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hollytoshaw · 13 days

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hiiii! i love your work and i just wanted to request a harry insta au but reader is american, all kinda inspired by “so american” by olivia rodrigo. thank you sm!💐💘

omg hi lovely!!! thank u so much @themirrorballgal !!!! i loveee this song sm so thank u for this idea. hope you enjoy!!! feel like this is a bit shit but i tried lol i'm v british so hope this isn't awfullll & sorry its a bit short!!!! xxx

so american | harry lewis

summary: y/n & harry being an iconic american x guersney duo

face claim: ig : gracie.mckenna_

'Drivin' on the right-side road, he says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes'

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liked by ksi & 490,039 others! y/nusername driving around my favorite place with my favorite boy! tagged wroetoshaw location : brooklyn, new york city

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freyanightingale miss you!!!!

taliamar cuties

faithlouiseak come back to the uk soon <333

wroetoshaw driving on the left>>>

wroetoshaw nyc harder to drive in than london ffs ↳y/nusername stop your whinning u love it

harryxlewisfan stop it harry in nyc !!!!!

w2slover love this duo

ynharryfan mother and father

harryfan1 harry hating america but loving it since y/n>>>

ynharryfan2 pls do a nyc vlog w harry 😭😭😭

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liked by wroetoshaw & 380,026 others! y/nusername first trip to guernsey!!!! tagged wroetoshaw location : alderney, guernsey

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r0sielewis love you girl!!!

taliamar adorable

faithlouiseak omgggg <333

wroetoshaw pretty girl ↳y/nusername ❤️❤️

harryxlewisfan omg mom and dad in guernsey

w2slover Y/N WEARING OG MERCH

ynharryfan harry calling her pretty in the comments i can't

harryfan1 omg she's met his family i can't

ynharryfan2 my usa queen finally made it to the channel islands

'And he's got hands that make hell seem cold, feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote, I wish I wrote'

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liked by wroetoshaw & 380,026 others! y/nusername london archives tagged wroetoshaw location : london, england

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wroetoshaw you know what they say about big hands ↳y/nusername big gloves?

harryxlewisfan HAND SIZE DIFFERENCE

w2slover OMGGGGGGGG

ynharryfan i can't w these twooo

harryfan1 queen is in london towwwwwn

'When he laughs at all my jokes, And he says I'm so American'

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liked by wroetoshaw & 310,029 others! y/nusername alexa play 'all american bitch' by olivia rodrigo location new york, new york city

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freyanightingale come back soon!!!!

taliamar love ur face

faithlouiseak aaahh miss u b

wroetoshaw biggest american bitch ever ↳y/nusername okay guernsey bitch boy

wroetoshaw joke miss you my pfb ↳y/nusername wtf is pfb ↳wroetoshaw my proper fit bird x ↳y/nusername uk slang will be the death of me

harryxlewisfan their interactions>>>>

w2slover nowonder harry's been moody in sidemen vids recently, our queen is back in her homeland 😭😭😭

ynharryfan harry better get in his private jet and fly his ass over to nyc now

harryfan1 how has harry bagged himself y/n

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liked by callux and 810,560 others wroetoshaw little miss america tagged y/nusername

zerkaa she's turned you soft

y/nusername love u my guernsey boy💙💙💙

miniminter cringe

sidemanxfan HARRY POSTING???

harryxlewisfan my faves

w2slover little miss queen of america more like

ynharryfan not a day goes by where i'm not jel of what these two have omg

sidemenfan2 logan x ksi got nothing on this duo

a/n: hope this is okay. thanks for all the love on my other works you're all fab and i love making these, i know i said i'd stop the social media au's for a while but they're so fun to make and don't take that long so i'm obsessed lol

#w2s #wroetoshaw #w2s x reader #harry wroetoshaw #harry lewis #harry w2s #sidemen #w2s fic #w2s imagine #wroetoshaw imagine #wroetoshaw oneshot #hollytoshaw #chris md #arthurtv #sidemen x reader #requests

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sidemenxyn · 7 months

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Hey would u be down to do a platonic Sidemen fic??? Like she's a bit younger than them (maybe like 19-20?) and she's also a youtuber and it's just like headcannons on their friendships???

Yes of course! Hope you enjoy this!

Sidemen x Y/n (Afab) (Guernsey reader)

Tw: slight language (like one or two words)

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How you all met was because you practically came with Harry. Like a pack of beer or a pack of sweets, you came with the package aka Harry.

Since you weren’t shy at all, you were able to get along with the boys. You helped them record their first lot of videos and encouraged them to be their best selves and be the best YouTubers they can be.

So since you were the ‘younger’ one, you were more up with the trends so you’d tell them what the latest ‘video’ could be.

You had different types of friendships with each person. So let’s get into the details!!

First off Josh! Since he’s been with Freya you see them as your non-biological parents. Freya is literally like a mother, she gives you the motherly vibe (in a good way obviously.) and Josh is always there for you like a dad and he’d (plus the boys) would be protective of you. Sometimes he’d teach you things, they may be random things but it’s a way you two would spend time together besides recording things. He’d teach you how to do YouTube, you already knew the basics but he helped you learn even more.

Simon- he felt the most like a big brother, like the out of the ‘family’ you all were he would be the oldest sibling. He thought you football (along side Harry) but you pair would just have a kick-about together in the garden since the boys were filming for their own videos. He would take you to go get food for you all, you were his co-pilot when getting food for you all. When you have a bad day, he’d be the one to vent to. Like he’s a listener rather than a talker so he’d like to listen to you rant and then try and help you find a solution or to comfort you.

JJ- gosh, he was such a wind up! Especially when you lived in the sidemen house. Pranks left right and centre and if they weren’t for you then you two would team up and prank someone else. He would definitely be the type of ‘brother’ you’d have to keep your eye out for. Either play fighting or pranking. But if someone bothers you that’s isn’t in a ice way or isn’t someone you know; best believe he’s buy your side ready to fight the guy or girl who’s harassing you. Since he’s been boxing people don’t want to try and go against him. He’s the type of person who ‘only I can beat up them’ like bus brothers who play fight with their sibling but if someone else tries, expect murder.

Tobi- he was definitely the ‘twin’ type. He knew just from a look or your body language how you felt. He noticed the small details/aneurisms you’d do. If you didn’t do them he knew something was wrong. You talk to him about boy drama, girl drama or whatever drama. He heard all the gossip. He helped you learn to drive since he drives the most and in your opinion the best. Definitely helped you style your clothes or show you what your style could or can be like. Definitely protective of you if you all went clubbing. Since he’s the sober friend, he’d protect you from creeps when you were drunk. Helped you whenever you needed help he was there (so was everyone but he’d usually be the first).

Vikk- he’s was definitely the kindest when it came to meeting you for the first time. Like he’d made sure you were comfortable in any situation possible and always checked up on you. He’d got you into Minecraft and games in general. You didn’t do it as much as the boys but when they’d ask you to join their gta race or Minecraft challenge you’d be amazing at it. Always helped you with anything you’d struggle with. If you choose to do uni or collage and it was online he’d help you if he was free. You guys definitely have a cute friendship.

Ethan- definitely in recent days helped you become more confident in yourself and your body. I mean come on! He had an amazing body transformation so of course he’d help you feel better in your body. You helped Faith and Ethan become the amazing couple they are today. Ethan mentioned that Faith was pretty and you said she liked him and so poof! Relationship created 😂 but he was definitely the more stern and would be a very good friend and role model. You love going over their house and seeing Olive and having some fun with them. Definitely a person you can feel safe with.

Harry- definitely like the younger brother, I mean you grew up with him you knew everything about him and vice-versa. Football video almost every weekend. You two being the dynamic duo of the sidemen video. Both of you being the younger one of the group. Being a girl it helped him be somewhat more confident in himself while talking to women. You two would take the piss out of each other and sometimes Vikk would try and stop it thinking you pair were actually arguing 😂 like siblings and their mother.

You and Harry moved in with Calfreezy and Callux. Let me tell you it was a blast! Something different happened everyday, either it being a cooking video that you’d judge in or Harry making a diss track.

As time moved on Callux moved into his own house and the three of you bought a new apartment (the one Harry had before he moved recently). If you were making a video Cal or Harry would casually walk in and join or when you were streaming and the chat would blow up. You’d be stealing their hoodie left, right and centre. It was comforting if it was just you in the apartment if they were filming outside the apartment. You’d cook them food as you were the best as they quoted. Harry would steal your comfy blankets as Cal would steal your cozy pillows. You lot would most definitely have the ‘bin shoes thing’ like where if you were throwing the rubbish out you’d chuck on Harry’s sliders and go take the bins out. You three definitely doing a cook off in the new apartment.

You all love going and playing seven aside or if not eleven aside. Growing up with these lot, you grew to love football. So playing football with them is fun. Sometimes you’d even see that some random boys would join in if you were low on numbers.

One time you were all playing football with a few random lads. You had scored for your team, on the other team the random lads were losing. So of course they shouted “she can’t play!” So the boys especially Harry, Ethan, Calfreezy and Tobi became protective asking the “why is she a problem?” “Do you have a problem with her?!” So the boys obviously said “yeah! She’s a girl and we are all boys.” So Ethan and Cal started arguing and got them kicked out of the Astro you were playing on. Tobi sarcastically asked “is it cause she’s good and your losing?” The boys walked off losing the argument and then you all decided to carry on and just evened out the teams more.

When you were on the sidemen videos you’d know it was a good video. Like the holiday ones, they were the best cause no matter what team you were in you’d make everyone feel better. Or the hide and seek, you had a thing were if the seeker walked past you’d joke about them and chat shit. Just for a laugh.

If you were having a rough day or something bothered you which ruined your day; Cal and Harry could sense that. So what they’d do is a little ‘spa’ day. So what they’d do was you’d all do some skin care and some face masks. You’d all order some takeout and have a ‘girls night’ so you’d gossip and tell the boys all the drama and they’d get hooked. Then you’d watch a movie or tv show, thats when Harry would be filming cause he isn’t a movie person.

All together they loved you no matter what and everyone adored you for who you were. The fans adored you either it was your own fans or sidemen fans. You’d helped the boy get to where they are now so obviously you all grew a strong relationship with them all and you’d obviously loved them so much! So you can definitely say “I love the boys and they love me!”

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pluralzalpha · 1 year

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OK, what with the coronation coming up, I've seen quite a few posts about the UK, by people who don't quite understand the difference between the UK, Great Britain, England and so on.

Which is fair enough, because it is a bit complicated.

So here's some explanation.

The British Isles is a whole bunch of islands, but the main ones are those two big ones, Great Britain and Ireland.

Great Britain is divided into three countries: England, Scotland and Wales.

The island of Ireland is also divided. The northeastern six counties make up Northern Ireland, which is also sometimes referred to as Ulster, although the traditional province of Ulster is somewhat larger.

England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland make up the larger country of the United Kingdom, a sovereign state. The full name of the state is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, but that's a bit of a mouthful, so generally it's the United Kingdom or the UK.

"Britain" can be used to mean either the island of Great Britain or the UK as a whole. Anyone from the UK is a British national (a Briton or Brit), although many Scots, Northern Irish, and some Welsh don't describe themselves as British because of their political position. There's a strong Scottish independence movement, and the situation in Ireland is complicated, to say the least.

It's very important to remember that England is not the same as Britain, Great Britain or the UK. It is merely part of it. A lot of people use England interchangeably with the broader terms, but this is wrong. Try going to Scotland and saying it's part of England and see how long it takes to get a smack in the face.

The rest of Ireland is an entirely separate country, a sovereign state in its own right. Its official name is simply Ireland, but it's often referred to by its official description, the Republic of Ireland (RoI) for clarity. It can also be called by its Irish name, Eire.

It's not unheard of for the Republic to be referred to as Southern Ireland, but this can cause a lot of offence, and in any case, it's by far the larger part of Ireland and actually reaches further north than Northern Ireland.

King Charles III has the title of King of the United Kingdom. The title King of England is archaic and hasn't actually been used for centuries. He is the sovereign of the UK and has nothing to do with RoI.

There are lots of smaller islands that are part of any of the five countries above, but there are also some more islands just to be confusing.

The Channel Islands aren't even in the map above, because they're closer to France, but they're often grouped in with the British Isles. The largest two, Jersey and Guernsey, are separate countries (Guernsey has some even smaller islands within its territory). They're what's left of the ancient Duchy of Normandy. There's also the Isle of Man, also called Mann, between Great Britain and Ireland.

These three are NOT part of the UK. They are Crown Dependencies, which means they essentially belong to the King, but have seperate governments. The UK has sovereignty over them though, and is responsible for their defence and representation internationally.

The UK and the Crown Dependencies are also legally known as the British Islands (not Isles, as this includes all of Ireland), but no one really uses this except in important international treaty stuff.

See? Perfectly straightforward...

#united kingdom #british isles #england #Scotland #wales #ireland #northern ireland #republic of ireland #guernsey #jersey #isle of man #great britain

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jomiddlemarch · 6 days

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20 questions for writers

Tagged by @asteraceae-blue who is Very Nice Indeed.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 876

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,544,499

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Brace yourselves. Mercy Street, Shadow and Bone, Foyle's War, Poldark, The Last of Us, GLOW, A Discovery of Witches, Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, Shogun, Harry Potter, Downton Abbey, Frozen, Dune, Ted Lasso, Star Wars, The Hour, Sanditon, Leap, Brooklyn 99, Far From The Madding Crowd, Beauty and the Beast, Wonder Woman, Gilmore Girls, Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, The Avengers, Parks and Rec, Betsy-Tacy, Wandavision, Rogue One, The Mandalorian, Bridgerton, Community, Solo, Iron Man, Call the Midwife, Lord Peter Wimsey, Fleabag, The Little Mermaid, Emma, The Guernsey Potato Peel Pie and Literary Society, Timeless, Rebecca, The Age of Innocence, Beecham House, World on Fire, And Then There Were None. A few more but I am tired now.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

what it is to be a thin, crescent moon

A Wife--at daybreak I shall be

Point and Click

Bear with the truths I would tell you now

The subtlest fold of the heart

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do try and answer everyone, even if I just say thanks. I will delete really rude comments, which have fortunately been rare.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I wrote "Because I could not stop for Death" for Mercy Street and killed basically every character at least once, making remaining characters miserable. Except for the last chapter, where I killed the guy we all loathed.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is tough because I mostly write happy endings. I think "But let thy silk twist down" counts as one, because Jed Foster is convinced that Mary is dying or has rejected him and then she surprises him by showing up and locking them into the sitting room. And in GLOW, "everything could yield him pleasure" allows Sam and Ruth to get back together over Christmas.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not very often. It's mostly been in big fandoms (Reylo, Shadow and Bone, I'm looking at you) but it hasn't been a big issue on AO3 or Tumblr. And I'm comfortable deleting and blocking.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, when I feel it's called for. I write grown-up sex scenes, so there are no wacky positions (unless someone talks about how they're going to throw out their back) and sometimes a breastfeeding mother's milk lets down or a woman struggles to have an orgasm. It's pretty vanilla though and all cishet. In the cock v. dick debate, I lean cock. I don't use other euphemisms for male genitals unless someone is quoting a poem. (I'm not sure that has happened but it totally could with me.)

No one in any of my sex scenes has had any bodyscaping and a not insignificant number of times, someone has left their socks on.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

OMG, YES. I love a crossover. Probably my Mercy Street/Sesame Street crossover has to be up there for zaniness. I did put Shadow and Bone characters in AOGG Prince Edward Island and I have also crossed over All Creatures Great and Small vets (James and Tristan) into the Grishaverse.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've been asked for permission but I don't think I gave it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. During the pandemic, there was the Mercy Street Murder Hotel round robin with @tortoisesshells @fericita-s @broadwaybaggins @sagiow @mercurygray and also the Cruise Ship with @sagiow and @fericita-s.

(Pro tip: it's easier if you agree on your murderer BEFORE you start writing but it was fun writing clues that were 50/50 going to be red herrings.)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Given the number of fics I've written for them, I have to say Mary Phinney/Jed Foster but it really could be smart-woman-who-is-underestimated/quippy-guy-who-gets-he's-smart-but-not-as-smart-as-she-is-and-that's-the-turn-on

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

This may make people sad, but I have a hard time seeing my way clear to an ending on "what is it to be a thin crescent moon" largely because I'd have to do some more plotting to get where I'd want to go. It's never say never but the truth is, I originally intended to stop when they got to the Little Palace, so everything after that was basically improv.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at capturing a character's voice and I've often been told my work is poetic, which I appreciate, as I am a poet.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long-form plotting. I love to read it, but I get tired trying to create it and often resort to lily-padding (my own term for jumping from scene to scene.) I overuse the word just. I don't play chess well but I cannot resist writing about gambits.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I try to keep it minimal, since I'm only fluent in English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Mercy Street.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

What is this, Sophie's Freaking Choice? I really like my GLOW zombie road-trip story "Music shall untune the sky" because I gave them a good ride and there was so much angst! "Hope is the thing with feathers" is a fic I wrote for myself, when I was despairing about Real Life and US politics and human rights, where I let Christopher Foyle offer the comfort I desperately wished for.

Tagging @tortoisesshells @fericita-s @sagiow @broadwaybaggins @oldshrewsburyian @orlissa @amarguerite @aloveforjaneausten and @aquitainequeen but anyone else is welcome to hold forth!

#about me #about my fic #it's all on AO3 #if you want to search #sorry no links

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mod-doodles · 8 months

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If Sydcarmy is not meant to be interpreted in a romantic light, why is it easier to make romantic edits of them (with little to no scenes taken out of context) than it is to produce edits of the actual canon romances on the show?? We've just had them in two short seasons with mostly 30 minute long episodes and we've already been given enough incriminating material against them...Like, it's apples and oranges, since one is a film vs. a series and they're two different genres, but peep how many romantic fan edits there are of them compared to let's say Juliet and Dawson from The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society or some other romantic work. If you don't plan on making them romantic then Mr. Storer, Sir, brother-man, babes...then why tf are you giving us so much romantic material? 🥴

Me if Sydcarmy isn't romantic endgame:

‘Oh ye of so little faith…’

(Me a cynic trying to put my faith in a production team that has done little to appease my anxiety)

Is it that they are testing the waters to assess the audiences reaction to the potential romance? Are they trying to protect Ayo from the vitriol fans have been known to spew at black female leads on shows where they are paired romantically with the white male lead? Are they being truthful and this is not going to be the happy ending that I would prefer? Unfortunately only time will tell.

As a optimistic cynic lmao, I’m not only trying to be hopeful and delulu but between the very heavy handed romantic cues, the parallels that we don’t get of any one else on the show and the song they chose to represent season 2 of the show; there’s no doubt in my mind that its not intentional. Is it possible that someone exec can ruin it all sure but I’ll take solace in knowing that FX is the ‘indie HBO’ unlike the CW they tend to take on some pretty risky/non conservative shows.

Another thing is while I don’t think we’ll get them in a relationship unless we’re really lucky; I think it’s more likely that we’ll get a romantic movie ending. Maybe a big final kiss or something version of what we saw at end of s01 that would be heavily suggestive. A lot of writers don’t know how to write past such a high even in the romance genre, thankfully we have fanfics for the happily ever after and beyond.

When all else fails I remember Kasama is the goal, and like Genie said I do see a lot of parallels lolllll, the only important one is that the owners are married and operating the business together!

#kasama is the goal #they are going to be kasama #they are going 'to be together'#its a romantic duck #sydcarmy #the bear #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear meta #carmen x sydney #the bear fx

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bronzeeditsx · 4 months

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Maya fanfic part 12!

sorry I haven’t posted in awhile, I just lost a bit of motivation and had a bit of a writers blank, but I have some more ideas now so the next chapter shouldn’t be as long of a wait. Thank you for your patience. 🫶

The next few days consisted of you doing viewings for your apartment and some one had made an offer.

Turning the key and opening Maya’s door you were greeted firstly by Mocha.

“How did it go?”. Maya asked, watching you bend down to pet him.

“Some one made an offer”. You replied, a smile displayed across your face.

“That’s great”. She said, bringing you into a hug as soon as you stood back up.

“Have you heard anything about the new apartment yet?”.

“No not yet”.

“I’m sure we will soon”.

“Hopefully”.

“Hopefully on your birthday tomorrow”. She said, with a big smile.

“That would be good”.

“It will oldie”. She teased.

“I’m only five months older than you”. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s a long time”. She chuckled.

You laughed and walked into the kitchen to get a snack as you were hungry.

“So what would you like to do tomorrow for your birthday?”. She asked.

“Hmm…we could go to the beach if you want?”. You knew Maya loved the beach and she hasn’t been yet since joining, you wanted to make the day enjoyable for both of you.

“Are you sure? what’s the weather going to be like?” She replied trying to not seem as excited as she really was.

“I think it’s meant to be sunny for a few hours, then it will go cloudy. If it’s too bad we can just walk around the shops for a bit, but it will probably be too cold to go in the sea”.

“Okay, but i’m use to going in the sea whatever temperature”.

“Oh sorry Guernsey girl”. You joked sarcastically. You’ve lived in Manchester your whole life so you only went to the beach if it was summer or if you were on holiday.

She laughed at you slightly pushing your back. This made you slightly hobble to the side due to your cut foot that was still healing.

“Heyy”.

“Have you been hobbling around all day for the viewings?”.

“Slightly”.

She laughed back at you.

“It’s my birthday tomorrow, don’t be mean”.

“I’m only joking”. She replied wrapping her arms around you and softly kissing your neck.

“Hmm”.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow”.

“Okay”. You smiled.

- The next day -

Slowly opening your eyes you realised it was your birthday. Usually you spent past birthday mornings with your family, however this year since you were going out with Maya to the beach earlier on, you were seeing them later for dinner.

Speaking of Maya you looked to the side of you and noticed she wasn’t there. Sighing you realised she was probably already downstairs so you would have to get out your nice warm bed. As soon as you got downstairs you saw Maya making breakfast.

“Good morning”. You said, with a tired smile.

“Morning…no, no I was going to give you this in bed, I didn’t know you were awake”.

“May it’s ok, i’ll just eat it now that i’m here”. You chuckled.

“Are you sure?”. She asked.

“Yes,i’m sure”.

“Alright then, I just thought since it was your birthday…happy birthday!”. She said eventually, too busy focused on preparing breakfast she forgot to say.

“Thank you”. You laughed as she brought you into a hug.

“I’ll give you your presents later”.

“You didn’t have to get me anything”.

“Of course I do, it’s your birthday”.

“Usually I just get bank transfers nowadays”.

“Oh..well not this year”. She smiled, handing you breakfast that she cooked.

“Hmm are you sure you made this, it actually looks nice”. You joked.

“Heyy, i’m an amazing cook”.

“Has anyone told you that?”.

“Well…no, but I think I am”.

You laughed back at her. “Well I think you’re an amazing cook”.

“Aww thanks”. She replied, slightly blushing.

“Do you still want to go to the beach in a few hours?”. You asked.

“Of course, i’ve been excited all day”.

“Aww how cute”.

“I’m not cute”.

“Yes you are”. You chuckled.

- A few hours later -

“I can’t find my bikini anywhere”. You groaned searching through every crevice of Maya’s bedroom and some boxes you haven’t fully unpacked when you said you were going to unpack them a week ago.

“Do you want to open your presents now or later?” Maya asked.

“I don’t care, i’m just trying to find my bikini first”.

“Oh…ok sorry”. She said disheartened.

You brushed a hand along your face. “Maya I didn’t mean it like that, i’m sorry of course I care about what you generously got me. I’m just stressed as we’re already half an hour behind because of me”.

“It’s fine, I understand I shouldn’t have asked you now”.

“No it’s not your fault”. You replied wrapping your arms around her and straddling her lap as she sat on the side of the bed, watching her bedroom become a mess.

“Well if you can’t find your bikini I guess you’ll have to swim naked”. Maya joked.

“I’m not sure if the other people on the beach will like that”.

“But I would”.

“Very funny Le tiss”. You replied, playfully pushing her head to the side.

“Hmm that’s a nickname you’ve not called me before”.

“Well i’ll call it you until we find my bikini”. You said getting off her.

“Well I like it”.

“Of course you do”. You chuckled. “Oh and i’ll open my presents at the beach as we won’t have time now”.

“That’s okay”. She grinned.

You were now in Maya’s car along with her and Mocha as you started your hour long drive to the beach. Eventually you managed to find your bikini that ended up at the pit of the box you typically last looked in.

Luckily the weather was on your side as the sun was creeping through the clouds but it was still quite windy and chilly.

There was a few people along the sandy beach but not many as it was November. Maya walked Mocha as well as carrying the bags as she insisted.

“It’s so nice here”. You said as you lay a blanket out for you both to sit on.

“Yes it is, reminds me of home”. She replied with a big smile. She then let Mocha off his lead as there wasn’t that many people around. He straight away made a break for the sea.

“I can tell someone loves the beach”. You said, watching him splash in the water.

“Yes, whenever I go back to Guernsey with my family we always take him there”. You then looked back to her and she was already undressed ready to go in.

“Someone’s eager”.

“I’ve just not been swimming for awhile”.

“Same to be fair”. You then started to get unchanged, however it was so cold you started shivering finding it hard to even take your t-shirt off.

“C’mon you get used to it after a bit”.

“I dunno it’s too cold, but i don’t want to get my shirt wet”.

She then rubbed both your arms. “It’ll be fine, just stay close to me..you can wear my shirt if you want”.

“N-no i’ll just brave it”.

“You sure?”.

"Yep”. You replied not confidently at all.

Slowly you made it to the shore, dipping your toes in the freezing cold water. Maya quickly merged herself into the water as if it didn’t faze her at all. Cold water swimming is meant to be good for you.

“C’mon it’s not that bad”. She said, holding out a hand.

“Maybe for you”.

“I’ll ease you into it then”:

“Fine”. You replied, holding her hand then slowly going deeper, even though your body fought against it. But unexpectedly she then pulled you up to her quickly submerging your whole body. “Heyy”. You whined as you were in slight shock, however not long later you realised she was right, it wasn’t that bad.

She held your thighs as you wrapped your legs around her, still trying to gain as much heat as you could.

“How are you feeling?”. She asked.

“Well a lot better now i’m next to you”. You chuckled.

“Good”. She replied, however you noticed her eyes were starting to wonder down.

“My eyes are up here”.

“Y-yeah”. She replied, her face starting flush, she couldn’t be discreet at anything to save her life. Instead you lifted her chin up and brought her into a kiss, her hand moving to hold the back of your neck.

“Hmm”. She hummed after you broke the kiss. However not soon after your body started shivering again.

“Do you want to get out now?”.

“If that’s okay”.

“Of course, I don’t mind as long as you’re okay”. She replied, starting to carry you out the water, you still wrapped around her. Mocha then started following you back to your belongings.

“I need to leave in a few hours for my family dinner anyway”.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine”. She replied handing you a towel, but quickly looked you up and down one last time before your towel surrounded you. You just laughed at her, but couldn’t help but do the same.

Unfortunately there was nowhere for you to get changed so you thought you would have to uncomfortably wear your cold, wet swimwear under you clothes until you got home.

“Do you want me to shield you with the towel if you want to get changed, there’s no one else around”.

“Actually that would be good thanks”. Shortly you did the same for her and started packing some things away.

“I’ll give you one present now and the rest later”. Maya said with a big smile.

“Aww thank you, you really didn’t have to ge-“. She covered your mouth before you could finish the sentence.

“Here”. She replied handing it you. You then nervously opened it. She didn’t take her eyes off you, watching for your reaction.

It was a pandora necklace with a heart on it.

“Oh my God Maya this is so beautiful, but they’re so expensive”.

“That doesn’t matter, you deserve it”.

“Are you sure?”.

“Of course i’m sure, let me see it on you”. She clipped it on and as she lay eyes back on you her face lit up.

“You look incredible”.

“Thank you”. You replied, quickly wrapping your arms around her holding her body close. “I love you softie”.

“Love you too”. She replied trying to hide the tears that were nearly falling down her cheeks.

“Aww don’t, cos i’ll start crying now”.

“I-it’s because it’s windy”. She said unconvincingly.

“Yeah right”. You giggled.

She laughed at you whilst wiping her eyes, you doing the same.

“Let’s get some lunch then, i’m hungry”.

“Me too”. You replied, but couldn’t stop smiling.

The rest of the day consisted of you having lunch at a cute coffee shop and walking Mocha around the small village. Before you knew it you were already back at Maya’s.

“Here’s one last present before you leave”. Maya said, with a big grin.

“You’re too kind”. You replied, and starting unwrapping it expecting nothing much. It was a pandora ring that matched the necklace. “Oh my God, Maya I can’t take this, you’ve spent too much”. You said almost in tears again.

“I want you to have it”. She replied, putting it on your finger, it fitted perfectly.

“I don’t know what to say…thank you”. Bringing her into a hug once again.

“I didn’t want to give it to you earlier in case you lost it in the sea”.

“Yes knowing my luck i probably would have”. You laughed.

“Well I hope you have a nice time with your family”.

“Would you like to meet them?”.

“Oh um I dunno, i’ll have to look after Mocha, I do want to at some point though”. She said nervously.

“No it’s fine I understand, but i’m gonna miss you”. You said leaning towards her.

“I’ll miss you too”. She replied, moving her hands down the sides of your dress. You brought her into a kiss, trying to savour every second with her before you leave in a few minutes.

Pulling away your breath taken by her, you watched her face filled with love.

“I should actually go now, I don’t want to be late to my own party”.

“Fine, but promise you’ll come back later, I have something else for you”.

“You got another thing!”.

“Yes”. She smiled.

“Okay, I pinky promise”. You replied linking your little fingers together. She laughed back at you, watching you walk towards the door however you couldn’t help but kiss her goodbye one last time.

“See you later”. She grinned.

“Bye softie”. You hugged her and made your way to your car, she watched until your car had turned the corner and out of sight.

#maya le tissier #muwfc #muwfc imagine #maya le tissier x reader

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insomniac4000 · 20 days

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Hold me closer- W2S.

Prologue

The blonde male sighed as he looked at the girl in front of him. His suitcase sat by his bedroom door, a painful reminder of what was about to happen.

"You can still come with me you know," Harry said to Rebecca who smiled but there was a lot of pain behind her eyes. She shook her head knowing that they were doing the right thing, this was such a head over heart matter but they were doing the right thing, she just kept repeating that over in her head, they were doing the right thing.

Harry was moving to London, his Youtube career was taking off but one of the things that was holding him back a little was the lack of collaborations and lack of opportunities for doing more videos outside. Simply he had outgrown his small home island of Guernsey and it was time for him to grow up and do other things. Rebecca had her own plans, she had scored herself a spot at Manchester university studying Environmental Sciences. Harry was so incredibly proud of her when she told him she got in. When they met in school Harry assumed she was way too clever for him but when they were assigned seats next to each other in science they quickly sparked up a friendship which blossomed into a relationship two years later when they were freshly eighteen and out of school. They went into their relationship knowing that Rebecca was always going to go away at one point and originally they talked about ways to make it work but now with Harry also following his dreams it seemed more and more barriers were put in the way.

"You know I have to go and do my thing, and you have to go and do yours. I love you, I really do but, we're just at two different points in our lives now," Rebecca sounded like a broken record, the couple had this conversation but she kept hammering the point home.

"I'll wait for you," Harry offered, his blue eyes looking low and sad. He was known for his very enthusiastic and animated style of delivery on his videos but in real life he could be quite reserved and shy, especially when it came to the opposite sex.

"For three years?" Rebecca asked, Harry shook his head in understanding, he knew it was a silly thing to say but he was going to miss this girl so much. She was going to miss him too, he was her first love and people say you would never forget them but Harry had such a profound impact on her life she didn't know how she was ever going to forget about him, she didn't WANT to forget about him but she knew she had to.

"This is a lot harder then I thought it would be," Harry admitted. Rebecca snaked her arms around her soon to be ex's waist and he held her tightly.

"It's our last night together, let's try and have a good time, do all of our crying tomorrow."

Harry did indeed leave Guernsey the next day. A young man of nineteen, out on his own in a big city for the first time who has a lot of subscribers and a lot of money spelt out a recipe for disaster and for Harry that was true. He took solace in drugs and started hanging around with some unsavoury Youtubers. Rebecca was called a few times from some genuine Youtuber friends, she did think about visiting of course she was worried about him but she also had deadlines she needed to meet and a part time job in order to pay extortionate rent for a tiny space. It took a week but eventually she relented as she had a free weekend and decided to make a trip to London, Harry being unaware. If he had known he would have made sure everything happened differently.

"Hi, can I help you?" A small girl with brown hair smiled as she answered the door to Harry's apartment. Rebecca swallowed before scrambling to put a sentence together, one of the things her and Harry had in common was they both could stutter sometimes.

"Oh erm, sorry I was just looking for Harry?" Rebecca said as she fiddled with the sleeves of her green parka. The boy in question was lying on the sofa nursing a hangover but even in that state he could recognise that voice anywhere. He jumped up from the sofa ignoring his headache and he couldn't help but smile to see the girl in front of him. She had dyed her hair a light blonde, he wasn't sure he loved it as much as her natural colour but her smile was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Rebecca. What are you doing here?" He asked, taking in the sight of the girl in front of him and wanting to do nothing else but touch her to see if she was real.

"Erm, someone messaged me asking to check if you were okay, but you seem to be," Rebecca replied. Although she knew they had agreed to see other people and she had rebuffed his idea to wait it still hurt to see a little.

"I'm ok. How are you? While you're here did you want to catch up?" Harry asked, glancing very quickly at Katie who knew exactly who the girl at the door was, Harry had told her all about Rebecca.

"No, I mean if you want to I don't want to intrude just. You look tired. Look I'm in town the weekend, you have my number if you wanted to meet up," Rebecca offered. Harry nodded and Rebecca made her excuses and said goodbye, but the message never came.

Future chapters will be posted on my wattpad

#w2s #harry lewis #wroetoshaw #harry lewis x reader #w2s x reader #sidemen #fanfic

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trick or treat! 🧡

A TREAT for you!

A snippet from the 'Mary and Remus steal Harry' AU that may yet see the light of day...

Five years and nine months later, Harry walks into her classroom.

She knows to expect him by then. Or to expect a Harry Potter, in any case, along with the rest of her new batch of Year Threes. Mary had stared at the roster for a solid ten minutes when she’d first received it the week before, blood pounding in her ears, Mrs. Kemp from the next classroom over yammering on about school gossip she should know, being new and all, and have you heard the latest rumors about cracks in Charles and Diana’s marriage?

It was a coincidence. It had to be. Harry Potter was a common enough name, and what would he be doing at a muggle primary school in Surrey, anyway?

It’s not a coincidence.

The first day of class, Mary turns from her chalk and crepe paper board to greet the new students, and there he is. A small brown face in a sea of white, bright green eyes peeking out from behind round sellotaped glasses, hands disappearing into the sleeves of a too-large rugby polo. Her breath catches in her chest, and for a moment she’s eleven years old again, meeting James Potter for the very first time.

But she never knew James at age seven, and even for a much younger child, Harry is small. The too-large clothes don’t help with the overall effect, and the other children take notice. A larger boy with blonde hair and a round face nearly bowls him over in his haste to sit next to his friends, elbowing Harry sharply in the ribs as he passes.

Mary reminds the boy—Dudley, the unfortunate child turns out to be called—about using his words instead of his hands, explains that he has an assigned seat, and pukes when she gets home that night.

Because here are the things—the things she clocks on that very first day:

One. Harry has no friends. The two children assigned to sit on either side of him complain vehemently about the arrangement, and he’s given a wide berth during free play.

Mary doesn’t like to make snap judgments. She remembers her own time at primary, how isolating it was to be a witch, even if she didn’t know the word for it at the time. But even from a young age, Mary had a certain talent for turning her accidental magic into social capital. Little girls are much more witchy and weird than adults like to remember, after all. Little boys, she thinks, aren’t all that different.

But the problem is Dudley Dursley. Mary doesn’t like to make snap judgments, but it’s clear from the off that Dudley and his ring of boys are the instigators in Harry’s isolation. The other children fear them, and it doesn’t seem to matter how much effort she herself puts into encouraging them to be kind. Dudley Dursley and Piers Polkiss and Malcolm Guernsey have decided that Harry is a freak, with his too-big clothes and his brown skin and his propensity for odd things happening in his vicinity, and that was decided years ago.

Which leads into the other thing. Harry’s clothes are too big for him, which means that sleeves have a habit of falling down on the heartbreakingly rare occasion he raises his hand. So it’s difficult, really, to miss the bruises.

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Letters to a sailor

-- This is very different from the fics I usually write but I am reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and I loved that format.

Jake is ooc but what else is new, right? This has not been proofread and I am very tired so hopefully it still makes sense, also Y/N has a name in this one because it’s easier for me to write like that, sorry

I hope this doesn’t hinder your enjoyment of the fic though!

Taglist: mavswife @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1999

EDIT: I have tried to format this but when I post it resets so I am giving up for today and going to bed because it is 2am where I live... --

From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

700 Avenger Ave,

Lemoore, California

United States

20th of December 2019,

Lieutenant,

I have been matched up with you via one of those websites that allow you to send letters to soldiers. I hope you don’t mind that I am writing this to you, although I assume you don’t if you’re on these lists anyway.

My name is Jane (26) and I am a teaching assistant in an elementary school.

It has been so long since I last wrote anyone a letter and I am very rusty, so I hope you don’t mind that this letter is very short. I promise that my next one will be longer.

You will find enclosed in this letter a chocolate bar, it is my favourite. I thought it would be strange to send you something due to arrive for Christmas without including a treat, so there it is. I hope it hasn’t broken in transit, or that if it has, that you can still enjoy it.

As you can see from my address, I live in Texas. I live in Austin, right in the middle of town and about five minutes from the school I work at. Where are you from?

Cordially,

Jane

PS. How did you get the call sign?

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

Jane Falkworth

201 Fairfax Avenue

Austin, Texas

30th of December 2019

Jane,

Hello Jane (26).

My name is Jake (33) and I am a naval pilot.

I actually didn’t know I was on one of those lists, I guess a friend thought I might need the company.

I have to thank you for your letter, it got here right in time for Christmas and I have to say it was a very nice surprise. I especially enjoyed the bar of chocolate you snuck in. I hope it didn’t weigh down the letter too much.

I’m from Texas too!

My family lives on the outskirts of Austin. They write sometimes too but not much, they prefer phone calls or video messages on the computer. My niece writes the most, she’s five and she’s starting to get the hang of making longer sentences. She tells me about her day and she sends me drawings sometimes too. Actually I think her class is doing one of those ‘write-to-a-soldier’ things too.

What do you teach?

Cordially,

Jake

PS. As for the call sign: I am a crummy speller. I miss spelled (missspelled? Miss-spelled?) something in my flight academy essays one too many times, I guess…

I was top of the class in everything except English, and I still make stupid mistakes sometimes. I truly hated that subject and my teacher was a horrible woman with big turtle shell glasses and huge scarves. She looked like Professor Trelawney from Harry Potter, I’m sure you know who that is.

She was a horrible woman and a very strict teacher. I enjoy never having to see her again..

Call signs are never nice but I guess there’s worse. This one is pretty cool if you don’t know the back story.

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From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

9th of January 2020

Lieutenant Jake (33)

You mock me.

I am glad the letter got to you for Christmas and you enjoyed the chocolate. It did weigh it down a little but hey, it’s Christmas!

Did you do much for the occasion or is it just an ordinary day?

What’s flying like?

I haven’t been on planes much and even then it’s only been commercial. I assume that’s about as similar as American Football is to Rugby?

I teach english. You’ll be delighted to know that I too wear big turtle shell glasses and huge scarves. And I have been told I bear a passing resemblance to Emma Thompson on a very good day. However, I am not at all a strict (or a teacher) so I shall not be offended by your description (maybe a little).

How cute of your niece!

My class is also doing this as a writing exercise, that’s how I got the idea, actually.

I am not from Texas. I moved here from London to be with my fiancé. When the engagement failed I had already gotten this job, so I didn’t move back.

So far I like it, even if I understand almost nothing of what some people say and the temperatures are hotter than I care for.

Sincerely,

Jane

PS. I_ _ _ g _ _ _ _ _ _

PPS. It’s misspelled

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

19th of January 2020

Jane,

Christmas was okay. They didn’t do too much but we did get a special meal for Christmas eve (extra dry turkey, cranberry sauce, gravy and overcooked vegetables) and a present. I had hoped my gift would be a promotion but it was a pen instead, yipee.

Flying is hard to describe.

On the one hand it is terrifying and dangerous but it is quickly forgotten when I realise that I can almost touch the clouds.

Flying is freedom. When I’m up in the air I get to feel what so many people have dreamt of feeling, and what two men in North Carolina wanted badly enough that they built a flying death trap in 1903. It is magical.

Also yes, it is very different from commercial flights in that commercial planes don’t usually get shot at and the planes are bigger. Outside of that, flying is flying, isn’t it?

Terribly sorry for my description of Mrs Jones. I must admit we were a horrible bunch of terribly behaved children so she must not have been thrilled to see us in the last hour of every school day. We probably contributed to her bad mood.

Where do you teach?

Sorry to hear about the engagement.

I am glad to hear you like Texas. It can get pretty hot, but it’s December so you should be okay?

How was your Christmas? Did you go back home?

Also where is home?

I have never been to England but I have always wanted to. Maybe I should take leave… I have always wanted to see London and maybe Leicester (I like their soccer team), do you know anywhere else I should visit?

Sincerely,

Jake

PS. I despise you. Is that a capital i or a lowercase L? Is there an E?

PPS. I’m going to ignore your correction. You are mean.

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From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

29th of January 2020

Jake,

Is Christmas really Christmas without dry turkey?

My mother certainly doesn’t seem to think so. Don’t tell her I said that.

Sorry about the promotion but maybe you could use the pen to write a strongly worded letter to your commander.

You may have crummy spelling (you don’t so far) but you certainly have a way with words. That was terribly poetic.

Do you get shot at often? How many seats are in your aircraft?

Also, in response to your question (“Outside of that, flying is flying, isn’t it?”): I don’t know, you tell me.

Mrs Jones?

The teacher I work with is a Mrs Jones, her name is Elisabeth. If it is her you are talking about then I second everything you have said and I must tell you that no, she is just an unpleasant woman. I’m fairly certain she is stealing my lunches too.

Don’t be sorry, he was a prick. Cheated on me with my best friend at our engagement party and told me about it on my birthday the following year. They are getting married in June. I wish them the best, they deserve each other.

Are you in a relationship?

It is still too hot, I want snow.

I stayed here for Christmas and celebrated with a skype call to my family, a large mug of tea and a Hallmark movie (do you think Hallmark movie directors have Chad Michael Murray on speed dial?) while my cats spent the entire day ignoring me.

Home is in Leicester actually. Don’t go, it’s a uni town and there’s nothing there. Although if our paths ever meet I will take you to see them play. It’s football, not soccer.

London is nice but almost always busy. That being said, you absolutely should visit if you can, it’s worth it. The Lake District is very nice, and maybe travel down to Canterbury.

Sincerely,

Jane

PS. Capital i. There is no E.

PPS. How dare you.

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

8th of February 2020

Jane,

I shall write to your mother posthaste, she must know what a terrible daughter you are.

This isn’t Star Trek, I don’t have a commander. I have addressed my strongly worded letter to my Admiral instead. Please look over it and tell me what you think:

“Admiral

Pay me more, I deserve it.

Cordially,

Jake Hangman Seresin.”

I don’t get shot at too often but I wanted to impress you.

I’m on my own in the cockpit, I like it that way.

It’s not too different. The physics is the same, we just have to do everything ourselves and the aircrafts are faster. And, like I previously mentioned, there’s guns.

Elisabeth Jones was my teacher!

Glad to know I was right. Please keep an eye out on my niece, I don’t want her to have as bad a time with Mrs Jones as I did. Her name is Juliette Clark.

Yikes. What a piece of work. Glad to know you’re not too broken-hearted.

No girlfriend for me. My last relationship was with the daughter of a state trooper back in high school. He scared the living daylights out of me and I signed up for the navy soon after. Never really met anyone I wanted to go steady with since then.

Can I be honest? I don’t think I have ever seen snow. Google says it snows on average once every ten years in Texas, so I should have had three snowfalls by now. I don’t know how I missed them all.

Also yes, they definitely have him on speed dial. My sister likes him. Please send a picture of your cat. I need it. I have a dog called Maisie at home, she’s nice enough unless you open the fridge. She will fight you to get to the bacon and she will win.

I will happily accept your offer to see Leicester play. Maybe they might even win. It’s soccer, not football.

Canterbury has been added to the list of places to visit.

What do you think of Birmingham? I have a friend who lives there.

Sorry if this letter is short, we ship out in the morning and I haven’t packed yet. I probably won’t be able to write while I am gone but I will write when I am back. Don’t let that stop you from sending me a letter, they’ll put it in my room when they distribute the mail.

Sincerely,

Jake

PS. Damn. Is there an A?

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From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

18th of February

Jake,

First of all, good luck!

Second of all, did you have to google the word ‘posthaste’?

Third of all, that letter sounds good. Send it and tell me what he replies.

No need to exaggerate, I am already very impressed. Doesn’t it get lonely up there all by yourself? Do you get scared?

Juliet is an angel of a child and I will protect her at all costs. I am not just saying that because she brought me a pack of my favourite snacks last Tuesday, why do you ask?

In all seriousness, I keep an eye out for all of them. I don’t want them to have a bad time in class. How cute of you to ask, though.

What did that state trooper do to scare you off?

‘Going steady’? Goodness gracious, have we gone back to the 50s?

You’ll meet someone, I’m sure. You sound like an absolute catch in your letters, I can only imagine you’re even more charming in person.

Snow is magnificent. It coats everything in a beautiful white blanket and it makes me want to stare out my window for hours on end. I like it best when it is fresh, though, right after it has fallen and right before people can mess it up with their dirty shoes. I don’t mind seeing some animal footprints, though, they make it more magical.

I like Chad Michael Murray, he is dreamy. Your sister has good taste.

A picture of my cats is enclosed but sadly, I could only find one picture and it included me. Can I have a picture of Maisie?

Don’t be too hopeful about Leicester. I pity your friend who lives in Birmingham.

Where were you shipped off to? Did it go well?

Can you even tell me about it?

Sincerely,

Jane

PS. I_ _ _ g _ _ _ a _ _

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

17th of March 2020

Dear Jane,

I did have to google it, sue me.

I sent it, he laughed.

If it’s all the same to you, I would rather forget about flying for a little bit. So, I won’t reply to those questions.

Juliet is so precious. I love her so much.

You sound like a very kind person. I would have liked to have you as my teaching assistant back in the day. Or maybe not, I wouldn’t be talking to anyone now then.

I like our letters. They keep me company. I don’t love books but I reread them often whenever I need something to entertain me. That game of hangman is killing me, I have no idea what it could be, can I have a hint?

I walked in to ask her to prom only to find him cleaning a gun at the kitchen table. He looked me in the eyes with the world’s most evil stare and said “Don’t forget I know how to use one of these, boy. So don’t go hurtin’ my little girl.” I think I ran out the door.

Haha, mock me for my use of ‘going steady’ but admit it, you think it’s sweet.

You flatter me. You’ll find that I am much nicer on paper, I was voted ‘Biggest Jackass’ on base last year. I got a trophy.

I’ve seen snow in movies. It always looks so nice. Kind of like a marshmallow blanket over the world.

Chad Michael Murray is dreamy, I agree. I have been told I look like him, though, so maybe it is just my vanity speaking. I have sent a picture of Maisie and me. I felt it was only fair you knew what I looked like.

Is it appropriate to tell you that I think you look very nice in the picture you sent me? If it isn’t then I won’t tell you. I won’t lie though, I don’t see much Trelawney in you, maybe some Emma Watson.

I have passed on your opinion of Birmingham to my friend, they agree. It has been struck off the travel list.

Sincerely,

Jake

PS. N?

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From Jane Falkworth to Jake Hangman Seresin

27th of March 2020

Dear Jake,

Are you alright?

I am here if you need someone.

I like our letters too. But I am offended by your opinion on books. How can you not love books? I think you simply haven’t found the right one.

My favourite book is Pride and Prejudice, I’m not sure you would like it (It’s a romance) but it got me into reading in my early teens. I was sucked in and now I am very ashamed to say that I am slowly being invaded by paperbacks. I would tidy them but I have never been able to successfully put up an ikea shelf and I don’t know anyone who could help.

You get one hint, either a letter or a definition. You choose.

That is terrifying. I would have run too.

I do think it’s sweet Jake… It annoys me.

Sadly, your attempts at making me dislike you have failed. You are a delight to correspond with and I shall keep on believing so until I meet you and you change my mind. I do think it is hilarious that they sent you a trophy, I would pay to see it.

Maisie is precious and you do look like Chad Michael Murray. Only, you’re buffer and I like you better.

It is entirely appropriate of you to tell me that. I would like you to do so again, in fact. If you’re lucky I might tell you that I think you’re rather handsome yourself.

When are you next in Texas?

We should meet.

Love,

Jane

PS. In _ _ g n _ _ a n _

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

20th of March 2020

Dear Jane,

Meet me at the coffee shop on 2000 E 6th Street on 04/05/2020

I will be waiting for you (with Maisie) at 3 PM.

Don’t be late,

Love,

Jake

PS. I’ll take a definition please. T?

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Jane was unreasonably nervous arriving at the coffee shop. She had been there before but only for a quick pickup during her lunch break in order to scout out the place. The interior was modern, with large leather sofas to sit on and the coffee had been decent.

She knew what Jake looked like thanks to his picture and while she had secretly taken out the picture and studied his face multiple times before he replied to her last letter, she was scared she wouldn’t recognise him. Just to be safe, Jane had brought the picture.

It hadn’t been necessary, Jake was taller than everyone by a foot and twice as handsome. He held a small Jack Russel by a lead and was trying to stop it from running straight into traffic.

She walked up to him and gently tapped his shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me! Hi!” He said with a smile showing a row of colgate white teeth. He looked even more handsome in person, and worst of all, he smelled amazing too.

Jane wasn’t scared to admit that she had developed quite the crush on Jake over the last few months but she was scared to admit how fast her crush was turning into something more. She hadn’t even met the man for a full minute for Christ’s sake.

“You look nice” She said

“Love the accent” He winked “Shall we go inside? I am dying for a cup of coffee”

You followed him in. Clearly, Jake was a regular as Maisie started pulling the lead almost as soon as he had passed the threshold. He tried to herd her into the line to order.

“I swear I had her trained before I left, I don’t know what happened” He chuckled nervously. No matter what, Maisie wouldn’t listen so he gave her to Jane and she gave him her order before following the dog to an empty booth. Jake came back five minutes later with coffees in hand.

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting from the coffee date (was it even a date? Jake had never said so, but it was implied, no?) but this wasn’t entirely it. The conversation was very pleasant and Jake was funny, but Jane was all too happy to let her feelings take the wheel. Her heart fluttered whenever he winked, she felt butterflies whenever he touched her and her brain seemed entirely incapable to think when, after having accompanied her back to her car, Jake had kissed her on the cheek.

Jane had had to have a serious talk with herself at home to remind her to get a grip. She had met Jake a few months ago, and even though they had been exchanging letters every week since, this was still their very first time meeting in the flesh. There was every possibility that Jake simply wasn’t interested in her, and that if he was, her eagerness would push him away.

So, determined not to freak him out, she let Jake write the first letter after their first meeting. It arrived only two days later, with no postage stamp. The idea that Jake had hand delivered it to her was giving her the jitters.

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From Jake Seresin to Jane Falkworth

06th of April 2020

Dearest Jane,

I am a coward.

There were so many things I wanted to tell you when we met that I was able to completely ignore the one thing that mattered: I think I may be in love with you.

I know, I know, we only really met four months ago, but it turns out that it doesn’t take much more than that for me to fall in love.

When I left on the 19th of February I thought it would be an easy mission. Just something run of the mill. But while we flew our way back to the carrier, we were attacked by two enemy planes. We were getting pelted with bullets and I panicked. I thought I was going to die and the thought of leaving your letter without a reply was more distressing to me than it probably should have been. I think I thought I might have a crush on you then.

And then, when I got your picture in the mail, I thought my heart might burst out of my chest. For the first time in my life, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was in love.

I am in love, Jane.

You are a kind, gentle, clever and incredibly funny woman. I value the time we spent writing to each other immensely and I would love for us to get to know each other in person. I understand if you want to take it slow or if you’re not interested at all, but I needed to tell you on the off-chance that you feel the same.

I hope to hear from you again

Yours,

Jake

PS. I asked my sister what she thought and she thinks the word is ‘incognizant’. Are we right?

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#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #original fic #jake seresin #hangman top gun

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hollytoshaw · 25 days

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wedding weekend | harry lewis

summary: y/n & harry tie the knot

face claim: dua lipa (barely tho lol)

a/n: hi!!! this is a anon request i got earlier. super cute so hope you all love it! please keep sending requests in i have no idea what to make next lol. also love love love all the support thank you!

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harry and y/n together with their families invite you to their wedding celebration! saturday june 22nd at 7pm. location : finca la concepcion, marbella.

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liked by behzingagram and 203,103 others! faithlouiseak such an honour to be a bridesmaid at my best friends wedding! congratulations to harry & y/n, love you both so much!! also look how cute my little olive was as her godparent's flower girl!!! 🥺🤍 tagged taliamar, freyanightingale, y/n_username

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As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the room, Harry and Y/n found themselves sprawled across the bed, their laughter echoing in the hair. The balcony doors were wide open with the Spanish heat blowing in and the sound of the waves crashing on the beach filled the room - finally a bit of piece for the pair.

Y/N proped herself up on one elbow, gazing at her dreamy husband with a lopsided smile.

''Harry.'' she began, her words slurred from all the champagne she had drank, ''that was the most perfect day, wasn't it?''

Harry turned to her, pulling at his tie to loosen it (he hated wearing suits). Y/N's eyes shone with affection as she watched him do so, ''One of the best days of my life, I think.''

''One of?'' Y/N snickered, swatting him gently with her hand.

''Well yeah - nothing's going to beat my crossbar challenge with Ronaldo is it,'' he joked, earning another playful hit from his wife.

''Oh shut up you.''

''Only messing,'' he said, pushing a stray hair that had fallen from Y/N's once pristine wedding up do. ''It was the best.''

Y/N's cheeks flushed with warmth. ''It really was, wasnt it?'' she paused, ''And you... you looked so fit in your suit. I couldn't take my eyes off you the whole day.''

And it was true, Harry looked so good at the wedding reception. His cheeks flushed from too much alcohol. Undone cufflinks and rolled up sleeves - Y/N was just in love with this man.

Harry laughed smugly. He loved when she would shower him with compliments. He'd never get over having the fittest woman in the world in his eyes, gush over him 24/7.

''Well, you, were the best looking bride I've ever seen in my life.''

They shared a tender smile, hearts overflowing with love. The memories of their special day were so fresh and danced through their minds. It was a day that would be etched in their hearts forever. Harry seeing Y/N in her dress for the first time, his eyes watering at the sight and Y/N fumbling with her bouquet as she laid eyes on the most handsome man in a black suit she'd ever seen.

''I'm so glad we're finally married,'' Y/N whispered, reaching out to intertwine their hands. ''Just feels like a dream come true.''

''I know, doll.'' Harry replied, squeezing her hand gently. ''Been waiting for this moment since the first time I laid eyes on you.''

With a contented sigh, they settled back onto the bed, their fingers still intertwined. As sleep began to claim them, they whispered words of love and gratitude, their hearts overflowing with happiness.

For Harry and Y/N, their wedding night was just the beginning of a lifetime of love, laughter, and cherished moments together. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that their love would only grow stronger with each passing day, lighting up the darkness and guiding them home to each other's arms.

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krisinthefalklands · 10 months

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It Begins...

"I've applied for a school in the Falklands", Sara tells me. ".... Huh!? Oh? Right... OK", this comes as a bit of a shock to me, we've previously spoken about the possibility of us returning back up north, where the quality of life is better than where we currently are, just outside of 2023's Worst Place To Live, Luton, and where the cost of living is significantly cheaper, but at the same time, I was also somewhat unsurprised, Sara has always had itchy feet (I'm talking about a desire to travel, not a long undiagnosed skin condition) and was ready for a new school to teach at.

We'd previously visited an island with a small population for her to attend an interview weekend, where partners were also invited, and please, do read the next bit in air-quotes, with as much sarcasm as you can muster, "but partners aren't being interviewed, just invited so they can get a feel for the island", sure Jan... and just days before the 2020 COVID-19 lockdown measures were introduced in the UK, we visited the tiny island of Sark in the Channel Islands.

Not only is Sark a tiny island, it also has a tiny population of about 500 people, where people are outnumbered by the sheep, and the coastline is frequented by funny looking black and white birds (just remember this information for later) as puffins can be spotted on the sheer coastal edges of the island in Spring.

During our time on Sark, when Sara wasn't preparing a lesson to give to her potential future class, we went up and down their bustling high street, avoiding the local traffic of tractors, horse and carts and bicycles...there are no cars allowed on Sark (despite how much my friend Victoria keeps suggesting that if you squint, you could mistake a sports car for a small tractor), not that you would need a car given the size of the island! We also had a lovely curry at the seigneur's home with the other candidates, headteacher of the school and his wife, and a few local residents, including the locum GP, who I may have landed in hot water when I was "absolutely not being interviewed" by the island's vicar and his wife.

The current seigneur of Sark is the delightful Christopher Beaumont, the 23rd person to take up the mantle, a former officer in the British Army, but despite his highfalutin sounding status is down to earth, and happy to chat away with visitors to his beautiful gardens, especially about his newly installed solar panels and electric tractor (the first of it's kind on Sark!)

Sadly, it wasn't to be for our dream of a few quiet years on Sark, and we returned to empty streets, loo roll shortages and queues outside supermarkets, as we took our singular government approved walk of the day. Life moved on, just day after day after sodding day. The more things changed, the more things stayed the same.

There were other attempts to move to Sark, the teacher who did get the job decided it wasn't for them and returned to mainland UK. I guess choosing small island life requires a certain kind of hardiness, pig headedness and a desire to be part of a small community who will know everything about you after a certain amount of time. We have those qualities (we hope), but again, the job was offered to another applicant.

So after a couple of attempts of moving to one small island, and it not being successful, I pessimistically assumed it would be the same here, Sara would go for the interview, impress the panel, but there would just be that one sodding person with a smidge more experience, who would get the job and leave us stuck on rainy Brexit island.

The big day came, Sara set off to London for the interview, you see, whilst for Sark they flew us to Guernsey and then put us on the cute little ferry to the small island, the Falklands is a 16 hour flight across the Atlantic, and a bit far to go for an interview, so the interview panel came to the UK, at Falkland House, the Falkland Islands London address, where you can visit to discuss all manner of things, so long as those questions are about the Falkland Islands. Of course, things didn't go smoothly, as her tube decided to stop in the middle of a tunnel between stations, unable to contact the office to say she was delayed as this was a line that did not yet have 4G signal installed throughout, but she did make her interview in the nick of time, and on exit was told she'd hear back within a week.

At this point my pessimism had kicked in. They had clearly given the job to someone else, and we were doomed for another year in the London commuter belt. Another year of eating fish fingers whilst watching Pointless. Another year of breathing in the polluted air from the main road we lived next to. Another year of...

"ring ring¹"... Sara's phone is ringing, it's a +500 number from The Falkland Islands... I listen in...

"Hi, is that Sara?", asks the caller, she confirms, and the voice on the other end replies, "Sorry about the delay in getting back to you, when we arrived we needed to have a week to rest from the exhaustion of flying and to have a think about the candidates we saw. We were really impressed with your"... I could sense the "but", again, I'm a pessimist by nature... "and we'd like to offer you the position of class teacher at the Infant and Junior School starting in September" - for once, my natural glass half empty, cheery outlook on life, was unfounded.

I went to Tesco to get cake to celebrate the news, although the choices were rubbish and I came back with mini Millionaires Shortbread bites rather than actual cake, but now we had to let it sink in that we were going to have a very big journey ahead of us.

What follows is that journey²...

¹it didn't actually go "ring ring", we're millennials and as such our phones are permanently on mute, and just went "vvvvvvb vvvvvvb" but that would have looked like a cat walked across my keyboard if I'd put that.

²It's worth noting up to now, this has mostly been about Sara's journey, but from hereon this will be a shared journey

#Falkland Islands #travel #Travelling

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bookloverpearl · 1 year

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This is not merely the story of Juliet Ashton but the Shared stories of Guernsey Island. When I picked this book two things jerked in my mind. First, the title itself and second, imagining Juliet Ashton! She was drawn, curious to know the formation of society, and its given name and so was I. Confused at the beginning as to whom letters are being written, It was a bit annoying to read. Being not informed about the characters and their role, I was agitated to know who is who. Gradually, it made sense who are dear friends of Juliet Ashton and who are other characters from society- I had to note down(the names). A big reason for the confusion is how on earth someone could be this formal in writing a letter to a friend. It wouldn't have been a problem to guess, otherwise. I loved all the letter exchange conversations back and forth between Juliet and society members, especially John booker, Isola Pribby, Eben and Dawsey Adam. Some were dreadful and teary and fewer puns and boastful. I got this if I'm to write a letter ever would love to peek here and take some motivation to write the best letter wait Ummm compelling one. Those writings were just not exchanges of communication of their whereabouts but dreadful stories of how they survived and clung to hope every day during the war. I'd say Elizabeth's story was genuinely moving. She was the lady of the dare. Her impact was strong and lingering. Her compassion, pure heart, and witty nature brought tears to my eyes. How one could be this selfless yet suffer? Why? Because of her and Amelia society is formed to avoid the dullness of mundane life. They started reading books in the evening slowly gathering in Amelia's home. Everyone was not known to each other at first but sooner they were as close as friends. But Elizabeth's fate was prepped and formed another way up to remain forever Through Kit. What could be happier than a beautiful ending? You see Juliet is compelled by the people of Guernsey and how it turned out that she could become one of them. How Lovely Juliet's friends, Sydney and Sophie were. On top of it, the elite personality of Mr Reynolds Mark wasn't enough to win the heart of Juliet.....👇 https://www.instagram.com/p/CkWObgoSj7g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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kigiom · 2 years

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"Do you believe in ghosts, Tommy?"

The wind whistles outside. Jens is looking at him, that cryptic smile of his gracing his face even as he chews on the end of his pipe.

"I suppose not," Newnham replies, thoughtful. The room smells of smoke, and he feels the pull of the cold through the chinks in his sleeves, slipping in under his collar, like cold fingers. "And you?"

"Of a kind." Jens' voice is rough, his accent thickening like hoarfrost. "I've seen them."

Newnham almost laughs, but as he looks into Jens' shrewd, unreadable eyes the wind utters a scream that makes him wince, sends a chill up his spine.

"You've seen ghosts." For a moment, Newnham is no longer so certain of his own Christian beliefs, that the dead do not rise from their graves. That ghosts are merely follies.

"Oh, yes." Jens stretches his legs out, knocking their feet together as he does so. He waves a hand in Newnham's face. "You English, you're all the same. You don't know the ice. You don't know your own land. Pah, you say, ghosts. What nonsense. You haven't seen a dead whale. You haven't seen its blood all over the ship. Now that's a ghost, not to speak of the ghosts in the ice, in the sea."

"I thought ghosts were merely the unquiet dead?"

"Spirits, they are," Jens declares, and puffs imperiously at his pipe. "Spirits, Thomas. I would bet they are all around this house now. It is cold, and they want to warm themselves. We are warm, don't you see?"

Newnham feels his stomach drop, something heavy settle in his limbs. "Jens-"

Jens laughs in delight, and leans across to slap Newnham's thigh. He leaves his broad, warm hand there. Newnham stares at it, swallows. He feels his pulse rabbiting in his throat; he looks up, out of the window. It's black, icy. There is nothing to see. Jens' hand is seeping warmth into him, up into his stomach.

"Scared?" Jens teases.

With a roll of his eyes, Newnham settles back deeper into his chair. "Of course not."

"Oh, but you should be." Jens' smile has teeth, the edge of a canine. "We had better stay close, you and I, ah, Tommy. So they don't leave us too cold to move."

The fire spits. Jens takes his hand away. Outside, the morning is still black: Newnham wonders how much longer they will be trapped in here. He frowns, and abruptly realises he misses England and its mildly bleak winters. It's likely snowed only an inch, over there, and here he is stuck in a cabin in Norway while the wind howls and the forbidding winter cloaks everything in ice, which a day ago had made everything hard and brilliant, like diamond, but now blots the very sky out into permanent night. Jens had said, don't worry, we won't die, and gone into the next room to fetch dry meat for them to gnaw at while they waited the blizzard out.

It is strange, Newnham reflects, where life brings you. A year ago, he'd been thrown off a ship in a storm, into the black, black sea. A whaling ship on its way back to Hull had found him half-dead, and he had spent a week sharing a stinking berth with one Jens Andersen, the man he owed his life to, the man who spent days rubbing warmth and life back into him.

Jens had taken a liking to him, thankfully. The crew mostly avoid Newnham, but Jens had given him his spare guernsey, only his eyes twinkling in his weathered face when it had been uproariously big on Newnham. He had listened solemnly when Newnham had stammered out his name, Doctor Thomas Newnham, that is, I'm not really a doctor anymore, and with a beguiling serenity had said: to me you are now Tommy. That is what you English call a man named Thomas who is a friend, is it not?

A day away from Hull, he had sat on the berth next to Newnham and silently gone about stitching up the rips in his trousers. His spare pair was on Newnham, who saw with mild embarrassment how the fine hairs on Jens' legs were prickling into goosebumps from the cold.

Jens had been singing something softly, under his breath.

"A lullaby," Jens had smiled when Newnham had asked what it was. "I cannot remember half the words, you know, but I know the tune in my very bones."

They were silent for a moment, and then Jens started humming it again. Silence, again, and then: "You are an interesting man, Tommy. The crew are convinced you were dead, and have been resurrected. That is why they fear you. But I should be sad to be parted with you so soon."

Newnham, startled, had stammered: "I cannot argue that you resurrected me. If I owe you my life, you may as well have done so."

"Ah," Jens smiled again, not looking up from his needlework. "But, Tommy, that would make me a God. And I am no God."

#north northeast #i have yet to name it so. that'll do #im quite proud of the vibes!! it's funky #thomas.docx

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