she's here. She's got nothing to do with any of us." she glares over at the dark haired woman sitting across and away from her. "Why would I talk about anything that's happened between us all when there's a stranger amidst? What happened to the order of protection?'

"Cirilla, Yennefer is having Geralt's baby. She lives with you two, and they've been together for months. The order of protection cannot stand against her when she permanently lives with you."

She rolls her eyes again. "I know why we're here, but I question the point of it all. He's made his choices, and we have to live with the reprocussions. Talking won't solve anything, it won't bring back anyone, it won't get rid of anyone. So what's the point?'

"Ciri-" Geralt leans forward on the couch directly ahead of her, as if to take her hands in his.

"Don't touch me." she recoils, fixing her glare onto him. "You're the last person that should be trying that."

He winces as if her icy words had slapped him across the face. "Princess, we're here to try and figure this whole situation out between you, me, Yen and your caretakers-" he makes eye contact with the man who's sitting at Cirilla's side. "to see if we can find a way where everybody's happy."

"Well, you can't." She snaps. "You know what happened to me twice, you know what happens to kids like me when things like this happen. So I'd like you to explain to me why I should be happy about it." she fixes her glare on him. God, Geralt had never seen Ciri's grandmother, but he had seen pictures of how harsh the woman's glare was, and right now Cirilla is all Calanthe.

"Because we aren't like them. Ciri, we both love you. We both want to take care of you, we would never dream of hurting you."

"And look where we are now." She silences him with just one sentence. The girl looks up at her new (old?) caretaker, fixing her big green eyes upon the man. "Can this be done now? Can I go?"

"Ciri, no." his Irish accent is prominent as he reaches over to put a hand on her shoulder. To keep her where she sits and keep her grounded. "We all think it's in your best interest to work this out."

"Mike, what is there to work out?!" she snaps once again. "We were fine, we were happy. And now we're not, she's here and she's having his baby. I can't live with them because of it. And may I remind you that this was a condition we all talked about before he even fostered me. Done. Fine. What is there left to say?"

"Would it hurt to explain why you don't want to live with a baby? Why does it make you so upset?" Mike asks, adjusting the pink and white checkered shirt he wears as he sits back down next to Ciri.

She stays silent.

"Honey, I promise you we're willing to do anything to make you comfortable with this." Yennefer says, and Ciri's eyes shoot towards her. The fire returns.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then move out." she snaps. Yennefer opens her mouth. "Leave him and I alone. He told me that he fostered an older kid because he couldn't handle a baby. That's why we were matched, I can't live with a baby, and he promised that he couldn't either. It was a big condition in my file, and you two thought it was a good idea to-" she points at Yennefer's swollen stomach. "-so explain to me why fucking up my head again is a good thing."

"Language, Ciri." Mike puts a hand on her leg. "I know your angry, but that language is unacceptable."

She rolls her eyes.

"I don't want to make you upset, but you don't get to tell us if we can or can't get pregnant." Geralt says, straightens his back. "And I know what I said a few years ago, but Cirilla, things have changed. I was on my own when I took you in, but now I have Yen." He pauses, taking his girlfriend's hand. Ciri's eyes darken, with hurt and fury. "And you do too. I know what you went through, why you don't want a baby around. But you're ours just as much as he is. We both love you and want to help you through this."

She exhales, her chest aching suddenly. Her stomach churns with betrayal and anxiety.

Geralt swallows as she stays silent, not sure if he's said the right thing or not. Ciri quiet was Ciri unhappy.

"Would it help to say why you don't want the baby around?" Yennefer is quiet.

She rubs her eyes. "Don't tell me you don't know. He's obviously told you."

"No, all I know is that you would have a hard time with a baby around."

"And that wasn't enough to think twice before getting pregnant." she laughed angrily, rubbing her eyes. She swallows thickly, but tears burn nonetheless.

"We talked about it a lot, Cirilla. I promise. But like I said, it's only our choice if we wanted to try for a baby, nobody else gets a say. We want to help you through it, we didn't want it to come to this." Geralt leans forward again.

Ciri remains silent.

"Would you feel comfortable telling Yennefer why you're having a hard time with the baby?" Mike asks the girl, once she doesn't say anything again. "It might give her a deeper insight on how to help you through this."

"And who says I want to be 'helped through this'?! All I want is to have a foster parent who doesn't have a baby, and if that doesn't work, to age out and figure everything out after that. That's what I want, I'm sick of you all thinking you know better about what I want than I do!" she snaps, standing up. "This is pointless, we had terms, and those have been broken, so all I want is to get the rest of my stuff and get my room back and wait for somebody who will actually put me first! Look at you, a perfect family of three, mother, father, son. A perfect trinity, you don't need me anymore, so let's just save us all this trouble and get it over with."

"And that would make you happy, would it? Never seeing me again, Vesemir, Eskel, Lambert, Coën, Jaskier?" His voice rises as he does.

"Geralt!" Yennefer hisses. "Yelling isn't going to help."

He exhales, trying to calm himself, quiet his voice. "Ciri, I love you to death. You make me so happy, and it kills me to see how upset you are. All Yennefer wants to do is love you, she's not one of those online forum stepmothers who wish the kid would disappear or blames the kid for everything. I wouldn't bring a negative person around you. You know that, and I understood why the baby is hard for you. If you truly want to leave, then I won't stop you. But wouldn't it be better for you to spend however long with a family instead of being by yourself in foster care? I love you to death, Princess, and it would kill me to have you not in my life anymore."

Ciri sniffles, following as Mike takes her by the hand and pulls her to sit down. Geralt follows. He looks at her imploringly, eyes big.

"Do you want to have a minute?" He asks.

"No." she whispers.

"Honey, this is us putting you first. If we didn't love you, why would we go through all this to keep you with us? The three of us, we're a family. You, Geralt and I. You don't have to call me mother, you don't have to call this baby sibling. All I want is to have the opportunity to love you, because you made me a mother. Not this baby, you. Do you remember when we met? When you were so scared I'd take Geralt away from you, but you were still brave enough to try to be nice to me?"

She says nothing, just looks at her.

"I know this is different, all you've known for thr last couple years is him. You've been through tragedy twice over, and although I don't know why you're so upset about the baby, we want you to feel secure at home. About your place in this family, because you're always going to have a place with us."

She sniffles. "What do you think happens to kids like me? Orphans with nobody left to turn to? We get fostered so broody couples get their fill, but what do you think happens when they get a baby of their own? We get dumped back where they found us! What do you think happened to me when I was with Lija, and what happened with Zola and Yrga? They got pregnant, and I got dumped back into foster care. People like me get used and left behind, and it happens to all the kids who get a lucky break to get away from places like this. So forgive me if I'm not thrilled for it to happen again."

"I think it goes without saying that Ciri's got a few abandonment issues, because of previous foster placements. It's common in our children. Ciri was placed on medication after her previous placement fell through, we were all under the impression it would be a foster to adopt situation, as Mrs. Sodden desperately wanted a daughter. She got what she wanted, but Cirilla was the sacrifice."

She sniffles, looking down onto her lap, twisting the silver and emerald ring that belonged to her mother.

"Is that what you thought we'd do to you?" Geralt asks. "Have we not built up trust over the last couple years? I mean, we've been through your previous fosters, but I thought you trusted me more than that."

"Geralt, don't guilt trip her. This isn't about you, this is about Ciri's insecurities." Mike scolds him.

"Sweetheart, we'd never do that to you. We love you, you're ours just as much as this baby is. Moreso, because you made us parents long before this baby came along. We love you, girl. You're stuck with us, we promise we'd never cast you aside. Those people who did that didn't deserve you, you mean everything to us. You can't get rid of us that easily, Ciri."

#geralt and ciri #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #fanfiction #ciri is his baby #dadralt #geralt is the best dad #witcherfanfiction #i love him #modern witcher #modern fanfiction #modern au #geralt x ciri #geralt x yennefer #yennefer x ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #princess cirilla

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goldentarlos · 1 year

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read on ao3

chapter one chapter two: share your food with them

trigger warning: mentions of dieting. it doesn’t go too into detail but i don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable 💓

“Can you please tell your fiancé his body is perfect and that he can eat a carb?” Nancy groans as she hands Carlos his and TK’s takeout boxes. Carlos says a quiet “thank you” as he sets the boxes down onto the island of the 126 kitchen.

“I tell him all of the time.” He settles down on the stool, folding his arms as he waits for TK. “What did he order?”

“Chicken Fajitas.” They both look up when TK enters the kitchen, Nancy giving him an unamused look. “Without the tortillas. With very special instructions of no oil or grease and for the vegetables to be steamed, not fried. They probably spat in there, too.”

TK crinkles his nose in disgust. “Ew. Why would they do that?”

“Because you’re a brat.”

TK sticks his tongue out at her, walking over to Carlos and placing a hand on his back. “Hi, baby.” He sits down next to him, smiling when Carlos places a hand on his leg and squeezes. He takes note of his slightly red eyes and how tense his body is, brown eyes looking at him worriedly.

Judd and Mateo enter the kitchen next, and Carlos waits until they’re conversing amongst themselves before asking quietly, “You okay?”

TK blows out a shaky breath, shoulders deflating slightly. “Yeah.” He reaches for his box and opens it, the strong smell of the fajitas hitting their noses. Carlos leans closer so that TK meets his eyes, causing him to roll his own and laugh. “Not the cow eyes.”

“C’mon. Talk to me.”

“Just my dad.” He smiles reassuringly at Carlos. “I’m okay. Promise. Just a little stressed.”

Carlos hums sympathetically at that. He knows TK is downplaying it. He knows it’s been a lot of stress lately. His fiancé, who has been shouldering so much lately, has been so wonderful dealing with it all. Carlos is always in awe of his strength and resilience; but he knows adding whatever his dad is hiding from him into the mix has started to take a toll on him. Judd says Owen does it to protect TK and prevent him from “worrying about his old man”, but Carlos knows it hurts him more in the end.

Judd stands across from them with his plate of food and Carlos chooses not to push any further. He shoots TK a look — we’ll talk later — and opens his takeout box.

The strong aroma of his Carne Asada tacos fills the air. From the corner of his eye he can see TK pause mid-bite to sniff noisily. “What is that smell?” He groans and closes his eyes.

Carlos stifles a laugh. “I think it’s mine.”

TK looks over at his plate of food longingly. “Tacos?” He pouts when Carlos nods. His favorite.

“Carne Asada.” He confirms. He hesitates before asking, “You want?”

He loves TK and wants to be there to support him through everything, even through this (unnecessary) diet; and he doesn’t want to be the one to set him back. When TK had first brought up the idea to him a few weeks ago he was confused, not able to understand why his fiancé would need to be on a diet eighteen months before their wedding, but he was supportive and understanding, even if it was difficult for him at first.

Carlos has always loved to feed people, something that he knows he gets from his abuela, so that same night he searched and saved paleo recipes he found online that they could try out together.

TK always says he’s a few pounds heavier than he’s ever been in his life ever since they moved in together. Carlos has seen old pictures of TK when he was in New York, and he remembers when he first met him. He compares them to the beautiful man that stands before him now and his heart swells with pride. He likes that his cheeks are rounder. He loves that he’s softer, loves to kiss the soft pouch of skin under his belly button that TK tries so hard to get rid of.

He’s happy. He’s healthy, both physically and mentally, and it’s been the most beautiful thing Carlos has ever witnessed.

“I shouldn’t.”

“TK, a few tacos won’t hurt you.” Judd pipes up, looking at TK in amusement.

Carlos smiles gently at TK, careful not to pressure him. He sees the moment he gives in to the temptations, his shoulders sagging in defeat. He grabs the takeout box Carlos slides towards him, completely pushing away his own plate of chicken fajitas to the side, forgotten.

He moans in delight at the taste of the tacos, causing Mateo to laugh, Judd to watch in amusement and Carlos to smile at him fondly. “I needed this.”

After he eats one he pushes the box back towards Carlos, who shakes his head. “You can have them, babe.” Carlos combs his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Are you sure?” He asks but is already taking a bite out of the second taco.

Carlos laughs and nods his head, sliding TK’s box towards himself so he can finish his tortilla-less, very bland fajitas.

#tarlos #tarlos fic

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nought-shall-go-ill · 2 years

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(For @jilytoberfest’s Prompt 16: “I can never hate you.)

“You must hate me,” she said, throwing his mother’s beloved jewellery box into the fire. The material of it frothed and swirled in the heat, melting in almost no time at all.

From the pain Lily felt, she might as well have thrown herself in with it.

“It’s for the best, Lily. We have to get going.”

After her, James threw in his childhood brooms, a few old school books, badly drawn pictures from his infant years. It was as if they were erasing the James Potter of the past 20 years out of existence also, incinerating the remnants of the memories he had made — many they had made together.

“Should we take the sheets at least?” she asked. In her hands was a faded duvet of William Morris print. She held it like one would a newborn baby, cradling it to her chest.

“I— I guess we can if you want, Lily. But there will be sheets there, I think.”

“This was probably where they were conceived,” she mumbled into the fabric, hiding her tears.

Was it so ridiculous to be so attached to an item that only might have significance? Was she really all that sensitive wanting to hold onto something tangible when everything else felt so up in the air?

“Maybe, yeah,” he whispered back softly, embracing her in a tight hug.

He would let her keep it, even though he shouldn’t.

“I’ll burn it,” she decided, tossing it in with the rest of the items.

Magical fire was so much stronger than Muggle fire, and it was gone in an instant.

“We’ll get another. Make new memories. Better memories!” James said into her ear, kissing her gently between each sentence.

Would they? They were being sent away to live in a safe house, their unborn child not even in this world yet and already a destined prisoner. New memories felt inevitable, but could they truly beat the past ones?

“Yeah, that would be nice,” she finally relented, unsure entirely what was hormones and what was reality at this point. “Still most of this is yours, James. The Potters… You’ve had this stuff for centuries?”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Lily wondered if Petunia truly did sell all her items — “all that nonsense that gets in the way!” — as she had always threatened.

“About time we got some new stuff then, don’t you think?”

Sometimes James Potter was the only thing that kept her from crying every hour of the day.

“Still, you must hate me, James. This is my fault.”

She was the one who had forgotten to take the correct procedures. She was the one who had blabbed about the baby’s due date. She was the one who was stupid enough to think this was a good thing in the middle of a war.

“Don’t you dare! I can never hate you, Lily. Never.”

James tossed in the rest of the items, the place they once called home now well and truly bare.

It was safer this way. The Death Eaters would realise soon, stampede the house soon. It was better the pair got rid of the items than any of them get their hands on them.

Or worse.

“Quite the opposite,” James crooned into the crook of her neck. “I love you, and I love the baby. And this awful, but it is temporary. And… well, let’s treat it like a renewal, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s do that,” she just barely smiled, twisting around and offering him her hand.

He took it.

The clothes on their backs, the bags on their shoulders, the baby and each other were now all they had.

And Lily would cry from time to time, remembering those old items, remembering the significance they represented and how easily they were cut from existence. But the next eighteen months also taught her how little they mattered — how little they, she and James, even mattered — and what mattered instead was the fleeting moments they accumulated around the items, loving and fighting and accepting and just being.

Lily and James’ lives were also fleeting, their time together as a family even more so. Like brittle blossoms in a vast-acred forest, to some it was as if they were barely there at all, barely mattering to the significance of history. But among those who had seen them in their full bloom — in those moments of happiness they spent with their son, through the hope they never relented through it all — it was etched into their very world just how much they mattered, those brave fleeting soldiers of war.

And though the boy could not remember it, it was those brave fleeting soldiers that brought him to the forest again 17 years later, the love — and not the hate — they had given him blazing through his veins.

#jilytober 2022 #jily #jily fic #the fleeting #does that sound a little bit like a horror movie name?#perhaps #but I became inspired and wrote this in rapid speed on the train #apologies and also enjoy!#(sorry for the angsty angsty pain)

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therewasatale · 1 year

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Absolute Justice.

On Ao3.

The massive destruction will take weeks or months to repair. But of course, for the World Government the cost has never mattered. They will make Marineford even bigger; recruit new soldiers for their war, make the walls stronger and higher than ever. To show to the world that the navy had everything under control and the pirates will never be able to have a triumph over them.

Absolute Justice.

Those words made him wanted to vomit.

Every criminal will be punished for its guilt. Rightfully punished.

What an easy, and childish thought.

Absolute Justice.

'I'm gonna be a father!'

As he turned down on a corner his fist thudded into the wall, the impact made a new hole, and the falling rocks echoed on the corridor. He failed to get a hold of his anger.

Even up here, at the offices level, there were a few cracks and broken windows. Whitebeard didn't hold back, and neither of the marines.

'Take care of my child!'

That word, he could still hear that damned pirate's voice in his head ever since. He couldn't get rid of it for months, or years. It stayed with him, mocked him for every mistake, but sometimes… On rare occasions it made him to look back at the old times, when everything was familiar and easier.

But now, everything has changed; mostly for the worse.

'...but our unborn child is innocent.'

He hated Roger, hated how well that man knew him.

Those words, they were enough. They got under his skin, crawled inside his brain, made him see and think all kind of cold thoughts. They didn't let him rest, not until he finally made his way to that island. Met that woman. For a first glance she seemed almost fragile, like the first stronger wind could knock her to the ground. But as his eyes met hers, he knew, and even understood the Pirate King.

And then, the reality was uglier than anything he could imagine. Children died, by the hundreds. They had to be killed because of an order. Because of one man.

Absolute justice.

Justice.

The wall cracked and crumbled under his fist. He didn't even look at where his punch landed. It wasn't important.

He just wanted to forget, and stop his racing mind. But of course, he couldn't. He couldn't get rid of the picture of Ace's body falling to the ground. He couldn't numb Luffy's desperate scream. He couldn't even kill Sakazuki.

And at the same time, he felt the tiny baby in his arms, the new born that made the World Government panic so much. The demon-child cooed and looked around with his big eyes, and smiled, not at him, but for a second, he liked to think that kid somehow knew he was safe.

'Save my child!'

No, he didn't promise anything to that man. He couldn't have, even if he wanted to. He saved the kid, because a child was innocent. He went to that island to make sure that child and his mother can have a life. But he was only able to leave with the tiny life. Already cursed, already hunted.

'Save my child!'

Roger should have dealt with his own family.

Whitebeard should have saved him.

Luffy should have helped him.

As a marine he had nothing to do with pirates. His duty was to capture them. He was a Vice-Admiral, a Hero of the marines. He wanted to make a marine out of them, but they chose a different road to walk on.

'Save my child!'

And yet, he couldn't. There was that silent that voice in his head. He failed as a marine.

"Garp?"

And failed as a man, a friend, and a grandfather.

"Oi, Garp!"

'Save my child!'

His arm swung, but the blow didn't reach the wall.

"Stop this!"

"Leave me alone, Sengoku!" His voice was harsh and choked.

"So, you could destroy those few walls that left standing?"

"I don't give a damn about this place!" He freed his arm from Sengoku’s grip.

They stood there. Staring at each other. Neither of them knew what to say or do. However, both of them was aware what the other one thought, but they couldn't act on it. Not yet, it was too early. The weight of their actions and mistakes were already heavy, but it didn't settle truly on them yet.

"Garp, you need to stop this. You're a vice-admiral."

"Not for long." His words came out without any thinking.

"You want to retire?" Sengoku didn't sound as surprised as he wanted to.

"Right now, I want you and all the gods damn World Government to leave me alone. Right now, I couldn't care less about the fucking Absolute Justice, or the nobles!" He turned around to leave. Maybe he acted like a coward, but right now he couldn't handle anyone around him.

A hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

He started to walk again without looking back. His hands sunk in his pockets. His fingernails dug deep into his palm. He tried to do everything to get rid of the tears in his eyes.

But he failed again.

#one piece #One Piece Fanfiction #Monkey D. Garp #gol d roger one piece #sengoku the buddha #sengoku #roger one piece #gol d roger #garp fanfiction #garp one piece #copper

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smokeybrandreviews · 1 year

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Bayou Bugaboo

A few months back, I heard that Disney was planning to re-brand the Splash Mountain ride from Song of the South to The Princess and the Frog. At the time, I thought it made perfect sense. Disney will NEVER release Song from the Vault. It's racist as f*ck and is definitely a film of It's time. You can search that thing up if your curious but the bulk of the narrative is about a salve names Uncle Remus, singing N*gga Spirituals about his joyous life of bandage. Sh*t is catchy as f*ck but absolutely f*cked up in terms of societal consciousness. Sash Mountain has been a Song of the South ride since it's inception but the film it's based on hasn't been re-releases in f*cking decades. Disney doesn't merchandise this thing. They don't advertise it. They rarely speak on it. Like, I had A Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby picture book when I was a kid, Brer Rabbit was the animated component to The Song of the South, and I'm damn near forty years old. And the book was pushed before I was born! The one I had was a reprinting. That was the first and last piece of official Song merchandise with the Disney stamp, I have ever seen. Four decades. Outside of people my age, who the f*ck even knows Song? You know who they do recognize? Princess Tiana.

You're telling me that Tiana, the first black Disney Princess, whose film is set in a very much geographical similar area as Splash Mountain, has no recognizable ride or visibility as the Disney Parks? You have this ridiculously popular ride that carries incredibly problematic to straight out racist branding, that needs to be updated to modern sensibilities? Just from a visibility standpoint point, the swap from Song to Frog is a no-brainer. I don't know if Tiana is popular overall, I've never see Frog, but I know she's popular among the girls who look like her and that's the point. Tiana is a solid representation of US on screen. A Black princess, devoted and digest, working toward her own goals in an era where being both colored and female literally set you back to third class in society. I mean, the true love stuff is a thing and all the Hoodoo magic was dope but, at it's core Frog is about Tiana achieving her dreams in a world that was diametrically opposed to her very existence. Why wouldn't you want to put that narrative front and center, tack it onto one of the most popular rides in your park? A ride that has spent it's entire existence, giving relevance to a movie that espouses literally the opposite everything Frog stands for?

From Disney's standpoint, this makes sense. You get rid of a problem and add diversity to your Parks in the most organic way available. So why the f*ck is there so much vocal opposition to this change? Seriously, who are the people out here screaming at the top of their lungs about how messed up it is to change Splash Mountain? I'm not a Disney Person. The MCU is not my personality. I, personally, don't care very strongly either way about that change. I would imagine that's the majority of people in this discourse. That Silent Majority, of you will. As long as the ride mechanics, themselves, aren't changed, the branding doesn't really matter. Apparently, it does. To a very large portion of this park going audience, or so you'd think with how many articles and YouTube videos that can be searched up on the subject. Who the f*ck are these people and why are they fighting so hard to keep something so violently offensive? I've heard that the connections is tenuous at best, that Brer Rabbit is harmless but, like, nah? The motherf*cker's entire existence is a caricature of theory n*gga stereotype which permeated the South at the time. He literally fashioned a baby made out of tar, to dupe a coyote or some sh*t, and this was considered "okay" media for children to consume! Back then, fine, but now? Who the f*ck are these people comfortable with examining who and what Brer Rabbit is all about, in this the year of our lord 2023?

#Splash Mountain #Brer Rabbit #Uncle Remus #Song of the South #Some ol' bullsh*t

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Bayou Bugaboo

A few months back, I heard the Disney was planning to re-brand the Splash Mountain ride from Song of the South to The Princess and the Frog. At the time, I thought it made perfect sense. Disney will NEVER release Song from the Vault. It's racist as f*ck and is definitely a film of It's time. You can search that thing up if your curious but the bulk of the narrative is about a salve names Uncle Remus, singing N*gga Spirituals about his joyous life of bandage. Sh*t is catchy as f*ck but absolutely f*cked up in terms of societal consciousness. Sash Mountain has been a Song of the South ride since it's inception but the film it's based on hasn't been re-releases in f*cking decades. Disney doesn't merchandise this thing. They don't advertise it. They rarely speak on it. Like, I had A Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby picture book when I was a kid, Brer Rabbit was the animated component to The Song of the South, and I'm damn near forty years old. And the book was pushed before I was born! The one I had was a reprinting. That was the first and last piece of official Song merchandise with the Disney stamp, I have ever seen. Four decades. Outside of people my age, who the f*ck even knows Song? You know who they do recognize? Princess Tiana.

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fnaf-hereafter · 2 years

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Part 9, Chapter 1

{For anyone who prefers the AO3 experience, go here!}

Now, now... this story's been told to you before, hasn't it? Quite a few times, as a matter of fact..! Oh, but I suppose it can't hurt to tell it to you again. But let's start at a beginning you saw, hm? Well, close to it. Every other story started at the beginning, so let's start a little closer to the middle...

Henry slumped further into his desk chair. What was it- 11:30? He glanced at the little cabinet that hid under a decorative plant near his desk. No... No, it was too early for that. And it would make everyone question if he was alright for work again. Henry didn't want to leave yet... He'd promised himself he would work on fixing that old music box where the puppet used to be. Or Anno- Leyla. He cursed at himself. She'd specifically asked for the name change when they'd updated her frame. And... as odd as it was for an animatronic to ask for such a thing... He felt compelled to listen.

His niece had been the one to program her, after all.

No. He had to get Annora out of his mind. There was too much paperwork that needed to be done. There was already a second missing child... Henry glanced down at the flyer the boy's parents had given him. Tobias Mitchell, 9 years old, and missing from his friend's birthday party. He'd want to up security again... Maybe he could convince his old friends to swap to a night shift or two while he worked on hiring more guards.

A knock at the door made him look up. One of said friends, Chester, was peeking in, "Hey, Hen. Wanted to check in on you."

Henry planted his face into his desk in answer, "Chess... What are we supposed to do..?" he looked back up and grabbed at the missing persons flyer, "It's the second one in 5 months! I thought we got rid of this... this psycho! When we moved locations?!"

Chester walked in and sat down, "I thought so too, Hen. We all did. But it's hard to say he's gone for good when they never caught him…"

"And why us?? Don't answer that," anything he was about to say was silenced by Henry's finger pointing at him, "I just... This… This wasn't my plan. My idea. This isn't what I dreamed for this place, Chess…" He leaned into his elbows and buried his face in his hands. One eye peeked out at two pictures he still had on his desk. Annora on the opening day of Fredbear's. She'd been so excited for the job… And Charlie on the last birthday before… before…

"Yeah…I don't think this is what any of us pictured… And unfortunately I don't know what to tell you in this case," Chester shook his head, "But… all we can do right now..? At least in my opinion. Spite him."

Henry's head came up, "Wha..?"

"Spite him! Make this place known for happy birthdays and parties and kids winning prizes at the arcade as they watch their favorite animatronic characters dance on stage! The stories An- Leyla tells the kids, and-" He looked half crazed, but enthused. Chester was never one to do things half way.

And maybe, Henry thought, That's what this place needs…

"You're right," he stood and walked around to the other side, motioning his friend to stand too, "This place, this whole business… was meant to make people happy," Chester nodded, "And… I am not… fit to bring that anymore."

"... Hen?"

"I'm asking you, my friend, and I know this is sudden. To take over for me. Be the owner in my stead."

"Hen… I-I'm not… I mean-?"

"You've been here since the beginning. You helped me power on when Annora was… And after Charlie's… death. You brought in Tessa after Circus Baby's shut down after the fire, you suggested we bring on Viktor, Scott, Dave…. I know it's a lot, I don't expect an immediate answer," Henry took a deep breath and let his shoulders sag, "But let's face things. I haven't been properly running this since my little accident in that newer suit. I barely upkeep any of the animatronics anymore, you, Tessa, and Viktor took over training new employees. At best I'm a face everyone forgot because I just… can't hang around here anymore."

"... It's a lot that you're asking, Hen. Even after signing on with corporate types to franchise the place."

"I know. Believe me, I know. Think on it, though. I'm very certain you could get this place to go back to our vision. Our dream. Does 4 days sound fair? Enough to weigh it all in your mind?"

"... Yeah. Yeah, that… sounds fair. But are you just…?"

"Up and leaving?" Another heaved sigh, "Yes. Between… my head and what happened to my body those few years ago… Maybe I should retire early. I'd be on my own at this point, anyways."

"... And you're just. Going to leave? What about everyone who came back?"

Henry glanced at his office's window. Outside he could see Leyla leading a group of kids in a dance routine, Viktor and Candice working on one of the arcade cabinets, Toby and Seline going over new recipes for the kitchen while they had a break, "If you all really want. But I'd rather leave without the pomp and circumstance. It just… doesn't feel like I deserve it. …. I'd rather not."

"... I'll tell em you want to quit without the fancy stuff. But if I say no..?"

"I've got a brother who's been wanting to join up with everything. Says he thinks it'd be lucrative. If you say yes? I'm sure he's got something lined up with the corporate people." A shrug was given as Henry moved back to his desk. He really should try and finish some of this paperwork before he turned in an ownership transfer. Matthew shouldn't have to worry about that if he took over, Chester either.

"..." The other man watched him for a moment. Then turned and left, "I'll get back to you in a day or two. I'll think on it, promise. I don't want more corporate busy bodies in here to ruin what fun is here. Even if he's your brother." Henry have a snort as Chester closed the door. He sighed heavily, then looked out across the restaurant. He caught the attention of Viktor and Leyla, then signaled to them to meet him once they could in the back. He didn't have to glance behind him to know they'd looked at each other with curiosity in their eyes. They'd show up when they had the time.

He kept walking back into the office behind Parts & Service. Tessa was there, as she tended to be, elbows deep in one of the extra animatronics' casing.

"You look enthused," she quipped.

"Yeah… Hey, when Viktor and Annora show up, I need you to join us in the office. There's uh… There's some shit about to happen. Major."

"Bullshit shit, or beaurocratic shit?"

"... Hard shit to deal with shit."

"Shit… Yeah, as soon as I see em both in there, I'll drop this and head in."

He only nodded in response as he went in and sat down at the desk. He slumped into the chair and let the air rush out of him, already tired and dreading the next few days. Henry wouldn't announce anything until it was official. Until he'd agreed he was simply… Mr Hughes; manager, senior technician, founding staff member. Simple but admirable. And now…? Well, nothing against Matthew, but he knew Henry's brother wasn't cut out to run this place, even with their help.

He'd have to take the new position. He'd have to. If he didn't, Freddy Fazbear's would be run into the ground and eventually closed forever with nothing but a bad reputation from what had started so happily. And after everything Henry had been through. Everything Annora, Tessa, Viktor had been through… After everything Chester himself and his family had been through… He wasn't letting that happen.

It was about 5 minutes before Viktor sauntered in, "Everything good..? Story time is finishing up, she'll be here soon."

Chester nodded, "Good. Tess is joining us too. And no. But I'm waiting until everyone is here to discuss it in full."

"Jeez… Why us…?"

"You'll know when they get here."

"That hush-hush with it?"

"No, it's that important."

Viktor put up his hands, "Alright. I'll sit in silent anticipation."

"You don't know how."

"... Touche. Hey, in better news, I think Annora's wanting to be booted up to a serving or host position. We could always convince corporate it's just a really advanced AI, and I bet customers would love her helping them. Might… even be a way to ease their concerns about the animatronics…?"

"We'll… see. This meeting needs to happen first, and I think-"

A lynx robot poked her head into the office room, "Sorry..! The kids made "Miss Leyla" promise to finish the story after they had pizza and cake."

"You're fine, Annora. Is Tessa -?"

"Right behind her. Annora, please move in?"

"Right, right- sorry!" First the animatronic then Tessa moved in and found seats.

"Now. You called a meeting with us, so this has to be important. What's going on, Chester?"

He let his head rest in his hands, his mouth covered until he spoke. And when he did, he kept his eyes closed, ".... Henry wants to retire as owner. And he's asked me if I'll take over."

#FNAF Hereafter AU #FNAF Hereafter #FNAF AU #FNAF 1 #fnaf fanfic #I promise it says Act 9 for a reason #I'm releasing these out of order on purpose and you'll all see why

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120.

How old were you when you learned how to drive? I started learning when I was like 22, but I still don’t know how lmao. Have you ever been to a baby shower? What was the baby’s name? Yeah, just for my sister’s daughter. Her name is Harper and she just turned 7! Time sure did fly. What mode of transport did you take to high school? Car or bus. Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I’m friendly. Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. Everything. I hate how I look. Every little thing. I hate it all.

What’s in your purse right now? Nothing.

Do you vote in your country’s elections? Yes. What was your first kiss like? Fine. Shuffle your music and skip twice. What song is playing? No. Have you ever been a freelancer? Kinda. What mood were you in when you woke up today? I haven’t been to sleep yet lmao. What storey is your bedroom on? I live on the 5th floor. What gifts do you usually receive at Easter? I usually got candy and maybe stuffed animals or toys, sometimes clothes. Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? I did when I had a need to. Who was the last person you sent an email to? Hiring manager at a job that I’m interviewing for today. Are there any posters in your bedroom? Nope. What was your favourite fairytale as a kid? Idk. Is there anything in your freezer that you really need to get rid of? Yeah. There’s a steak in there that Correy put in there months ago... and forgot about. It might still be good but who knows. Also there’s half a bag of fries that is probably freezer burnt. Have you ever played Second Life? Nope. What do you like about the town or city you live in? There’s a lot that I like about it. What do you dislike about the town or city you live in? EXPENSIVE AS FUCK. Are your parents good cooks? Yes. What’s the first thing you notice about a person? Overall appearance, I guess. Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? Yeah, a few times. Yeah, I liked it. What is your favourite museum? I like art museums, science museums, the holocaust museum. I don’t think I’ve been to a museum that I didn’t like. National Gallery of Art here in DC is amazing, though. Do you know anyone who is an actor? Yeah. Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? Yeah. How many weddings have you been to? 1. Do you watch Youtube? What channels do you like? Yes. Robert Welsh, James Welsh, The Welsh Twins (their shared channel), Bailey Sarian, Jaime French, Tati, Manny MUA, Alex Meyers, Mista GG, Good Mythical Morning/Good Mythical MORE, Kennie JD, James Turner, Scott Cramer, Ask A Mortician, Lydia Tomlinson, Brad Mondo, Matt Stonie, Alter, Jonna Jinton,The Try Guys, JOLLY. That’s it for like “entertainment”. I follow other social media based channels that post stuff about how to pose for pictures/take your own pictures, etc. I also follow a lot of subliminals channels and fitness/home workout channels and movie review channels :P What’s your alcohol of choice? I don’t really drink anymore. Have you ever used a public pay phone? As a kid. Which one item would you save from your burning house? MY CATS. Do you have a Twitter account? Yes. What is your hair like right now? Clean. Soft. Wavy/curly. How do you like your eggs cooked? Scrambled. What’s the longest you’ve been without showering? Idk. Name one of your guilty pleasure songs. Idk. Have you ever made an item of clothing? No. What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? Car.

#survey

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missluckycharms · 3 years

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Could you do a smut at anne's house(harry's mum's house)????

Three Taps.

Summary: in which Y/N has to sneak into Harrys house at night to be alone with him and Harry loves hot chocolate with pink marshmallows.

A/N: this is a high school Harry x Y/N fic, both are eighteen in this, just keep that in mind as they are in high school but they’re of age.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Dom!Harry, oral sex, praise kink, size kink, gagging, dirty talk, Harry tends to be a sarcastic asshole even when they’re doing the devils tango.

Word count: 3.4K

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Three taps.

Thats what Harry told Y/N to do, tap three times on his bedroom window and he’d let her in. It’s been their code every few nights when she would sneak over to his house, or he would sneak into hers. Sure, they’re both eighteen, but as all parents say “my house, my rules” so they have to abide by that, kind of.

The pair have only been dating for a little over six months now, both of them graduating soon and moving away for college, but they’ll work around that when the time comes, for now, they have have to work around how Harry can fuck his girlfriend just the way they like, without his Mum waking up and finding them both in bed together, that wouldn’t be a pretty picture Harry thinks.

He’s on red alert, Y/N texting him nearly ten minutes ago saying she successfully snuck out and is now on her way over, the walk to his house is usually fifteen minutes, but she doesn’t mind, she’ll do anything to spend time with Harry — the same Harry who would fold someone up like a pretzel and shove them in a locker if they called him a name, but if Y/N did it, she would get a small smirk and a wink, knowing exactly what hers and only hers punishment was for that.

Harry is a complicated person, to his friends he’s nice - ish, to strangers he looks cold and like he would use you as his skateboard face down on the tarmac if you looked at him wrong, sure he would do that — but he’s not like that under all his rough exterior, he has a warm heart and loves squishy cuddles, and he also loves marshmallows in his hot chocolate, but only Y/N sees that side of him — he only allows her and his Mum to see that side of him. It took him a long time to actually soften up to her, the girl being persistent that she knew what he was really like, he’d shrug and laugh it off saying she was crazy, but when him and his Mum got into an argument and he showed up to Y/N’s house at nearly two in the morning, soaking from the rain and his cheeks tear stained — she knew he finally let down all his walls, he needed her and she gave him what he needed in that time, a hug and a mug of hot chocolate with pink only pink! Marshmallows.

Ever since he opened up to her that night, sipped on her heavenly made hot chocolate, he knew that he could always be safe with her, he would always know that she’s there when he needs her most and visa versa. They’re deemed the “odd couple” in school due to Harry being so cold and Y/N being the slightly quiet and lovable girl who would rather hug someone to death than shove them in a locker and leave them there, but somehow their differences only draw them together and make them one of the best couples there is, they balance one another out — Harry brings out Y/N’s crazy and adventurous side while Y/N brings out Harrys soft and calm side, opposites attract, and they’re living proof of it happening.

He jumps when the small three taps are heard at his window, his body immediately kneeling up and pulling across his curtains, looking down at her stood in his front garden with a hand full of small pebbles from his Mums flower garden (she always returns them) she’s smiling up at him, his own body on his bed right next to his window as he peers down at her, clad in his red baggy hoodie and her black leggings, her hair poking out from the hood of the hoodie as she waits for him to open the window.

“Ladder is by the gate baby” he whispers loudly down to her, she barely hears as she nods, making her way towards the back gate leading to their garden. She grabs it, making sure to not fall or it will wake his Mum up. Harry is practically hanging out the window when she rests the ladder against the wall, looking up at him as she wipes her forehead ridding the sweat.

“Sometimes, I think you only do this so I’ll get off my ass and actually work out” she grumbles falling in through his window and onto his bed, his laugh low as he pulls her jelly like body in, her laughs coming out as pants as he rests her down onto his pillow before shutting his window quietly, his ears on high alert for any movements from his Mums room across the hall.

“You’re just a lazy bum, sometimes I think you may pass out if you walk too much” he jokes looking down at her as she rolls her eyes, pulling down the hood and freeing her hair.

“I hate you. Fuck me, is your heating on?!” She says pulling his hoodie from her body, throwing it onto the floor and leaving her in only a sports bra and leggings, Harrys eyes widening at how easily she slipped it off and laid back down with no care in the world.

“Mum likes to keep it on, apparently her toes get cold in the night no matter what time of year it is” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to hover over her, forearms on either side of her head as she bites her lip smiling up at him giddily.

“No wonder you sleep naked, feels like a furnace” she jokes as Harry hums kissing her neck, her eyes rolling back at the feeling as she wraps her legs around his waist, their crotches grinding down on one another’s as they breath heavily trying to avoid moaning loudly — they both found out they love being vocal in bed, one day Harry was home alone and him and Y/N practically screamed down the house, he’s surprised Mrs Walker next door didn’t ring the police.

“Need to be quiet for me baby, okay?” He says whispering in her ear, her breathy moans being masked by his neck, her lips all over him as he rolls his head back, allowing her more access as she bites and nips at his skin, leaving behind marks that he’ll have to steal some of his Mums makeup to mask over when he’s walking around.

“Should be saying that to you, mister loud mouth” she jokes in a whisper by his ear, her lips sucking on his lobe is what causes him to bury his head in her neck to groan lowly from his chest, his hips rutting down into hers as they both roam one another’s bodies with their lips and hands.

“Very smart mouth for a girl who prefers it to be stuffed full of m’cock” he moans back, her lips now sucking and licking over his sweet spot just under his ear lobe, her own moan muffled by his skin as he shuts his eyes and looks up to the ceiling allowing her to kiss him further, her lips leaving a burning trail down his neck and over his collar bones — his favourite place to give and receive hickies on.

“Harry, shut up and just do something” she says annoyed, frustrated at her boyfriend who always choose to tease her with sarcastic remarks, he knows it riles her up and he loves that, he loves how needy and angry she gets when he grinds his clothed cock down onto her making sarcastic remarks and softly degrading her slowly as she grows wetter and wetter at his movements and words.

“Don’t have to ask me twice baby” he laughs kissing down her torso, his hands immediately shrugging off her bra with her help, and then he slowly pulls down her leggings along with her panties, leaving kisses on the spaces he makes bare and small hushed complements against her skin as he takes her all in under the light of his ten year old soccer ball shaped light hanging from the ceiling above them.

She’s a squirming mess under him, his lips instantly attaching to her clit as she bends her legs, resting her legs over his shoulders as he holds onto her outer thighs, the grip probably marking her skin as he devours her on his bed, his eyes looking up at her biting down on her lip, her hands grabbing a pillow and shoving it over her face to muffle her moans, Harry can hear them slightly, his eyes rolling back into his head as she shakes and squeezes her legs around his head.

“Come on baby, need to see you” he says slipping two fingers into her but not moving, the pillow coming away from her face as she looks at him in her usual fucked out state, glassy eyes and messed up hair.

“H, I can’t, I need to have it over me” she says referring to the pillow, her body shaking as Harry begins to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, stretching her as she drips down his fingers, the sound of his movements in her cunt causing him to press down his hips onto his bed to relieve himself a little.

“Put y’pretty panties in y’mouth baby” he says slurred from pleasure, his own hair a curly mess as his lips become more swollen and spit covered from how harsh he’s eating her out. He takes her panties in one hand, reaching up and rolling them into her mouth, instructing her to bite down on the white lace fabric before he’s back between her legs eating her out.

She’s moaning around the fabric of her panties, her drool wetting the lace as she tugs on Harry’s curls, his moans deep and raspy in her cunt as he keeps his eyes on hers that are threatening to close every second, the slaps he sends to her thighs cause her to open them back up and keep contact with him, his smile devious as he purposely sucks on her clit when she’s close, knowing it ruins her when he does that — he loves to watch her struggle to bite back her moans, the pair of them feeling the rush of nearly being caught everytime one of them make a loud moan or move too quickly which causes his headboard to slap a little off the wall behind it. He’s lapping up all her juices and her moans she’s muffling, her body shaking as he finally brings her to her first high of the night, his fingers not stopping as he rides her through it, kisses being placed to her thighs as she finally calms down, tears brimming her eyes and a lazy smile around her panties that are clutched between her teeth.

“Doing okay baby? Need me to take these out?” He asks crawling back up her body her hands immediately tangling back in his hair as she nods, letting him pull the soaked panties from her mouth, his mouth drooling at the sight of them in his hands.

“Gonna be able to take my cock without being gagged? Or will ya need to have your pretty lace panties back between your teeth?” He teases her, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she scratches her nails down his chest and stomach making the muscles under his skin flex with the slight burn of the marks she’s leaving behind.

“Want you to ruin me, may need them back in between my teeth” she says breathlessly, a slight smirk on her lips as he groans at her words, grabbing the panties and placing them in his own mouth, bending down and feeding them into her mouth, her own teeth clasping them as they leave his mouth, his tongue licking over her lips as she looks up at him with her glassy doe eyes.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #dom!harry #harry styles au #harry styles one shot #smut #harry styles fandom #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #answered asks #anon ask #writing promt #harry styles blurb #fanfic writing #fanfic authors #fan fiction

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Southern Hope (Arthur Morgan x Female Reader)

❝ If by any chance...in another lifetime, we happen to see each other again, I'll come and find you. And I'll make you fall in love with me, over and over again ❞

In which romance novelist, Mary-Beth under the pen name of Leslie Dupont, writes a coming of age love story based on her favourite gang members in the past, You and Arthur.

Trigger Warnings; Violence | Blood | Angst | Sexual Intentions

A/N: This is a project I've been working on for quite a while. I had the idea in mind when I had the chance to experience the musical composition of Aaron Copland's quintessential American Dream, 'Appalachian Spring' -one of my favourite pieces with such a beautiful storyline. And I wanted to retell it in the form of a book that is available on my Wattpad (ongoing) for you to enjoy from Mary-Beth's POV. I hope you show love to this book as much as I loved writing it. Have a sneak peek at the prologue!

Read on Wattpad here for more chapters to come!

PROLOGUE

Leslie Dupont; Mary-Beth Gaskill

Lemoyne, Saint Denis

November 1907

“Mademoiselle Dupont, we expect your next manuscript to be submitted by next summer. Now is not the time to be reminiscing.”

Here we go again

Mary-Beth sighed as her editor, Céline Laurent, had warned her once more for not meeting the deadline to her books. She was in a crucial position in her life. After her debut as a romance novelist, The Lady of The Manor was an instant best-seller across the country. It was the kind of thing she specializes in, silly ol’ romances.

“I promise you, I’ll get it done by then.” Or maybe, at least not for now. She shouldn't have promised something she couldn’t keep, especially in the meantime.

“I’ll take your word for that, if you don’t meet the deadline by then. Y’know what will happen to your contract, Leslie.” Céline stood at the door frame of Mary-Beth’s office with hands on her hips and raised eyebrows.

She knew exactly what she had meant. In fact, she knew the consequences on the back of her head when she first signed that contract with her publishing company. Two more books were requested of her. Or else she would be evicted of her apartment and be forced to live along the streets of Saint Denis for the rest of her life. A life of luxury slipping between her fingers.

“Yes, ma’am,” Mary-Beth disclaimed, the moment her editor slammed the door as she left her office. Heaving yet another exaggerated sigh, she crosses her arms on the grand rosewood desk, flopping her head on top of it. “What am I going to do now…” She murmured into the crevice of her arms.

Mary-Beth was in the middle of a major writer’s block for a few months now. She lost sight of that imaginative space of hers, consisting of the most swoon-worthy romances to the picture-perfect life she portrayed through her characters. A part of Mary-Beth that her readers absolutely adored. But, her head was now a clouded space of everlasting void. It was difficult for Mary-Beth to come into terms of writing again, but she couldn’t quite identify what had put her into this position.

Once she gathered the courage to write again, it all came crashing down like violent tidal waves when she came face to the daunting blank page of nothingness —almost drowning her.

It was as simple as that. Come to work, have a cup of tea, sit down, and a blank page.

Every. Damn. Time.

Maybe it was because she was already nearing her mid-thirties, and she hasn’t found someone to sweep her off her feet. Maybe it was when she first held Tilly’s baby that she found the need to be a mother someday. Maybe it was the overwhelming response towards her writing, she felt the need to hide away into an abyss. Or maybe she couldn’t stop thinking about the time she had come across John again after so many years that the memories just come flooding back.

Or maybe, just, maybe. It was because it’s November.

The most dreaded time of the year. November, in which the seemingly fearsome Van der Linde gang had officially broken up. Guns were fired, ties were broken and deaths were grieved. An unforgettable, painful memory.

She would often think about campfire songs, the girls and, Miss Grimshaw’s constant nagging about undone chores. Oh, how best of friends Céline and Miss Grimshaw would have been if she had heard Mary-Beth had been slacking again. It was her coping mechanism, think more about the good times to get rid of the bad ones.

Mary-Beth remembered when she took in her hands at being a matchmaker. Prancing around the camp, she would eye her two best contenders. You and Arthur.

She knew from the start when you had laid your eyes on each other for the first time, she could see through the inexplicable connection in between. You were both extremely awkward when it came to small-talk or addressing each other as you walked by across camp. However, it never stopped Arthur to come to camp as soon as he could just so he could see you, even just for a second.

The conversation would often start with Arthur while on his way to Dutch’s tent,

“Hey,”

“Hey.”

“I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Yea sure…”

—and that would be it.

At the same time, every single day, at the course of sunset.

You poor socially inept fools.

Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen would always see the interaction happen in the middle of their afternoon chores. Grinning from ear to ear. They would elbow each other whenever there was something different about the correspondence.

One time, you would walk past him, suddenly kissing him on the cheek and scurrying away.

Arthur would stop in his tracks, stunned, with a hand-over where your kiss tingled on his skin. Then he would look back at you as you laid down, smiling to yourself against a tree with a book in your hands. And Dutch would yell his name, knocking him out of his stupor before he noticed he was staring for a little too long.

The girls would start applauding for your heroic performance, it was like a groundbreaking plot twist Mary-Beth couldn’t wait to write about when the idea came into mind.

The both of you were like a walking excruciating slow, slow-burn romance novel. That was when Mary-Beth would cue in her entrance as matchmaker as soon as the interaction slowly died down. Your story had to have a happily ever after in her book.

She would pester you and Arthur separately, mentioning each other’s names and slipping in hints of romantic intentions from the other side so the both of you can address whatever this relationship was.

Mary-Beth knew it was a mission accomplished the night Sean was rescued back to Horseshoe Overlook. When she stood aside of the camp watching Dutch and Molly ballroom dancing into the moonlight, she caught a glimpse of you and Arthur behind them. Running into the woods, hand in hand, giggling to yourselves like prepubescent teenagers.

After that night, it was a considered job well done when your chance encounters slowly turned into planned ones. He would take you on dates, and you would show him affection like nobody’s business. A perfect couple, your American dream.

Until it became a nightmare.

And Arthur had passed,

your Arthur.

Ever since then, Mary-Beth wondered what had happened to you. Were you still alive after all these years? She couldn’t imagine how hard you must be coping with the news. Or what if you didn’t know at all? Even when she asked John and Tilly, they said you disappeared that night he passed.

Not even a single trace. Where were you?

Mary-Beth dismissed the thought out of her head, lifting her head away from the desk. She had to let go of these memories for her own well-being. For what seemed like yesterday were merely years ago. But it couldn’t have hurt to reminisce just a bit, for old times sake.

The story of You and Arthur was unwritten, left to collect dust from the lack of content. The perfect example of a sepia-tinted photograph, forgotten. Mary-Beth believed the both of you deserved something much more than a devastating ending. She wasn’t as ruthless as the other authors she had met that held an iron fist when killing off their characters. Mary-Beth wasn’t like that.

And the idea came to mind. She was a romance novelist for a reason; to fulfil all the possibilities for the unconditional love you shared.

And so Mary-Beth picked up her beautiful fountain pen,

She began to write on the great desk in her quiet room.

To write the most beautiful story of the century,

You and Arthur. Arthur and you.

A perfect couple. The American Dream.

A life that could have been so much more,

A life to remember…

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Bad Boys (6) - She’s ours (FIN)

Summary: New to town, a goody-two-shoes, you catch the attention of not one but two guys. Too bad they are the ‘bad boys’ and your ‘dad’ tries to protect you.

Pairing: Biker!Alpha!Bucky x Reader x Omega!Biker!Alpha!Steve

Warnings: A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, angst, language, protective alphas, scenting, true mates, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, violence, blood, pregnant omega, Steve freaks out there for a minute

Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, unnamed deputies

A/N: Reader is Tony Stark's goddaughter. This is an AU/A/B/O setting. I have a thing for Biker /BuckySteve so bear with me.

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“Aw, I like your decoration, Bucky,” admiring Bucky’s room at the clubhouse you hum to yourself, wander around, or stop to pick a few things up. “I like the little bike bookend. Where did you get it?”

“Flea market, doll,” Steve smirks when his friend’s cheeks turn pink. “Bucky likes to go to the flea market and buy useless crap.”

“I like flea markets too,” excitedly you jump at Bucky, tug at his leather jacket to make him look at you. “Do you want to go with me next time? Oh! We could buy some things for Stevie’s house.”

“Please, don’t—” the blonde groans when you won’t stop talking about decorating, the flea market, and how you wish you could all move in together.

“Please—Stevie,” you whine. “I want to find something nice for your house, alpha. It’s nice but needs the woman’s touch. You’ve got no clue how pretty it could look.”

“Like my room,” Bucky states, grinning at his friend. “See, our omega loves my room and my decoration.”

“Except for the picture over there,” pointing at the wall you scrunch up your nose. “Why do the dogs on the picture play poker? They look like drunk gangsters or something. I don’t like it, Bucky.”

“It’s a classic,” defending his picture Bucky mutter under his breath. “None of you got a clue how hard I fought for that thing. There was a punk offering buck after buck for it at the flea market.”

“Did you lose?” grinning you place your hand onto Bucky’s chest. “I mean, you ended up bringing it home.”

“I won, doll. I paid ten bucks for it,” he grins. “Punk had to go home empty-handed.”

“See, no taste—” Steve insists. “None of you will ruin my house with crappy decoration. That’s my last word!”

“B-but, Stevie,” you cry, eyes big and wet now, “you’re not a bachelor anymore! You’ve got a mate now, an omega. I want to feel safe and comfortable when I visit you. Don’t you want me around?” choking on your words you hide your face in Bucky’s chest. “Do you already regret your claim?”

“Great job, Steve. Now she’s crying and I got no house for her to decorate,” grumbling Bucky runs one hand over your hair, tries to soothe you while you smirk to yourself.

None of your alphas can see you played Steve well. “No—no! Baby doll, you can redecorate anything you want to. Maybe even bring that ugly picture with you. I’ll do anything, omega.”

“How often can I visit you?” you nuzzle Bucky’s neck; enjoy he holds you tightly. “I don’t want to disturb your solitary, Steve.”

“I-I want you to move in with me,” Steve blurs out, gasping as you turn around to look up at him with wide eyes. “I mean, shit—uh erm, that’s a bit sudden I guess. We should talk about our bond first. It’s a bit different from normal bonds with one alpha.”

“Can Bucky move in too? Can we buy a huge bed and share it? Oh, I want a large bathtub for us to share too and a shower! Imagine all the sex with could have!” you babble, slowly stepping toward Steve. “Please—alpha?”

“Oh, crap,” Bucky snickers when Steve whines low in his throat. You nuzzled your face in his chest and now the rough biker fights his alpha to not give in to everything you demand. “She’s got your balls in her hands.”

“Perfect, alpha,” smiling you look at the bookshelf. Bucky brought his belongings, including the bookend you love so much. “Right, Stevie? It looks awesome.”

“Yeah, awesome,” Steve gave up the moment you demanded you need three more pillows on the couch. Now you are busy redecorating his living room.

He sighs deeply but tries to remember you are an omega who tries to create a cozy home for her alphas.

“Look at the pictures I placed on the fireplace, Steve. I want to take some of you, Bucky, and me too. I want to fill our house with our love.”

“Uh-she’s in nesting mood,” Bucky whispers. “Do I need to know anything, Steve? Did we get her full of pups already? I think her breasts grew too.”

“WAIT-WHAT?” panicked Steve glances at your chest, tries to figure out if your breasts are fuller. “It’s only a month. I mean, she was in heat but we—”

“Didn’t use anything, Steve,” smirking Bucky watches you usher toward the couch to place one last pillow next to the others. “Do I have to explain how sex works? If she wasn’t on anything, we got her round.”

“Round? Pups?” panting heavily now Steve clutches one hand to his chest. “Fuck—Stark will kill us!”

“Tons won’t kill you, alpha,” humming happily you nod to yourself. “I’m done here. Can we go to the bedroom now? I wanna cuddle with you on the new bed you and your friends built.”

“S-sure,” Steve’s eyes drift toward your belly and he swallows thickly. “Uh-Y/N are you on birth control?” you giggle at Steve’s words but don’t answer his question. you brush past him, grinning as he follows you like a nervous puppy. “Omega? Doll?”

“I wasn’t when we mated if that’s what you are trying to ask, Steve—”

Steve’s head is spinning when you walk upstairs, giggling as Bucky runs after you to sniff at your neck. “Damn me, omega. You smell like us. Stevie, I think we filled her good.”

“I-I need a minute here, Buck,” Steve pants. “Go ahead. I’ll be right with you, guys…”

“Where have you been Steve? Y/N was waiting for you for half an hour,” Bucky tuts. He growls when you hide your face in the cushions. “Look what you did! She wanted to cuddle with us on the nest she made.”

“We need to use one of these,” Steve place a paper bag filled with pregnancy tests onto the bed. “I want to know if she’s pregnant.”

“Alpha,” you purr low in your throat. Before he can blink you snatch the bag from the bed to hide it behind your back. “Can’t you scent me and tell me if I’m expecting?”

“I can barely focus on anything, doll. All I want is to cradle and scent you right now. I-I need to know if I filled you with pups,” the alpha purrs, much to Bucky’s amusement.

The brunette sits next to you, a shit-eating grin on his lips. “Steve, just scent our omega. Her scent changed and this means our girl is expecting.”

“How’d you wanna know, Buck?”

“I read books about omegas and true mates. She smells more like me and you now. I think we both filled her with our pup,” humming you snuggle closer to Bucky to hide your face in his chest.

“Please, alpha,” you whine, hoping Steve’s not mad at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was in heat and lost control.”

“Baby doll,” Steve purrs low in his throat, ready to pounce on you. “I’m not mad, Y/N. This is just a little overwhelming. I finally found my true mate, mated her to share her with my best friend and now she’s pregnant. I need a moment to realize I need to change my life.”

“I want my big bad biker to cuddle me,” whimpering in distress you look at Steve. “Please.”

“Alright, doll. Let me kick my boots off and we can cuddle.”

After joining you and Bucky on the bed, Steve sighs deeply. He scents you, excessively, purring now and then.

“So—who’s going to tell her godfather we got her pregnant?” Bucky grins when you look at Steve. “Guess she wants you to volunteer…”

“Look what the cat dragged into the sheriff’s department,” the deputies growl. “Pity the sheriff couldn’t get rid of us – huh? Maybe you change your mind and want us to take care of that sweet little omega?”

“If you want to keep your teeth, you will shut your cakehole right fucking now,” Bucky grits, hands already balled into fists. “You are talking about our true mate, the mother of our pups.”

“Pups?” the deputy gasps, looking at you hide behind Steve. “You got her pregnant? What a pity. The girl looked like she likes to take dick—” Bucky’s fist breaks the deputy’s nose with one precise punch.

While the man stumbles backward, pressing one hand to his bleeding nose, his friend tries to help him but ends up pressed against the wall by Steve, the blondes arm against his throat.

The alpha grits his teeth reveals his true intentions. “Back in the old times' alphas defended their omegas by ripping their concurrent’s mating gland out with their teeth.” He grins, feeling the deputy struggle against his strength. “Good thing the old times are over – right, Buck?”

“Right, Steve. I mean, some people should watch their backs and mating glands if they don’t want to end up in a dark alley,” the brunette grins at the other deputy. “I have a thing for knives and always wondered how deep I can cut a bastard until he bleeds out.”

“T-this isn’t necessary,” the deputy looks up at Steve before he tilts his head in submission. “My friend was just joking. He likes to run his mouth.”

“I will tell you this one last time,” Steve growls. “She’s ours. Our true mate and you will stay the fuck away from her.”

“So—,” Tony clears his throat. “You are pregnant by two alphas, great. I will get a godfather of the year medal this time.”

“Please don’t be mad, Tony,” you sniff. “It’s not your fault nor theirs. I wasn’t on anything and gave in to my instinct but Steve, Bucky, and I got a nice house. We can raise our kids there.”

“I heard you gave my deputies hell,” your godfather smirks at Bucky. “Good job, boys. Next time break a few bones.”

“Tony,” Pepper tuts her alpha, but she gently pats his hand. “Don’t encourage them! Soon they will be fathers! Now let’s talk about the nest and anything else, Y/N. How far are you?”

“Two babies,” Steve watches you lie in the middle of your shared bed. “We need to tell the gang we are going to be fathers soon, Buck. No more dangerous stuff for us. Y/N needs reliable alphas.”

“Aw, you’re such a softie, Steve,” Bucky whines when you look at your alphas. “Fine, I’m all soft for her too. What happened to us? We used to be stone-cold bikers and now we are putty in a girl’s hands.”

“Not just a girl, Buck,” smiling Steve looks at his friend. “Our omega, my friend. I think it’s time to grow up and be good alphas.”

“Agreed,” offering Steve a fist bump Bucky grins. “Now let’s take care of our omega. She needs us.”

THE END...*and yes I made her pregnant, sue me...*

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