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what-if-queen-camilla · 2 years ago

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Chapter 13

Charles meeting Theodora ❤️

04th August 1987 - Part 4

"You'd better be quiet, Sir, when I last came in they were both sleeping…", Andrew carefully instructed the Prince who, a huge bouquet of vibrant summer flowers in his hands, had just arrived at Middlewick House a few minutes ago. Camilla and the little one had been sleeping almost all day, but that was alright, the ladies had done amazingly and more than deserved a good rest. Tomorrow was going to be busy enough as Camilla’s parents as well as Annabel and Simon with Tom and Laura and their own children were going to come over and meet the new family member. Especially the proud new big sister had been very disappointed when Andrew had told her that Mummy and Thea, what Laura had chosen to be Theodora's nickname, were too tired to meet them today but were very much looking forward to see them all tomorrow, but it was the only chance for Charles to be the first one to meet the baby without anyone noticing. "You can stay until 9 in the morning.", the Colonel added. "The children and my in-laws will arrive around midday. That gives us time to prepare everything. I'll spend the night at a friend's and be back at half past 8 so that Milla won't be alone. See you tomorrow then. Take good care of our ladies, Sir." With that, he grabbed a little suitcase, put on a hat and took his leave, before Charles could even thank him. Obviously, he'd never been a fan of Andrew but he couldn't deny that he'd been more than generous throughout the whole pregnancy, the birth and even now. He had arranged for Camilla and him to have some precious hours on their own and at the same time made sure that the new mum and baby weren't alone. Apparently, despite everything, he genuinely cared and looked after them in a way Charles was not and would probably never be able to look after them. But he didn't want to think about that now. All he wanted was to see them now, so he rushed up the stairs and quietly knocked on the door of Camilla’s bedroom.

Almost inaudible, he opened the door and carefully peeked through - to find the most beautiful and adorable picture he had ever seen in his entire life: the love of his life, peacefully sleeping, tightly holding the baby - their daughter - who was fast sleep as well and sweetly snoring, and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to avoid himself from sobbing loudly in delight - he certainly didn't want to disturb his ladies. But, God in heaven, never had he seen something more beautiful, more perfect and more wonderful than this… He quietly tiptoed over and sat down on the edge of the bed and finally got to see Theodora's little face, the little mouth and nose and, good Lord, these little eyelids, excitedly fluttering as she was dreaming - and immediately was overwhelmed by emotions. "Oh Darling!", he sobbed, not sure whether he was referring to Camilla or Theodora himself, and tenderly stroked over her head. She'd already had a bit of hair, and it was so soft and sweet. His heart almost exploded with pride and joy. All that he wanted was to hold her, to feel her and tell her over and over again just how much he loved her and that he'd always be there for her and protect her. "I'm your daddy, little angel!", he whispered with a teary voice, tenderly stroking over her little hand now which caused the little girl to sigh in her sleep and instinctively reach out for her fathers finger which was actually bigger than her entire hand. Having Theodora grabbing his finger was too much for Charles and he couldn't hold back his tears and sobbing anymore, which finally woke up Camilla as well. "Darling…", she whispered sleepily, looking at him full of love. "Oh, darling!", he cheered, tenderly kissing her beautiful lips. "Darling, have you met our daughter?", she asked and he nodded. "She's perfect. You're perfect. You've done so well, my darling and I'm so proud of you. I've never loved you more." Camilla was too tired to respond anything sensible so she just kissed him and cuddled up against his chest, while carefully placing the baby in his arms. "Take her, darling. Take our daughter.", she said, lovingly and with tears in her eyes now as well. "Our daughter…", Charles replied, touched and stared at the little bundle in his arms as if it was the greatest miracle he had ever seen. It probably was. "My sweet, perfect, little daughter…" Camilla's heart beated like mad by watching the love of her life sweetly interacting with their joint child, the daughter he had always wished for. "Darling, do you realise how happy you've made me?", he asked her, his face overflowing with tears, and more tears still flowing out of his eyes. "The happiest man on earth…" And just like that, they spent a whole night as an almost perfect, little family of three, forgetting everything and everyone out there, covered in love and happiness, cuddling, kissing, whispering sweet promises until the sun rose again the next morning.

"Andrew said I can stay until 9.", Charles remarked at around 8, kissing Camilla’s hair lovingly and tenderly. "He said he'll return at 8.30." "I suppose he spent the night with Rose.", Camilla answered. "His… partner." He had, indeed, been dating a certain Rosemary for quite a few months now and apparently felt something for her that he'd never felt for any other woman, including her, and though of course she was happy for him that he had finally found love in his life as well, it only underlined once more how absurd all of their situations were. Andrew, married to Camilla but in love with Rose, who, too, was married to someone else, a man who also loved someone entirely different, just as Camilla loved Charles and Charles loved Camilla but was married to Diana who loved… herself in the first place, and then Charles' titles, his position, and all of the attention that came along. What a mess they were all living in. Hopefully, one day, their precious little darling would be able to marry the one she loved without any odds or obstacles. And, until then, she'd be there, loving and supporting her as best as she could. Along with her most adoring two dads...

#queen camilla #king charles #andrew parker bowles #royal baby #royal family #fanfiction #fanfic

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sunny6677 · 6 months ago

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Eddsworld: The Literature Club.

Summary:

You're just some random person trying to survive in some random city in Britain, when out of nowhere, your best mate from childhood decides to invite you to a club he started that has a bunch of basic but somewhat decent-looking boys! Starring, your best mate (and also childhood friend) Matt! The overly deadpan and sarcastic serious guy, Tom! The trigger-happy maniac, Tord! And finally, Edd—the president who's also really addicted to cola for some reason! And.. despite them not being the best options out there, you're kind of desperate for a boyfriend, so you figure giving the club a shot won't hurt! Will you somehow manage to charm them into dating you?

Chapter 4: Now A Member!

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Silence filled the air, and I swallowed. Shit, was that the right thing to just suddenly say?

I gulped. "..uh.. Matt—Matt just wanted me to check this place out. And I figured I would since I said I'd join a club, and.."

I looked upon all of them. Tord's smug grin had faded completely from his lips, and he blinked slowly, his gaze beginning to become dissapointed. Matt's face visibly saddened, and as did Edds own expression. Tom's face on the other hand remained completely neutral.

"Aw, what?!" Matt uttered.

"..lame." Tom blankly muttered.

"..uh.. okay. Sorry about that then." Edd replied, sheepishly looking off to the side. "We.. thought you'd be joining us."

..goddammit, what was it with these boys? They weren't even that cute-looking! In fact, they were pretty average. And.. err.. some things about them seemed kind of worrying. But—god.. I already basically had no one besides Matt to talk to. Poems wouldn't be a big deal if it meant I got to talk to these guys everyday.

I let out a sigh. "..fine. I'll join."

Their eyes slowly lit up upon processing my words. Matt was the first one to practically explode from joy. "Yay!" He pumped his fists into the air with his usual stupid grin.

"..cool." Tom mumbled.

"Oh, good! I was starting to think you'd be abandoning us there, new member." Tord grinned, scooching closer as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Well, in that case, it's official!" Edd smiled. He shuffled his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and then whipped something out. Something gold and shiny and.. wait, was.. was that a gold star? It appeared to be a small sticker of some kind.

As Edd reached foward, he placed it on my chest, and I looked up at him with a mildly surprised expression.

"Welcome to the literature club!" Edd grinned. He laughed. "We'll make sure you feel right at home!"

"...uh.. heh.. thanks." I sheepishly replied, looking down at my lap while rubbing my arm.

He heaved out a sigh from his mouth, placing his hands on his hips. "Okayy.. I think we should be good to go on poems, so I want everyone to remember to write one for tonight! Besides, this.. will kind of be the first club activity we've actually done, so I'd prefer if people actually participate."

"..new member," He spoke with a cheerful smile while placing his hand gently on my other shoulder. "I look foward to seeing what you have to write!"

I blinked, and felt my face flush up in a fuzzy wave of warmth. "..hah.. thanks, man."

Geez.. I was desperate, wasn't I? Taking my overly arrogant best mate, some random maniac, some grumpy guy, and some weird friendly dude as options for a boyfriend. I hadn't even really considered my best mate as an option until now, but.. I had known him for a while, so it wasn't like he was the worst option out there.

I heaved out a sigh. I guess I'd be participating in club type stuff after all.

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After an hour or so, the meeting was called off to an end. Tord began to retrieve the plates and took them back to the kitchen so he could empty and wash them. While Tom.. well, he didn't really do much, he just kinda stood their and drank from a flask the whole time.

And as I stood with my shoulders slumped, I was approached by the sound of a bright familiar voice, and the feeling of someone's arm wrapping around my shoulders.

"Hey, chum! What'd you think of the meeting?"

"Wa—Wah! Oh.. uh.. it was fine. Better than me contemplating the fact that I have to work again in the next 9 or so hours." I spoke with a sigh, looking down at my feet.

"Well, no need to worry about that, buddy! Why don't you let me walk you back home for tonight?"

"..oh. Uh—sure—"

"Yipee!"

I let out a yelp, feeling his grip around my shoulders tighten. I then felt my body involuntarily begin to move foward as he practically rushed toward the entrance that led to the door we had entered, and let out a sigh. With how fast this guy went, it's like he was just waiting all club meeting to ask me that. Then again, knowing him, that was probably the case.

I only let him drag me foward. After all, I knew this guy well enough to not really resist any of his antics anymore. There was pretty much no use in doing that.

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"—and that's how I took over everything ever!"

"..you.. so—so you mean to tell me you went back in time and invented everything?"

"Yep!"

..huh. Well, he's probably just making it up, but knowing him, there'd probably be some impossible way for him to somehow be able to do that.

I groaned. "Well.. that's good, Matt. 'Bout bloody time you make yourself actually do something useful for once."

"Yeah, I—" Matt stopped, and frowned. "..heyyy.."

I playfully rolled my eyes. Yet as we walked under the cold night sky that was speckled to the brim with white glowing balls of light, my mind wondered between all of the boys who could be my potential romantic options.

Matt, my childhood mate who was obsessed with himself.

Tord, the trigger-happy maniac.

Tom, the cynical alcoholic.

Edd, the cola-obsessed president who seemed actually pretty chill.

..huh. Only one of those options sounded somewhat choosable.

I let a sigh escape my mouth, and I continued walking. Guess I'd just have to see who I'd go with when I wrote my poem tonight.

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I leaned foward on my bed, my pen hovering above a thin sheet of paper I had placed on top of a tiny table I had scooted over to my fluffy cot of a resting place. I looked down at the sheet of paper. I admittedly wasn't that good at poetry, but when it came to cute boys or people I was crushing on, I could at least whip something up fast enough.

I let my mind wonder between all four of the boys again, doubts filling my mind as I occasionally thought about their more.. worrying aspects.

I blinked, and then a thought came to mind.

Gripping my pen, I began to write away at the paper, my mind filled with inspiration.

#eddsworld #eddsworld edd #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom #eddsworld tord #ddlc x eddsworld #eddsworld x ddlc

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doamarierose-honoka · 1 year ago

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For those who grew up in the 2000s, waiting for the next Harry Potter film installment was a thrilling and unifying experience. As kids all around the world flocked to their local theaters with wands in hand, Harry and his fantastical friends reminded us of the magical powers of friendship, bravery, and love. While the movies got progressively darker as the characters grew up and had to battle ever-looming forces of evil, the first films remain pillars of delightful, whimsical escapism — save for the near-deaths of multiple twelve-year-olds — and this is largely thanks to director Chris Columbus. What many people don’t know, however, is that Columbus passed on another once-in-a-lifetime directorial opportunity for Potter, turning down the Spider-Man franchise in favor of the wizarding world.

Chris Columbus Chose To Direct 'Harry Potter' Over 'Spider-Man’

Known for writing and/or directing hit movies like The Goonies, Home Alone, and Mrs. Doubtfire, by the time the early aughts rolled around, Columbus was no stranger to working with kids and yielding great results. Having been persuaded by his daughter to read the Harry Potter books (at which time only the first three had been released), Columbus immediately had a vision for the films and wanted a shot at directing the now-iconic series. According to The Hollywood Reporter, after hearing that there were many others eager to helm the franchise, Columbus requested that his agent secure him the final meeting with the film’s executives. He presented a “130-page document-slash-screenplay” outlining his vision for the movie, and long story short, the powers that be were very impressed with the eager director. Columbus secured the gig and went on to direct both Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

However, Columbus revealed in an interview with Screen Rant that right after he landed Harry Potter, he got the offer to direct Spider-Man. Having grown up a huge Marvel fan and citing Spider-Man as one of his childhood heroes, getting the chance to re-introduce the web-slinger to the silver screen seems like it would be a no-brainer for Columbus. Nevertheless, while he acknowledged that directing Spider-Man would probably be the realization of a lifelong dream, he went with Harry Potter and never looked back. Sam Raimi was hired to captain the Spidey ship, and the rest is history. Even though it was undoubtedly a tough call, Columbus has no regrets, and said in the special Harry Potter 20th Anniversary: Return to Hogwarts that working on Harry Potter was “the greatest experience of [his] life.”

Columbus Expertly Captured the Joy and Whimsy of ‘Harry Potter’

While it couldn’t have been easy missing out on Spider-Man, there’s no denying that Chris Columbus was the right man to direct the first two Harry Potter films. In Return to Hogwarts, Columbus got to reunite with Harry Potter himself (Daniel Radcliffe), and the two discussed their work on Sorcerer’s Stone and Chamber of Secrets. Although you’d never know it when watching the behind-the-scenes footage, Columbus confessed to Radcliffe that while working on the first Harry Potter, he was incredibly nervous and felt like he was “dying.” This is definitely understandable given that he was responsible for setting the tone in a massive franchise, but Columbus ensured that his anxieties wouldn’t bleed over and impact the kids on set. Many of the stars of Harry Potter, including Robbie Coltrane, Tom Felton, and of course, the golden trio of Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, and Radcliffe, complimented Columbus’s knack for working with the young performers on set, saying that he made them feel safe and let the kids be kids. While “letting the kids be kids” resulted in a lot of long days and re-shoots given that the kids in question were exploding with excitement at all times, Columbus’s good nature evidently contributed to the youthful, nostalgic feeling that is so well-executed in the first films.

Beyond just his personable directing style, Columbus’s creative eye greatly influenced the look of the Harry Potter movies. From real stone floors to real, lit candles dangling from the ceiling on fishing lines, the director’s commitment to making Hogwarts feel grounded in reality despite the magical elements made the stories feel all the more real to both the actors involved, and the devoted viewers. Despite the success of the first two Harry Potter films, however, Columbus seemed to recognize that all good things must come to an end, and he bequeathed his directorial duties to Alfonso Cuarón for the third installment, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Columbus revealed to The Hollywood Reporter that filming the first two Harry Potter films took upwards of 320 days, and that he felt that he was missing out on watching his kids grow up. He went on to serve as a producer on the third film to help maintain a better work-life balance, but afterward, the director hung up his pointy black wizard’s hat and walked away from the franchise for good.

The Director Isn’t a Fan of the ‘Harry Potter’ Reboot at Max

Harry Potter is soon to be getting a polarizing facelift in the form of a reboot TV series, the likes of which we know very little about. What we do know, however, is that Chris Columbus isn’t a huge fan of the idea, not seeing the point in remaking a franchise that has already been done well (which, as we know, has never stopped the studios before). Furthermore, given author J.K. Rowling’s disappointing tailspin into transphobia, continuing to expand the Harry Potter franchise has brought up difficult but important conversations about just how far we’re willing to go to separate the art from the artist.

While it sucks that a franchise that brought comfort and hope to so many has been marred by its creator’s hateful statements, Columbus’s Harry Potter movies continue to exist as joyful celebrations of friendship and resilience. For many fans, Harry Potter still offers an unparalleled escape from the hardships of the everyday muggle existence, and we’ll always be grateful that Columbus decided to leave the Spider-Man movies to Sam Raimi, who got to forge another iconic film franchise in his own right. While the Harry Potter frenzy shows no signs of stopping, Columbus left his own indelible mark on the franchise, and all we can say is, mischief managed.

#warner bros #harry potter #chris columbus #harry potter and the sorcerer's stone #harry potter and the chamber of secrets #marvel #marvel comics #spider man #spiderman #hogwarts #collider

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butterflyclan · 1 year ago

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Mid Summer

Parsleystar's awoken by loud shrieks. She jolts up, fur on end, and wriggles out of her tiny den ready to attack, and sees-

Nothing?

No, not nothing. Everyone's gathered into a circle, jeering and arguing drifting over. Parsleystar blinks, and Lynxfur notices her and breaks away from the group.

"Pinedash is back," Lynxfur says before Parsleystar can even open her mouth. The brown and white she-cat is practically radiating smugness. "He's wearing a bell collar."

Pinedash had vanished while on a solo patrol a few days ago, and though no one particularly liked the tom, he was still a part of the makeshift Clan, and they had all worried to some degree or another.

Parsleystar shoved her way through the group, silencing calls of "Kittypet!" with a cold look. She stared down Pinedash, who somehow managed to bristle even more. The collar around his neck was a startlingly bright yellow, a golden bell dangling from it that jingled every time he moved.

"...Welcome back," She finally said. "Go get checked out by Pondfang. I want to make sure you're unhurt." With that, Parsleystar swept away, leaving Pinedash to defend himself from his Clanmates.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"Pondfang!"

Pondfang bolted out of the burrow at the sound of his name. He hadn't had to perform any medical duties yet, and this sounded like it would be the first. Stormclaw was trying to convince Pinedash to lean on him, and Pinedash was snapping angrily back. The reddish-brown tom's tail had been badly mangled, and Pondfang sucked in a hiss.

"What happened?"

"This idiot tried to attack a fox on his own," Stormclaw spat, clearly fed up with the other tom. Pinedash let out a low growl, unsheathing his claws. Pondfang shoved his way between them, and Pinedash almost toppled over, spitting curses all the while.

Pondfang exmined Pinedash's tail. It was certainly not good, he could say that much. What had Icepool done for something like this...

"Cobwebs," Pondfang announced, startling Stormclaw and Pinedash. He bustled back to his den and scooped up a swab of them. "Juniper, maybe? Or poppy seeds?" He examined the little piles of herbs he'd managed to collect before grumbling in frustration. He should never have been made medic.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"From this day forth you shall be known as Tempestroar. We honor your valor and bravery, and we welcome you as a warrior of Butterfly Clan."

Tempestroar felt like she'd explode with joy. She had survived so much, and she'd made it to her warrior ceremony. For the days following the fire that had destroyed her home, she'd thought she'd forever be Tempestpaw.

Tempestroar turned her face up to the sky. Are you watching, mom? Dad? She wondered. Do you see me? I'm here. I'm alive. I'll keep going, for you.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Pondfang paused, his paw hovering above the burnt nettles he'd been gathering. His ears twitched and swiveled. Was that the wind? No, it was something...

He followed the sound, setting his paws down silently on the ground.

"Quiet, please." The voice was feminine, desperate, and exhausted. Pondfang crept closer, and his eyes caught movement. A grey tabby was curled around tiny, mewling scraps of fur. She was breathing heavily, the tiny kittens at her stomach squealing and mewling.

"Oh," Pondfang breathed, and the she-cat whipped her head around, her body stiffening. "Oh, no, don't worry. I... I'm a medic. I'm new at it, but I think I can help." The she-cat relaxed and let out a rusty purr.

"I would love that, thank you. I wouldn't normally be out here, but my housefolk, they... in the fire..." She blinked back tears.

"I'm Pondfang," Pondfang said awkwardly after a few moments.

"Sakari. And these are Sky and Cloud." Sakari unfolded herself slightly to show a pair of newborn toms.

"They're lovely," Pondfang whispered. Kittens. New life would always come to the world, even when everything seemed so bleak, and it was magical.

#clangen #parsleystar #lynxfur #pinedash #pondfang #stormclaw #tempestroar #icepool #sakari #skykit #cloudkit #skypaw #skyrumble

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pumpkinstep · 2 years ago

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Okay but like, imagine if Firestar confronted Brambleclaw about his leadership and his failure to take care of his clan and family. I imagine he would be furious and quite disappointed in him. He’d come to him in a dream to warn him and tell him off for what he’s done. i think it’d go for something like this: Pale mist swirled at his paws as white moonlight bleached his usually dark tabby pelt. Bramblestar blinked and found himself in the middle of thunderclans camp, an imposing shadow cast down from the highledge making him cast his gaze upwards towards to source. Joy exploded in his chest and he couldn’t stop the purr that rumbled in his throat as he recognized the figure staring down at him with blazing bright green eyes. While the moonlight had robbed his fur of its color and left it ghostly shade imbued with glimmering stars, he’d recognize the face of his mentor anywhere. It was seasons since he’d last spoken with Firestar and hoped he would praise him for his efforts in taking care of his clan. The orange tom had left large paw prints to fill and bramblestar did his best to follow in his steps. His joy evaporated like puddles on a hot day and felt cold dread sink heavily into the pit of his belly. The former leader was scowling at him, a faint growl and barely hidden aggression was what met him, not pride and praise. His anxiety only increased, fearing the worst was to come, a terrible omen of a potential war or worse, famine. He was sure, maybe it was the latter, the sharp cold of leafbare cutting through his dense pelt with ease. He steeled himself and squared his shoulders, gazing up at Firestar and ready to take on his message with confidence. The old tom narrowed his eyes at him, tail lashing behind him as his claws glinted in the moonlight and scraped the stone beneath his paws. “You’ve failed me, Bramblestar.” He hissed, standing tall and looking down at him, “I revoke your lives and relieve you of your duties,” Bramblestar flinched, feeling as though his former mentor has lashed out and struck him across the muzzle. Wide eyed and confused, the massive tabby stared up at him in disbelief. “You must be mistaken, i’ve only done what you would have wanted!” “Have you learned nothing? Have I taught you nothing about leadership and compassion? I had my doubts about you but I took a chance and allowed you to prove yourself. To prove you wouldn’t follow in your father’s paw steps. I see now I was wrong to make you deputy, to allow you to be leader of my clan.” Bramblestar couldn’t believe his ears, had the former thunderclan leader not been watching him and his efforts? Did he not understand how difficult it had been to take his place and uphold peace in his absence? Where had he been when he needed his help? When skyclan returned and needed territory? Firestar had let him flounder and forge his own path. “I did the best I could,” Bramblestar retorted, feeling his fur lift along the spine as he took on a defensive stance, hackles raised and claws digging into the dirt. “I did what I thought was best for the clan and kept them safe.” “I cannot let you continue to be leader if trying to wage war on queens bearing kits is what you think is best for the clan. I thought you would know better after I taught you about Brokentail. No, Bramblestar, you did not do what was best, you did what was easiest and the two are not the same.” Firestar’s mew was cold and menacing, a threatening growl lacing his words as if it was taking everything he could not to leap off the highledge and sink his claws into his former apprentice. “You’re wrong!” Bramblestar yowled defiantly, “I had no other choice, you can even ask squirrelflight that I only act within your and the clan’s best interest! You weren’t there, you let Me down!” “You’ll do best to keep my daughters name out of your mouth, you mongrel,” he hissed as he crouched as if to jump, “Your treatment of her and the rest of my family is unforgivable. You’ve abused your power and starclan was wrong to endorse this relationship. Change your ways, Brambleclaw, or I will see to it that you never walk among the stars.” Before he had the chance to defend himself or retaliate, he awoke in a cold sweat, feeling the chill of leafbare clinging to his pelt as the old toms words rang in his ears, Change your ways, Brambleclaw, or I will see to it that you never walk among the stars.

#bear barks #it's probably not that good but it's something i was thinking about #Warrior cats

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uncleweed · 6 months ago

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Certainly, no one who passed by that busy stretch of the city during that era could have missed him. Outfitted like a fantasy Viking, complete with a double-horned headdress, a doomy black tunic, an eight-foot spear and a long white beard, Moondog had an imposing presence to say the least. It only magnified the intensity of his appearance that he was blind, a fact he refused to hide behind dark glasses. From his reliable perch, Moondog would pull from his pockets reams of poetry, sheet music, 78rpm recordings and broadsides he had written to sell to curious passersby. Some people thought he was a freak or a vagrant. (He was, in fact, homeless during several short stretches of time.) Others saw him as the ultimate counter-cultural figure, while some major musicians viewed him as a visionary, including the jazz greats Benny Goodman and Charlie Parker and classical artists from Arturo Toscanini to Leonard Bernstein. Janis Joplin covered his existential composition All Is Loneliness, on her first album with Big Brother and the Holding Company, and pop acts from T-Rex to Prefab Sprout referenced him in their lyrics. Moondog was written up in many local and national papers and, in 1969 and 1971, he had two albums on Columbia Records which, at the time, was headquartered on the same block he haunted.

The man who would become Moondog was born Louis Hardin in 1916 in Marysville, Kansas, to a religious family. His father, an Episcopalian minister, moved the family to Wyoming when the boy was young, and it was there that he discovered his first major musical influence, which came from Indigenous American culture. His eureka moment occurred after his father took him to an Arapaho Sun Dance where he met Chief Yellow Calf who showed him how to play a tom-tom made of buffalo skin. A lifelong fascination with rhythm was born. At 16, however, his life changed radically after he came across an object while playing that he didn’t realize was a dynamite cap. The device exploded in his face, blinding him. “Moondog later told me that for almost a year after that he felt as if he couldn’t breathe,” Scotto said. “The life had drained out of him.”

Today, it’s mainly musicians and fans of the arcane who have any awareness of Moondog at all – an oversight which inspired the creation of a new tribute album to amplify his legacy, titled Songs and Symphoniques: The Music of Moondog. The project was initiated by the Brooklyn-based jazz-chamber ensemble Ghost Train Orchestra in collaboration with the Kronos Quartet, and also features vocal performances from stars such as Rufus Wainwright, Jarvis Cocker and Joan as Policewoman. “Over the years, I’ve become a kind of evangelist for Moondog,” said Ghost Train Orchestra’s leader, Brian Carpenter. “I want more people to know about the joy and wonder of his music. And, luckily, there’s so much of it.”

#moondog #musician #nyc

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impeccablebackside · 1 year ago

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what was the queens favorite sexual experience to look back to?

Thanks for the question. I always appreciate new ideas to explore.

For a favoured experience, I doubt that it needs to be particularly (aka objectively) pleasurable or something unusual to be memorable. Obviously it depends on the queen, but most of their favourite sexual experiences to reminisce about are ones that are personally significant rather that specifically exciting. If you are thinking something more 'extreme' or rough, maybe dream-like, there are past asks about those too.

I do not have much more to go on about beforehand, so here it is by queen:

Vic's favourite experience was her first time with Plato, and the awakening that rushed through her on that magical night. The care and love he had (and still has) is something that would be impossible to replicate. The infatuation and wanting a physical connection is what steered everything, not the lust of it. The need to embrace someone you love and give yourself to them. It was just so delicate and intimate. Experiencing the sensation of something that is godlike. Something that changes their perception of life and makes them truly feel so alive for the first time. There are reassuring touches, looks, and asks all throughout. They both have that feeling, but especially Plato, where they feel so lucky and in love. There is nothing more beautiful than that.

Rumple's fave experience was the first time she rode Mungo's face. It started off sheepishly as she was sitting on his lap, slowly scooting herself forward and pushing him down. Straddling his face and feeling the way his breath blew against her thighs and heat unlocked a new desire in her that has rarely waned since. Even though she went gingerly at the time, the feel was extraordinary, especially since she found out that Mungo could back up his tongue in more than one way. The incredibly excited look on her tom's face before and after still makes her feel giddy too. Otherwise, she has been privileged enough to enjoy a lot of fun and pleasurable experiences in her time with a number of others. None of them can match the joy she shared with Mungo though.

Tanto has lived many lives and has met countless cats in her existence, but little bests a more recent exchange that was her first time with Rumple. A mutual crush between queens that finally exploded into more. Of all of her experiences, the best one with someone else involved remains that intimate time in her den in a daze of mutual orgasms and feline exploration. It also helped that Rumple more than knows what she was doing.

Cass' fave time oddly does not involve another person. The first time she got a bit more adventurous and heavy handed with some fingering that slowly tuned into hand insertion type fisting, the resulting climax from stretching her beautiful tight and puffy pussy shook her body hard enough she was in tears. Laying on her side, legs together made for each pump to rattle her to her core. Pushing herself to take more opened up (literally) a desire to be fucked hard and deep. That does not even count the dizzying aftershocks she discovered that came from fucking her swollen pussy into overstimulation after such a strong orgasm. Running closely in second place was the first time she had a facial, finding out just how much she relished in being a cumslut.

Bomba's fave time was a particularly lustful threesome with Tugger and Misto. Having been part of that world once or twice beforehand as they settled into their new relationship, this time all three left their shyness aside as they met for an all-out fuckfest. A 'sandwhich' so-to-speak, where Tugger was fucking her while being fucked himself was a fun experience for her, and being the only queen made for some experimentation between the three of them as the night went on.

Deme has two that she loves equally in her mind. The first was a fiery encounter with Mac when he was a little more heated than usual. A near feral fuckfest where he showed his prowess and made her cum the hardest she ever had up to that point. The second time was a passionate relinquishing of herself to Munk where they both truly connected on a physical and spiritual level of love and lust for the first proper time. Being cared for so deeply for the first time ever like that made the sex one to remember, especially when her man emptied himself into her with a huge creampie. She still daydreams about both times, and what they respectively offered.

Jenny's fave experience was a particularly energetic affair with a hungry Busto that involved foodplay and enough shared eating oral fun to easily shoot up to one of her favourite encounters. Specifically, being held down and helpless while she was fingering and licked ensured her pleasure was maximized. The way he ate her out that day is something she has never felt matched since, even with repeat performances. He literally licked and sucked the soul out of her pussy enough that she could not walk after from being so weakened.

Jelly's fave experience, and likely best time, was one of her first times dressed as Griddle being absolutely (nicely, but roughly) ravaged, railed, and rammed. She was manhandled really good by someone who was utterly set on fucking the life out of the exotic amore. It was a wildness needing to be experienced, and she let all her 'traditional' reservations fly to the wind as she tried new things and threw her weight around too. The liberation it represented still enpowers her.

#if you want a more detailed run-down of any of these let me know and i can expand on them for you #the platoria one will always be a thing for me #there is a beauty in that encounter that is the absolute peak of why this thirst blog exists #plus i legit feel like background fucknugget Plato sometimes where i am yearning for something i cannot have #just me projecting always #keep the asks coming

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glenpowcll · 3 months ago

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i'll take your word, cap! how could one not swoon over 2022's sexiest man alive? how could one not know about them? they really made them eyes pop and hug them muscles of yours wonderfully. had an absolute blast and every crew member and cast mate became family. definitely jealous you got to work with him because he is definitely on the bucket list. definitely would have geeked out being in the dudes presence. man, it's in the works but you know tom cruise. it took 36 years for top gun maverick to be released and it took perfecting the script to make it worth it. especially touching on such an iconic film from 1986. we are working on it and can't wait to get back on set for the third one. oh shucks! stop paying me all these wonderful compliments. not sure if i can handle taking them for much longer without exploding from pure joy. when's your next film though? besides the one with the rock. are there any other ones you have hiding up your sleeve?

Haha, trust me, I’ve got the right Glen! Powell Sr. might be good, but he’s not stealing your spotlight. And man, thanks for that—I appreciate it. But come on, swooning over me? And you know about those knitted sweatshirts? You’re gonna make me blush here. Sounds like you had an absolute blast on set! Those are the best kinds of projects, the ones where it never feels like work. I’ve been good though, just keeping busy. Yeah, I’ve got this film coming out with The Rock—honestly, the guy’s a legend. Working with him was unreal. And yeah, it’s hard not to stare at him, the guy’s built like a damn superhero haha But hey, I held it together… for the most part. Now I’m sure you know this question is coming from me - but when are we getting another top gun movie?! Seriously that movie was the fucking best. I find myself always gravitating to watch it. Doesn’t help that you’re so damn dreamy too haha

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breaniebree · 2 years ago

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Quick Sneak Peeks/Taunts At the Final Chapters of ASC

Chapter 343 — The One With the News

The curtains were pulled open and Harry and Neville each stood there, holding a pillow. Before either of them could move, pillows beat them over the head until they were laughing and on the floor, shoving them off. Feathers exploded out of one and Neville spit a feather out of his mouth.

Chapter 344 — The One With the Last Hurrah

“Eight!” Ron shouted. “Nine if you count the green of his new one.” He grabbed Harry’s wrist and held it up. “This wanker actually tattooed my sister’s name onto his body!”

Harry blushed, pulling his arm away. “Hey! I love her.”

Ron shook his head. “Soppy wanker.”

Chapter 345 — The One With No Pressure

“And we need to make more of a plan because my parents are going to have questions.”

“A plan? We have a plan. We’re going to raise these babies together.”

“A more detailed plan,” Fiadh corrected. “We should talk about moving in together.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Fred demanded. “I want you to move in with me. You know that.”

“I know, but maybe we should look for a bigger place. This flat isn’t exactly baby proof.”

Fred frowned. “What’s wrong with my bachelor pad?”

Fiadh’s lips curved. “For starters, the fact that it’s a bachelor pad.”

Chapter 346 — The One Where We’re Not Gonna Take It

Operation Kill the Sodding Bastard was finally bloody here.

Chapter 347 — The One Where This Is Our Life, This Is Our Home

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wasn’t sure if he would have believed it. Canadian geese, with their long necks and wide wings, were honking and chasing Death Eaters down in front of the castle.

Chapter 348 — The One With Operation Kill the Sodding Bastard

Someone huge tackled him to the ground and he grunted as his breath was stolen from him. His breath came out in a loud whoosh as he looked up into the face of Goyle in surprise.

“Goyle, what the fuck?”

Before Goyle could answer, a red spark hit the ground near Theo’s head and he winced. Goyle rolled him before he pulled him to his feet. When Theo looked over, Lestrange was dead and part of the stone from the courtyard had collapsed where Theo had just been standing.

Chapter 349 — The One Where It’s Finally Over

“I’m okay, too.”

“No, you’re not,” she told him, kissing his brow, “but you will be. Take a breath, Harry. Tom’s gone.”

Chapter 350 — The One With the Polka Dot Tie

…people started to applaud him.

“Thank you!” Someone shouted.

“To the Chosen One!”

“To the Conquerer!”

“For he’s a jolly good fellow,” someone began to sing as others joined in.

Harry’s cheeks flushed. He shook some hands and spoke to few people in earnest before he managed to sneak out, the sounds of people still chanting his name, echoing in his ears.

Chapter 351 — The One With the Dance in the Rain

He stayed seated on the blanket as the warm spring rain fell and just watched her. Her long red hair was soaked to her back, to her neck. Long strands were stuck to her face and he watched her twirl and laugh, face upturned towards the sky. Her brown eyes were alight in pure joy and he clambered to his feet to grab her hands.

She shrieked in delight when he spun her into a dance. Her eyes lit up as the lightning glimmered across the sky and the tempo of the rain increased. Neither of them spoke as they stood there, swaying in the warm rain. When she stood on her toes, sliding her hands up his chest to kiss him, he tasted the rain on her skin.

Chapter 352 — The One With the Blow Jobs

Harry caught sight of his girlfriend’s red hair by the snack table and hurried over to her. He grabbed two of the shots from the tray the house elves were passing around. They each had a dollop of what looked like whipped cream on top and looked like a rather delicious dessert.

“Pudding?” he offered.

Ginny’s lips curved. “Blow job.”

Harry choked as he got white cream on his lip. “What?”

“The drink in your hand,” Ginny said, smirking. “Are you all right?”

Chapter 353 — The One Where Life’s About To Get Good

Harry was holding a sleeping Teddy curled up on his shoulder. Teddy’s sweet little face was against his neck where Harry could feel his soft breaths.

Chapter 354 — The One With the Search for the Replies

The sound of Ginny belting out the lyrics to “Shadows of the Night” made him smile. He reached around to turn the burner on low before he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a dance. Ginny laughed, her brown eyes lighting up as he spun her around and pulled her back into his arms. She looped her hands around his neck as they swayed in the kitchen.

“Is this what our life is going to be like? Cooking and dancing together in the kitchen?”

Harry brushed his lips over her ear. “If I have any say in it, absolutely. And I plan on having you for dessert.”

She blushed, her lips forming into a sexy pout that made Harry kiss her again. He let his hand slide over her back, fingers brushing under the tiny string that was across her back barely holding the small triangles over her breasts.

Chapter 355 — The One With the Quinque Annos Consilium

They talked about how she was going to move in after she wrote her NEWTS and spoke more about how they would try to find time for each other while she was at school, making plans to talk on the mirror every night.

Then they would find their way upstairs and make love in the big bed, sometimes in the tub or shower, and fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Harry woke her every morning with his head between her legs and they would have lazy morning sex before going downstairs to make breakfast.

After a week in Barbados of nothing but surfing, sun, and sex, they both felt relaxed and happy. It was how they ended up going down to the magical village called Kaleidoscope Kove which was right along the beach near Bridgetown. It was a very unique place in the sense that all of the buildings did indeed look like a kaleidoscope in bright colours and geometric patterns that looked magical.

They walked hand in hand through bookstores and little boutiques. Harry bought her a pair of earrings in bright crystals and an emerald crystal hoop for the top of her ear. They ate ice cream and ate lunch at a beachside café and then saw the sign for scuba diving and snorkelling.

Chapter 356 — The One With the Dickwad

“Understood,” Harry said. “I got another tattoo.”

Ron’s eyebrow rose. “Please don’t tell me you got my sister’s face tattooed on your arse now?”

Harry chuckled. “Nah, that’s where your name goes.”

Ron snorted.

Harry pulled his tee shirt over his head to show Ron the new tattoo he’d just gotten yesterday. It was three written lines across his left ribs and Ron leaned in closer to read the small black script that said: Teddy, 11th April, 1998.

Ron’s lips curved. “Just like Sirius’.”

Harry nodded, picking up his beer. “He tattooed my name on him after I was born and I wanted to do the same for my godson. It’s even in the same spot.”

Chapter 357 — The One With the Training

“Good morning. I’m Auror Gawain Robards and I’ll be your leader for basic training. Today will be about getting you acquainted and understanding the plan for the next few weeks. As you know, with the war, we have an immediate need for Aurors, which means we’ll be accelerating the coursework a little bit. Basic has been dropped down to three weeks instead of four and you’ll be tested weekly.”

A short blonde witch who was stunningly beautiful raised her wand. “Where will basic training take place, Sir?”

“If you’re patient and listen, you’ll find out.”

The witch looked put out, but she kept her eyes on Auror Robards as she waited for him to continue.

“Basic is all about seeing if you have what it takes to physically be an Auror,” Robards continued. “If you’re looking for a desk job, you’ve come to the wrong place. It will be up to you to keep up on assignments and there will be zero exceptions for late homework or half-arsed work. Not all of you will make it through the next three weeks,” he declared, his eyes narrowing. “Aurors need to be ready to face everything and anything and if you’re not here to give one hundred percent, you might as well walk out right now.”

No one moved and he nodded.

Chapter 358 — The One With the Marble Wall

Ginny smacked him and he laughed. “That’s not the point, Harry! Does everyone think that we’re just randy sots?”

“But we are randy sots.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“Hey, who got who naked first on the cliffs yesterday?” Harry insisted, making her blush.

Chapter 359 — The One With the First Assignment and the Red Moon

Harry and Ron finished at the Academy and were officially presented with A1 badges. The bronze star-shaped badge with the Ministry of Magic emblem rising over the top of the star had a Roman numeral one imposed over the top of the emblem. In the centre of the badge were two crossed wands with a sword between them and around the circle were the three words that Aurors lived by: Honoris, Praesidium, Veritas. At the bottom were the carved Roman numerals of their badge numbers. Harry’s thumb brushed over his in amazement: MMMMCMLXXII. When he looked over at Ron’s, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw his friend’s was only one number off of his MMMMCMLXXIII.

They were to report to Kingsley Shacklebolt Monday morning at eight AM sharp for further instruction. Harry had done as Robards had asked and finished learning all about Fletcher Fleming. Robards had let him sit in on the interrogation of the thief and allowed him to write up part of the final report on his arrest and capture.

Harry was ecstatic. It felt like he was doing real detective work and he loved it. He couldn’t wait to stop being a trainee and be the bottom of the totem pole in the Auror Department as an A1. Nothing sounded cooler in his mind.

Chapter 360 — The One Where It All Comes Full Circle

Robards nodded. “And you destroyed all of them?”

“Yes, Sir. Ron took out the last one in the Battle of Hogwarts, his giant snake, Nagini.”

Robards tapped his fingers on his desk. “Horcruxes are the darkest magic known to man. If he truly split his soul six ways to Sunday, it’s too damaged to ever be properly resurrected.”

“But he still could be?” Harry asked, his heart sinking.

The End!

#the world of asc #harry potter fanfiction #breanie #bonus sneak peek #sneak peek asc #welcome to breanie's world of asc the kismet trilogy #a second chance by breanie #the kismet trilogy part two a second chance by breanie

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hollandsmushroom · 4 years ago

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A Ring and A Chain

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff and proposals.

Summary: Tom wants to replace something of yours but comes up with a conclusion so you can keep your old ones as well.

Word Count: 1610

You awoke to a rose on the pillow next to you, the soft smell enchanting your olfactory senses and drawing you from your peaceful sleep, it was in just enough time to catch the shirtless back of your boyfriend slipping out of the room. You're wrapped around the green stem, bringing the flora to your nose and inhaling deeply, the soft petals rubbing against your nose and making you shiver. The touch reminded you of gentle innocence and wandering through stores as a child trying to find the softest item, it was pure and unmeaning yet somehow filled with love. Your fingers pressed into the soft mattress topper, raising your sleep impaired body from the blankets.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, toes curling as the bare soles met the cold wooden floor, a shiver running through your body at the sudden change in air surrounding it, looking longingly at the pile of blankets on the bed before the sound of the kettle in the kitchen pulled you in the direction. The scent of tea and coffee replaced the lingering aroma of roses on your cheeks. You heard Tom before you saw him, the velvety notes of his humming overwhelming your hearing as you leaned against the door frame. Your body was shrouded with one of Tom’s shirt, the one that he had taken off last night before getting in bed, he was wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the shadow of his hip bone peaking out, making you want to fall to your knees and places feathery kisses along the line of musculature.

His weight shifted from foot to foot, twisting around to face the kitchen island, where two plates with fresh fruit adorning the white porcelain sat. His brown eyes widened, eyebrows raising up his forehead, as he finally became aware of your presence. Your fingers still spinning the rose that had been so kindly placed next to you, he watched your movements as his eyes returned to normal, gaze softening as it went from your hands to your sleepy eyes.

A yawn escaped your lips as you shuffled towards him, he stood still, hands still holding the frying pan that was filled with the pancakes he had lovingly made. Your arms wrapped around his naked torso, nuzzling your cheek against his bare chest, his skin smooth against yours. You huffed contentedly as he set the pan down, his arms encircling you and pulling you tight, lips burying themselves in your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

“I thought you were still asleep” He spoke quietly, eyeing yoru striking features as you continued to cuddle yourself into him.

“Was, but a little cupid woke me up” you giggled, peeling your eyes open to meet his gaze, a smile spreading across your cheeks with how much adoration he was pouring into his stare, a grin quickly spreading to him as well. Leaning in and uniting your lips, it was a soft kiss, yet it still took your breath away. The only noise that filled your ears was the sound of your heart pounding, blood rushing as the world seemed to spin, there was more passion in this one kiss than there had been in any of your other relationships combined. His hands found your cheeks, thumbing over the dips of your orbital bones.

He continued this movement as you pulled apart, foreheads resting against one another as you both tried to catch your breath, everything in you seems to have been poured into that kiss.

“Good morning” he whispered, not wanting to break the serenity that was the atmosphere of the kitsch at the moment.

“Morning” you hum, looking at his eyes in time to catch them cover with a thick layer of fear, pulling back from your embrace, he placed pancakes on the plates and moved them to the other side of the island where two champagne glasses of orange juice sat.

“What is the occasion?” you asked, curious at what made this morning so special.

“Um, let's just eat and then you can see” he assured, kissing your lips tenderly as he moved around the island and pulling out your chair, which you happily accepted, the soft suede of the seat brushing against your bare thighs as you settled in, waiting for Tom to sit down before you started eating.

“How did you sleep?” you spoke before taking your first bite, humming in satisfaction as you rolled your eyes back to show the pleasure this food had caused your taste buds.

“I slept alright, if I’m honest, I just couldn’t get to sleep” he muttered, pulling your hand into his and twisting the rings that sat on your finger around, something he only did when he was really nervous.

“Tom? Are you okay?” you asked, worry overtaking as you turned to face him, he looked terrified, his knee was shaking and he looked like he was about to start sweating.

“Mhmm, I guess I just really need to talk to you about something” his voice was soft, turning his whole body to face you as he slipped something out of his pocket, a small black box.

“Yeah?” you tried to ignore the box, thinking maybe he was upset that an heirloom broke or something but part of you exploded, thinking ‘what if this is what I think it is’.

“Okay, here goes nothing,” he said, more to himself than to you. “Y/n, I love you, and you know that but, something has changed,” he paused, making your heart stop, did he want the small amethyst ring that he had given you years ago back, was he no longer in love with you? Pinky and thumb going to scratch at the metal band that now felt too hot against your skin.

“Last year, when we sat here in the kitchen and we hadn’t slept all night but you decided that you wanted to make breakfast before going to bed, you accidentally dropped the whipped cream on the floor and instead of clean it up or cry you sat down and dipped your strawberries in the part that wasn’t on the floor” he recounted that wild morning where all the both of you did was humor the others eccentricities, tears coming to your eyes in anticipation of what you truly believed to be happening. “I saw you and something in me clicked, all of the other times that we had of just being each other and going on adventures together came back and I realized that there is no one else that I would want to get lemonade with a 2 a.m. after getting late night noodles at that noodle express place in the financial district. Or that I would not have loved the night we found a rave randomly as much as I did if it was with anyone else” Your eyes searched his, tears now streaming down both of your faces. “There is no one in this world I would rather be myself with, you make me feel loved and cherished and like I am perfectly enough at whatever point in time.” he took a deep breath, opening the box to reveal a small ring that was surrounded by something else silver, a chain? “In short, you make my life what I want it to be and I want to spend the rest of my life doing my best to make you feel a fraction of how you make me feel, will you do me the honor and marry me?” he rushed it out but you caught every single word.

“You make me feel everything and more, Tom, of course I will marry you” you sobbed, it was a messy cry, snot on your top lip that you ignored, not caring anymore.

“Oh thank god,” he cried, pressing his lips to yoru in a tearstained kiss, joy radiating off of the both of you. His fingers reader for the small silver chain, placing it in the palm of your open hand making you look at him with eyes that asked what?

“Um, you already have rings on your engagement finger so I figured that you could put them on the chain and wear them around your neck cause they will be replaced” a grin found its place on your lips as he handed you the ring as well.

“I was, uh-hoping that the ring you would wear on you finger would be the engagement ring cause-” you cut off his rambling with your lips, hands wrapping around his neck as you pulled him close once again, you fingers making quick work of removing your other rings before pulling back, showing him your naked finger as you set your other rings aside, the clang of metal on marble beautiful to his ears, a sign of your devotion.

“Would you put it on me?” you questioned, holding the ring he had offered you just moments before out to him.

“Of course” he hummed, taking the ring and sliding it down on your finger before turning around, unclasping the chain and threading it through your past rings.

“Here, let me help you with this as well” his voice was melting you and your throat had closed with emotion, you could only nod. He leaned in, lips on lips again as his hands went around your neck this time, clasping your new jewelry on before pulling back, admiring his now soon to be spouse.

“I love you, future Holland” he mumbled, now fiddling with your engagement ring, but no longer out of anxiety, out of pure excitement.

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lokislytherin · 2 years ago

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ah yes my second favourite genre of jay: superhero (hides my undeveloped chat noir and iron man jays bc as much as i write and enjoy writing jay i really think my brain will explode if i write them all but my brain will also explode if i don't unleash the hcs so yeah)

i am not an artist but i saw your spider jay art i love it may i add some au expansion ideas:

steve hong is the scientist who made the radioactive spider, he brought it home bc he doesn't trust the other researchers but the spider got free, hitched a ride on joy's bag when she left home to visit jay, and bit jay

jay grows his bangs out after being bitten bc sometimes he has the 8 spider eyes, he didn't speak before because of anxiety but now he doesn't speak bc he has spider fangs. yes eldritch jay let's go

you know i wanna see senpai daniel. jae hyung is good and all but i wanna see senpai daniel. jay being an absolute simp for his hot popular journalist/photographer senpai who also happens to get stuck in every single damsel in distress incident you can think of but that also means spider jay gets to save him! daniel senpai thinks spider jay is cool even after the face reveal!

charles choi is norman osborn + ceo of steve hong's rival company, he becomes green goblin and tries to destroy spider jay but spider jay is a smort boi he's just bad at communicating

bonus steve hong as nice!doc ock or tom lee as weird perv!doc ock tom lee would be funnier but i also don't want him trying to look at jay's dick 💀

more on daniel: WHAT IF EDDIE BROCK!DANIEL & VENOM!GUN. daniel is just The Most Unlucky Guy Ever who's also unlucky enough to adopt a cannibalistic violent symbiote. instead of runt symbiote venom we have The Most OP Symbiote Ever venom!gun whose only nerf is being in daniel's body. that or we pull a spideypool with spider jay and daniel who is still the unluckiest guy ever but also Simply Cannot Die

okay everyone BUT: an au where jay is spiderman.

if no one makes art about this, guess i will have to do it myself (i already did, i just want to be dramatic) 😤😤😤

#lookism #jay hong #hong jae yeol #spider jay spider jay he's actually very gay #(to the tune of the spider man song)

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farfromharry · 3 years ago

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Nature is the only way to stop the tears | Singledad!Tom fic

Summary: Tom’s little girl has never cried like this and after hours of it he no longer knows what he’s supposed to do to make it stop. He takes advantage of the girl’s fascination with nature in hopes it’ll stop her crying, and there he meets you.

Word count - 4,502

A/n - this was originally a blurb and now here we are, please enjoy!!

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Tom thought being a dad was insanely difficult. The man had to work his job, care for his less than a year old daughter and take care of his angel of a dog all by himself, and god was it a complicated to juggle. He’d never found anything more rewarding though than being the father of such an amazing little creature, his heart would practically explode every time he so much as looked her way or heard her nonsense babbles; he couldn’t ask for any better love than that.

There were many nights though where it all caught up with him. The sleep deprivation from work and barely sleeping due to the constant cries of his angel were weighing him down, and now having to deal with Scarlett who wouldn’t for the life of him stop crying, it was all too much.

Tom felt like crying himself, god he was right on the verge of tears, and maybe that was why he decided to take Tessa and Scarlett on a walk with him at nearly midnight on a Tuesday.

There was something the little girl loved about nature, and whenever Tom would take her out on walks in the little baby sling, she would lay so contentedly staring at the trees or the flowers they would pass. It often made Tom’s heart swell with joy, a lovesick smile on his face until the pair, or trio if Tessa tagged along, made it back to his flat to settle in for the night.

Lately his trips out of the house had been becoming less and less frequent, all due to the huge workload that was piling up that he had to get done. His boss had been understanding enough that Tom had a very young baby to suddenly look after completely alone, hence allowing him to work from home until something could be sorted, however work was work and it needed to be done with a deadline.

He was reviewing some papers when it all started, the first small cry from the bassinet that was situated in his home office in his old roommate’s room, there was one in nearly every room in the house; Tom’s bedroom, the living room, the office, the kitchen and then her permanent crib in the nursery. The cry simply alerted Tom that she was awake, the man’s head shooting up from where his gaze had been focused on the sheets of paper on his desk.

He tried to coo quietly from where he was sitting, attempting not to break too much of his focus or he’d never get back to it. When that didn’t work and her cries only grew louder, Tom pushed himself from his chair, shuffling over to the small basket like bed and letting her see his face.

He smiled softly, hands reaching for her tiny body to scoop her up and hold her to his chest. One of his large hands rested on her back, covering most of her upper body, while his other gently cradled her head, being sure to hold it properly.

He calmly shushed her, making it known that he was here and she was perfectly okay. “Daddy’s here, I’m here.” His words seemed to do nothing to soften her cries, leading Tom to believe it was something other than just simple discomfort. His lips briefly brushed her forehead in a kiss, making sure she didn’t have a temperature of any kind that was causing her to be much too hot.

Seeing as he wasn’t being pounded by the usual awful smell of a tell tale dirty nappy, he assumed that she didn’t need changing either, not leaving him with many more options to go off of. “What is it, huh? Are you hungry?”

He carried out of the office and directly to the kitchen with him, continuing to bounce her and shush her on his way. His head began to ache from the consistent wailing directly in his ear, but the man pushed his own discomfort aside as the ache in his chest from his baby's cries hurt more.

It was awkward as he attempted to open the fridge, realising he had his hands much too full with a baby. Tom didn’t have it in him to put her down though, concerned that she might think he’d left her, even though that would never be the case. Thankfully she was small enough, and he was strong enough, that he could hold her up with only one arm, palm on her back while his fingers supported her head.

He let out a sigh when he could finally free his other hand, pulling open the fridge to search for the bottle of milk he’d stored in there earlier. All he had to do was heat it up in the microwave and hopefully this would all be over.

“Okay, over here with daddy, come on.” He led them both over to the microwave, popping the baby bottle inside for the set amount of time that he’d memorised over the past four months and then doted on his baby girl, hoping to stop her tears. He pressed multiple kisses to her head, tried rubbing her back and even tried humming a song to her, but no matter what it was she wasn't having it.

“You’re bottle’s gonna be done in a second, angel. Then we’ll see if you’re hungry, yeah?”

His words fell on deaf ears, the girl still showing off her very impressive lung capacity. Tom pulled her tiny body away from his chest for just a few moments so he could look at his daughter's distressed expression. The tears decorating her cheeks pulled another frown from Tom, his thumb coming up to try and wipe them away, even if they were just being replaced by more.

The ding of the microwave pulled him out of his daze, the man shuffling around the kitchen in a haste to try and calm the cries as quickly as he could. He nearly burned the tips of his fingers on the bottle, meaning he had to take a few seconds to run the bottle under the water that came out of the cold tap.

“Alright, here we go,” he whispered, bringing the nub of the bottle up to the baby's lips. Scarlett didn’t seem to like that at all, her head turning away nearly in disgust that caused Tom to sigh. He didn’t want to get frustrated with her, she was only a baby and of course she didn’t have any way to tell him what was wrong, and she also didn’t know how else to express her discomfort, so there was nothing he could really get mad at her for.

“Okay, not hungry. D’you just want daddy to hold you for a little bit?”

So that was exactly what Tom did for the next few hours, even if he had other things to do he decided he couldn’t just leave her alone while she cried. It was getting to the point where Tom didn’t know how much longer he could put up with it. He wanted to call someone for help, someone experienced with these types of things, but he also didn’t want to seem like a bad father; surely he could soothe his own baby, right?

“Lettie please, please stop crying.” He could feel his own tears brewing the longer the poor girl sobbed in his arms, his patience wearing thin, much thinner than usual as his eyes skimmed past the door of the office where he knew a hefty pile of unfinished work waited for him to complete it. “I’m begging you,” he whispered.

He was nearly at his breaking point, and he didn’t know what to do anymore. It’d been hours, nearing midnight already, so calling his mum was definitely off the table. His last, daresay pathetic, attempt at calming her was to take her to the park, let her marvel at the pretty flowers that she was always so enchanted with.

“Let’s go on a walk, hm?” He was just talking to himself, any last grasp at his own sanity as he searched his flat for the baby carrier. It didn’t take too long to find, cluttered with the other countless baby things that he hadn’t had anytime to clear away the past few days. His routine had simply been to care for Scarlett and Tessa, work as long as he could and then go straight back to Lettie and Tess.

He had to lay the girl down in the living room bassinet momentarily while he slipped the baby carrier on his shoulders, over top of his jacket, however she really didn’t like that as her cries seemed to grow impossibly louder. Recently it hadn’t been too cold outside, London for once having nice weather, however he didn’t want to take the chance of letting Scarlett get sick. Like his mum always told him, you can always take layers off but you can’t put them on if you don’t have them. Obviously as a child he’d shown no interest in her parenting words, assuming she was being overprotective, but now as a dad himself, he got it completely.

He found the small beanie of hers sitting along with where he hands his jacket, picking it up along with her tiny coat to dress her in.

“Let’s get you ready then.” He was careful when picking her back up out of the bassinet, taking a seat on the couch and laying the squirming girl in his lap. He slipped the tiny hat on her head, ignoring the way her little hands tried to grab at him, whether saying stop or just blatantly trying to hold her dad, he didn’t know. Next was the coat, and trying to slip her flailing arms into the sleeve was an unnecessarily difficult task that Tom wished would have been easier.

It took a while but he eventually did it, zipping it up and getting ready to slip her into the baby carrier. He was careful with it, making sure her legs went in properly, then her arms until he was certain she was properly secured against his chest.

Now all he needed to do was get Tess on her lead and the three of them could go and take their late night stroll. Scarlett’s cries seemed to have died down a little while being strapped against her dad’s chest, his lips constantly brushing her forehead every few seconds, but she was still letting out those ear splitting wails.

“Tess,” he whistled. “Come here, darling.”

The staffy already had her collar on, meaning all Tom had to do was clip on her red lead. His hand laid on Scarlett’s back through the baby carrier as he leaned down to reach the beautiful pup on the floor, sitting so patiently even if she couldn’t help but wag her tail. Tom clipped on the lead with a smile and a small praise to her, checking he had his phone and keys in his pockets before he left the flat, double checking he’d locked the door behind him.

“Let’s go then, aye?”

Tom pitied his neighbours as he walked down the hall, feeling bad that they’d had to put up with this all night like he had, especially since it wasn’t their baby to deal with. But thankfully over the past few months they’d been the most understanding neighbours he could ask for. Maybe a bottle of wine and some kind of chocolate could be sent around as an apology from him.

It wasn’t until the three got outside, the cold hitting their faces, that Scarlett began to consider calming down, a sense of thanks flooding him.

There were still a few more softer cries, of which he could handle, but all of those came to a halt as the park came into the sight of the girl.

He let out a sigh of relief when the painful cries finally came to a stop, his eyes trailing down to look at his girl. She laid wide eyed as she looked at all the pretty flowers decorating the gates of the park, a tiny smile on her lips while the slight chill of the air nipped at her still wet cheeks.

“D’you like the pretty flowers?” he cooed, gently wiping away her drying tears with his free hand, making sure he still kept an eye on Tessa strutting beside him. “Not as pretty as you, are they bubba?”

She babbled quietly, nearly making out a laugh that had Tom’s heart melting inside his chest, a burst of warmth being sent around his cool body. He watched with heart eyes as she kicked her feet excitedly, an amused smile etching onto his face at the immense love he possessed for his girl. He had never expected five months ago that he’d be a dad, but now looking at the tiny creation in his arms, the tiny version of himself, he couldn’t picture doing anything else with his life.

It wasn’t too much longer before she was finally settling down into the warmth of her dad’s body. “You finally sleepy, angel?” he cooed, leaving a gentle kiss on Scarlett’s beanie covered head. He watched quietly as her eyes began to flutter closed, the weight of them becoming too heavy for her to even try and keep them open any longer. Her head rested against his chest comfortably, listening to the sound of her daddy’s heartbeat to allow her that sleep she’d been needing for hours.

Of course he couldn’t have a moment of peace. Not even seconds later Tessa started aggressively tugging on her lead, forcing Tom’s arm to jolt forward unexpectedly, a jolt big enough that it nearly startled Scarlett awake again. Tom intended to scold the pup for trying to run away, but he wasn’t even given the chance. In the space of his shock and his quick check to make sure his baby was still sleeping he’d manage to accidentally loosen his grip on the dog’s lead. Tessa took that to her advantage and tugged harshly again, managing to pull the lead right out of her owner’s hand.

“Tess, no,” he called, trying to whistle the dog back to him. His calls were easily ignored, the pup running off somewhere in the park. Tom groaned, his head dropping as he let out a frustrated sigh. Just as he was finally getting Lettie to sleep he now had to go and deal with Tessa, and with that his yelling had woken the girl right back up. He cursed under his breath as the girl started to squirm, Tom’s patience beginning to completely run out.

He watched as Tessa ran across the grass, managing to find the only other person in the park besides Tom, sitting alone on the bench on the other side of the field. He sighed, looking down at Scarlett and letting the hand that had been holding Tessa’s lead take hers in his hold. Her tiny hand wrapped around one of his fingers as she watched her dad’s face soften at the sight.

“Let’s go get Tess, aye.”

»»——⍟——««

It was only when Tom got closer he noticed Tessa’s head was in the woman’s lap, her hand stroking the dog’s fur and whispering words of affection to her. He couldn’t help but smile, loving the way his dog was so happily wagging her tail and trying to lick the woman.

“Hi, I’m sorry about her. She managed to get away from me while I was distracted,” he explained. She shook her head with a small giggle, handing the end of the lead back to Tom, but not looking up at his face.

“I-It’s okay, I appreciate the company of such a pretty pup.” He heard the way her voice shook while she spoke, and the small crack in her words that she tried to cover up by clearing her throat. His only assumption was that she’d been crying and after the night he’d had he wasn’t sure if he could physically deal with anymore crying, but he didn’t want to leave her in the dark, vulnerable and sad.

“Hey, um. Are you alright?” he asked, a hint of concern in his eyes as he looked at the way your body hunched over, quiet sniffles coming from you every few seconds. You were quick to wipe your eyes, turning to face the man who was now closely holding the dog’s collar, a small baby strapped to his chest too you noticed.

“Yeah, I-” You could see he wasn’t believing a word you were saying. “No, no I’m not.”

You didn’t know why you felt like you could confide in the man, whether it was the really cute dog he had, or if it was just because he’d taken the time to actually ask if you were okay. But something in your heart told you he’d be willing to listen. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about a stranger’s relationship problems.”

He hummed quietly, asking if he could take a seat next to you on the bench. You agreed of course, not wanting to be rude, moving over so he could sit down. Only then did you notice the baby in the baby carrier strapped to his chest, but decided to let him talk first before you asked him any personal questions.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked. The question took you slightly off guard, you expected him to just reassure you that he didn’t mind listening to you, but here he was changing the subject altogether. You still indulged though. “Y/N. You?”

He smiled, holding his hand that had previously been situated underneath Scarlett’s body out to you. “I’m Tom.” You shook his hand with a small smile, getting a better glimpse of his face now that you were closer together. “Now we aren’t strangers anymore.” There was a cheeky smile on his face as you put together the pieces, a scoff slipping past your lips as you realised what he’d done.

“And who’s this?” you asked, sending a warm smile to the little bub that was strapped to her dad’s chest. Her legs kicked excitedly at the attention, babbles of nonsense falling from her lips that made no sense to either you nor Tom. You still entertained her though, gasping at her noises and making comments like ‘no way,’ every now and then.

The young dad was entranced with you, watching you like you weren’t even from this world, like you were an angel of some sort that had come down from heaven to grace him with your purity. Even with the streaks of smudged mascara on your cheeks and the dried tears that were the only evidence of your sad mood, you looked utterly gorgeous for him, and he would be honoured to be able to see that smile whenever he wanted.

“This is Scarlett. My daughter.”

You were sure you felt whatever was left of your heart shatter in your chest, but the smile on your face didn’t let the man know that. “You and your wife must be really proud,” you commented. You didn’t know if you were doing it out of spite or if you were trying to delve deeper to figure out if he truly wasn’t single. No wedding ring on his finger wasn’t enough information.

“Oh no, I um, I’m not married,” he said, a light flush taking over his face that could only just be seen in the darkness of the night. You made a small oh noise, trying to ignore the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. “Girlfriend?” you asked.

He shook his head again and your eyebrows furrowed. Surely a man this good looking and this generous couldn’t be single. “Boyfriend?” you asked. He chuckled, shaking his head no. It looked to you as if Tom was finding your confusion amusing, so he clearly didn’t plan on making this easy.

“Ex wife? Widow? Husband?” The smile on his face was growing wider as you reeled off more and more possibilities, each of which he shook his head to. “Come on, help me out here.”

He grinned, nodding his head. “There’s no one,” he stated. “‘S just me and Scarlett. And Tessa of course.” The look on your face twisted to one of shock, and now it was Tom’s turn to furrow his brows at you in a way that silently told you he needed you to explain your reason for this sudden shock.

“Just thought a man as attractive as you wouldn’t be single.” He felt himself blush a deeper shade of red, the confidence you had in your flirting taking him off guard. He tried to shake it off so he wouldn’t look silly, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You chuckled quietly at how you’d managed to make him speechless, but you pitied him enough to thankfully change the subject.

“So, before I tell you my sob story. Why are you out here?”

He smiled softly and dropped his head to look at Scarlett. You noticed the utter amount of love in his gaze and it managed to warm your heart. Even not knowing the man, a complete stranger other than knowing his name, you knew how immensely he loved his daughter.

“Well, Scarlett here wouldn’t stop crying, had been trying for hours,” he said. “And she loves nature and all the flowers, so it was my last resort pretty much.”

You nodded her head along with the story. “Nature’s the only way to stop the tears when it comes to her.”

There was a momentary silence where you tried to picture this perfect little girl ever causing her dad such problems. From what you’d seen over the short time she’d be an angel, a very happy angel at that, but finding out she was actually able to trick her dad into taking her outside even at such a young age was rather amusing to you. “So, now you know my story, what’s yours?”

You took a deep inhale, turning your head to look at the father with a gentle smile.

“You know, the usual bad day at work that leads to discovering a cheating boyfriend,” you said casually. His jaw slacked slightly and his lips were quick to curve into a frown. If you were both being honest you didn’t really need to say anymore than that, a hard day was a good explanation but finding out about a cheating partner was perfectly self explanatory.

“Like Scarlett here, nature’s the only way to stop my tears,” you said through a tight lipped smile, gently stroking the girl’s chubby cheek.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m really sorry,” he said, offering you a smile that tugged at your heart strings. It just looked so innocent and it did something to you that you couldn’t understand. However you wanted to understand, and right now in this state you’d probably give anything to. “Thank you, Tom.”

»»——⍟——««

Your little visit to the park with Tom, Tessa and Scarlett managed to become an unscheduled ritual. Sometimes Tom would come after a long day of work and find you already sitting there, almost like you were waiting for him. Sometimes you’d come to relax and find him there doting on his angel girl and you’d be forced, well you were actually the one that offered, to share your snacks with him.

Around the third week of this happening you finally spoke up, wanting to know what this actually was. You didn’t expect anything from the man, he had a child to care for after all, and you were still trying to deal with adjusting to single life after your breakup, so dating wasn’t exactly a priority for either of you anymore, but you hoped this would go somewhere at least.

Today the two of you had actually managed to bump into each other as you both entered the park, a shared laugh between you both at the coincidence before you bent down to greet Scarlett. He’d decided on just carrying her today, so she was much more squirmy as you greeted her.

The two of you walked side by side along the path of the park in a comfortable silence, something you’d both grown accustomed to over the last few weeks. Your hands would occasionally brush, and you had to try to bite back your smile so you didn’t give too much of your feelings away, you wanted those to be a surprise during the talk you were planning on having with the young man.

Once the two of you were settled down on your regular bench, you took a deep breath and turned to face the man you’d become very fond of recently. He felt you staring before you’d even said anything, drawing his attention away from his little love to give it to you.

“You okay?” he asked, placing his hand over the top of yours. You felt the simple gesture settle quite a lot of your nerves, but you still didn’t answer his question. “Can I ask you something?”

He nodded his head, eyes settled on your form where he could see obvious signs of hesitance.

“What is this? What are we?”

The question surprised him slightly. He thought Scarlett would’ve been enough to put you off having any romantic feelings for him, as it had done previously, but clearly that wasn’t the case. He didn’t really know what to say, he’d be happy to sweep you off your feet and announce to the world right now that you were his girlfriend, but although you progressed from a few weeks ago, he knew you were still hurting from your breakup.

“I like you Y/N, I do, and I really like spending time with you,” he began. You felt your heart sink as you sensed a but was coming, and that it wasn’t going to be anything good. “But, I know you’re still hurting, and I think we need to make sure you’re completely ready before anything happens between us.” That wasn’t quite what you expected to hear, but he was right, you were broken and you needed to heal, but maybe Tom would be the person to heal you.

“Yeah, yeah I think that’s a good idea.” You couldn’t help but grin at the concept of getting to have something with Tom, and it clearly excited the man too as he replicated your expression. His hand raised to cup your cheek softly, his thumb trailing over your bottom lip while you watched with a peaked interest. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. “Just once.”

You nodded your head, allowing him to ever so lightly press his lips on yours in a quick peck, still being mindful of the baby in his arms of course.

“I promise I’m gonna help you heal,” he said, resting his forehead against yours.

“And I’ll help you when not even nature can stop her tears.”

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What Baby??

Summary: Dating the leader of the toughest gang in London was bound to gain you enemies. So after one particular encounter Y/N in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news

Pairing: Mob!Tom x reader

Warning: Car crash, slight mention of violence

Word count: 1453

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The day started off so normal. Well as normal as it gets for the Mobster’s girlfriend. The morning was filled with boring meetings that you spent half asleep in your boyfriend's lap. Your head resting on his shoulder as his hand rubbed your thigh as a way to stay calm. But towards the afternoon you were bored with the constant meetings that had nothing to do with you. As the room began to fill up again you got up from Tom’s lap. “What’s wrong love?” He looked up worried

You shook your head bending down to give him a kiss, “I’m going shopping”. He nodded his head in understanding. “Take Harry with you”

You rolled your eyes at how protective he was but didn’t argue as Harry stood from his spot at the table. After you got changed you met Harry in the garage. He stood by the black range rover waiting for you to get in the passenger side. “Harry when are you gonna let me drive?”

He looked at you and laughed, “Not after last time, you almost killed us”. You faked a shocked expression, “The speed limit is a suggestion”

He rolled his eyes and pulled out the driveway. Harry already knew your usual shopping spots considering you and him went shopping together at least once a week. It was fun to be with Harry. He was like the older brother you never had. It also helped that he always knew all the information that Tom didn’t tell you.

“So Harry” You turned towards him as he stared on the road, “Tom’s been so on edge lately. Any idea why?”

He glanced at you before looking at the road, “Y/N I love you but I'm not telling you anything”. You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. “Oh come on I just want to help him relax but I can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on”

Harry sighed, “I’m only telling you this because I care about my brother” he stopped at the red light and turned to you. “Tom’s currently fighting with another Mob and they have a history of being extremely violent so he’s just worried for the family”

You sat in your seat trying to think of something to say. Terrible thoughts entered your head, “Oh”. Now you understood why Tom brushed you off every time you asked him about how stressed he was. “Don’t worry I know Tom he can fix this. I have faith in him”

Harry chuckled and parked the car. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. You’re overthinking now” You smiled, “Nothing a little retail therapy can’t fix”. He chuckled as you both got out of the car and walked into the expensive stores.

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“We need to go out soon because I need an excuse to wear those shoes” You joked as you put the shopping bags in the trunk of the car.

“Your feet are gonna hurt before the end of the night” Harry joked as he got into the driver side. You sat in the passenger seat fixing your lipgloss as he pulled out the parking spot and began driving home. You rolled your eyes at how slow he drove. “Harry you drive like a grandma, speed up”

He smirked and glanced at you, “Like this?” The car suddenly sped up. The monitor going from 45 to 90 in a matter of seconds. You were glad there were no cars on the long road. “Faster” You shouted as you turned up the music. He chuckled a sped up a little more, now going 95 mph.

As you got closer to the crowded street you began to wonder why he hadn’t slowed down. Turning to him you saw a look of worry on his face, “Harry slow down” You begged

“I can’t” he shouted repeatedly stomping his foot on the break, “The breaks aren’t working”

Your eyes widened in fear. “Put your seatbelt on” He shouted, still trying to get the car to work correctly. You did as you were told, putting the seat belt on before turning to him, the car began to swerve uncontrollably off the road into the line of trees. You grabbed his hand wanting some sort of comfort as the car hit the tree.

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Everything around you was blurry and white. It took you a few minutes to realize you were in the hospital only coming to the realization when you tried to move. The IV hurt more every time you tried to move. When you finally sat up your head felt like it was going to explode. You grabbed your glasses from the nightstand by your table hoping they would relieve your headache.

“Oh thank god you're up” You heard your boyfriend's worried voice fill the room as you turned to look at him. He looked terrible like he hadn’t slept at all. “I was so worried about you”

He went to pull you in for a hug but stopped realizing you were in pain, “I’ll tell the nurse you’re awake” He rushed out the room returning moments later with the nurse. She checked your IV and grabbed the clipboard by the bed before leaving to get the doctor.

You turned to Tom, “What happened? How long have I been here?”

He sat at the edge of the bed, his hand rubbing your shin through the thin blanket. “You’ve been here for a few hours'' he looked at his phone then back at you, “car crashed”

“What about my shoes?” you joked hoping it would lighten the mood in the room. He chuckled, “only you would think about shoes when your stuck in a hospital bed with a broken leg and a concussion”

You smiled, “They were nice shoes”. He sighed looking at you, “The brakes on the car were cut and that’s why Harry couldn’t stop the car.”

You sat up pulling the blanket off, “I have to go see Harry” Tom grabbed your arm stopping you from jumping out the bed, “Harry is completely fine the car crashed more on your side so you suffered more damage”

He looked at the door then back at you, “nothing but a broken wrist and a few bruises for him”. You took a deep breath before sitting back into the bed. Tom ran his hands through his hair as tears began to form in his eyes. “I don’t know what I would do without you guys”

You reached to hug him holding his head to your chest. “Don’t worry everything is okay”

“This is my fault” Tears travelled down his cheeks and he shook his head in shame, “I should’ve been with you”

“Tom stop” You lifted his head, “Look things like this happen and I know that you’ll make sure they never happen again” You kissed him softly, “I love you”. You wiped his tear away before kissing him again, “I love you too” He whispered holding you closer. You laid in each other's arms for a few minutes before the doctor entered the room.

“Ah Mrs. Holland” Even though you weren’t married to Tom everyone still called you that, “I'm glad you’re awake”. Tom got up from besides you staring at the doctor. “It seems I have good news and bad”

He looked at your file before looking between you and Tom. “bad news first” You demanded wanting to get it over with.

“Well you’re going to be on bedrest for a couple months while you recover”. You sighed knowing that bedrest is going to drive you insane.

“And the good news?” Tom asked as he grabbed your hand. The doctor smiled, “Your baby is perfectly fine” Your eyes widened in shock. You and Tom looked at each other before slowly looking back at the doctor. “What baby?” You both shouted at the same time

The doctor chuckled nervously, “You’re 3 months pregnant”

“No no no I can’t be pregnant” You said in disbelief, “I’ve been getting my period and we use condoms plus I'm on birth control” You tried to think of any flaw in his facts.

“Well there was that one time” Tom said quietly. Your head shot towards him, “What time?”

“3 months ago, that would’ve been your birthday” Your eyes widened as you remembered how drunk you both were on your birthday. There were no more condoms but you too were too in the moment to care.

“Omg my god I’m pregnant” You said in shock before reality hit, “OMG IM PREGNANT”

All the pain had temporarily been forgotten as you jumped to hug Tom tears of joy falling down both your faces. The doctor chuckled, “I’ll go tell your family they can see you now”

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