#I just need to try and get my mum on board first

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TRAVELING HOME | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando travel home for Christmas

wordcount: 1.2k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: read this please, I don’t know when the rest is coming out, I’m writing as fast as I can 🫶🏼

advent calendar

”Lando, do you have everything?“

You two were standing in your hallway with the luggage and backpacks, ready to fly home. Or at least to Lando’s home. This year was the Norris‘ turn of hosting the Christmas dinner and morning, your family would join you tomorrow.

”I think so.“

”You think or you know?“

”Uhm, I think that I know.“

”I‘m gonna check again.“

You shook your head with a smile, you were anxious. Anxious that you would forget something, you didn’t care about clothes because you could borrow some from Lando, but if you would forget a present, that would be fatal. You couldn’t exactly just pop over and get it, so you check at least five times if you packed them, before closing the suitcase. For one last time, you went into the guest room to check it for remaining presents, the bed was empty, under the bed too, just like the closet and the floor. The guest room was where you kept every present and wrapped them too, Lando didn’t help you at all with the wrapping, but you knew he wasn’t good at it.

The first two Christmas you got presents that were self-wrapped, and boy did they look funny, the wrapping was all over the place and it was more wonky than straight, and let’s not start with the amount of tape he used to secure the paper. Now he gets it wrapped immediately in the store he buys it from, or lets his mum wrap it. You always told him you didn’t care what it looked like wrapped, as long it came from the heart, but he was fed up with Oliver making fun of his (non-existent) skills.

After double-checking the guest room, and the office, because you had to make sure no one placed anything there, you went back to Lando to the hallway and grabbed your suitcase after pulling on your winter jacket.

”Do you really have anything? Toothbrush?“

”Put it in my bag this morning.“

”Underwear?“

”I brought enough, I hope you didn’t bring any, makes it more thrilling.“

”Gross! Beanies?“

”More than enough. Calm down, will you? We’re flying to my parents, they have stuff from me still in my room, and even you‘ve left clothes there.“

You let out a shaky breath.

Lando opened his arms and you fell into them, holding him close to you. You wanted everything to be perfect, you loved Christmas and it should run smoothly.

”But we really have to leave now.“

You nodded and let go of him, opening the door and walking through it, Lando locked the door and you stepped into the elevator. Outside of your building, a taxi was waiting for you, you two got in and it drove you to the Nice airport.

Lando had a cap on his head and a hoodie, trying to disguise, so he wouldn’t get recognized by people. Normally he always took his time with taking pictures and talking, but you’re already late, and he wanted you to be safe, mobs of people didn’t care about you, and more than once it happened, that you were pushed and shoved until you were crying.

You gave up your bags and made your way to the security check-in, the line wasn’t long, so you didn’t have to wait as long as you thought. The duty-free section was something you always admired, you always bought a little snack for the plane ride, sometimes it was some gummy bears or a chocolate bar, but Lando always had a bite, or multiple, not that you would tell Jon about it. But now, it didn’t matter, Lando was free for the next few months and could devour a whole Kinder bar pack and no one would care, he still needed to work out a few times a week, but it was less stressful.

You still had about thirty minutes until boarding would start, so you sat down in a quiet corner and talked about the most random things, your head was lying on his shoulder and his hand was gripping your thigh, stroking it gently every now and then. You loved cuddling with Lando, it was your favorite thing to do with him, even in public.

When the flight was announced, Lando and you slowly made your way to the counter, you avoided the big crowds, just in case someone recognized Lando or you. Scanning the pass quickly, you two walked through the long tunnel with your backpacks in your bags, where important stuff was packed. The plane was packed, so Lando pulled his cap further in his face and hoodie higher, so he could hide his face more. Luckily you didn’t have to walk for long through the plane, Lando booked business class tickets. You tried to tell him, you two didn’t need this, but what Lando wanted, he got. That was his Ariana Grande ’I want it, I got it‘ moment.

He insisted you two flew in business class, because, one, you didn’t need to walk through the whole plane and the chance of getting recognized was smaller, and two, you had more legroom, which he loved. But you let him buy it, because it was his money, and he could spend it on whatever he wanted.

When the plane was in the air, and you were settled in comfortably, you couldn't wait to get home, even if it was Lando’s home, it was still home. The smell of Christmas always smelt different when the whole family was there, especially because Cisca went big on Christmas. Tons of cookies were waiting for you, hot chocolates and teas as well, and let’s not forget the beautiful Christmas dinner and breakfast she always did. And that your family also came, made things even better. Normally you would’ve hosted Christmas, but the flat was way too small for everyone to fit in, and Monaco was expensive, the hotel costs would’ve been unnecessary.

”I can’t wait to be home, see everyone.“

You hummed and thought about the last Christmas you spent there, it was the second Christmas you two were together and you decided you wanted to spend it together. The Norris‘s hosted it and it was like you always joined them, everyone had a small gift for you, they all welcomed you beautifully in the family, not that they hadn’t before, but now it felt official, and the whole mood was perfect.

When you arrived, you quickly got off the plane, to avoid the other people and waited for the luggage at the strap, of course, yours came almost at the end, you couldn’t wait to get out of the airport. London Heathrow was busy, very busy. While walking next to the big crowds and lines, you could hear mumbling ’Is that Lando Norris?‘ but you only pulled more on his hand and you two were almost sprinting through the halls, wanting to reach the exit where Oliver was kindly waiting to pick you up.

You greeted him with a hug, Lando did the same and you quickly got in his car and you were driving home for Christmas.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #christmas

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hi, i love your writing! could i request something where jamie and reader are dating and jamie starts introducing them to the important people in his life, like roy, keeley, the richmond boys, etc. and each time they get introduced to someone new, whenever jamie steps away, they basically get some variation of the 'you better not hurt him' talk, and when jamie finds out he's worried that reader is gunna be offended or upset but they reassure him that it's fine, they think it's cute that everyone's so protective of him and that it's nice to see him have so many people care about him

Sorry this took FOREVER. Here it is!

the way it goes

It has been exactly twenty-one days since Jamie asked you out on a proper date, and you’re of the opinion that life can’t get much better than this. You’ve only met two of his teammates so far, (Isaac because he’s one of Jamie’s good friends and Richard because you ran into him while shopping) and honestly, they aren’t what you expected at all. 

They’re kind and they seem to genuinely like working together.

(It’s a little funny to call football “work.”)

Isaac tells Jamie to bring you next time they all hang out, and reminds him to buy more juice packs than last time so they don’t run out again.

—

Turns out the next “hang out,” is a night at Isaac’s, and the whole team is there with various partners and spouses. There’s a strict sweatpants-only drsesscode, and pretty much everyone is in clearly expensive matching sets. You’re grateful that Jamie shrunk a brand-new deep green set the other week, because you didn’t have time to go out and buy something new/not ratty.

There are tables of board games, a pile of snacks, and even a bar. Jamie drags you over so he can get “proper buzzed,” and requests something incredibly complicated from Beard, who appears to be the only coach present.

“Babe,” Jamie says, “you good here? I’m gonna get some food.”

You nod and watch him weave through groups of people. You lean against the bar and wait for Jamie’s drink.

“So,” says Beard, “you’re Jamie’s girlfriend.

You nod. “Yeah, I am. I’ve known him for ages, though. Since I was in uni. Always thought he was just some prick footballer trying to score, if you know what I mean.”

Beard chuckles. “I get it. He’s a bit of an asshole sometimes.”

You grin. “He’s my asshole.”

Beard slides you Jamie’s drink but before he completely lets it go, he says, “Hey.”

His voice has lost its jocularity, so you look up to meet his (very intense, slightly terrifying) eyes.

“Jamie doesn’t need his heart broken. He may have been a giant prick, but he’s different now. He’s not the kind of guy you can just screw and move on from.”

Your mouth has gone a little dry, so you just nod. Right then. You turn to go find Jamie and hope he won’t mind if you take a sip of his drink. You’re planning on staying sober tonight, so that one sip is going to have to get you through till the end.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s told you to be careful with Jamie. The first time was actually Roy’s niece, Phoebe. Jamie was babysitting and he asked you to come along, so while he was paying for ice creams Phoebe tugged your arm so you’d get down to her level and said, “If you make him cry, they’ll never find you again.”

You had looked at her in shock while she matter-of-factly stated, “My Uncle Roy’s been teaching me things.”

She said the word things far too ominously for an eight year old, but then Jamie came back and she was all smiles again. 

You got a similar, equally threatening talk from Phoebe’s mum, and then from Roy, and then Roy’s girlfriend Keeley.

Variations of the “break him and I’ll break you” talk had begun to trickle in whenever you’d pick up Jamie from Nelson Road. The tone ranged from Sam’s vaguely threatening, “We all love Jamie very much. We’re incredibly protective of him,” to Jan Maas’s blunt, “If you break his heart, you will never find another date on this entire continent.

Even Ted had a comment, which was more along the lines of, Jamie’s a big softie, he doesn’t need some to play him right now, he needs a real supporter. Each time, you assured them that you weren’t going to hurt him. You didn’t ask why they thought you would be the one doing the hurting when he was the one with the reputation.

Because you are fully aware of his reputation. You hadn’t seen Lust Conquers All, but you’d seen enough clips to piece together exactly how it went. And you’d seen the details of his cheating scandals all over the papers. And dealt with him firsthand while in uni. So yeah, Jamie’s past prick-ish behavior is not a mystery to you.

You find it endearing that so many people love him enough to protect him. It’s a good sign, you think.

You find Jamie carefully stacking various snacks on a tiny, tiny plate. His face lights up when you come into view.

“Oh good,” he says. “Extra hands.” He grabs his drink with one hand and gives you the plate with the other. He starts piling on something flaky and slightly green. 

“Isaac’s girlfriend makes these fucking pistachio things, and they always go way too fast. Gotta eat them while you can,” he says while creating an engineering marvel.

“Glad you like ‘em, bruv,” comes Isaac’s voice from behind you. You jump a little, and the plate wobbles. 

You turn to see Isaac with an absolutely gorgeous woman on his arm.

“I’m Stella,” she says. “It’s wonderful to meet you. We’ll have to have you two over for a real dinner.”

Jamie and Isaac quickly become engrossed in a serious discussion about football tactics, with Jamie downing his drink and then taking the plate of food from you. He was right, those pistachio things are amazing.

You chat with Stella for a little bit and learn she’s the face of a modeling agency and met Isaac during some football/branding thing.

“He was the only one during the entire shoot who made sure I was drinking enough water,” she laughs. “Who knew the way to my heart was through proper hydration?”

You talk a little longer before Jamie’s arm is snaking around your waist to whisk you off to see Dani. It goes like that for a little while until you finally settle down at one of the game tables. It’s a card game involving a lot of yelling and pointing fingers.

The house is noisy and cozy, filled to the brim with people who are just comfortable around each other, and you think you’ve never experienced something like this in your whole life.

Jamie on the other hand, is yawning a little bit. His hand, which had been on your knee tracing squiggly patterns, is starting to slow down so you put yours on top of his and whisper, “You about ready to go?”

Jamie nods and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Got fucking extra training tomorrow,” he quietly laments.

You get up to leave and Jamie follows suit with a very loud pronouncement that he’d rather be somewhere private, much to the amusement of the Greyhounds who begin to hoot and whistle. You roll your eyes and smack his butt on the way out.

Forty-five minutes later, Isaac’s phone dings with a photo of Jamie in a pink robe and green face mask, hair pulled back in an equally pink and fluffy headband. He’s lying on your bed and he can see the tv screen playing Notting Hill. You’ve typed, Someplace private, my ass, and Isaac just shakes his head and grins. Fucking Jamie. Prick on the outside, softie on the inside.

You better not break his heart, he writes.

HAH comes your reply a moment later. Not a chance.

“Babe, look,” you say handing Jamie your phone. “I’ve collected the whole set.”

Jamie reads your text thread then looks up at you in confusion. “What d’you mean?”

“Isaac is the only one who hasn’t like, threatened me or something if I hurt you,” you reply.

The tips of Jamie’s ears turn red. “What do you mean, the only one?” he asks. “Like, the team?”

You shake your head. “Oh no. I mean, yes, the whole team, but like pretty much everyone who works at Nelson Road.” 

Jamie’s eyes widen as you begin to list people on your fingers. “Alright, so obviously the Greyhounds, plus all the coaches, Keeley, Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, Samantha at the front desk, Gary, Phoebe and her mum, Will-” you pause. “Should I keep going?”

Jamie groans. “Fucking hell. I’m sorry. They’re all twats, except Phoebe. I swear, they’re not always like that. I’ll talk to them and make ‘em leave you alone.”

“No! You can’t let them know that you know! And…” you hesitate, “I thought it was kind of sweet. Like a green flag, you know? They all like you enough to make sure that you’ll be ok, and they want me to know I have something special. Of course, I already knew that,” you continue, “but it’s nice confirmation.” 

Oh. That’s new.

Jamie’s quiet for way too long so you look over at him. “Babe, are you crying?”

“No,” he says, choked up. “Face mask got in my fuckin’ eye.”

“It’s dried solid, babe.”

“Fine,” he says, “I might be a little. But you can’t tell anyone, especially not Ted, because then he’ll talk to me about feelings and shit, and I’d rather eat ten fucking scones than that.”

You laugh and snuggle into his side. There aren’t going to be any heartbreaks here, not if you can help it. You’re both planning on keeping the other around for the rest of your lives.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt

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sweet plum | chapter four

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pairing: pedro pascal x fem!reader (plus size)

rating: mature (will become explicit in the future)

warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking, mild mentions of weight discrimination

summary: a late night facetime turns into a midnight adventure

a/n: well shit yall. thank you for all the love on what i've posted so far. the validation is like crack for my stupid little dopamine deficiency. and strap in for a slow burn. also, i want to note, you definitely don't have to live in a bigger body to enjoy this story. give it a try if you're on the fence. <3

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“Leave me alone,” you whine at Bella, their shrill laughter crackling from your shit-quality phone speakers.

They continue to poke fun at you for watching Bridgerton for the fourth time in the past few months. Work has been painfully slow, and you have to wait until after the premiere to take on any other big projects. With your NDA, you can't exactly put the best job you've ever booked on your resume until the show is aired.

You continue to defend yourself, huffy and stern, glaring at them through your camera lens.

“I love a slow burn romance… it’s not my fault.”

“I know you do,” Bella mumbles in a somewhat accusatory tone, chuckling to themselves with a shake of their head.

“Excuse me?” you question, a palpable underlying meaning to the statement clear as day. "That felt pointed."

“Pfft, it's nothing,” they quip with a jovial eye roll.

“No, no, please. Enlighten me.” you playfully push, somewhat perplexed by their vagueness. 

“I mean… you—” 

Bella gets cut off by the familiar notification sound of someone joining the call.

Pedro’s face appears massive on the screen, his head propped up against a pillow on his green leather couch. His hair is completely disheveled, sticking straight to the heavens on the left side. He smiles, beamingly, the majority of his pearly teeth on vivid display.

“So this is what happens when I don’t see you for a few months," you jest.

“Got drunk, slept face first on the couch. I just woke up,” he explains, his voice cloaked in a thick rasp, clearly still acclimating to his consciousness. “But you’re right regardless. I am a bed-headed disaster without you.”

A fantasy floats into your head, you helping him tame his unruly mane in the morning, planting soft kisses along his forehead with every huffy groan, denying every whine and protest to return with you to the bed.

“You need to hire her as a live-in,” Bella jeers, “It’s really… really bad.”

The three of you chat for a while, weaving in and out of conversation topics with lubricious ease. Embarrassing moments, family memories, recalling inside jokes from your days in Canada, the leisure of it reminds you of how effortless it is with them. Your incessant laughter burns your stomach as tears prick the corner of your eyes.

“One time, my mum and I went to a dairy farm and the baby calves would not stop sucking on my fingers,” Bella recounts, wiping the tears from their eyes. “I tried to put my hands in my pockets but they started going for the pockets too. I eventually had to run away and they kept trying to chase me.”

“That sounds like a dream! I'd love to go to a dairy farm,” you exclaim, puppy-eyed with a gentle pout. “Cows are my favorite animal, you know.”

“Let's go to a dairy farm then,” Pedro blurts in.

You scoff, taken aback by his offer.

“With your schedule? Please.”

“Oh hush, I’ll always make time for you.”

Your breath hitches.

He'll always make time for you?

The call falls silent for a moment, your mouth falling open as you process the sentiment. You examine his expression, sincere and warm and ever-so-slightly bashful, and the sight of it sends blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks.

Bella’s eyes widen as their lips curl inward, cheeks blowing out to stifle a giggle.

“Alright! Well… I gotta go... early day tomorrow. I love you both!”

They blow a kiss to each of you and disconnect from the call before you can say goodbye.

An uncomfortable air of silence hangs between the two of you, still heavy and unnerving despite the miles separating you. You chuckle to yourself on instinct, just to create some sort of noise to cut through the tension.

“Are you still drunk?” you inquire.

It’s heavily rumored that Pedro is an obvious flirt under the influence. You’ve heard the stories of him, teasing and lightheartedly flirting with the cast and crew after a couple of drinks. Stupid, corny comments and lots of touching with no clear intent behind it. Maybe that's what he's doing, maybe it's just an offhand sentiment, a product of his lingering intoxication.

“I don’t know… I don’t think so. But I did drink almost an entire bottle of wine, and that was only 6 or so hours ago.” He runs a hand through his scraggly, unkempt curls. “Why?”

The compiling list of questions run circles in your head as you attempt to formulate some kind of comprehensible answer.

“I suppose… well... I was just…” you fumble, picking at your already tattered cuticles. “I guess I just want to…. Were you serious?”

“About what? Taking you to a farm?”

A half smile slowly appears on the left side of his lips, an expression of an almost amusement. Heat races to your cheeks in an instant.

“Of course I was," he responds, nonchalantly but with a genuine earnest. “I really like being with you. Farm or otherwise. Drunk or sober.”

A wave of goosebumps erupts across your skin like a forest fire. You instinctively clench your fists to bear through the surging sensation in your chest, the feeling somehow distressing and euphoric at the same time.

You decide to play along, push a little further, despite your better judgment.

“So, if you could choose anywhere to take me, where would we go?”

You lay your head back on the pillow behind you and hold the phone high above your head. The senseless part of you carefully angles a peek of cleavage in the bottom left corner, just enough to hopefully warrant a quick glance. 

And glance he does.

Not once, but twice. The first one is almost instinctual, like a natural reaction to something new and foreign coming into his line of sight. You see his eyes widen slightly and immediately dart back up to meet your gaze. He smiles, a nervous smile, and reaches a hand up to run his thumb along the wiry salt and pepper of his jaw.

Now, the second glance is definitely intentional. As his eyes lower, his smile falls into slightly parted lips. It’s akin to gawking, the way his eyebrows raise and his pupils explode. You watch as his fingers curl and press deep into his jawline as he takes a small portion of his lower lip into his teeth and bites.

Seconds pass, achingly slow, and he seems to be entirely elsewhere.

Suddenly his body jolts and his eyes return to yours once more, a flustered pink painting his cheeks. You can feel a prickly heat spreading down your neck and across your chest, a plethora of contradicting thoughts and feelings bouncing rapidly in your head.

"Well, it’s hard to pick just one," his thick fingers lay flat against his cheekbone as he ponders. "There’s quite a few I’ve thought of showing you.”

You curl your toes as another surge of anxious excitement obliterates your nervous system.

“Well, how about a top three then?"

After about ten seconds of deep pondering, his eyes light up.

“There’s this juice place that I’ve been really liking. They have a fruit juice with plum in it, it made me think of you. I bet you’d like it.”

You ball the sheet beneath your hand into your fist, your knuckles surely painted white with the sheer force of it. The thought of him… thinking about you, wanting you to be there with him, makes you ache with pure adoration. You’ve had daydreams like that hundreds of times, trips for coffee or takeout, holding hands, sharing the little things, weaving your way into each other's lives.

“I definitely want to take you to my favorite deli in New York. I still can’t believe you’ve never had a fuckin’ bagel sandwich. That’s just… just wrong.”

The memory floats into your mind; The gasp that left his mouth when you told him was damn near cartoonish. He lectured you for at least five minutes straight as you tried not to laugh, your lips pressed tightly together, tears welling at the corners of your eyes. 

“And definitely Spain. I just feel like you’d blossom there. It’d be beautiful to see. Plus, I miss it. If it weren’t for work I’d stay there forever.”

The statement hangs in the air for a bit, not in a stale and brooding way, but more like a wispy cloud passing between you. Your mind goes still and is washed clean with a warm, velvet enchantment.

All of your useless anxieties melt under the gentle heat of his unwavering gaze, his words so tender, so utterly astonishing to hear from the mouth of a man. It’s often hard to believe that he’s real, like somehow everything you’ve ever wanted in a lover and friend came wrapped up in the Adonis masterpiece that is him.

The profound worry that plagues you, incessant since the day that the already precarious line between friends and lovers have been blurred, is really just a deep-rooted fear. Fear that you’ll lose him, fear that things will change, an irrevocable leap could irreversibly damage one of the most meaningful connections you’ve ever experienced. If you could just know what he is thinking, exactly what he is thinking, maybe the violent kick in your stomach that seems to accompany every flirtatious interaction with the man would finally leave you be.

Images of Spain waltz through your mind, of sundresses and fresh fruit, music, dancing, exquisite wine and food to die for. Bare feet sinking into warm sand, Pedro trailing close behind you with a camera in hand, capturing you as you blossom.

“Those all sound really, really lovely," you gush, allowing the grin that’s been repeatedly tugging at the corners of your lips to grow wide and toothy across your face. "I’ve always wanted to go abroad. Hey, if you ever need a hairdresser overseas, you know who to call.”

You catch a glimpse of yourself on your screen, your eyes twinkling and a soft glow washed over the apples of your rounded cheeks. You look positively enamored, entirely lovestruck, and you honestly couldn't care less.

“Where do you want to go most in the world?” his voice softens further as he rests a hand on his cheek, cozying himself against the arm of the couch.

The phone is inches from his face, likely because he misplaced his glasses, as he so often does. His eyes have that slight downturn, the innermost part of his brows raised slightly upward and inward, his irises catching every glint of the headlights passing by his window. The movement of the sparkle, along with the rich chocolate hue illuminated in its presence, leaves you struggling to form a coherent sentence. 

“I... I think..." you stutter, closing your eyes for a few seconds to collect your thoughts. "I think I'd want to go to Greece. It’s a bit ridiculous, but I had a phase in my childhood where I was completely obsessed with Greek mythology. There are so many things I want to see there. And the photos I’ve seen… I just really want to experience that energy. It looks like it has a kindness to it, I can’t really explain what I mean by that... I just can feel it, you know?”

“You don’t have to explain, I know what you’re saying. Things are more gentle there," He speaks softly, his eyes decorating themselves with delicate crinkles and lines as his lips curl into an upward crescent. "The energy honestly kind of reminds me of you. Your… lightheartedness.”

“You think I’m gentle? And lighthearted?” you let out a hearty laugh, entirely spurred by your surprise.

You’ve never viewed yourself that way, at least from the outside looking in. Most of your life you've felt very coarse, gentleness not ever coming naturally to you.

When you grow up in a larger body, every single thing you do feels too big, too clumsy, too loud, every action feels like it should be followed up by an apology for simply existing. The world tries its darnedest to shrink you, to diminish your presence and lock you into a cage of shame, the only key to escape being a success in the pursuit of thinness. You’ve done endless internal work to break free from that prison, to allow yourself the freedom to be yourself unabashedly and throw a middle finger to the consequences.

But you have to admit, a part of you has always wanted to feel delicate.

It’s not that you want to shrink yourself, it’s quite the opposite. You want to be utterly yourself, and you want someone to actually see the gentleness that lives there. Through all the noise, the rowdiness, the bellowing laughter. Through the rough exterior, you want someone to find the soft woman that lives inside of you and love her delicately.

“Yes!” Pedro exclaims with wide, passionate eyes. “Well, not in a way that indicates weakness. No, you’re definitely a powerful woman."

His irises shift up, searching for words as he continues to play with his beard.

"You don’t let the world harden you. Your gentleness is resilient to… bullshit, I guess. You stay open. And not only that, but you stay playful too. Lighthearted. I admire that about you."

The words land like a grenade to the chest, the sensation coursing through your body completely unfamiliar. It’s almost agonizing, yet completely painless. Your veins must be vibrating, and you can hear the whoosh your blood flowing to and from your heart as it knocks violently about your ribcage. 

You instinctively deflect as you attempt to bear through the absolute tsunami of emotions currently drowning you.

“P! Jesus, please!" you let out a fake gag, then another, speaking between each retch. "Too... many... compliments."

His hearty laugh booms through your shitty iPhone speakers, the sound of it crackling through the phone causing you to break from your performance, your unruly cackle echoing off the walls of your room. You only egg him on as he laughs harder and harder, eventually nothing but a wheeze escaping from his lungs. Your stomach burns as tears start to roll down your cheeks, and every attempt at steadying yourself only results in you completely losing it again.

You finally catch your breath, doubled over and clutching for dear life at your abdomen. 

“I’ve missed you.” he mumbles through a heavy breath.

“I… I’ve missed you too.” you whisper back, just audible enough that you’re certain he can hear.

An inquisitive expression washes over his face, before he springs into an upright position.

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that then. Are you hungry?”

Does he mean… now?

“I mean… I could eat. Why?”

“If I come and get you, will you go get a burger with me? I’m having a craving.”

A pang of excitement explodes in your belly. Shit, of course you need to change, tame the current state of your hair, and honestly you could even use a shower. Some of the particularly heated scenes in Bridgerton caused you to break a sweat.

And, there’s no way in hell you’re going to let Pedro pick you up in his half-drunken state. 

“I’m not letting you drive wine drunk, P. I’ll come get you," you announce, surprising yourself with your sudden assertiveness. "Send me your location, I’ll see how far you are from me.”

You suppose your tendency to take care of others triumphs over your jitters in this moment.

“Um… I… don’t... think I know how to do that.” he furrows his eyebrows with confusion as he focuses diligently on his screen. 

Old man.

You’re able to walk him through it, but not without a proper teasing that he doesn’t know how to use his phone.

“Oh, ok, you’re like 25 minutes from me. I can swing that.”

You wonder if he can see through your facade, your pressed efforts at being nonchalant. Because truth be told, you’d drive for hours if he asked.

“Be ready, ok? I’ll see you soon.”

.   .   .   .   .

You’ve never gotten ready that fast in your life. You were able to assemble your hair into messy-yet-stylish fashion, apply a speedy coat of mascara and brow gel, spritz yourself with a subtle perfume and throw on an "I was just planning on sleeping in this" yet cute outfit. All in roughly… five minutes?

Now you’re dangling out of your car, throwing things about so Pedro can actually sit on the passenger’s seat. You’ve managed to wrangle up all of the various empty coffee cups and receipts floating around on the floor, and you cross your fingers that with the seat all the way back he'll have enough leg room.

He’s seen your car plenty of times, seen the mess that always seems to accumulate despite weekly clean outs, but he's never actually been inside. For some reason it feels very personal to drive him somewhere, to let him inside your car though you're sure he's used to far more luxurious modes of travel. But alas, here you are preparing to pick him up, and it makes you so nervous that your hands tremble.

You finally sink down into the velour fabric behind the wheel and select a playlist to keep you company. You choose the one with the most songs you can sing along to, anything to release an ounce the unidentifiable buzz swarming through your veins.

You can't help but chuckle at yourself, the fervid state of your mind and body absolutely laughable in its dramatics. Yes, of course you’re excited to see him in person. There are so many little things you miss. It’s been almost four months since you've heard the roar of his bellowing laugh in person. You miss the weight of his palm stabilizing himself on your shoulder as he crashes his head into you, the sounds escaping his throat akin to that of a tea kettle that's reached a boil. That was often a daily occurrence, the two of you overcome with giggles, holding on to each other for dear life, unable to catch your breath or maintain any sort of upright posture. You miss the morning coffee runs that left you scrambling for time while Pedro innocently sipped his six-shot monstrosity of a beverage, knowing full well it was his fault because he needed his espresso. You miss the feeling of his hair, how it would glide along your hands, intertwined in your fingers, yours to bend and mold in exactly the way you needed. You miss how he'd soften and slouch under your touch when you'd softly massage his scalp, how his shoulders would sink and his head would roll about like it was attached by an overcooked noodle. You miss the way his scent would fill the trailer and linger slightly after he would leave, the air laced with spice and wood and leather…

You sing to distract yourself, tapping complex rhythms on the back of the steering wheel with considerable force, trying to channel your giddy quivering out of your body through the tips of your fingers. The headlights of the cars in front of you shine and splinter in your vision like a supernova, and it soothes you just a bit, just enough to stop visibly shaking.

Somehow you arrive to the pin Pedro sent you in once piece. You haphazardly park on the dimly lit street and bounce your knee endlessly as you wait. You give yourself one more mist of perfume, the sweet scent wafting through the air in the car.

You need to just get a fucking… grip...

A loud bang jolts every bone in your body, your heart nearly leaping through the bones of your sternum and onto the black leather of the dash. Your head snaps to the left to see two flat palms and a thick pair of foggy black frames pressed up against the driver’s side window.

Idiot.

You open your door to hear his proud laughter echoing down the empty street. Before you can berate him, he pulls you into a tight hug, his strong hands grasping at the softness of your hips. The two of you spin around in the street, your arms still wrapped around each other, your legs doing something resembling a waddle back and forth. A prickly warmth spreads throughout you, radiating from the very center of your chest. 

He pulls away to examine you, his palm resting gently on your right shoulder, where it seems to fit just perfectly. His smile softens as your eyes meets his, the street lights creating a freckled glimmer in his deep brown irises.

“I should punch you for scaring me like that,” you murmur, feeling suddenly bashful under his unwavering gaze, fixed on you like you’re the only other person in the world. 

“You should, but you won’t,” he winks and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Now come on, I’m starving.”

He opens the driver’s side door for you with a satisfied grin and guides you into the car, his hand resting gently on the small of your back. His fingers shift, slipping just beneath the hem of your shirt and brushing against your bare skin.

Your knees nearly buckle.

You grip the steering wheel as you lower yourself into the seat and squeeze, straining to bear through the sudden panging need in lower belly. Jesus, you’re far too touch-starved for your own good. 

Pedro slams his body weight into the passenger’s seat, causing your car to bounce a few times from the recoil. You jokingly shoot him a look of disgust and he throws his head back, cackling and reaching over the console to smack you in the arm.

“God, just put the address in my phone you idiot!” you exclaim through your own chuckles. He snags your phone from your extending hand and begins searching on your maps app.

He has on his purple Laker’s shirt and some black athletic shorts. The shorts are the perfect length, showcasing just enough of his thigh to garner a bit of attention but not so much that you can't keep your focus elsewhere. He paired the outfit with striped socks and sneakers, an almost copy-paste of every casual outfit you've seen him in, very on-brand for his day to day. You once tried to explain the concept of being on-brand to Pedro, but he just went around telling everyone he was “serving brand” for about a week straight. You honestly regret ever teaching him about “serve” in the first place. 

You start to drive, a quiet and comfortable hum falling over the two of you. Your music is still playing, so soft that it's barely audible over the growl of the engine. Pedro reaches to crank the volume, veins protruding on the back of his hand as he turns the knob gently.

“You know how much I love Fleetwood Mac,” he speaks in his low, growling baritone, his scent filling the air and mixing with your lingering perfume, creating a fragrance intoxicating enough to give you a head rush.

You take a beat before responding, transfixed by the width and curve of his fingers and the spiral of ink at the crux of his thumb.

“I know, I picked the playlist with my passenger in mind.”

“Well I won’t subject you to any singing,” he teases. “Since you’re such a music snob.”

“I am not!” You reach over and shove his shoulder. “I have a deep appreciation for good music, that doesn’t make me a snob.”

“Sure… says the girl who was critiquing my playlists every goddamn day.” he shoves you back, this time against your thigh.

“What playlists?! Purple Rain fifteen times in a row is not a playlist,” you jab.

An offended, dramatized gasp fills his lungs before he scoffs ostentatiously, prompting an immediate eye roll from your side of the car.

It’s truly like no time has passed since you last saw each other.

.   .   .   .   .

You plop down into a slightly cramped, cherry red booth in the back corner of a slightly shoddy, time capsule of a diner. The vinyl cushions are cracked and peeling, beige crumbles of the filling erupting from the openings and spilling over. You scoot in carefully, hoping to avoid causing any further damage.

When you'd pulled in to park moments ago, your knee-jerk reaction to the sight of the place was a look of genuine concern. The lot was packed with toxically masculine trucks and seemingly refurbished vintage vehicles, and a hoard of beefy, somewhat terrifying men crowded the entrance in a haze of flickering red light and cigarette smoke.

“Just, trust me, will ya? It’ll be the best burger you’ve ever had," he insisted, shooting a subtle wink and a flash of pearly teeth, glimmering off of the sole street light illuminating the entirety of the parking lot.

He sits down opposite to you, raising his hand to greet the waitress from across the counter with a quick wave. You catch sight of her as her remarkably wrinkled, heavily kohl-lined eyes brighten at the sight of him. Her cherry red lips spread wide across her bony, slightly sullen face. She whispers something to the line cook standing next to her, and then immediately hightails it over to your table.

“S'been a while since we’ve seen you, Mister Pascal, I was startin’ to worry you’d went n' forgot 'bout us! But I know you’re a busy guy n’ all, bein' Hollywood's latest and greatest.”

Her voice is steeped overnight in a viscous southern drawl. It’s so thick that it almost makes the words move slower from her mouth, like they’re coagulating on her tongue on the way out.

“Darlene,” Pedro reaches a hand to grab hers, a tinge of Texan twang tickling the vowels in her name. “You know I can’t stay away from you for too long. And you know better than to call me anything other than Pedro.”

He gives her hand a little squeeze and you watch as the woman melts under his touch. You really can't blame her.

“Now, who is this sweet thing?” Darlene cocks her head slightly in your direction, her eyes still fixed on the cocoa irises gazing back at her.

“This is my… friend,” Pedro smiles, glancing towards you as his dimple indents beneath the bristles of his scruff. “And coworker.” 

“You n' actress, honey?” she diverts her attention to you, her head bobbing slightly with a palpable sass.

“Oh, no, a hairstylist actually,” you explain, inexplicably embarrassed by the implication. “That’s how we met. I did his hair for a more recent project.”

“She’s very talented.” he chimes in. “She managed to make me look like an old man!”

“Darlene, it was one of the easiest jobs I’ve ever had, I’ll tell you that much.”

Pedro attempts to take a jab at your shoulder from across the table, but you duck slightly at just the right moment, his hand colliding with shiny smooth cushion.

Darlene lets out a laugh, one that sounds more like a prolonged smoker’s cough than anything else. She takes down Pedro’s order, the usual, and after a solid minute of convincing from both parties, you decide to go with the same thing. 

Darlene hurries back to the kitchen and leaves you with a hungry-eyed man studying your every move.

“I promise you’re gonna like it. You’re gonna love it. It literally melts in your mouth. Hey—”

He reaches quicker than you can dodge him and his thumb and index finger grab ahold of your chin, slightly squishing your lips together.

“Quit making that face at me! I’m serious, it's really good!” 

Another waitress swings around the corner, dropping off a pot of potent smelling coffee and two mugs, medium-sized and a robin’s egg blue.

“Always good to see you, Pedro.” she speaks in a low rasp, deeper than you'd anticipated from her petite frame and soft features. Pedro shoots her a wink before immediately reaching for the coffee pot.

“I’ll get this in right away for y’all. Anything else I can getcha in the meantime?” Darlene questions.

Pedro meets your gaze as you shake your heads in unison.

“Y'all've a real cute, uh, friendship,” she speaks hesitantly, one of her pencil-thin eyebrows cocked up with suspicion and her ruby lips curled into a smirk. A soft chuckle lilts in her trail as she turns away from you and slinks back to the kitchen.

“This place feels like a fever dream,” you mouth in a hushed tone as you attempt to sip on the scalding coffee in front of you. “Is she… is Darlene real? She doesn’t seem real.”

“Like straight out of a time capsule, right?” he grins.

“How the hell did you find this place?" you question him as you glance around to people-watch, catching sight of the elderly biker couple to your right, decked head to toe in worn black leather, demolishing two double cheeseburgers with reckless abandon.

“An old agent of mine took me here a long time ago. Since I’ve been in LA so much, I just find myself drawn back here,” his disposition softens as he speaks. “Reminds me of home, I guess, I can’t put my finger on why.”

You listen intently as he chronicles stories of New York, letting your fingers unconsciously twirl through your hair, the nasty habit that always seems to return in his presence. It's easy to get lost in the way he muses on about his experiences, like his own trance pulls you along with him into his dream-like state. He speaks with effervescent detail, a syrupy adoration on his tongue with each word that leaves his mouth. You could listen to him talk for hours and hours, utterly entranced by the way he transports you into his world, the lull of his voice like a spoonful of honey.

“Jesus, I’ve been blabbing on and on," he reaches up a hand to scratch behind his ear, a nervous tick you’ve noticed he frequents. "Am I boring you?"

“No no no, hey, you're not boring me," You rest your hand gently on the table, resisting the urge to grab his fidgeting hand and steady him. “You've got a way with words, I honestly feel like I’m right there with you.”

With a brief inhale, his hand falls slowly until it rests atop yours. You silently gasp at the sudden sensation, his touch heedfully delicate as he caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. His eyes are fixed as he wraps the rest of his fingers around and settles them in the crook of your palm. The thump of his pulse echoes yours as he traces up from your knuckles and slowly back to the base of your wrist, drawing a perfect ellipse on your velvety skin, sending goosebumps to riddle every square inch of your body. As your gaze flutters, you catch a glimpse of his face, his lips parted slightly in complete transfixion. You bite down on the inside of your cheek at the sight.

“Alrighty y’all, I go-” Darlene clears her throat as you both jolt violently, your spines simultaneously snapping upright as your hands tear apart. “I… got your burgers here. Just holler if ya need anythin' else.”

She smiles sweetly, a slight smugness tugging at her expression.

An involuntary chuckle escapes you, responding unconsciously to the knotting discomfort you feel in growing in your stomach. You stare unwaveringly at the mass of burger sitting in front of you, cheddar cheese oozing down the sides of the thick patty and spilling onto the plate. The thick veil of tension lies stagnant between you as the knot pulsing in your stomach threatens to snap.

“I’m like… scared of this thing. It’s a bit of a beast.” you murmur uneasily.

“Definitely don’t eat the whole thing. I’ve made that mistake… more than once," he admits, cutting carefully through the gargantuan sandwich down the middle. "I’m honestly amazed I can still enjoy this considering what it’s done to my stomach in the past. Here—"

He reaches across the table, cutting yours into perfect halves with conscious diligence.

"S'a lot easier to eat this way."

A flush creeps across your cheeks, the same sentence repeating in your head like a skip on a broken CD.

Why does he have to be so fucking thoughtful?

.   .   .   .   .   

“I can’t… breathe properly. It hurts.” Pedro blabbers as he trudges himself from the restaurant, his hand clutching at his stomach as he groans in pain.

“Girl, I warned you to stop after you ate the half!”

After a third and some of the fries you were toast, and you by no means have a small appetite.

“Do I need to help you to the car? Have we gotten to that point?” you manage through a bout of laughter.

“Leave me alone!” he grunts, nearly doubled over at this point, shuffling toward the car with visible strain. 

You sling his arm over your shoulder despite his protests, and let him lean a decent amount of his weight into you. 

“I look like I’m drunk off of my ass,” he mumbles in your ear as you approach the passenger door. You open it for him and gesture your hand.

“Don't worry princess, I'll get you home safe.” you quip through a teasing smile, almost immediately followed by a shrill cackle.

He gives you a protesting shove as he plops down weakly into the seat. 

You don't really want to take him home. Part of you wants to just drive for hours, listen to more of his musings, keep teasing and laughing and wearing out the energy lingering from your multiple cups of coffee coursing through your system. Maybe you could park in an empty lot and watch the sun come up. You just want to be with him, stay with him, just a little while longer.

But you know him. He’s busy. Always busy. Press tours, talk shows, auditions, meetings, he's never not booked for some sort of event. And of course he's never well rested, a borderline insomniac, and you'll be damned if you keep him from the sleep you know he desperately needs.. You shove down your selfish desire and set course back to town.

“I’m takin’ you home, you poor thing,” you turn the key in the ignition and pop the headlights on, a wash of yellowish-white beaming over the vintage vehicles and motorcycles parked in front of you. "You really should be in bed anyways."

“You know I don’t need sleep,” he teases, his body slumped over and his head looming fairly close to your body. With a quick peek, you find him glancing longingly at your right shoulder, as if he is using nothing but sheer willpower to stay upright and not rest his head on your bare skin. 

“It's alright,” you whisper in a moment of understanding. You pat your shoulder twice, lightly, hoping he’ll register what you mean. “Rest.”

His head crooks up at you, clearly surprised, but with a soft and sweetened gaze. It’s almost as if his eyes are saying “thank you” and “are you sure?” in the same puppy dog expression. You nod slightly, a reassuring smile curling the corners of your lips.

He lets the top of his head settle in the crook of your neck as his cheek rests gently on your shoulder, his scruff tickling at the skin there. The tension in his body is evident, the muscles in his neck stiff and straining and his hands gripped together tightly in his lap. Quickly you fish your phone from your pocket and scroll through your music, finding your "cheaper than xanax" playlist before turning out of the parking lot. 

The two of you stay silent, but not an uncomfortable and brooding silence. It feels meditative, almost like a single word would eradicate the solace you’re sharing amongst the hum and glow of the golden street lights. Minutes pass and you feel his breathing start to slow and deepen as he finally allows the full weight of his head to sink into you. You quietly begin to hum along to the soothing song that is playing, unable to remember the last time you felt so at peace.

Because that’s the thing about Pedro. He feels like peace.

If you void all of the external factors, his hectic schedule, the blur of professionalism, the enigmatic feelings and moments of anxious uncertainty… none of it truly matters when it boils down to the core of who you are. You just fit together, inexplicably, undeniably, effortlessly. You can talk for hours, god knows, but quiet settles in just as easily, the pressure to perform completely eradicated in each other's presence. In moments like these, being with him feels like being wrapped in a warm comforter, fresh out of the dryer. You can just… be. He sees you, you see him, and you can take comfort in knowing the other is there, and no one is expected to break the silence. 

He falls asleep by the end of the first song and stays dormant on your shoulder the whole drive home. Your chest starts to ache as you turn onto his street. The last thing you want right now is to watch him leave without any idea when you’ll see him again.

You give his hand a little shake and whisper his name into his ear. He groans softly and nuzzles into your skin, the prickle of his mustache tickling the delicate skin of your shoulder. You shake a little harder this time, more of a gentle shove. He inhales deeply as his eyes flutter open.

“You're home,” you speak softly.

He sits himself upright slowly, his hair vertical on the side he was resting against you. You unconsciously reach to smooth the mess for him, a habit you fell into after doing it so often in between takes during filming. He leans into your hand, ever so slightly, his eyes droopy and blinking sluggishly.

“I missed that, you know,” he admits, his voice laced with sleep. “You, fixing my… mess.” He motions to his tousled curls.

You missed it too, the way he would always hum deeply when your fingers ran across his scalp. You missed the way he would always say “Better?” once you seemed satisfied with the adjustment. He loved to tease your perfectionism, and especially loved to try and tousle your hair back. 

You miss every minute. 

“Me too,” you reply demurely. “Now, you better go to bed once you get upstairs. I won’t have your sleep-deprived grumpiness getting blamed on me.”

“We’ll see. I haven’t fallen asleep that fast in months. Twice in a row would be a miracle," he chuckles. He unfastens his seatbelt and lets out a deep, bellowing yawn. “Now, come give me a hug.”

You oblige through your slight haze, stepping out as he meets you by the driver’s side and wraps himself around you, his arms finding their familiar spot and his hands resting perfectly on the small of your back. You allow yourself to hang gently from his shoulders as you lightly nuzzle your nose into his neck, tipsy on the intoxicating scent of him.

You stay like that, for a moment, until Pedro places a small kiss on your temple.

The warmth of it lights you up in your entirety. You manage to untether yourself from him as you stomach does a flip, and then another, and another. When you meet his gaze, he smiles gently as he unravels himself from you, your arms falling to your sides, completely limp.

“Thank you for indulging me. I promise next time I’ll only eat half,” he laughs quietly to himself as he lazily paces backwards across the pavement. “Goodnight, sweet plum.” 

“Goodnight,” you simper, your bones growing more flimsy with the passing of each second.

Every time he calls you that, sweet plum, you feel as though you could melt into his arms and he'd hold you like a puddle in his hands.

He turns away and walks towards the entrance to his building, but not without looking back to glance at you one more time. You offer a pitiful wave as he grins from ear to ear, waving again with a quick wink. You stay as he slips through the door, down the hall, and then he’s gone.

Through a sudden bout of dizziness, you manage your way back to the driver’s seat. You turn the key in the ignition, fasten your seatbelt, and start to drive away, a singular thought looping through your mind on repeat.

He kissed you. He kissed you. He kissed you.

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chapter five

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #plus size reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #the last of us

[continuumitgirl]

hi!!

so i’ve known ab subliminals, manifesting, shifting for a while, but always had minimal success. i was never able to get the ‘big’ things i wanted.

but since being on tumblr, i learnt about STATES. which i had previously known about when i had read the power of awareness by neville goddard. unfortunately, that didn’t last long as i started watching manifesting gurus on youtube and got clouded with information again. (no hate to sammy ingram) But i watched her a lot. and i never got that much movement even tho i was consistent, it would make me feel guilty if i was t affirming enough. and i would beat myself up, saying to myself “if u really want this, u need to affirm more”. i would do the 10k challenge, 10 min stuff, but it was soooo overwhelming. so much stress because i wanted so many things, and i felt like i didn’t have enough time, i had other stuff to do, so even tho i was consistent, i would stress myself out, wondering if i was doing enough, doing it right, etc.

this mindset was toxic, although i didn’t realise it then. i just would get so upset because i trying to hard. which is why it also took me a min to realise.. that i shouldn’t be trying that hard to get something … u either have it or u don’t! so anyways, one or two weeks ago, i came on here because i was done. i wanted my desires. enough. At first i got swayed by the void stuff, which made me put it on a pedestal . which made me angry, i was like bro not this shit again. i don’t wanna waste another months or years. and somehow i stumbled across states. i’ll admit it took me a second to grasp. i re read the power of awareness. and realised it is simple, once i understood it, i deleted tumblr and focused on my life, while occupying my ideal state.

One thing that i’ve been wanting a lot is to travel this year. I travelled last year a bit with my friend and spent 3 months in another country during the summer and it was phenomenal: i wanted this again for 2023. I want to live my life yk.

Well this morning my mum woke me up to tell me we are going on 2 holidays. one next month and one in easter. Athens, Greece and Verona and Venice, Italy.

i was like omg this is amazing ?? we had talked a bit about it and every time we did i was like “yes. we’re going” in my head. and today we booked those holidays.

Now what’s so special about this? Well i made a pinterest board end of 2022 with places i wanna go def this year!! every time i looked at this board i was like “it’s done” [just the way i think ab every desire, because it is done, it’s mine, it literally comes from my consciousness so it’s inseparable to me]

and yeah!! i have 2 other places on this pinterest board but it’s literally the 31st of January 2023 rn and we’ve already booked for 2 of them so that’s a fucking success. i’m so confident more than ever about my power and how the 3D truly is just a reflection of my consciousness/ state i dwell on often!!!!!

yeah as u can see i literally have athens, venice, paris and amsterdam pics on here as a vision board :))))

i want to thank @0t0mie @lotusmi and @angelsinluv (also to twitter users that explanation states v well and posted motivating content . i don’t rlly use twitter for loa stuff cus my irl friends follow me there but there’s a community over there i would lurk on that encouraged states and helped me understand that the mindless affirming in aim to TRY and get ur manifestation was pointless)

anyways i cannot wait to post more loa success stories. this way of manifesting not only makes so much sense once u grasp it. it literally is so fucking easy and effortless 😩 cannot believe it took me this look to figure it out but honestly its fine. my desires are already mine now. that’s all that matters 😎💪

#loa #law of assumption #states loa #manifesation #manifesting #manifesting success #neville goddard #void state #spiritual #subliminals #shifting #shifting consciousness #consciousness

[viviennevermillion]

Eating instant ramen at 2am

notes: starting to write on my own whim for a while and this is the first idea I had, idk what this says about me but I have dated before and I can confirm that this is definitely a bonding experience

characters included: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, idia shroud, malleus draconia

contains: character x gn!reader

warnings: none

Riddle is....not amused with this idea. Absolutely not on board with this.

His mum didn't even allow him to eat strawberry tarts, there's no way he ever even got close to instant ramen. He was told fast food and instant food was the devil's invention

He's so sceptical. Literally looks at you like "We shouldn't even be in the kitchen at this time, we should be fucking asleep what are you doing to my poor schedule?!"

The reason he is in this predicament is that you couldn't sleep and had him resting in your lap but at some point became too hungry to even try and fall asleep comfortably so you wanted to get up and grab a snack, unfortunately waking your slumbering boyfriend in the process.

So he decided to accompany you to the kitchen because you could never remember which foods were needed for following the rules of the Queen of Hearts accordingly and which were fine to just snack.

He sat down at the table and his eyes wandered to the fruit plate. But you had other plans, opening the cupboard and pulling out two plastic cups with instant ramen.

"I didn't even plan to eat anything. Also is this your idea of a midnight snack??", Riddle looked at you with a shocked expression. "Not midnight, 2am", you argued, ripping the lid off the cup noodles and turning on the water boiler. "That doesn't make it better, you know", Riddle buried his face in his hands, "actually that only makes it worse."

You chuckled and poured water onto the noodles. Riddle is like "what are you doing why are you making two 🤦🏻‍♀️" and you just grin at him.

He's very conflicted because on one hand he grew up being told he shouldn't eat food like this but it was also a rule not to throw away food. According to your opinion that made it a loophole. Not that you encouraged him to keep sticking to his mother's rules anyway but Riddle had to take small steps.

He eventually begrudgingly eats them and noticed they don't actually taste as badly as he's been told. Still not healthy but he wasn't planning to eat them again anytime soon.

"This would get me into so much trouble at home", he stated. "So would dating me and you still decided to do it", you shrugged. Mrs. Rosehearts had no idea her son had fallen in love. Or overblotted. Or broken several of her rules. "You know that's different", Riddle pouted. "It's not", you argued and gave him fingerguns. He just shook his head in disappointment but kept eating, hoping no one would come into the kitchen who he'd have to explain this to. Then again he was the dorm leader. No one remembered all the rules anyway he could just make up a new one to justify this.... NO. What was he thinking? Lying about the rules was against the rules, why was he even considering making up rules?!

"You're a bad influence", he sighed, still wearing a pouting expression on his face but grabbed your hand across the table and held it in his own. "And yet you love me", you winked at him and he chuckled. "That I do", Riddle affirmed and pressed a kiss to your hand.

"We should add 'You shouldn't have an existential crisis over cup noodles on a Saturday' to the rules", you mused and Riddle just rolled his eyes at you but had to admit that this was exactly the type of thing that the Queen of Hearts would put into her rules.

He enjoyed the instant ramen but he would never admit that over his dead body

Leona eats instant ramen regularly. He's kinda torn because yes, they barely have any vegetables but they also barely have any meat. But they're the fastest warm meal he can easily make, so they'll work well with his unmotivated and depressed mood.

This is a habit he definitely started after coming to NRC because at the palace the food was prepared for him by the staff. He was sceptical too at first because how could you prepare noodles like this in just 5 minutes but his lack of motivation eventually got the better of him and he tried them and found them acceptable.

Leona is very protective of you so sometimes when you remove his arms around you and get up he actually wakes up. "Where are you going herbivore?", he mumbles, half-asleep. When you tell him you're going to make yourself some instant ramen he just asks you to bring some for him too. You just hoped he'd still be awake by the time it was done.

Leona usually has no problem preparing easy things like this for you and bringing you food but nothing gets this man out of bed at 2am that isn't necessarily a catastrophe or you suffering in any way so you'll have to be the one to go to the kitchen this time.

Leona generally sleeps shirtless because Savanaclaw dorm is so warm and also he likes having you snuggle against his chest and feeling your warm skin against his, so you raise your eyebrows at him when he only sits up halfway and eats the noodles with a spoon. "This looks like a disaster waiting to happen." "Only if you're stupid enough to spill the fucking water", he replies with a grumpy tone. You chuckle and affectionately scratch his ears before eating your own cup of ramen.

Even though it's 2am and you're eating instant ramen he asks you "How are you enjoying your meal?", like you're in a 5 star restaurant and gives you a smirk.

If he's done earlier than you he'll stick his spoon into your ramen and eat part of yours as well and you just look at him like "seriously?!"

"First you steal my heart and now you steal my instant noodles, what do I even get out of this relationship?", you tease him and he presses a kiss to your neck and his tail flicks from side to side. "You get my love and affection", he says and wraps his arms around you while letting you finish the rest of your cup.

You're about to get up to throw the empty cups into the trash can under Leona's desk as he holds you back and places them on the nightstand and pulls you back into his arms to snuggle. "Ruggie will clean these up in the morning." "You're so questionable sometimes", you sigh but Leona just chuckles and decides to shut you up with kisses.

His kisses become more and more lazy until he's asleep holding you in his embrace again.

Another one who eats instant noodles regularly. Probably even more often than Leona. If you like eating them, chances are this is already a ritual.

When Idia plays video games or watching streams until late at night, he often eats instant noodles when he needs a snack because it's very quickly prepared.

He keeps the cup noodles in his room and Ortho has a built-in water boiling function so you don't even need to go to a kitchen for this.

At some point you actually convince him to try and cook dinner with you but the only things Idia knows about cooking are from anime cooking ASMR's so he kinda fucks the soup up.

So you decide to just make instant noodles again later.

Idia has favorite instant ramen brands and flavors and sometimes you convince him to go to Sam's shop with you and he goes through the shelves and is like "this one is my favorite" and "oh they brought back the limited edition one"

He's literally excited to eat them

When he plays games or streams as well as when you eat cup noodles he lets you sit on his lap of course. While you wait for the noodles to get ready he places kisses onto your neck and wraps his arms around your waist and affectionately draws circles onto your stomach or thighs with his fingertips. Or lets you bury your face in his oversized shirts

These are usually the moments where you share some of your inside jokes.

Idia loves to stay up with you late and just joke around and share his passions with you. Man's thriving.

Excessively comments on the taste of the noodles like he's a famous food critic and you just watch him amused. "This one doesn't taste like it used to" or "As always this brand brings me a lot of joy when I play games".

He lets you try from his cup too if you've never tried that kind before

Usually finishes his instant noodles before you so he'll be clinging to you and placing kisses onto your neck and shoulders. Sometimes he'll nibble on your skin.

"Idia I'm eating." "This is eating with heightened difficulty level."

Idia is just super affectionate at 2am. He's used to your warmth and affection, he's not letting go of you just for eating, that'd be colder and less comfortable and he'd probably complain until you give him a kiss and let him snuggle up to you again

Also one who doesn't throw away the cups until the next morning. Or Ortho throws them into the trash. One of those two options.

Malleus doesn't even know what instant noodles are.

Baffled. Perplexed. Fascinated. His mind is blown.

Malleus barely even sleeps so when he notices you waking up in his arms he'll press his lips to yours to wake you with a soft kiss.

You two hadn't eaten much for dinner because it was Lilias cooking. You explain to him that you're hungry and feel like eating a cup of instant ramen and he's like

"What is instant ramen?"

Congratulations, you just opened an entirely new can of worms

You tell him it'd be easier to just show him and lead him to the kitchen. Malleus holds your hand all the way and he's curious what you're going to show him.

He watches you silently as you take the cups from the shelves, boil water, pour the boiling water onto the noodles and stir. He's so intrigued. It's like that time he first took a car at Scalding Sands, he's just silent and looks at you with his surprised Malleus face™.

Convinced this is similar to witchcraft and potion-making and you don't have the heart to tell him that it's cheap, questionable industrial production.

He will go on and on about how incredible it is that you can prepare a meal like this and can't wait to try it out

Genuinely loves the cup noodles and comments on how tasty they are

When he learns there are different kinds he definitely wants to try them. Also wants a second cup of noodles right then and there because there wasn't much in his compared to how much Malleus usually eats. And how could you say no to his cute surprised face?

You can't help but chuckle at how confused and fascinated he is by this

He also asks you whether you're enjoying your meal like you're at a 5 star restaurant but unlike Leona he actually says this completely unironically.

He also treasures if you just talk to him about whatever crosses your mind while eating the noodles. He appreciates the casual atmosphere and holds your hand.

Instant noodles actually become one of his favorite foods and Sebek has half a heart attack when he finds out you made instant ramen of all things for the great Prince Malleus of Briar Valley.

Meanwhile Malleus is just pouting when he's told how unhealthy they are. He's an overpowered immortal dragon fae, this isn't gonna hurt him. Sebek doesn't comment on this afterwards. He respects Wakasamas decision.

Lilia is very amused by this. He's pleased that Malleus is discovering something so simple and human for himself.

Malleus wonders whether Lilia would be able to make instant ramen or whether it would just taste like his usual food

He also mails them to his grandma at some point

Definitely buys them more often now

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #idia shroud x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x you #malleus draconia #idia shroud #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #malleus x reader #idia x reader #leona x reader #riddle x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia headcanons #riddle rosehearts x you #riddle rosehearts headcanons #idia shroud headcanons #leona kingscholar headcanons #idia shroud x you #malleus draconia x you

[natalie668]

Chapter 2 - Lost Girl

Warnings: will contain smut in future chapters, MFM, FM, sometimes more than 3 people lol. Violence (hello they’re vampires), mentions of drugs. (Paul smoking weed)

This story is going to be at least 30+ chapters. It’s still in its planning stages for the future but I love Lost boys (have since I was little) i need to let you all know that I’m a mother to 2 autistic children and a lot of my time is spent looking after them, but I will try and post at least weekly. Hope that’s ok with you all ❤️❤️ please feel free to post comments I’ll reply to every single one 🖤🖤

As we make our way through the crowds lingering across the boardwalk i can't help but to follow like a lost sheep. I have no clue where we're going but, but surely my soulmate can't be leading me to danger? That's why my legs willingly follow him as he makes his way towards a motorbike.

He gets on, and holds his hand out to me to take hold of, "come on, jump on." He says his eyes baring into my own.

I take a deep breath and pulling my pencil skirt upwards feeling rather self conscious, I get my leg over and secure my arms around his waist. This is my first time on a motorbike and my heart is in my throat. We begin to take off, he goes at a careful speed, we'd been driving for around 15 minutes before we came to a wooden looking house. We pull up the dirt path leading to the front of the home.

He kicks out the stand and slides off, his arms help me get off the bike, a smile now taking over his beautiful features. "This is my home, come on," he says as he leads me through the front door. "My mum should be home soon."

We make our way into what looks like a living room, there's a teenage boy sat on the sofa reading a Batman comic. I can't help but smile seeing a youngster reading.

He looks up from his comic, a frown marring his features, "why have you bought a girl home Mikey, moms not going to be happy." He practically finishes in sing song with a grin on his face.

He pushes his little brother by the shoulder, "Mom will be happy for me. Sammy; meet my soulmate - y/n."

Who i now know as Sam, his mouth opens wide like a gawping fish. He stutters, "Oh my god! Mikeys found his soulmate!?" He says practically vibrating on the spot with excitement. I can't help but to grin and smile at the kid. He seems so happy bless him.

I lean forward extending my hand, "it's nice to meet you Sammy,". We shake hands both of us grinning.

Michael wraps an arm around my shoulders, "well, I'm going to go get to know y/n some more, shout us when mums home." He says as we make our way up the stairs to what I can only assume is his bedroom.

We step into his bedroom and I take in the posters around jotted around on the walls. A single bed is the only thing to sit on in there. He sits himself down making himself comfy, I make my way over slipping my shoes off before climbing onto the bed.

We look at each other taking one another in, “So, what were you doing at the Board walk, you looked a bit lost. And I know I’ve never seen you there.” He says to me as I press my fingers to my lips, I can’t get over how good looking my soulmate is, he’s so handsome.

I look down at my hands, trying to think of what to say, whether to risk telling the truth and scaring my soulmate away or risking him getting me sent to a nut house. Oh sod it, what’s the worst that can happen.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” i say as i look up to him, “This morning I was in the year 2024, and I was on my way home from work, and I got hit by lightning and woke up on the sand in 1987.”

I peer up at, him waiting to see his reaction, peering up at him he seems shocked, obviously what else would you expect. “I promise I’m telling the truth, I know it sounds absolutely bonkers but it’s true.” I say as I look into his eyes, they seem to be taking in what I just said.

He leans forward, his fingers pressing to my cheek, he leans in and kisses my forehead, pulling me towards him. "I believe you, why would you lie about something like that." his chin is resting on the top of my head.

I lean in taking in his scent, I can't help but to feel safe in his embrace, snuggling against his chest. He smells me, I can hear his intake of breath breathing me in.

"You'll be ok love, I promise I'll take care of you forever." he says to me, nuzzling his face against me.

"Forever is a long time Michael, are you sure you can promise forever." i say to him grinning against his chest. I feel his chest vibrate with laughter.

"You'll find, we'll all be able to promise you forever, sweetheart." his fingers caress my hair, his fingers running through it.

I pull away from him, confused. "What do you mean we?," i say to him, does he know my other soulmates?

Michael is just about to speak when theres a knock against his bedroom door, "Come in," he says to the person at the door.

A beautiful blonde lady walks in, you hazard a guess that this woman is his mother. "Hi sweetie, it's lovely to finally meet my Michaels soulmate." she says as she rushes over and pulls me into a loving embrace. her warmness and nurturing nature reminds you of your own mother, a mother who would be in her 20s like yourself in 1987, the thought makes your head spin.

I lean into her hug, "Its lovely to meet you too," i say as she pulls back a huge loving smile on her face.

chapter 3

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[weridpersonhelp]

Red phone

Wally x reader

next

warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writter, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? more fanfic then x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“What in the world?” I rub my eyes trying the get rid of the sleep as I am woken up by a loud ringing noise coming from downstairs, I groan loudly as the ringing continues. I cover my ears with my pillow in an attempt to stop it or at least muffle the noise but no! it just would not stop, it felt like it was getting louder instead!

The noise of a creaking old phone was the worst sound I have ever heard, that is after the sound of nails against a black board. It felt with each ring my ears were getting closer and closer to the ear drum bursting!  I Stormed down the stairs pulling up my silky shorts, so they don’t fall while walking down the stairs at night. Walking to the kitchen I pause at the sudden sense of danger; my gut was saying something. My body just froze in place, and the hairs on it stood tall. The red phone, it was the red phone that was ringing.           I had never seen or heard it in my whole life, yet their it was ringing on the kitchen counter. It stood out compared to all my grandmother’s appliances. The kitchen was a light minty green with the wood being the green and marble tops, My Grandma originally wanted wooden tops but explained how marble was cheaper back then.

The phone was bright red, a red you don’t commonly see unless it’s on Tv or on a plastic toy. I stood they’re like an idiot or better yet a dear in head lights. Watching as it rung, and soon enough it stopped. The over whelming of fear, and danger disappearing in an instant. I stare at the phone, noticing how old it must have been. Probably made in the 1950’s? 1960’s? it didn’t matter anyway the ringing stopped and I could go back to bed, but now my brain was fuzzy and awake. I need something to help me sleep, I sigh and put the kettle on and make myself a coffee. Caffeine did the opposite to me, instead of waking me up it made me sleepy like my dad. And with one sip of that coffee, and a small waddle up the old stairs and into my room I went out quicker than a light bulb.

But sadly, I woke up not just a few hours later to the cries of my brother, I sigh once again turning over in my bed and hitting my pillow in anger. But I couldn’t be angry at Jim, this was the normal hour he gets up at. I’m surprised My mum hasn’t noticed yet, but I’m not Angry at them right now. Just at that dam red phone. Slowly getting up I get ready for the day, full of. Well, what ever my mother has planed for me to do.

I leave my new room, and walk down the hall to the stairs, only this time they creek. I physically cringe at the noise but try my best to get downstairs, Once I do and make my way to the kitchen I see everyone already up. Including grandma, I walk over giving her a peck on the cheek and she gives me a small smile and asks.

“Good morning my dear! How did you sleep?”

“not very well, I woke up to a phone ringing. And found it hard to go back to sleep.” I explain taking a seat next to her at the dinning table across from my brother who I waved hello too. The small toddler notices my presence and gives me a wave and a bunch of gibberish which I’ll take as a hello. Mum placed some scrambled egg’s and bacon in front of me before pushing my hair back and kissing my forehead gently and sitting down next to me.

“Good morning sleepy head, you slept in! normally your awake before now.” Mum wasn’t wrong, I would normally wake up and take care of Jim myself sometimes, or at least make him breakfast. BUT. Since this was a Family Holiday, I could relax.

“Yeah, you alright kiddo?” dad asks me as I grab the BBQ sauce and shrug.

“meh overall, probably just still adjusting from the car ride. Anything planned for today?” I ask my family stealing a piece of buttered toast from the centre of the table before my dad.

“no not really, so you can do what you like today. Just don’t spend too much time on that computer!”  Mum explains, I nod along and constructed my toast carefully, finally taking a bite it was like heaven, the sweet bacon, the salty eggs., the soft butter and toast with the crunchy crust! And the small amount of sauce. Just perfection I gobble it down and quickly went back for seconds, I can see from the side of my eye my mum shaking her head and grandma giggling.

“Gosh you and your father are so alike!” Grandma gushes and pinches my cheek gently.

“I know all she need’s in to be taller, different hair colour and more into the outdoors and we would have a female clone!” mum saying cracking up my nana even more, she almost sounded like a parrot with how loud she was.

“Yes, she gets her creativity from my Harrison! And her artistic talents come from both sides, right? Your mother was a painter, right?” The two continue their conisations and I take my plate up to the sink, I catch a glimpse of the red phone. Again, my gut was trying to tell me something, but it felt different as if someone was watching me. I shook the feeling off and continued to the sink.

‘Am I going crazy?’ I ask myself in my head as I wash up some of the dishes, dad drops his off along with Jim’s. Jimmy sat on his hip holding on to the 6’4 man who towered over everyone in the house, his height is something I wish I inherited.

“, honey I’ll tell you. Later, just remind me later to do so is that okay?” I raise an eyebrow at my dad who just smiles down at me, the question was what my dad wanted to talk about later.  I know I shouldn’t press though, or I may never find out, so I just nod my head continuing to clean. He turns away before snapping his fingers and spins back to face me.

“Oh! Me and your mum are leaving are going out so you will have to baby sit Jimmy with grandma for a couple of hours to night,” “yeah that’s fine dad.”

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Wally hangs up the phone again sighing slightly, opening the morning paper. to read.

"When will that Old woman answer?"

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home wally #welcome home wally darling #welcome home frank #frank welcome home #red phone

[extremelyblackandwhite]

Hii i havr is request for

Rockstar!Sebastian

Could you do fluffy headcanons about reader and seb reacting to their children's first boyfriend or girlfriend their first kiss or something like that

Your choice if you wanna do just Jess or just Marion or both :)

I loved this series so so much

author's note: i apologise if i am severely late for this. oops.

Y/N had been cooking dinner when the front door opened and closed with a bang followed by silence. She looked at the car who was happily snoring on the corner of the kitchen as if nothing had happened. Soon enough, Sebastian was walking into the kitchen with a very concerned look on his face. When this happened, there were usually two ways to deal with it - either complete silent and let him burst out with whatever has happened or move to a regular conversation hoping to put him at ease of whatever had happened.

      - So, did you get the kids? Did you drop Mason at hockey?

      - Yes, Mason is at hockey. - he went to the fridge and got himself a beer. - That weird kid's mum is bring him home after practice.

      - You really should try to learn your kid's friend's name. - she handed him a bottle cap opener. - Did you pick u ...

      - Y/N, you don't even know what I caught Marion doing. - he interrupted, taking a large gulp of the beer before starting to take laps around the kitchen like a crazed maniac.

Y/N furrowed her brows. Marion didn't cause much harm, she was a good kid. It was usually Mason who tended to be the trouble stirrer.

      - Well? - she crossed her arms. - Are you gonna tell me or are we playing the guessing game?

      - It was awful. Marion! My good kid. Jesse's at college and Mason at this point has taken too much from my personality to give me any hope but Marion is my good kid.

      - Jesus, Seb, what happened? - she cleaned her hands, walking up to him. - Was she drinking, smoking?

      - Worse. She was a kissing some greasy dude.

Her nerves settled as she bottled in laughter. It really hadn't occurred to her that this would happen. Jesse and Mason were boys so Sebastian wasn't as protective of them as he was of Marion. The last time Jesse had brought a girl home, Y/N swore she saw him high fiving Jesse. She just forgot that one day it would be Marion's turn to start dating. That day had now arrived.

      - Well, you were pretty greasy when we started dating. - she shrugged but Sebastian only looked more mortified.

      - Marion better NOT be dating anyone that resembles me at any point before our marriage.

      - Seb, calm down. She's 16, she's bound to start dating.

      - No, no. No. See, I'm gonna fix this.

      - You're gonna fix this? - she crossed her arms, wondering what this meant.

      - She's going to an all girl school, a catholic school, a boarding school. Whatever keeps her away from kissing and boys.

      - Well ... you can always kiss at an all girl school. - she joked, enjoying how flared up Sebastian was at the idea of his daughter finally getting into dating.

      - She's getting home schooled then! We can afford tutors.

      - You weren't this fired up when Jess brought a girl home.

      - Jess is an adult. He's at college.

      - Jess still brings his laundry for us to do. - she laughed before caressing his shoulder. - She's growing up, Seb. You're gonna have to get used to it.

      - We need another one.

      - Absolutely not.

      - But babe, hear me out, if we have another baby, this time we can home school the baby and avoid these issues.

      - No. Besides, where is Marion? Did you bring her?

      - Yes, she's in her room.

      - Probably talking to boys. - she joked but Seb only looked up. - Seb, I'm just kidding.

      - Better safe than sorry!

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan/you #sebastian stan/y/n

[bobgasm]

present day | the chest [01/04]

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x reader word count: 2062 warnings: loss, grieving, backstory,

summary: in which you find some old letters while cleaning

author’s note: sorry this took so long, i wrote a 15k oneshot that consumed my life momentarily

the chest | sincerely, | the namesake

The house was quiet when you arrived just before nine. Thankfully, it didn’t stay quiet for long. You set up your speaker, played the top 100, and got to work.

You’d always hated cleaning, but found it calming and therapeutic when you were stressed. Your mum had always sounded crazy when she said it was therapeutic, but now you were a firm believer in her method to madness.

Your dad and his siblings had been busy over the last couple of weeks trying to pack up the house. They’d gone room by room sorting and organizing your grandpa Michael’s belongings. Getting rid of old bedding or donating old clothes and furniture. The house was now bare, aside from the last few pieces of furniture that your dad would be taking to your place in the coming days.

Great-grandma June had been a spitfire of a woman. Growing up, she’d told you stories of her childhood. How her family had immigrated from Ireland in the early 1930’s. How she’d met her husband not long before he got drafted to fight in the war. How they relocated from Boston to San Diego when she was pregnant with your grandfather, Michael. 

She’d been your best friend when you were younger. You always loved going to her place to bake cookies or help her in the garden. She’d never seemed old to you. Always keeping up with you and your siblings whenever you went around to visit. 

When she passed away in early 2016, it had been a shock to everyone. Her son, your grandpa Michael, had moved in with her in her final days, and once she passed, he had to reason to leave. He missed his mum. 

Now he was being moved into a care home not too far away, and the house was being stripped and cleaned for auction. He needed the money from the house to pay for his stay at the care home, and while this house held memories you’d cherish forever, you knew you’d still have them. Even if you didn’t have the house.

You started cleaning in the kitchen and slowly made your way through the rest of the house. Making sure every room was spotless before heading up to the attic to make sure nothing else had been left there.

There were a few boxes of board games and a chest with old toys. You took them back downstairs and put them in your car, figuring you’d ask your dad what you should do with them later. Just wanting to get them out of the house for the time being, since the agents would go through tomorrow to take pictures for the listing. 

You gave the attic one final sweep after dusting and found a small chest tucked away near the overhang of the roof. You almost missed it, but it looked out of place. Carefully, you pulled it from its spot and opened it, sitting on the floor as you pulled the stack of letters from inside.

The papers were frail and wilting around the edges. Some of the writing was illegible, but from the few you could read, you wondered who Bob and Evelyn Floyd were. Were they friends of Michael’s, or of June?

The first letter was dated 1944, from Bob Floyd to his darling Evelyn. He expressed his fears, his sorrow at the loss of his brother, and his elation for their expected baby. 

You swiped at your eyes after finishing the first letter, and was already picking up the next. You felt weird for reading their private letters, but why were they in the attic of your family’s home?

The next letter was one that Evelyn had written back. Her words were sweet and expressed just as much sorrow and elation. Asking Bob if they could name their child after his brother if the baby was a boy, or if he liked the name Louise if they were a girl.

Your heart felt heavy as you opened the next letter, almost laughing as Bob told Evelyn the story of how he got his call sign, Pirate. Because he was nursing a little bird back to health and it sat perched on his shoulder while he taught. But then the tears were back as he pondered if he’d be a good father, before professing he couldn’t think of any better names for their baby then their own. Evie Louise, or Robert Lonnie Floyd.

By the time you reached for the next letter, the tears rolled down your cheeks with no intervention from you. Even if you wanted to stop them, stop reading the letters, you couldn’t.

It was when Evelyn wrote about your great-grandma June that you sobbed. Placing a hand over your mouth as you read how Evelyn watched Amelia while June was in hospital giving birth to Michael. 

They’d become friends. June and Evelyn were friends, and that was why the letters had been in the attic.

Had Evelyn asked June to give them to her baby? Why hadn’t she?

The next letter was from Bob telling Evelyn he’d be home soon. That he had a mission to complete before he’d be home, but he’d tell her more when he knew.

You couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in your stomach. Dear god, please let Bob come home safely. He has a new baby, for crying out loud!

You wipe at your tears and try to get a hold of yourself before starting on the next letter, but your attempts and gaining control of your emotions are futile. Evelyn is asking whether Bob received her last letter, and that she’s worried because she hasn’t heard from him in a while. 

She gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Robert Lonnie Floyd. Evelyn and June are planning a joint Christmas for their kids, and she’s hoping that they’ll all be together if Bob and June’s husband can’t make it. She hopes they do make it, though. 

The letter is signed by Evelyn and Robbie, and your tears fall faster. Your heart aches, because you can see the next letter in the chest. It’s typed out, rather than handwritten like the rest, and you know. You know what’s coming, but you still torture yourself by reading it.

It’s from Fleet Admiral Blair, and he’s telling Evelyn that her husband, Robert Floyd was killed in action only a few days after she sent her last letter.

You wished things had ended differently for them. You wished Bob got to meet his son, and that Evelyn never had to live through the pain of losing her husband. You wished you knew why June had their letters. 

Carefully, you put the letters back into the chest and closed it. You dried your face with the hem of your shirt and tried to calm your breathing. 

You didn’t know what to do. Did you call your dad and ask if he knew about the letters? Did you go and see your grandpa and ask if he knew about them, or if he knew where Evelyn and Robbie were? Since he was born about a month before Robbie, surely they were close? That they had grown up together?

Rising to your feet, you tucked the small chest under your arm and climbed back down the stairs. Tucking them back up before grabbing the last of your things and locking up before climbing into your car. The chest of letters sat on the passenger seat as you drove to the local watering hole, The Hard Deck, and pulled into a free park. 

The first thing you wanted to do was have a drink for Bob and Evelyn, and their son wherever he may be. Then, you planned on enjoying a burger before you decided what to do next. With the time being a little before eight, it was too late to bother your grandpa Michael. It could wait another day. The letters had already been sitting in the attic collecting dust for a good seventy years. Another day wouldn’t seem like much in the grand scheme of things.

The Hard Deck was a hotspot for the local Navy men and women. It wasn’t your first choice, but since Bob had been in the Navy, you felt like having a drink somewhere he might’ve frequented. Especially after a long day of cleaning.

You’d been here a few times before, when you were home for college break and wanted to see if any of the Navy guys looked good enough to let them buy you a drink. Sure, there were some strikingly attractive men, but their egos were on a whole other planet. Each time they proved to you why you should stay away, and you’d heeded their warning. 

Today, you were here to celebrate Bob and Evelyn Floyd. Today, you were grieving their love, their lives. 

You ordered a drink. Just a beer since you still had to drive home. Picking at the label as the moisture softened it until all the edges were loose. 

“Rough day?” The bartender asked you.

You looked up at her and gave her a weak smile, hoping you didn’t look as rough as you felt.

“Something like that,” you admitted. “I found some old letters in my grandfather’s attic while cleaning today. They’re from World War Two.”

“Love letters?”

“Yeah,” you replied, taking a sip of beer. “It seemed like my grandfather’s mom was looking after them for her friend, possibly to pass them on to her son. I don’t know if she forgot, or the son moved away, or why they were still sitting there after seventy-odd years.”

“Wow, that’s, wow,” she said.

You chuckled out a small laugh. “Yeah, I feel kind of bad for reading them. Like they weren’t meant for me. But my great grandfather fought in the war, too. I thought maybe they were theirs. Now I feel bad for invading their privacy, but also for their loss. He died, the husband. After the wife had just given birth to a little boy.”

“Oh, that’s heartbreaking.” She placed a hand over her chest as you swiped at your eyes.

“I felt like I needed to have a drink for them, you know? In case the world forgot about them.”

She smiled at you and handed you a napkin from nearby. “That’s sweet,” she said. “You sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

You dabbed at your eyes with the napkin, willing yourself to stop crying. You gulped down more of your drink, letting your eyes fall back to the bar. Reading the sign that was hung up and barely able to crack a smile. Remembering the first time you saw the sign and had witnessed a few Naval officers carrying out a patron because of it. 

You looked up when the bartender came back, placing another beer in front of you.

“Courtesy of the man in the glasses,” she told you.

Your eyes quickly found the man in the glasses slowly turning away. Dressed in a neatly pressed khaki uniform. Barely a strand of hair out of place. A solemn nod in your direction, all the acknowledgement he needed that you’d received his gift. 

“Oh, that was nice of him,” you told her.

“I thanked him for you,” she continued, offering you a smile. “He’s not expecting anything in return, either. Wanted me to make sure you knew that.”

“Huh? That’s new,” you replied, finishing the last of your first beer before toying with the new one. “Usually they all want something.”

She chuckled at your reaction. “Normally I’d agree, so trust me when I say it’s all good. Can I get you anything else, hon?”

“I’m good, thank you.” You replied with a smile. “How much for the first beer?”

“He took care of that, too.”

“Cute bastard. Thank him again for me, will you?”

She laughed. “Of course. Hope you feel better, hon.”

She left you to enjoy the next beer, and you savoured it. Unlike the first where you couldn’t drink it fast enough, you took your time with this one. Hoping the cute guy with the glasses would come back to the bar so you could strike up a conversation and thank him yourself. 

The kindness of a stranger was always something you found weird. But there was something about this stranger that had you finding it endearing. 

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x you #bob floyd fic #bob floyd fanfic

[spidervisuals]

☆ Plane to paris

🎧: What would happen if this plane to paris went down?

part one | part two

pairing: earth 42 Miles x black model female reader

Synopsis: You and Miles had an extremely big fight the day before you leave to paris for fashion week. Unfortunately, you leave before you guys end up making up.

tw: mentions of a plane crash, heavy arguments, slight mentions of dea!h, slight mention of over perfectionism and body dysmorphia.

A/N: this is inspired by nessa barrett's (love her sm hehehehe) "plane to paris" song which has been my ultimate favorite as of recently.

Everyone knew it was on your vision board. It had always been your dream to model but now, you were finally living it. Your jaw completely droped when you checked your emails to find out that you had been selected to model for chanel at Paris fashion week.

"Mama!" You yelled downstairs, "Guess who's going to Paris!?" You squealed as you ran to show your mother the email.

"Honey- what-" your mother covered her mouth with her hands as she spun around in excitement, "first class tickets I assume?"

You laughed as your mums expression changed from excited to slightly concerned.

"Now what is your little model self still awake at 12am in the morning?" She rose an eyebrow

"Uhhh...meditation?" You said trying your best to sound convincing.

She scoffed, "yeah right. Don't stay up to late talking to that boyfriend of yours".

You hugged her as you ran back upstairs and opened up Miles contact.

Mi luver 🖤

12:15am

you: baby wake up

Read. 12.18am

Mi luver 🖤: whatcha doing up at 12am in the morning?

Read. 12:20am

You: FaceTime me right now

Read. 12.25am

"Mi luver 🖤 liked your message"

Miles couldn't even get two words in as you excitedly spilled the news to him.

"I'm so proud of your princessa", Miles yawned whilst giving you a tired smile.

"Soooooo, you're going to help me pack right?"

" Of course. I love the mini fashion shows you give me" he smirks at you whilst you chuckle.

" Sorry baby you can get sleep" you said whilst blowing him kiss.

He smiles at you whilst ending the call.

You were focused on making your catwalk perfect, removing all flaws from your face, hair, body everything. Everytime you looked at yourself, you felt like something needed to change. With your desperate need for perfection, you found yourself lacking in other areas like your school work, mental health and especially your relationship with Miles.

"Honey, you know that this is only for a week right?" Your mother would tell you as you forced her to watch your catwalk for the 30th time.

"Mum just watch this last time", you told her as you rubbed your feet. You had gain blisters all over your feet due to the continuous practice. You didn't care infact good. No pain no gain you'd continously tell yourself.

"Honey it's ok to take breaks", she looked at you concerned, "let me help-"

"Mama it's alright" you told her as you looked at yourself in the full body mirror, "I just need more practice".

"Honey, I gotta go back to work" she said whilst getting off her seat, "Oh and remember to text that boyfriend of yours. Rio's been saying that he's been worried due to your lack of contact" she told you as she walked to the kitchen.

"Shoot" you panicked as you check your phone to see 50 missed calls from Miles and over 70+ messages. You felt like you didn't have time so you sent him a quick responses as an apology

You: sorry love, I've been really busy. Call you soon.

Read. 8:15pm

"Mi luver 🖤 liked your message"

You didn't end up calling him back but instead focused on your catwalk. It had to be perfect. It needed to be.

#miles morales #spiderman astv #prowler miles #meows morales #miles g morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader

[m0use123]

"Okay Pookie, put your hands at 9 and 3" Lin said as she put on her seat belt.

"Okay. Baba" Korra nodded nervously as she placed her hands on the steering wheel.

"Good job. Okay, now turn on the engine".

"WHAT"! Korra squeaked, turning to Lin, her eyes popping in alarm.

"What did you expect Pookie" Lin chuckled at the look on her youngest's face, "this is a driving lesson, we kinda need to turn on the vehicle kid".

"Well. When you told Mum you'd teach me to drive, I didn't expect you to actually let me on the roads with other people".

"Oh don't worry about it, you'll be fine" Lin smiled reassuringly, "now let's get this show on the road".

- - - - - -

The slamming of their apartment's front door was the first indication to Kya that her daughter and wife had returned home.

"Hey. How'd it go"? She asked as she looked up from the cake batter she was mixing.

"My social life is over" Korra grumbled as she grabbed the carton of apple juice from a fridge and took a sip.

"It can't have been that bad" Kya reasoned, slapping Korra's arm and offering her a clean glass from the draining board.

Korra rolled her eyes and took the glass, pouring out the liquid before saying, "Baba closed half the roads in the city, I was the only none police car there".

Kya face palmed, now she understood why her wife was so adamant to teach Korra, she had down right refused to teach Kuvira. "I'm sorry sweetie, what happened"?

Korra groaned as she hopped up onto the kitchen work surface. "She worked through scenarios with police cars going about 3 miles an hour around me. It was totally embarrassing".

"Lin"! Kya sighed as her wife wondered in, twirling her car keys around her finger.

"What"? Lin asked, "you know how bad Korra's ADHD is, I was just keeping our baby safe".

"I get that honey, but you can't wrap her up in bubble wrap forever".

"I can try" Lin grumbled.

"Baba. I'm not a kid anymore, you can't keep protecting me from everything" Korra reasoned gently.

"Oh. You're not a kid anymore ? Alright then, I guess you won't be needing that Disney plus subscription or naga plastered to your side 24/7"?

"You wouldn't" Korra glared up at her mother, who smirked in triumph.

~Fin~

#legend of korra #lin beifong #kya ii #korra #learning to drive #protective mum #based off AO3 series

[ellecdc]

i just have to get out of my chest (sorry for using your board this way, ignore it if you want, but im desperly seeking for advice, (no preassure tho)).

i feel like im falling into a hole and this cycle of coming out and in is endless, im not as friendly as i used to, all my potential wasted bc im not even enjoying what im doing, my friendgropup is falling apart and everything just feels like shit bc its the end of the term and i gotta a lot of things to acomplish and im BARELY keeping my self sane (if you can call all of this bullshit that, i have the sensation that im just trying to convince myself) i YEARN for change of this shitty phase of my life, but everything its so abrupt and tiring. im fucking tired and i cant even properly sleep, at this point, i dunno what the fuck im doing.

again, im very sorry i just want to feel like someone's listening.

oh darlin', I'm so sorry things are feeling heavy right now

Life absolutely does feel really chaotic right now and I want you to know that you're not the only one feeling that way so your feelings are completely valid.

I can guarantee you that your 'potential' is not wasted; I've restarted my life/direction three times in my life and I'm still under 30 years old, and if I change another 6 or 7 by the time I'm 50, that would be okay too. Life doesn't have timelines or expiry dates; society makes us feel like we need to have out shit together from the second we step out of the womb and it is bullshit. You're allowed to not know what the hell you're doing, you're allowed to decide you've outgrown your friendships, you're allowed to decide perhaps this environment isn't for you and you're allowed to do all of those things however many times you want to.

during my first degree, I was extremely depressed (to a dangerous point), and my mum used to tell me to get through the next ten minutes. Once those ten minutes were up, make it through another ten. Then make it an hour. Then make it a day. Then make it a week.

It's sooooooo cliche but that whole "tough times don't last" is so true babes; life won't be exhausting forever.

I've also learned that sometimes, healing and growing feels like breaking at first - your life and your personality are reconfiguring and reorganizing and that's uncomfortable, but you'll be better for it.

hang in there lovie

[unluckyhoneybee]

The handsome artist. 27. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Little flower. The day arrived.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Weddings and Celebrations.

Note: the pics that appear on the carácter are pinned on my Pinterest, on The Handsome Artist's board.

Warning: I think it's not really explicit, but the birth is described.

"Go..."

"Baby..."

"Dan. I'm fine. It's probably just the pasta I ate"

It wasn't. It had taken a hell of a time to convince Danny to go out with the guys for dinner. But some weird felling on my belly had interrupted the afternoon. What I thought that was probably just the carbonara he had cooked, ended up breaking my water.

I was bracing myself against the counter, liquid going down my legs and pain settling between them. I was shaking. It was soon. We had two weeks left. The Ricciardo's were coming in a week and a half. The baby couldn't come just yet.

"Hey, are you okay?" The worried voice appeared the moment he took the call.

"N-no... Danny..."

"Abi, fuck. What's going on?" I heard the chair moving and the guys asking if I was okay.

"My water broke. I... Oh fuck" Another contraction hit.

"Abi don't scare me. Are you okay?"

"It's coming" I said with tears filling my eyes. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to have this baby. "Danny..."

"Okay, I'm going. I'll be there soon. Sit. Take a seat, sweetheart"

I did.

"Are you having contractions? Are they..."

"Yes... It's coming now, Danny. I'm. Not ready... I can't have the baby now... You parents... They are not here. They have to meet the baby" I sobbed.

"Abigail, baby. I'm gonna be there soon. You will do it right. I'm sure. And don't worry about my parents, honey."

I touched my belly and felt another contraction.

"Breathe"

"Are you driving? Don't be on your phone"

"Michael is. He is driving my car. Breathe with me"

Danny's POV.

I was scared. I was terrified. It was two weeks early and Abigail was alone and crying.

"Abi, love."

"Yes..."

"Don't go silent please. I want to hear you. I want to know you are okay"

"I'm not" She sobbed. "It hurts"

I gave Michael a worried look and he patted my leg.

"Okay, baby. Tell me. How much time between contractions?"

"Five minutes"

I took a deep breath.

"Are you in your pijamas?"

"Y-yes..."

"I hope you don't mind going to the hospital on them"

"They are really wet."

"Oops. Well, we'll change them. Don't worry"

"Your mum said..."

"I know. I know my mum said she wanted to be here. But there is nothing we can do now. Don't worry about it" I tried to reassure her. I obviously wanted my parents here when my first born was born. But the baby seemed to be in a hurry now. "She is going to be just as happy"

"I'm sorry"

"No, no. Don't be, honey. It's alright. This is how it is. Baby is in a hurry but it's okay."

I heard her chuckle between sobs.

"What's so funny?"

"It's kicking. Probably trying to get out"

"Tell them to wait. I'm on my way"

"Papa is coming, baby. Just wait a little more. Please..." I heard her say. My heart skipped a bit and I leaned my head back on the seat. Michael looked at me.

"Abi"

"Mhm"

"What do you think it's gonna be?" I closed my eyes. During the whole pregnancy, she had kept the I don't care if its a boy or a girl, I just want them to be healthy statement.

"I don't..."

It made me smile.

"I knew you would say that. But c'mon. You know I want a baby girl"

She laughed a bit. I could picture her with her han on her belly, looking down with a smile and her cheek wet with tears. But then she whined in pain and I swallowed. Then she huffed.

"I want a girl. But I will love them as much."

"I know you will, sweetheart"

Then Michael turned and we were in front of the shop.

"I'm here, honey."

"Hey. I'll be here waiting" Mike told me. "And I'll call Molly"

"Thanks mate"

I ran upstairs and just as I thought, she was in the kitchen.

"Babe"

"Danny"

I knelt in from of her and hugged her. Just for pure comfort, I know she needed it.

"I'm scared"

"I know. But it's okay to be scared."

Then she got another contraction.

"They... They happen more often. We have to leave."

"Okay, okay"

Quickly, I helped her changing to clean sweats and then together we walked downstairs.

"I don't have the bag ready..." I chuckled.

"Don't worry about that now. They won't leave baby naked"

Then she sat in the car and forced a smile.

"Hi Mike"

"Hi Abi, how are you?"

"Terrible, thank you"

I laughed and kissed her cheek.

"Molly said she will come quick"

"Charlotte"

I passed her the phone.

"H-hi" She said with tears on her eyes again. "I... I think the baby is coming... Really fast and..." she shut her mouth and leaned on me. Mike was already driving. "I know... I'm scared..." I held Abi all the way to the hospital while Charlotte talk to her.

Then, once inside, they gave us a wheelchair and I found myself following her and the nurses. My ears were ringing and my whole body shaking. All the fears where on my skin. What if something went wrong? What if it was true that Abi couldn't do it? What if this was an emergency? Why was the baby here so soon? Why was it all going so quick?"

I saw how they changed her clothes, cutteed the sweats and almost pushed me outside.

"No, I'm staying. That's my wife and my baby"

"Sir..."

I watched Abi, face contorned in pain and hands fisting the sheets. They were grabbed her arms but she was still standing.

"See, they say that this is the most natural way to give birth" She said showing me a photo. "Will they let me do it like this if I ask"

"I will kick a couple of asses of they don't."

"I'm staying. I'm not leaving her alone. Why do you want me to leave?" I said raising my voice. "If something is wrong you can tell me already because I'm not going anywhere"

"He stays" The doctor said without moving her eyes from Abi.

The nurse rolled her eyes and passed me the clothes. I changed as fast as I could and then went out.

"Push, Abigail"

She screamed and my heart broke.

"It hurts..."

"I know, Abigail. But the baby is in a hurry. The head is already here"

The head is already here.

"Husband!"

"Danny. He is Danny" Abi panted and everyone smiled.

"You can help us holding her." But then her face changed. "Okay no, the bed"

"The bed? No. Not the bed. I don't want the bed" Abi said desperate.

"Doctor she..." I tried to help.

"The baby is coming quick, Abigail. If you do it like this you can hurt yourself badly."

Abi looked at me. She was terrified. I hated seeing her like this. "Danny"

"It's for you. Please, let them move you to the bed. Please."

"But I..."

"I don't want you to hurt yourself. Please."

Finally, they helped her on the bed, knees up and legs open. She was grabbing my hand hard. Her hair was sticking on her face and she was crying. "Please... Take that baby out"

The doctor smiled sweetly and caressed her knee. "One more and we will have the head out. Then the shoulders and it'll be done. You are doing it fantastic, Abigail"

I wrapped my arm over her shoulders and kissed her temple.

"Okay" She whispered. I kissed her cheek.

"I'm so proud of you"

Then another push and another cry of pain. A well done for the doctor and another push. And finally... A cry.

A baby cry.

Abigail, instead of relaxing as I thought she would, straightened her back. She wanted to see.

My heart was beating on my chest and I couldn't move. I was frozen. That baby crying was my baby. I was a father.

"Danny? Danny, baby" I felt Abigail touching my face. "Are you okay?"

I blinked and tears fell down my cheeks. I focused my eyes and I saw her smile. Again, I fell even more in love with her. Flustered and sweaty, with her eyes glassy and lip swollen from biting it, Abigail was smiling at me with all her sweetness and kindness.

"I'm okay"

"Danny, do you want to cut the..."

I shook my head quick. "I will faint"

And everyone chuckled, even Abi.

"I love you" She whispered.

And then, finally they lifted the baby and she covered her mouth.

The nursed walked to us and laid then on her chest.

"You had a healthy baby girl."

And Abi wrapped her hands around her and looked at me. Her lip was trembling and she was crying.

"What you wanted!" She said just as if I was a kid with a toy on Christmas day.

"I love them" A nurse said laughing.

"Best Labour of the week"

"What we wanted"

I leaned over her shoulder and looked at her. At Daisy. Even though she was sticky and still dirty, I reached and touched her cheek. She was crying badly, but nuzzling her cheek against her mums chest.

"Hi Daisy" I whispered.

"She is so pretty, Danny"

I always thought babies were kind of ugly when they were born, I thought tñparents were a bit out of their minds when they called them cute. Even my own sister. But now that my girl was here on my other girl's chest, I understand them completely.

"She is perfect" She had a lot of dark hair and big eyes, round cheeks and tiny hands.

"Daisy" She looked at me. "Izzy will be so happy"

I chuckled and kissed her lips for the first time.

"She sure will. I can't wait to tell them"

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep her inside."

I chucked and pressed my forehead against her.

"It's not your fault, all hers"

She laughed and looked down again.

"Hi baby" She whispered. "I'm muma. The one that has been feeding you. And this is Papa. The weirdo that talked to you in the middle of the night."

I gasped.

"You knew that?"

"Of course I did" She smiled so big, so bright. Not scared anymore. She had done it perfect.

"Sorry to bother. We need to check and clean her. And also clean you, Abigail"

She nodded.

The nurse took Daisy carefully and I follow her with my eyes. Then I looked down at Abi.

"I'm not going to let anything bad ever happen to her."

She smiled with tears on her eyes and brought me down for a kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

"Go outside and tell them we are okay"

I nodded and kissed her head.

Five minutes later, I was walking down the corridor.

It was already 11 pm and there wasn't much people in the hospital.

Michael, Molly, Blake and Charlotte got up. I didn't know how Molly, Blake and Charlotte had arrived, but I didn't care.

I felt myself starting to shake again. Tears filled my eyes and I try to stop them. I didn't want them to be scared. But I couldn't stop myself.

When Charlotte hugged me, I started crying.

"Daniel, please. Don't do this. How are they? How is my Abi?"

The woman was shaking too.

"It's a girl. And she is so perfect."

I coudl hear the sighs of relief and Charlotte crying on my shoulder. "Oh Danny, I told you! I told you you would have a little flower"

I chuckled and pulled back because anyone knew about the name. Not even about the idea.

"Daisy. She is Daisy"

Charlotte kissed my cheek like a grandma would (she kind of was now).

"Izzy told Abi to please name the baby like her favourite flower"

Molly walked to me and hugged me. Then Mike and Blake. And then Charlotte tucked herself under my arm and dried my tears.

"I can't believe it" I said with a smile. My friends looked at me. And wow. They were also crying.

"Daniel, I'm so happy for you" Blake said. "I'm so so happy"

"Same, mate. You have your little daughter already"

I nodded.

"Give me another hug"

And I hugged them both again. I felt Molly's hand caressing my back.

"How is Abi?"

"Happy. It was fast and she couldn't do it standing. But she is okay now."

"She was scared" Charlotte said.

"Yeah. A lot." I sighed. "But everything went well"

"Hey, call your parents"

I nodded.

"Stay here just in case they need someone"

They nodded.

I walked outside the hospital. The air was humid and thick. I sat in the steps and called home. It was already in the morning in there.

"Hey Dan! I wasn't expecting you now" My mum answer the videocall happily.

I felt a knot on my throat. I would have loved to have them here and somehow I couldn't believe I was about to tell them I had become a father.

"Mum"

"Danny, are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" I heard my father ask. He appeared soon on the screen.

"Nothing wrong. Everything is perfect actually"

"Where are you?"

I smiled and cleaned a tear.

"Um. Yeah. We had a little surprise tonight"

Somehow, I knew my mum had understood perfectly. She covered her mouth and her eyes got glassy.

"Daniel"

"The baby is here"

"Oh!" My dad shouted. "Already? And the two weeks?"

"Yeah... It lasted for an hour and a half since her water broke so... No two weeks. Fast delivery"

They laughed.

"Oh Daniel. Daniel! You have a baby!" My mum shouted too. "I can't believe it. We are grandparents again! I can wait to meet... Wait? Is it a girl?"

I chuckled between tears. Everyone wanted a girl.

"It is a girl. Daisy. But... Don't tell the kids, okay?"

"Daisy? Oh that's so cute... Izzy is going to love it"

"It was her idea."

My mum sobbed and dad had to hug her. That's how we were all crying, the creen between us.

"Are they okay?"

"Yeah. Healthy and perfect. She is so beautiful. She has a lot of black hair and her eyes are so big. She has this little round cheeks and... I can't wait for you guys to meet her."

"We can't wait either. I will call Michelle and we will fix the flights. I'm sure the kids can miss a couple of days of school."

I laughed a bit.

"I missed you here."

"This is how things went." My mum said quietly. "We are equally happy, Daniel. We are now even more excited. We can't wait to meet our granddaughter and see Abi. Give them a lot of kisses and tell her I'm so happy and proud."

"She was worried for your" I told them.

"You couldn't have found a sweeter girl, Daniel" Mum said with a smile. "We are so happy for you. You are so lucky, Daniel"

"I know. I couldn't be luckier." I dried my tears and sighed. Just then, I heard my name. Molly was walking in my direction.

"Hey, they are already taking the girl to the room."

"Okay."

Molly had pink cheeks and her eyes were swollen.

"Hi!" She said peaking over my shoulder.

"Hi Molly!"

"Mum, Dad. I have to go already. I'll send you pictures as soon as I can."

"Okay, son. Give them a lot of kisses. We will call again in the morning."

"Um... I will call Michelle soon"

"Goodnight, Danny"

"Yeah, bye. I love you guys"

"I love you too, Daniel" Mum said.

"Have a good night" Dad said.

I got up and looked at Molly.

"She is beautiful, Daniel" She said and opened her arms.

I hugged her tight and kissed her head.

"I'm so happy" She whispered.

"Thank you, Molly"

"Thank you very much for making Abigail this happy."

"She makes me even happier, Molly. It's so easy"

She cupped my cheeks.

"You will be a great Dad, Daniel" I knew then that she knew.

"I hope so."

"Let's go, they are waiting for you"

When I opened the door, Abigail was on the bed and Daisy was on her arms. They were dressed with white hospital clothes. Abigail had her hair in a braid, rpobably done by Charlotte, who was looking at her nieces with so much love. Blake and Mike were sitting by the window, both with smiles on their faces. I swallowed and took a step in.

"Hey..."

Abi looked at me and smiled.

"Hi"

I walked to her and kissed her head.

"You look good" I kissed her lips. "I was calling my parents"

She bit her lip.

"I wish she had stayed in only for a few more days."

"Don't worry about that. They are changing the flights. And they told me to give you both a lot of kisses"

Abi leaned her head on my shoulder. Charlotte reached and touched her head.

"Are you tired?"

"Exhausted"

"We should get going" Blake said and walk closer to see the baby. Then he looked at me with a smile. "She is a Ricciardo, huh"

"I see her more like Abi" Michael said watching his goddaughter.

"She has her cheeks like Abi when she was a baby. But that mouth is surely Dan's" Charlotte whispered.

"I see it" Molly said.

And suddenly Daisy opened her eyes.

"Hi" Abi whispered and ran her finger over the side of her face. Ioved closer and hugged her shoulders. I couldn't speak. "How are you little flower?"

I smiled and Charlotte chuckled.

"She just had her first nap in the world. Must be feeling good"

Daisy made a noise and stretched her arms.

"There is plenty of space out here, right?"

The softness of Abi's voice was making me melt. It was dissolving me into a puddle.

I reached my hand and touched Daisy's, her fingers quickly grabbed mine and I gasped.

"Hi honey"

Her eyes followed my voice although she couldn't see yet.

"It's Papa" Abi whispered.

"Love, we are going to leave you guys alone" Charlotte said and kissed Abi. "I'll be here in the morning with the bag, okay?"

"Thank you, Charlotte. All of you actually. Thank you very much for coming" She said looking at them.

The Godparents said goodbye to the baby, then the coolest uncle too and finally Charlotte. And soon we were left alone with our baby and once again I couldn't believe it was real.

Daisy whined and as if she had been doing this her whole life, Abi put her on her chest, opening the shirt and letting her grab the nipple.

"You are going to kill me today, Abi"

She looked at me and smiled.

"Why?"

"Remember what I said when I proposed? That I fall for you everyday? Well, I'm feeling so so many things today and each second I love you more. And her... Look what you have given to me. You have made a perfect baby, Abi"

"We."

I kissed her lips and she grabbed me by my neck, kissing deeper and making me shiver.

"I love you so much, Daniel Ricciardo"

"I love you more."

"Call Michelle. And show your parents the baby"

I did. I took pictures and a video. I wanted them to see how healthy and strong Daisy was. Abi talked to them and then I sent Michelle a message.

Me: Hey. Something happened.

Not even a second later, she answered.

Michelle: what happened?

Michelle: don't scare me.

Me: this happened.

And just as quick, she called.

"Daniel!"

"Hi"

"The baby"

"Yes"

"Oh my god. I... The kids... They are at school but..."

"Hey, hey. It's fine. Breathe"

"Daniel you have a baby"

"I have a baby."

"How is Abi? Oh. When did it happen? She wasn't due in..."

Abi took the phone.

"Hi, Michelle."

I heard them talking. Abi told her everything and they talked and laughed for a while. And then she lookedat me and put it on speaker.

"She is so sweet Michelle. She has only cried once."

"She? A girl?!"

"Yes" Abi said with the biggest smile. "Everyone wanted a girl"

We laughed.

"Hey Mich" I called her. "Don't tell the kids that Daisy is a girl."

"Why is that?"

"Izzy asked me to name her like this, we want to surprise her"

We talk to her for a while and Abi started falling asleep on my shoulder.

"Hey, love. Let's go to sleep, huh"

We said out goodbyes to Michelle and Abi carefully moved Daisy away. She had fallen asleep while eating.

"I can't sleep yet" She said.

"Why?"

"I haven't seen you hold her yet"

I gasped. "I haven't"

"No Danny"

I felt my hands shaking and I looked at the small baby.

"We can wait until the morning"

"No, no. I want to. It's just..."

"It will be okay"

I nodded and looked at her. She smiled and reached the baby for me.

My heart was hammering in my chest. My baby. My little girl. My daughter. My little flower. My Daisy. She was sleeping on my arms and I couldn't stop looking at her.

"I love you so much, little flower. I have waited so long for you"

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I can't believe we are already here!!!

Next part: Daisy's life Pt1.

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#Daniel Ricciardo #Dr #Fic #Fluff #The handsome artist

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I have been having ✨A Time✨ recently, both writing and personally, so my sharing today is a 🔥Hot Mess🔥 (much like my brain rn). Feel free to skip if you have no patience for my rambling.

But first, thank you for the tags today @fatalfangirl @j-nipper-95 and Wednesday @palimpsessed @artsyunderstudy @forabeatofadrum @ivelovedhimthroughworse @chen-chen-chen-again-chen

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On to said rambling. Really, truly. Last chance to back out from delving into Writerly Indecision Hour. You have been warned. Below the cut for length:

Ok! I have mostly been trying to get chapter 6 of Depth of Reason up and running. I know what I want the bulk of the chapter to be about, but I have been having trouble writing the start and getting them to that point. I have two separate documents going, one with 1k, the other with 2k, and both of them feel like they aren’t quite how I want to start. Why don’t I just jump into the parts I want to write and go back to do the start later, you might ask? Well, for better or worse, I usually have to write in a linear fashion and writing scenes out of order rarely work for me.

So! My plan was to start with Simon and Baz out to lunch with Penny, getting some legal advice on how best to take on the Coven. My first attempt had a some Simon/Penny banter as they walked to the restaurant, as I wanted to toggle back to their relationship, and checking in on Penny’s pregnancy. Here’s a bit:

“Are you feeling okay?”

She sighs. “Yes, just a side ache. My body has become far less efficient these days. I hate it.”

“You’re growing a human from scratch. I’d say your body has become far more efficient than it’s ever going to be in your life.”

She shakes her head.

“I don’t know how my mother did this five times. I’m barely halfway through this pregnancy and I’m already tired of getting winded going up a flight of stairs and getting heartburn any time I eat something spicy.”

“Maybe your mum just really had it bad for your dad.” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

Penny groans and laughs at that. “Please stop, you’re making it worse.”

Not bad, but I got stuck a little further down once they got to the restaurant with Baz. Basically, I wanted some tension with Penny not fully on board with how Simon has been handling things and taking it out on Baz. But then I got stuck on how I wanted said tension to go. So then I started another document getting straight into the legal advice. Here is a bit of that:

“That fact of the matter is, Baz broke the law simply by existing as an unregistered vampire,” Penny continues. “According to the Dark Creature Management Code of 2018, any individuals who did not voluntarily come forward and self register within 90 days of either their birth or their turning, depending on the type of creature, was in violation of said code and would be subject to the legal ramifications set forth under—”

“Penny,” I stop her. “We already know all of that. You don’t have to read us the whole law.”

Sigh. This bit gets tricky, too. Basically, I need to lay out what their plan of attack is and how they are going to take on The System. I need to strike a balance between giving the reader enough legal background without it being a snooze fest. (Cue Simon trying to speed her through the legalese to get to the crux of what they need to do.) I started this bit with having Penny compare the World of Mages’ judicial system to the UK at large, assuming it was much like what we have in the US. Upon further research…it is not. And my ability to understand and parse out this differences is limited. Therefore, I am going to have to take out some of these explanations and just lean heavily on my made up WOM system for this fic. Which led to this (slightly aggressive) note to myself in the middle of a scene:

DO I SHORTEN THIS WHOLE THING AS MORE OF A FLASHBACK AND GET US THROUGH THE ADVICE AND THROUGH PENNY DOING SOME SORT OF DONT FUCK THINGS UP FOR SIMON THING TO BAZ SO THAT WE CAN MOVE THE STORY TO THEM GOING TO WATFORD FOR CHARACTER WITNESSES?????

the Watford scene is what I wanted this chapter to really be about. The other stuff is just the lead in to get there. But some of it really is important.

This writing struggle is compounded by the fact that I broke my toe this week, had my car brake down, and I’m in the middle of report card and parent conference season at school. Plus dealing with all of my other obligations with family and such while limping slowly about. Anyways! If you read this far I love you and appreciate your interest in my struggle. 😅 I genuinely enjoy reading posts like this about other writer’s processes and road blocks, because it makes me feel like I’m in good company when the words don’t just flow with ease. If it feels like the muses have temporarily abandoned you, believe me, I get it! Here’s to hoping they bless us again soon. 💛

#my writing #depth of reason #carry on fanfiction

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Grape Crush is such a funny name

Part 2?

Grape Crush is my favorite Crush flavor and I thought the pun was cute, ngl

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Gaz sighed as he watched Price settle into the sniper’s nest beside him. It was January, now, and they were on a mission for Rodolfo and Alejandro. Or… Alejandro and Rodolfo.

Technically, he supposed it would be Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra, but he’d been told to just call Rodolfo Rodolfo since he’d mistakenly called him Perra which apparently meant… bitch… in Spanish. Gaz was still cringing from that mistake. 

“You know, I don’t think he’s in there.” Gaz sighed, since they’d been there for hours, waiting for a target to come out, but he never had. They’d been asked to stay as long as possible to make sure, but there had been a possibility he was not in the building. 

“I’m starting to think you might be right.” Price did not sound happy. “We’ll stay here, just in case, though. How long until the place closes?”

It was a bar, so it wouldn’t close until 2 AM and it was currently 10PM… “Uh… four hours, sir.” Gaz cringed. Great, this was going to be a boring four hours. 

Price sighed and shook his head. “Course it is. Well, sergeant, settle in, it’s going to be a long four hours.”

“You know, I never told you the rest of the story…” Gaz perked up.

Price slowly turned to look at him, clearly not impressed. But, Gaz was not swayed. “Come on, sir, it’s not like we have anything better to do.”

Price was silent before rolling his eyes and making a gesture for Gaz to continue. “Wonderful!” Gaz grinned, shifting a little closer. He tried to remember where he was in the story, furrowing his brows. “Um… Um, I was…”

“You were going to go to the surf beach.” Price sighed, relaxing the sniper rifle a little.

“You were paying attention!” Gaz looked at him, genuinely surprised.

“Sergeant.”

“Right, right. Okay, so David had us up pretty early. Apparently Tiffany and her friends, who David had told me were named Veronica, Emilia, and Taylor. Taylor was her twin, by the way…”

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Kyle scratched at his upper arms and looked around the beach, frowning as he noticed it was pretty empty. “Not many people are here.” He had found a pretty nice looking green wetsuit at the little shop they’d stopped at before coming. David had a job, so he’d paid for both of theirs in order to appease Kyle, who hadn’t wanted to stand out. 

David had already embarrassed Kyle by also going into the shop and purchasing the Sex Wax brand. Kyle was pretty sure he’d seen on the website that they waxed the boards before every lesson, so he wasn’t even sure why David had… felt the need to do that. But, he’d went for the Kiwi “flavor” since it was his favorite. 

“That’s the point.” David was stretching and Kyle narrowed his eyes at him. “You said I was going to get on a board and try to surf so… When we got back to the hotel room, I found a coupon for free surfing lessons. So, I asked Mum and she said I could use them!”

Kyle had to admit, that was pretty smart. “Quick thinking,” he muttered. “There’s no way you’re going to be able to surf in one lesson, though.”

“Look, as long as I can stand up and surf for a little bit, I can wipe out and you can make up some story about how I’ve never done that. Then, I’ll tell Tiffany that she was so pretty it was distracting me and eh voila.” David held his arms out, grinning. 

Kyle blinked at David. “You really think that’s going to work?”

“Why wouldn’t it? Girls love that kind of stuff.” David waved him off and looked around. “Anyway, our instructor-”

“Our?!” Kyle immediately backed up from him. “Oh no, oh no no no no. I am not attempting to surf, you are.” He was absolutely not going to try to get on a board, he didn’t even want to attempt. He planned to just plant his happy ass on the beach with the girls and just watch David eat it on the water. 

“The lessons were for two people! Come on, I doubt they’re going to put us in the water for the first lesson.” David shook his head. “I’ll keep their attention on me and you can just kind of follow along.”

Kyle looked at David for a moment, watching him make his big stupid ass puppy eyes at him. “God, fine, but I’ll skin you if you try to make me get in the water.”

David relaxed and then grinned at him, again. “You’re the best, thank you!” He put his hands together and then he went back to stretching and looking around. “Oh, hey, look, that lifeguard is here.”

Kyle immediately turned to look, blushing dark and cringing at himself as soon as he did. He indeed did spot the lifeguard walking onto the beach, wearing a wetsuit. It covered most of his body and yet he was still just as gorgeous. 

Then, the lifeguard started to walk towards them and Kyle’s eyes went wide. “David. David. Why is he walking towards us?”

“Huh, now that I think about it, the website did say an Alex would be teaching us. Lifeguard and Surf Instructor. Damn, what a guy.” David smiled, sheepishly, and then gave a nervous laugh. “I thought it was a bit of a coincidence.”

Kyle grabbed David by the collar of the blue wetsuit he wore and yanked him close. “I swear to god....” He hissed. 

David laughed, nervously, again. “Look, it’ll give you a chance to get to know him! I really didn’t know!”

Kyle let him go and touched his forehead. He was going to die on this stupid vacation of embarrassment and it was starting to look like it would be David’s fault. He bit the inside of his cheek, hugging himself and looking away as Alex finally made it to them. 

“Hey, you two are who I was supposed to be instructing, right? David and… Kyle?” Alex gestured between them. “Oh, hey, I remember you from yesterday.”

David grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at Kyle, who had to resist just punching him across the jaw. “Yeah, my mum was the one who needed to talk about my sister’s accommodations…” Kyle mumbled. 

“Well, do you have any experience surfing? If so, I can get you started right in the water.” Alex offered. “If not, we’ll start slow.”

Kyle’s brain was snapped onto that, immediately. “I don’t,” he spoke up before David could and then he was suppressing a shit eating grin, trying to appear nonchalant. “David does. He’s surfed quite a few times before.”

David immediately whipped to glare at him but Kyle just ignored him, clasping his hands behind his back and rocking on his heels. “Oh, well then! That’s great.” Alex nodded. “Well, David, I’ll get you set up with a board, then. Uh… since both of you are at different skill levels- Jess!” He called to another young woman in a wetsuit.

Her wetsuit was black and red and she had bright red hair to match. She came over wearing red lipstick and a tattoo of a black widow spider peeked out of the bottom of her wetsuit, which was not shorts like Kyle and David’s or pants like Alex’s, but instead was legless. Oh no…

Kyle looked at David who looked like a kid in a candy shop, no longer looking absolutely terrified of the water. Jess intimidated Kyle, he’d admit, but he wished that Alex would decide that Jess could teach Kyle and Alex would teach David. 

“Jess, can you take over instruction for this one?” Alex asked, gesturing to David and Kyle’s heart sank. Oh no… 

David, however, looked to be on cloud nine. Jess looked over David, blowing a bubble with her gum and popping it before shrugging. “Yeah, but I’m taking half your commission.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Great, you do that.” He sighed. “Just get him a longboard, first, will you?”

“Jesus, Alex, I’ve been doing this job longer than you, I think I know what I’m fucking doing.” Jess made a face at him. “Come on, kid. Nice wetsuit.” She gestured for David to follow.

Kyle rolled his eyes as David gave him a quick thumbs up before following her. Kyle imagined that if David had a tail, it’d be wagging. Prick. He shook his head and sighed, able to hear David complimenting Jess’s wetsuit as they were walking away. 

“You’ll probably not be getting in the water today, is that okay?” Alex was talking and so Kyle turned his focus back to him, seeing he was grabbing a plain board from nearby. It was long, taller than Kyle, and for a moment, Kyle was vividly worried about it falling on him, but instead, Alex just laid it down on the sand before grabbing another and putting it on a weird mound of sand. 

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Kyle mumbled, more than grateful to not have to worry about that. 

“Have you ever seen someone surf?” Alex turned and looked at him, finally appearing to be done with what he was doing.

Kyle felt himself blushing again. “I’ve seen Surf’s Up…” He joked, or tried to.

Alex looked at him for a moment and then chuckled. “I think I’ve seen that. It’s the one about the penguins, right?”

“Yeah,” Kyle did relax a bit, finding it easier to interact with people when he had some sort of common ground. “I own the DVD of it, but I haven’t watched it too much.”

“Ah.” Alex nodded and then leaned against a palm tree which was nearby. “What’s your favorite scene?”

“Oh uh…” Well, it was a little embarrassing, but… Kyle was having a lot of trouble thinking of any other scene. “The scene with the sea urchin. The ‘broken, broken, gone gone, broken broken broken’ scene.” 

Alex laughed. “Yeah, I like that scene.” He nodded. “I vibed really hard with Cody. Especially that scene where he’s talking about his mom, you know?”

“Oh, yeah,” Kyle nodded, frowning. He’d forgotten about that scene. “The one where he’s talking about how judgemental people are?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Alex nodded. “I’ve uh… I’ve dealt with a lot of judgmental people.”

“Yeah, because you’re gay, right?” Kyle blurt out before he could stop himself and he immediately shrank back, covering his mouth. Kyle, you fucking dumbass. 

Alex paused and then chuckled. “Partially. But… yeah, I’m gay. That’s not going to be a problem for you, right?”

Kyle winced. “No… I’m… I’m gay, too… David is trans.” He gestured to where he could see David was leaning against a board, clearly trying to charm Jess. 

“Holy shit, no way.” Alex grinned. “So’s Jess.”

“Really??” Kyle blinked, surprised. Huh, he wished he’d known, maybe he’d have said something before Jess had left. “But, no… It won’t be.” He smiled a little. 

“Anyway, I’ll tell you more about why I relate to Cody while you practice balancing.” Alex gestured to the board on the mound before heading to the one that was just on the sand. “Start on your stomach, that’s how you’ll wade out to the water.”

Kyle… really did not want to get on his stomach. But, he sighed and nodded, anyway, before going to the board and carefully getting onto it, laying on his stomach. Alex made him mime the swimming motion and Kyle prayed no one was watching him. God, this was mortifying. 

Then, finally, Alex showed him how to get up so he could stand on the board. Kyle… may have gotten too cocky by just watching Alex do it because he got up, the board wobbled, and he was immediately falling over, hitting the sand kind of hard. 

Between these lessons and David, Kyle’s back was shaping up to be permanently bruised, it seemed. He rubbed at it, wincing. Alex quickly came over. “Don’t worry, kid, that happens to everyone.”

“Kyle.” Kyle mumbled, really not wanting to get called Kid. “That’s my name.”

“Oh. Well, Kyle, that happens pretty often. Hell, it happened to me.” Alex offered a hand and Kyle accepted it, letting him help him up.

Kyle rubbed at his back, again, and sighed. “Yeah, thanks.” He mumbled, not quite reassured by the statement. “How else do you relate to Cody?”

“Let’s try balancing for a moment.” Alex answered, first, and then guided Kyle back to the board, helping him to stand on it. Kyle winced as he wobbled and then he was blushing dark red as Alex used a hand to steady him by touching his waist.

His heart completely stopped beating for a moment. 

But, then Alex was talking and it resumed. “My mom was a single mom, too.” He answered, keeping Kyle steady on the board. “My dad died when I was kid and so she was alone raising me. She had a lot of pressure on her.”

“Oh.” Kyle felt kind of bad, now. “Wait, was?”

“Well, I don’t live with her anymore.” Alex laughed. “She’s still alive and kicking in Texas. I came up here for the summer to work before starting college.”

“Oh…” Kyle did relax a bit. Finally, he was able to stand a little bit on his own without wobbling, figuring out how to move with the motion of the board. “What are you going to college for?” He asked, wincing as soon as he did. He didn’t know why he asked, he just knew most adults did when someone mentioned college. 

“I haven’t decided yet. I have a wide array of options for what I want to be.” Alex sighed and finally he let go of Kyle’s waist.

Kyle did wobble a few more times, but he didn’t fall again, taking deep breaths as he did his best to stay on the board. “What do you want to be?” Okay, he was genuinely curious. 

Alex seemed to consider. “I’d like to join the CIA, honestly. Going undercover, doing spy shit… I liked James Bond as a kid if you couldn’t tell.”

Kyle blushed, his mind immediately pulling up a perfect image of Alex as a James Bond and… well, it didn’t help the little crush he had formed. “The CIA sounds cool. I don’t know much about it, I’m from England.”

“I could tell by your accent.” Alex nodded. “Hey, you’ve been balancing for a good moment.”

As soon as Kyle noticed, he wobbled again and then fell over. Alex was quick to catch him this time, Kyle landing in his chest. He put his hand on it to stabilize himself, doing a shit job of not thinking about how hard his abdomen was under Kyle’s hand. And the fact that he could smell peach on Alex’s body. 

Gahhh, get it together!

Alex chuckled. “Don’t let yourself get in your own head. Come on, let’s try getting up again.”

Kyle hesitated before nodding and getting back down. He mimed the motion of wading out and then standing up a few times until he could do it without immediately falling over. Thankfully, Alex stayed nearby, catching him any time he fell. 

When he could stand just fine, Kyle felt the barest amount of achievement, blushing and smiling to himself as he made the balancing motion. “You’re a natural!” Alex complimented and Kyle wasn’t sure he believed him.

But, he smiled, anyway. “You’re a good teacher.” He complimented back. 

Alex looked around for a moment. “Well, your friend hasn’t seemed to return-”

“Brother.” Kyle corrected and then blushed. “We’re technically foster brothers, but…”

“Oh.” Alex frowned. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed. Anyway, your brother hasn’t seemed to return. Technically, your lesson ended an hour ago, but… I don’t have any lessons for the rest of the day. Do you want to try wading out into the water?”

“Oh,” Kyle blushed. He tried not to be flattered that Alex wanted to continue teaching him. But, his brain already was. “Uh… I don’t… have to try to stand up in the water, right?”

“No, no.” Alex shook his head. “You’re pretty good, already, but I don’t want to throw you in the deep end, just yet. You can try just floating.” 

Kyle relaxed. Well, floating didn’t sound too bad… “Okay…” He nodded. “That sounds fun.”

“It is, I promise.” Alex nodded and smiled before grabbing the board. He showed Kyle how to first get on the board and then how to make sure he was in the right position before then showing Kyle how to attach his leg to the board. 

Finally, he let Kyle try to get out onto the water. Well, succeed, more like, but it was so incredibly easy that Kyle almost found himself having fun as he waded out. Alex didn’t grab his board, instead swimming out with him and then treading water when they made it a decent amount out.

Kyle put his arms under himself so he could be comfortable, closing his eyes and relaxing in the motion of the water. “This is nice…” He commented without really meaning to.

“It is.” Alex agreed and looked around. “Alright, you’ve heard me talk about myself, enough.”

“I like hearing you talk about yourself,” Kyle mumbled, blushing again. Alex was really interesting and he liked hearing about him. 

Alex seemed surprised and then chuckled. “Thanks. What about you, though? What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Kyle had to actually think about that one. “I… I don’t know, yet. I was thinking about joining the military, actually. But, I don’t know where, yet.”

Alex shrugged. “You have time. What, five years?”

Kyle made a face. “Only two and a half. Everyone sort of puts emphasis on that 18 thing.” He was pretty sure 18 was when most people decided in America, too, but maybe he didn’t know as much about them as he thought. Maybe most people chose by 21, instead? That would make sense, kind of.

Alex blinked. “You’re 15?”

“I- Yes??” Kyle was almost incredulous, pushing up on the board a little and then immediately laying back down as it wobbled in the water. “How old did you think I was??”

Alex laughed. “Well, you’re pretty tall but I thought you were 13! I thought you were very well spoken for being 13!”

Kyle groaned, putting his face in his arms. This was embarrassing. He’d never been mistaken for being younger, before. “I’m 15 and a half…” He mumbled.

“The half is a very important distinction.” Alex joked and Kyle found himself blushing more. “Well, I’m only 18 but I’ve gotten mistaken for being 21, if it makes you feel any better.”

Kyle was not sure it did, but he did finally lift his head out of his arms. He looked over Alex and then blushed. “You do kind of look 21…”

“Thanks.” Alex smiled. “I’m sure I’ll age gracefully.”

Kyle smiled. “I think you will…” He mumbled and then looked away. 

They were both quiet for a bit before Alex was nudging him, again. “What’s your favorite color?”

Kyle lifted his head from where he’d laid it on his arms and hesitated. “Green… Emerald, to be specific.”

“Like your suit. Cool.” Alex nodded. “Mine’s blue.”

“Like your eyes?” Kyle blushed as soon as he said it. God, he hoped he’d grow a filter, one day. 

Alex didn’t seem fazed, however. “No. Like… the darkest part of the sky during a sunset. When you can just still make out the blue.”

Kyle blushed, able to pull up the color in his mind, easily. “Oh.” He softened. “I like that shade of blue.” 

“You wanna try sitting up? I promise I won’t make you stand.” Alex offered.

Kyle hesitated before nodding and let Alex instruct him through sitting up and then straddling the board. Maybe… maybe this had been kind of nice… He was definitely not doing this again, though. “Alright, honesty time.” Alex suddenly said, as soon as Kyle was sitting.

Kyle blushed, frowning. Oh no. “What?”

“Does David actually know how to surf?” Alex chuckled. 

Kyle blushed dark, cringing as he realized he’d been caught. “No…” He admitted. “I was getting revenge for him knocking me over, yesterday.” Well, and a few other things, but… Kyle couldn’t quite admit that.

Alex shook his head, laughing softly. “Well, I will say, that was pretty dangerous but… I probably would have done the same, so I can’t judge you too hard. Don’t worry, Jess will pick up on it. She’s been surfing since she was a little kid.”

Kyle relaxed, glad Alex wasn’t mad at him. “Sorry…” He still mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it.” Alex pat the board. “You really are a natural. I wasn’t sitting until my third lesson.”

Kyle blushed, flattered again. “I’m a quick learner.” He joked. 

“Clearly.” Alex nodded. “I do lessons on Thursdays and… well, it’s shaping up to be a slow summer, so if you want to come back and learn more… I wouldn’t be opposed to it. You seem cool. If you want to find an excuse for your brother, Jess also does lessons on Thursday.”

Kyle blushed even darker. He thinks you’re cool, he thinks you’re cool. “I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

He probably would not be taking Alex up on the offer, regardless. “Thanks…” He smiled, trying not to appear too shy. 

“Come on, let’s get you back on the sand.” Alex nudged his head in the direction of the beach and Kyle glanced back, seeing David was waving at him. Even at this distance, Kyle could see he was grinning from ear to ear. 

Kyle nodded and he moved back to his stomach as Alex guided the board back to the beach. He undid the leg strap himself and then Alex showed him to easily stick the board in the sand before saying goodbye, grabbing some wax and starting to wax a different board.

Kyle watched him for a moment, blushing yet again, before turning and jogging over to David. “Hey, how did your lessons go. Did the girls ever show up?”

“Who gives a shit about them??” David shook his head. “Jess is so cool! She has a motorbike!” 

Kyle laughed, softly. “What about Tiffany? Aren’t you still interested in her?”

“Mate, motorbike.” David gestured to where Jess had gone over to Alex and they were talking. “Fuck Tiffany!”

Kyle shook his head, amused. “You know… Alex said she was trans, too.”

David’s eyes went big as saucers and then he was grinning. “Fuck Tiffany.”

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Gaz was cut off by Price firing the sniper rifle, startling a little. “Great timing, sir.” He grumbled and Price shrugged. “So, I’m guessing we can go, now?”

“Finally. I was worried I might actually have to listen to the rest of the story.” Price started to get up. 

Gaz rolled his eyes. “Admit it, you’re secretly interested in it.”

“Nope. Not one bit, Sergeant.” Price pat his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go back.”

Gaz shook his head, not hurt. He knew Price was just fucking with him. “Alright, sir.”

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I have a pretty funny plan for the little scenes outside of the actual storytelling, ngl

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Relative Values: royal siblings Zara Tindall and Peter Phillips on miscarriage, horses and Harry and Meghan

Interviews by Audrey Ward | Published 29 July 2018

Zara

Peter and I are 3½ years apart. Because I was younger I was always trying to play catch-up with him. When we were little we fought a lot and he was pretty mischievous, but he would often say that if I did something he would get in trouble for it.

I joined him at boarding school in Dorset when I was eight. My mum [Princess Anne] originally said I wasn’t going, but I wanted to go where my brother was and my parents probably got fed up with me as well. It was different back then. They were always travelling. When they separated [Princess Anne and Captain Mark Phillips divorced in 1992] it was obviously sad, but the way they did it was not harmful to us. I don’t remember it as a painful time. And I had Pete.

I loved school, I loved sport and being with my mates all the time. I don’t know how much work I did. You do get homesick, but I had so much fun, and Pete was very protective. All his friends were too. They kept me out of trouble. After Dorset, I joined him at Gordonstoun. He hung out with a group of lads who liked to have fun, but he always knew how to get away with stuff. When he was made head boy, I thought, “How did you manage that?”

After school I decided to commit to riding to see if I was any good. I managed to find a horse called Toytown and it went from there. We went up the levels together, me and Toytown. I had a very good horse in him. Taking part in the world championships was a career highlight, along with winning silver in a home Olympics. My grandmother [the Queen] loves the horses. It’s easy for her to understand it. She’s very proud of all her grandchildren, everyone is doing such different things.

I met Mike [Tindall, the former England rugby captain] in 2003. In the beginning of our relationship, Pete was very watchful of how Mike treated me. He wanted the best for me. Did I ever hook up with any of his friends? No way. It was the complete opposite: “Don’t go near my sister.”

I think Pete found it quite strange when I had my first child [Mia, 4]. I’m not very maternal. If someone had a new baby and said, “Do you want to hold my baby?”, I’d go, “No thanks,” but I really enjoyed all of it when I had Mia. I shocked myself. There’s quite a big gap between Mia and Lena: Mia is about to start school; with Lena, who is a month old, I’m going back and doing it all again.

I had a miscarriage in 2016 and afterwards loads of people wrote to me and Mike to say they’d been through the same thing. In our case, it was something that was really rare; it was nature saying, “This one’s not right.” For me, the worst bit was that we had to tell everyone — everyone knew.

At the time, Pete was again very much the protective brother; he was very concerned about me, as was Mike. Everyone was. It was a time when my family came to the fore and I needed them. I had to go through having the baby because it was so far along. I then had another miscarriage really early on. You need to go through a period where you don’t talk about it because it’s too raw but, as with everything, time’s a great healer.

I’ve got a huge amount of respect for Pete, for his work, for his role as a family man. At his wedding to Autumn [Kelly, a Canadian management consultant, in 2008], I was so proud, and it was the same with William and Harry when they got married. I was happy for them to experience the next chapter of their lives. Pete is someone who I’ve looked up to all my life. When I was growing up, he was a great person to have around, he was very level-headed, very calm, considered and grounded. He’ll be there no matter what I need.

Peter

Zara and I always did a lot of stuff together as kids, anything from riding to helping out with the farm — or not helping out with the farm, depending on which way you looked at it. We were brought up in a very active environment. If it wasn’t raining we’d have to be outside; if it was raining we just had to put on the right clothing to go outside.

Most little sisters are annoying and Zara was no exception. She tried to boss me around and tell me what to do. Wild is probably an unfair attribute to attach to her, but she was certainly at the centre of anything that was happening that was fun and boisterous.

I have a huge sense of pride in Zara as an equestrian. What she achieved at the age she did was remarkable. She was never really fazed by — or she never seemed to be fazed by — a major championship or event. People trusted her to deliver in a high-pressure situation.

I’ve worked in sports marketing and sponsorship since I left Exeter University. I’ve spent time at Jaguar Racing, Williams and the Royal Bank of Scotland, where I headed up their global Formula One sponsorship programme.

Harry and Meghan’s wedding was a really happy occasion. The weather and the fact that it was at Windsor helped everyone massively, it just added a slightly more relaxed feel to it. Windsor is such a special place. Autumn and I were the last ones [in the family] to get married there, and it was almost 10 years ago to the day. There’s definitely a different feel to things when they’re not in London or at Buckingham Palace.

Zara and I live 200 yards apart. It’s very difficult to keep my daughters and her elder daughter apart. At weekends it’s always, “What’s Mia doing?” When Mia arrived it was quite difficult to compute. Zara has always been the little sister and suddenly I thought, “Christ, you’ve properly grown up now.” That rather annoying little sister is now a well-respected equestrian and an exceptional mother. If my daughters come close to achieving what Zara’s achieved, I’d be happy.

STRANGE HABITS

Zara on Peter He sings really badly, but my singing voice is not very good either

Peter on Zara I genuinely don’t know. I can’t come up with a single one

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