#Pyjama Sets Australia
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Silk Pajamas: Embrace Elegance and Comfort
Australia's diverse climate calls for sleepwear that's not only stylish but also adaptable to varying temperatures. Silk pajamas, with their soft, smooth texture and natural breathability, have become a favored choice for those seeking a blend of elegance and comfort.
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Chic Dreams: Women's Printed Pyjama Sets Australia
Experience stylish and comfortable nights with Women's Printed Pyjama Sets Australia. This collection offers a delightful range of sleepwear designed to add a touch of charm and personality to your bedtime routine. With a focus on both fashion and comfort, these pyjama sets are crafted from soft, breathable fabrics that ensure a restful sleep.
Featuring a variety of playful and eye-catching prints, from floral patterns to vibrant geometric designs, these pyjama sets allow you to express your individual style even in the comfort of your home. The sets typically include a cozy top and matching bottoms, providing a coordinated look for a stylish sleep experience.
Pajama Village understands the importance of a good night's sleep, and their attention to detail ensures a perfect fit and optimal comfort. Whether you're lounging around the house, unwinding after a long day, or enjoying lazy mornings on the weekends, these pyjama sets are the perfect companion.
With their convenient online availability, browsing and purchasing your favorite printed pyjama sets is a breeze. Elevate your sleepwear game and indulge in fashionable comfort with Women's Printed Pyjama Sets Australia, bringing a touch of style to your slumber.
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Factors You Must Consider While Buying Sleepwear/ Loungewear Sets in Australia
Women's sleepwear in Australia is always considered to give them a warm and cozy feeling throughout the night. It is the soft fabric and comfortable fit that gives you a good night's sleep without any disturbances. Here are factors you should consider before settling on womens pyjamas in Australia. Read the complete blog at: https://cachiashop61.wordpress.com/2022/07/08/factors-you-must-consider-while-buying-sleepwear-loungewear-sets-in-australia/
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BEFORE A GAME WITH Y/N L/N | s.kerr
summary: netball australia releases a video with you (and sam) before a game. [1k words]
pairing: netball!reader x sam kerr
notes: another netball!reader because I love her
[OPENING SHOT OF Y/N'S HOME IN ADELAIDE. A MAGPIE SITS IN A TREE, CALLING OUT]
6:28AM, Y/N L/N'S HOME
THE MORNING OF ADELAIDE THUNDERBIRDS VS. MELBOURNE VIXENS
[SHOT OF Y/N'S BEDROOM WINDOW, THE SUN IS BEGINNING TO RISE. Y/N’S VOICEOVER BEGINS]
Y/N L/N: So, it's around 6:30 in the morning right now. Today is game day, we're playing melbourne and I have to be at the stadium by- (Y/N LOOKS DOWN AT HER PHONE, BLINKING A FEW TIMES) -9:30 for strat.
INTERVIEWER: Are you tired?
(Y/N LAUGHS, EXHALING THROUGH HER NOSE)
Y/N L/N: So tired.
Y/N L/N: I like to let sam sleep when I have to be up early.
[CLIP OF Y/N BRUSHING SAM'S HAIR OUT OF HER FACE AS SHE SLEEPS. SHORT CLIPS OF Y/N PULLING HER KIT OUT OF THE CUPBOARD, QUIETLY AS TO NOT WAKE HER GIRLFRIEND UP]
Y/N L/N: She flew in from Brisbane last night. (Y/N PAUSES TO MAKE SURE SAM IS STILL SLEEPING) Got in around midnight. So she needs a good sleep. (SMILES AT SAM)
[Y/N'S KITCHEN; Y/N SITTING AT THE KITCHEN BENCH, STILL IN HER PYJAMAS]
Y/N L/N: Game days I eat a big-ish breakfast. Some times we do team breakfasts if it's an earlier match, but we start at 6 tonight- so I'm eating here.
[CLIPS OF Y/N MAKING BREAKFAST; CEREAL AND YOGURT, MIXED NUTS ON TOP]
Y/N L/N: My grandad, well my Pa, used to have this cereal and when I was in juniors, I would eat it before my games. So now that I'm old (LAUGHING) and live out of home, he misses the cereal with the nuts and drops it off every month.
[PICTURES OF Y/N AND HER PA, OLD AND NEW]
Y/N L/N: He doesn't really like netball, but he watches it for me.
[Y/N EATING HER BREAKFAST QUIETLY AT THE BENCH, TRYING NOT TO LAUGH WITH HER MOUTH FULL]
Y/N L/N: (SWALLOWS BEFORE SPEAKING) I feel very strange with you all watching me eat.
[B-ROLL FOOTAGE; Y/N SAT EATING, PANS TO CREW FILMING HER. LAUGHTER FROM BEHIND THE CAMERA]
(SAM WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN, PAUSES WHEN SHE SEES THE CREW. LAUGHTER EMITS FROM Y/N AND FROM THE CREW]
SAM KERR: Um.. (PAUSES) What the *BEEP* is going on?
(MORE LAUGHTER)
[CUTS TO Y/N SITTING WITH SAM ON THE BENCH, SAM LEANING HER HEAD ON Y/N'S SHOULDER]
Y/N L/N: This is my girlfriend, her name is Sam.
(SAM WAVES TIREDLY AT THE CAMERA)
Y/N L/N: She should be asleep right now.
SAM KERR: I would be, but there's ten random people in our home right now (LAUGHS)
7:33AM
[CUTS TO Y/N IN THE BATHROOM, SKINCARE PRODUCTS SET UP BEHIND HER]
Y/N L/N: Before I go to the stadium, I shower and shave. I always try to remember to shave my armpits (LAUGHS) on the morning of games, but sometimes.. I forget. I keep my hair up and try not to get it wet, because I'll wash it later tonight after the game.
[CLOSE UP OF PRODUCTS BEHIND Y/N]
Y/N L/N: I get out all my stuff to wash my face with and everything before my shower so I don't forget anything.. because.. I will.
SAM KERR: *OFFSCREEN* She will.
Y/N L/N: Let's keep the heckling to a minimum, shall we?
8:19AM
SAM KERR: Y/N takes forever in the shower, so I usually, if I'm here, will try to make sure she's got everything.
(SAM PULLS A THUNDERBIRDS DUFFLE OUT FROM THE CUPBOARD, PLACING IT ON THE BED)
SAM KERR: This is her game bag, she needs her training gear and shoes. Her dress is at the stadium ready for her, which is good- because it would be all wrinkled, like the rest of her stuff (LAUGHS).
(SAM FOLDS AND PUTS Y/N'S CLOTHES INTO HER BAG)
SAM KERR: Uhh, clothes, shoes, deodorant. What else? Body wash. This is her little bag that she brings to shower after, has all her special, fancy stuff in it. And I'll- (SAM PULLS A HOODIE FROM THE CUPBOARD) put this in here, because it'll be cold when she comes home.
[Y/N PEERS AROUND THE CORNER, HER TOWEL WRAPPED AROUND HER. SHE TRIES TO KEEP HER BODY OUT OF SHOT]
Y/N L/N: Can I come in now?
8:36AM
[Y/N'S CAR; SAM IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT, Y/N IN THE PASSENGER]
SAM KERR: I feel like we're vloggers or something
Y/N L/N: No, I know (SMILES)
SAM KERR: Hey guys! Welcome back to our channel!
(Y/N LAUGHS WITH SAM)
Y/N L/N: So now I'm on my way to Netball SA to meet the girls, Sam's driving me because she's a good girlfriend.
SAM KERR: I didn't wanna be left alone.
Y/N L/N: That too. The stadium is in the city and my place is like forty-five-ish minutes away? Thirty-five with good traffic.
SAM KERR: Your phones going off bub
Y/N L/N: It's Georgie (CHUCKLES)
SAM KERR: (BANGING THE STEERING WHEEL PLAYFULLY WITH A SMILE) Georgie Horjus!
Y/N L/N: she wants to know if you're allowed to be driving with how much sleep you've had.
(SAM LAUGHS, ADJUSTING HER SUNGLASSES)
SAM KERR: Probably not, tell her to piss off.
9:17AM
[CLIP OF Y/N KISSING SAM GOODBYE THROUGH THE OPEN CAR WINDOW. SAM PULLS AWAY, BUT HOLDS Y/N'S HEAD CLOSE]
[SUBTITLES APPEAR AS SAM TALKS INAUDIBLY]
SAM KERR: *MUMBLED* I love you
[SAM QUICKLY KISSES Y/N ONCE MORE BEFORE TIGHTENING THE RIBBON IN Y/N'S PONYTAIL FOR HER]
[CLIP OF Y/N WALKING INTO THE STADIUM]
Y/N: So we're at the stadium, heading in to talk strategy with the girls for today's game. After that we'll do drills and warm ups, probably rewatch our last game again- boring stuff really (CHUCKLES). Oh, oh-
[CAMERA PANS TO TIPPAH DWAN, GOAL SHOOTER AND GOAL ATTACK FOR THE ADELAIDE THUNDERBIRDS. SHE SKIPS OVER TO Y/N, SUNGLASSES OVER HER EYES]
TIPPAH DWAN: Hey!
Y/N L/N: This is Tippah, my starting attacker.
TIPPAH DWAN: Dream-team here really (SHRUGS)
Y/N L/N: Thanks for spending my morning with me.
(TIPPAH PULLS Y/N IN FOR A TIGHT HUG AS Y/N LAUGHS, WAVING TO THE CAMERA)
TIPPAH DWAN: Now get outta here!
6:03PM
[CLIP OF Y/N TAKING TO COURT, TIGHTENING HER PONYTAIL UNDER THE GOAL RING. PANS OVER TO SAM KERR, WHO SITS WITH OTHER THUNDERBIRD PLAYERS PARTNERS. SHE IS CLAPPING, AND CHEERING FOR Y/N AS THE COUNTDOWN TO THE GAME BEGINS]
[THE SCREEN TURNS BLANK AS THE WHISTLE SOUNDS]
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The Beatles facts, from the "Fabulous" magazine in 1965:
John flew to Hong Kong wearing pyjamas.
John is a cat-lover.
Ringo spent much of his childhood in a Cheshire hospital.
John used to envy his cousin Stanley's Meccano set.
Brian Epstein hesitated a long time before taking Ringo as a replacement for Pete Best.
George is afraid of flying.
George has bought a bow and arrow.
Pattie Boyd didn't like the Beatles before she met them on the set of A Hard Day's Night.
John’s father was a singer on pre-war Atlantic liners.
Ringo's stepfather, Harry Graves, sings Beatles songs at family parties.
The Beatles never visit a barber.
Paul washes his hair every day.
The Beatles turned down the offer of an appearance on the 1964 Royal Variety Show.
Ringo cannot swim, except for brief doggie paddle.
Brian Epstein made the Beatles have their hair cut short after he signed them in 1962.
They are never photographed with their hair 'up.'
Paul ate corn flakes and bacon and eggs at a champagne and caviar luncheon in London. Music publisher Dick James was host.
The Beatles didn't want to go to Australia without Ringo when he was ill. But Brian persuaded them to change their minds.
Paul has a mini as well as an Aston Martin DB4.
George's personal Christmas card was a photograph of him scowling at a cameraman.
John never saw an audience properly until Dundee in Scotland. Then he wore contact lenses.
An American firm wrote to the Beatles asking if they could market the Beatles' bathwater at a dollar a bottle.
They refused the offer.
Their road manager, Mal Evans, was once a bouncer at the Liverpool Cavern Club.
Neil Aspinall, their other road manager, was given a Jaguar last Christmas – a present from the Beatles.
Paul drinks coffee for breakfast. The other three drink tea – even in America.
Ringo had his new clothes designed by a woman, Caroline Charles.
Jane Asher bought Paul a record player for his Aston Martin.
Brian Epstein says, 'America discovered Ringo.’
Paul believes he is not a very good guitarist.
None of the Beatles drinks Scotch and Coke. They now dilute the occasional spirit with lemonade.
John told an American journalist that US fashions were five years behind the UK.
The Beatles never really liked jelly babies. They just said they did for a joke.
They carry a crate of pop in the trunk of their Austin Princess.
Their new chauffeur, Alf Bicknell, used to drive for David Niven and Cary Grant.
Burt Lancaster has sent Ringo a set of pistols. They became friends in Hollywood.
Burt let them use his home for a showing of A Shot in the Dark.
Edward G. Robinson and his grandchild twice joined the queue to shake hands with The Beatles at their Hollywood garden party.
So did Mrs Dean Martin and her five children.
The Beatles have no pockets in their trousers and only two side pockets in their jackets. Paul designed them.
All they carry on them in the way of money is a few banknotes.
John has bought his mother-in-law a house near his own in Surrey.
None of The Beatles wears under shirts.
Paul wants to buy a farm.
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The Aussie Easter Experience
Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader
Summary: Nico gets to experience an Aussie Easter
Word Count: 1311
Warnings: Alcohol. Oh and kids cause they always should come with warnings
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After getting knocked out of the playoffs just before Easter, Nico and yourself decided to just head to Australia to spend the holiday with your family. It was a big deal in your family. With all your nieces and nephews, it was an all day deal. Nico chose to make the best out of the shitty season he and the boys had. To be able to spend the holiday with some family.
You two had flown in the day before the big day. The house was already full with visiting family who were staying with your parents. Caravans were parked in your front yard. Luckily you had grown up on a large property where your parents still lived. Nico and yourself were given your old room which was still pretty much how you left it.
The Sunday morning came around and the sound of giggling children on the other side of your bedroom door had woken you up. You were quick to nudge Nico awake.
“If you don’t wake up right now, you’ll have about 5 kids under the age of 7 jump on you and beg you to get up.” Nico groaned, pulling the covers above his head. You were quick to join him as the door was thrown open and the gaggle of kids rushed in. “We’re up, we’re up.”
Nico threw the covers off of you two and over the kids laying on top of you. Trapping them under the blanket. “I’ve got you guys now!”
The giggling quieted down as the kids quickly left the bedroom. The last left was Layla who had chosen to cuddle up to Nico. “Uncle Nico. I missed you.”
“What about me?” You mutter, getting up and pulling out an outfit from your suitcase.
“You too Aunty (Y/N)!”
She goes out of the room allowing you and Nico to change. You two were quick to make your way into the lounge room where the family had all crammed in for breakfast. The adults around the dining table and on the couches with the kid in the lounge room.
“Since our teenagers are up,” Your mother jokes, smiling as the two of you take a seat beside your sibling, Dylan, “We can get started with our Easter. You kids can now pick up your basket. Only the one with your name though.”
The kids sitting on the lounge room floor all cheer. With your 5 older siblings and older cousins, there were a total of 11 kids in the room. Ranging from 4 months old to 8 years old. The perfect ages for a big Easter celebration. The first thing each kid under 18 gets is a basket each that contains a pair of pyjamas , a movie and a chocolate bunny.
Breakfast was placed on the table. A wide spread of bacon and eggs, pancakes, croissants and fruit was put out. Oh and you couldn’t forget the three different types of hot cross buns, fruit, fruitless and chocolate chip. Everyone piled up their plates and found a seat around the room. Yourself and Nico set yourselves up with your siblings Dylan, Molly and Nick in the lounge room. Dylan was your only younger sibling at 18, just aging out of the Easter traditions. Nick was the next sibling after you at 25 and then Molly was 26.
“What’s these?” Nico asked, poking your hot cross bun on your plate with his fork.
“It’s a hot cross bun,” You answer, picking up one of the buttered halves and holding it up to his mouth. “It’s a sweet, spiced bread. There isn’t any fruit in this one.”
He took a bite and grinned, “They taste good!”
“Right? We only have these at Easter.”
Molly rolls her eyes, “Shops start stocking them the day after Christmas these days.”
“Here’s a juice each,” your mum offers, coming over to Nico and you.
The pair of you take the glasses of orange juice from her. You went straight in for a sip. Enjoying the refreshing beverage. Mid way, one by one the fathers started disappearing from the room, going out back to hide the eggs. Luckily the kids didn’t notice, too enthralled by the pancakes and chocolate chip hot cross buns. Nico did instead, turning to you in curiosity.
“What’s happening?”
You leant in, whispering in his ear, “They’re going to hide the eggs.”
“Uncle Nico!” Your 4 year old nephew Wyatt toddled up to you guys on the couch. He held his arms up, wanting to be sitting with you. “Look, a bunny.”
Nico lifted the blonde boy onto the couch, sitting him on your lap facing Nico. Wyatt held up the chocolate bunny which had its wrapper already peeled back and a bite taken from the ears. You quickly snuck a bite of the bunny making the kid squeal.
“Guys look,” Dylan shouted, running in holding up a small, foil-wrapped egg, “The easter bunny came!”
All the kids raced outside to start the hunt, bringing their baskets with them. You got up, grabbing Charlotte from Kacey and her basket. She was a bit young to understand the whole idea of the hunt. So instead you wandered the yard, avoiding the gaggle of children running around the large yard. The rest of the adults had filed out of the house to watch the joy of the hunt.
“Mummy look!”
Bianca ran up to your older cousin Sarah. Showing her the collection of small eggs she had collected. Nico caught a glimpse of one you had snuck and opened.
He was confused. He looked at you standing beside him, entertaining Charlotte. “Uh, the eggs are actually chocolate? Not plastic?”
“They’re chocolate, here,” You pass him a handful of the Cadbury eggs. “It’s a mix of flavours. I think there is Turkish delight, mint, cookies and cream and some others.”
Nico tried them one by one as he watched the kids enjoy the morning. Honestly, no-one knew how many eggs were actually hidden by the dads. Knowing your dad, a lot. He loved to spoil you as a kid.
“You looking forward to the adult hunt?” Kendall asks Nico, not knowing you hadn’t told him.
“The what?”
Dylan laughed, “In our family, we have an adult hunt. Instead of chocolate we find alcohol. 18 plus is the age bracket for the hunt. Mum, Dad, Aunty Julie, Uncle Glenn, Aunt Rose and Uncle Johnno put it on. Everyone has a specific drink to find. Oh and the small bottles of alcohol are free for all.”
“I wasn’t asked…”
You shrug, giving Nico a bashful smile, “I told Mum your favourite was Emu.”
Nico smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “And what’s your choice of poison?”
“Cruisers. Specifically citrus ones.”
“Basic,” Dylan joked.
“Says the 18 year old planning to find Ronas.”
Once the kids had found them all, they went inside to watch Rise of the Guardians in the movie theatre. Then it was the adults' turn. You all sat in the lounge drinking the first drink of the day while the parents hid the alcohol. Your father came in, holding the little bottle of tequila.
“Who first?”
This was your time to shine. You got up the quickest and shot back the little bottle of alcohol. Then you got to start first. 30 seconds after you exited the back door, the others filed through. Nico was quick to join the hunt. Some of your older guy cousins were pushing each other around, trying to get to some of the old hiding spots.
“How many do we have to collect?” Nico asks.
“12,” You reply, adding another to your little esky bag.
“And usually we drink them all today,” Kacey grinned. “Grandparents get to look after the kids while we have a party.”
You and Nico both pop open a bottle, clinking them together, “To Easter I guess.”
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DAY SIXTEEN
Mitch Rapp + exhibitionism kink
[warnings - husband!dom!mitch, sub!fem!reader, smut, oral (f rec), exhibitionism]
[word count - 970]
[kinktober list]
Honeymooning with Mitch in Australia. Honeymooning with Mitch in a five star honeymoon suite in Sydney, Australia. Honeymooning with Mitch in a five star hotel with floor to ceiling windows in the main bedroom of your honeymoon suite in Sydney, Australia.
All this can only mean one thing. He knows it. You know it. It’s only a matter of time before it happens.
“Good morning,” you turn to face your new husband, blinking away the grogginess from your tired eyes - you still don't understand how Mitch can go through an almost thirty hour flight and not have jet lag.
“Hello there, Mrs Rapp,” he leans forward and pushes his lips against your own, not caring a lick for either of your morning breaths.
“Hello there, Mr Rapp,” you pause, raise your eyebrow, then let out a short giggle, “your name hasn’t changed,”
“No,” he agrees with a chuckle, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before throwing the quilt from his body and getting out of bed, naked as the day he was born.
You sit up with a blush, nearly choking on your spit as he shoots you a cheeky wink before disappearing into the bathroom.
By the time he emerges, you’ve finally managed to haul yourself from the comfort of the bed and shuck your now crumpled pyjamas, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace panties.
“Whoa,” he comes up to you from behind, wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself against your ass. His growing cock bumps against the intricate pattern, staining it with a thick glob of his precum, “I haven’t seen these before,”
He snaps the elasticated material against your skin, chuckling at your surprised squeal. Mitch spins you around, one hand coming up to tip your chin up, leaning down and almost kissing your lips - you duck your head to the side at the last second, letting his lips hit your cheek.
“Calm down, muchacho. I need to brush my teeth before you get all… freaky with me,” you sass, brushing past him with a bump of your hip on his. He catches you before you can dart behind the door, pulling you in for a rough kiss, licking filthily into your mouth and pulling back with a bite to your bottom lip.
“Hurry up in there,” he releases you with a swift slap to your behind, watching as your breasts bounce softly in the air as you walk. The door clicks softly behind you, and you set about your morning routine (maybe slightly rushing through it with your excitement).
He’s waiting for you when you come out, sitting with his legs spread on the loveseat just in front of the california king bed you’d both slept in last night. He shakes his knee - an invitation, you realise. In seconds, you're sitting sideways over his thighs, leaning into his broad chest. Butterfly kisses are muttered over the side of your neck, and you loll your head to the side, exposing more of your sensitive skin to his hungry lips.
“I think we need to talk about the windows,” you blurt, turning to face your new spouse with slightly widened eyes. Neither of you had said it out loud yet.
“Whatever do you mean, princess?” He pouts innocently. Oh, so he’s playing that game. The ‘see how long I can provoke my wife before she bursts into a flaming pile of embarrassment so I can take pity on her’ game.
“Mitch,” you pester, hiding your face away in the crook of his neck, “you know what I want, just- just-”
“Just give it to you?” He supplies, wiggling his eyebrows provocatively and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, “Right in front of that big fuckin’ window? Where everyone can see you?”
A pathetic, whimpery sort of sound tumbles past your kiss-swollen lips. Mitch seems to sympathise for you, hooking his arms around your waist and carrying you like a ragdoll towards the colossal windows. He sets you down with a kiss to your head.
“Face it,” he gives you a gentle push to your shoulder, encouraging you to push yourself against the pristine glass. You comply easily, gasping at the frozen touch of the glass against your pert nipples. Mitch grasps at your hips, pulling and pushing until he deems your position good enough.
“Mmm- Mitch-” you gasp as he all but tears the flimsy material from your shaking body with his hurry to get his hands all over you. As soon as your body is wholly naked for him, Mitch can’t help but let his fingers dive into the warm folds of your excited cunt, slipping up to the hood of your clit and giving it a harsh pinch.
“I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy, ‘nd you’re gonna look out the pretty window and wave to all the people lookin’ at you whinin’ like a bitch for me,” he mutters into the shell of your ear, pressing himself against your ass for a few long moments, savouring the delicious pressure of his cock against the small of your back before forcing himself to pull back and drop down to his knees.
“Give em a smile for me, babygirl,”
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Sunset Boulevard
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pairing; Oscar Piastri x Reader
plot; You and Oscar had been together since he joined you at school in England. You grew up pining over eachother. You're currently visiting his family in Australia, not for the first time, and are enjoying a peaceful wander back to his family home.
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The winter break has been pretty awesome so far. You've been reveling in the bright Australian sunshine and soaking up beach trips. Plus, you have to admit Oscar's family are amazing. Every time you've visited they've done nothing but make you feel comfortable and welcome. His sisters have such beautiful personalities; it feels as if you've known them your entire life and his parents are incredible and have offered to accommodate you in any way, just to make you feel more at home.
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"You okay?" a voice would ask softly. You'd quickly snap out of your daydreaming and turn your head towards the sound. You'd smile at the sight of Oscar. Hair messy, dressed in beige shorts and a white, cotton top. His hand was interlinked in yours, brushing his thumb over the knuckle of your forefinger as you walked.
"Yeah, just feeling a bit drowsy." you'd hum in response. You'd turn your head back to the sight you'd just been fixated on. It was peaceful and picturesque.
You'd let your eyes follow the sandy path up into the setting sky. The blend of blue and a dusted pink looked truly magical. You'd then look to the pool of water by the path. It's waves would crash up at the cobble road, resulting in water flicking onto the side of your calf. It felt refreshing.
You could feel Oscar's eyes on you as the two of you walked. It was comforting being watched by him, in a way. He was one of the only people in the world you trusted entirely.
As the two of you finally passed the bay of water and it's waves stopped crashing against your feet, you'd feel the sensation replaced by a tapping from tall grass. You'd look back up to see Oscar's House. You'd tilt your head slightly as you both approached the door. You'd slip your sandles, coated in sand, off on the porch before heading upstairs; his hand still in yours.
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By the time you had checked the clock, it was late. 11:13pm.
You'd feel your eyes grow heavy as you'd change from your denim shorts and linen top into a pair of cotton pyjamas. You'd turn to see Oscar already under the covers, putting his phone on charge.
You'd smile and slide in beside him; cuddling up to his side and resting your head on his, now, bare chest.
His hand would join you, one resting on the small of your back and one in your hair. You'd feel a peck against your hairline before drifting off.
Authors note - Hii!! Sorry it's so incredibly short. I am working on a series at the moment, in which I hope I will have completed the first episode by next weekend.
This took longer than I was hoping, which is always pretty rough, but oh well. I haven't properly proofread it so lmk if there're any grammatical or spelling errors 🤍
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Lost and Found- Chapter 23
Fandom: Extraction
Pairing: Tyler Rake and Esme Drummond (OFC. But you do not have to read the others in the series to understand this fic.)
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Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43179357/chapters/131266804
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*****
Esme lingers in the near distance, watching Millie as she busies herself at the table by the living room windows; her hair dishevelled and unruly, wayward strands skimming the sides of her face and falling into her eyes. Her long, slender frame still clad in her pyjamas; an intentionally mismatched set comprising traditional brown and grey camo leggings and a neon pink shirt decorated with bright yellow stars. Attention riveted on her creative pursuits; kneeling on one of the chairs, the tabletop covered in sheets of different coloured paper, markers, and both pencil and traditional crayons.
The little one looks so much like her in that moment of intense concentration: the furrowed brow, the narrowed eyes, the top teeth tucked over her bottom lip. Even fresh out of the womb, she’d borne a startling resemblance to him. Arriving in the world with a headful of thick, dirty blond tresses, sparkling blue eyes, and that long torso and lanky limbs. And shockingly big feet and hands. And despite not spending her first four years in his presence, she somehow carries quite a number of his mannerisms and quirks; the stubbornness, the resiliency, the naturally occurring love for animals and a seemingly fearless, bold curiosity that knows no limits.
For Esme, it had been so bittersweet. Longing to be a mother for so long, she had found herself alone and overwhelmed, yet blessed with a beautiful little girl who was the spitting of the man who helped create her.
The one she had lost, but had loved beyond all comprehension. And always would.
She lightly raps her knuckles against the wall in an effort to grab Millie’s attention. “Hey…”
The four-year-old glances up and over; a broad, dimpled smile replacing the frown of concentration. “Momma! Hi!”
“What’cha doin’, babes?”
“Just drawing and colouring some stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Just all the stuff I like best. Animals and birds and rainbows and flowers and the places that you and I would always go to. Like the library, and the Statue of Liberty, and the fountain at Central Park. And Macy’s.”
“Macy’s, huh? Let me guess; what it looks like at Christmas?”
“Christmas is the best time to go there. All the lights and decorations and stuff. And the hot chocolate and those things we always get to eat. In the paper bag. That you got at the food cart.”
“Roasted chestnuts.”
“Those are soooo good. Do they have Christmas in Australia?”
“They definitely do.”
“Just no snow.”
“No. There won’t be any snow. But we could always travel somewhere where there is some. For Christmas time. I’m sure Tyler wouldn’t mind. He’s been in winter weather before.”
“Christmas is only a month and a bit away. Is that enough time? To let Santa know where I moved to? What if he comes to New York City and can’t find me?”
“There’s more than enough time to send him your new address. Once December first comes, we’ll write him a letter. Let him know where you’re living now. He won’t forget about you. I promise.”
Satisfied with the answer, Millie returns to the drawing in front of her. “I’m going to hang my pictures on the wall in my new bedroom. Tyler said I could. That I could decorate it myself. And that we could even go shopping! So I can pick out things I really like. He even said I could get a bike. And that he’ll teach me to ride it. IF it’s okay with you.”
“Of course that’s okay with me. You guys have been talking a lot, huh?”
“I like talking to him. He always lets me ask tons of questions. Even if they’re stupid ones. And he never gets mad at me. For talking too much. Alessio always got mad. He said I was too noisy.”
“I’m sorry. That Alessio was mean to you. And I’m sorry that I didn’t do something about it. That I didn’t take you away from him.”
“You always told him off! When he was mean to me. You never let him get away with it. Especially when he threw away my sandals. You REALLY lost it on him! It was awesome!”
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. To defend you. Keep you safe. You know that, right?”
“Mmhmm. ‘Cause you’re my momma. And you love me.”
“I do. I DO love you. I love you so very, very, VERY much. And that’s why I need to have a little chat with you about something. About how things are going to go down today. When we finally get out of here.”
“When do we have to try and get away from the bad guys?”
Her mother nods. “Do you think I could join you? Sit with you for a little bit? Have our talk, and then you let you go back to what you’re doing?”
“Okay.” She hurriedly gathers up the loose pieces of paper, caps the markers, and settles everything into a neat pile. “Can I show you my pictures first? I think they’re really good. That you’ll REALLY like them.”
“I would love to see them.” Settles on the edge of the bed, Esme combs her fingers through Millie’s hair as the little one proudly shows off her creations: brightly coloured drawings of all of her favourite animals, princesses, superheroes, her rendition of Macy’s at Christmas, and the fountain and ducks in Central Park.
“And I made this!” Millie holds aloft the final piece. “It’s my best one! That’s me and you and…”
“How come you made me so short? I’m almost as small as you are.”
“‘Cause you’re really tiny, mom. I’m going to be taller than you soon.”
“You’re four years old, I highly doubt that.”
“I bet you when I’m ten, I'll be taller than you!”
“You know, for such a cute little thing, you’re a savage.”
“...and that’s Tyler. I made it with all three of us ‘cause we’re going to be living together, so that makes us a family! He IS family, right?”
“He definitely is.”
“And that’s his dog, Lucy. He showed me a picture of her. So I could draw her. I love her already. I always wanted a dog.”
“And a rabbit and a ferret and a bearded dragon. Along with a whole list of other animals. You’ll have to go easy on Lucy, okay? She’s getting older. Slowing down. And I’m sure things are starting to hurt.”
“Tyler said maybe all she needs is a little kid around. To have fun with. That maybe she’ll be so excited, she’ll act like a puppy again. I really hope she likes me.”
“She’ll love you. For sure. She’s a very sweet girl.”
“Mom, can I ask you something? Without you getting mad?”
“Why would I ever get mad at you? There’s nothing you could ask that would ever upset me.”
“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent. There’s nothing you can’t talk to me about. You know that. What’s going on? What’s up?”
“You remember how you said that one day you’d take me to meet my dad? My REAL dad?”
“I remember.”
“I kinda changed my mind. I don’t think I want to meet him anymore.”
“Why not? What happened?”
“Well, if we’re going to be living with Tyler, that means he’s gonna be my dad. Maybe not the dad that helped make me, but the dad that’s going to help you take care of me. Until I’m old enough to take care of myself.”
“Okay…”
“I love Tyler. With all my heart. He’s my second bestie. And if my real dad comes along, he might not like that. That Tyler is around and that I love him and like being with him and living with him. And he might get upset and not let me see Tyler anymore. That would really make me sad. If I couldn’t see him.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that. I don’t think your dad…”
“I don’t want to take any chances. So it’s just better if I don’t meet him; if he stays a secret, and I just wonder about him. I just want it to be us. You and me and Tyler. And Lucy. I don’t want anyone changing that.”
“Honey, I don’t…”
“Please, momma?” Millie’s voice quivers with emotion as tears sparkle in her eyes. “Please don’t make me meet him. I don’t want to ruin things. I want them to stay the way they are. I don’t want him trying to take me away. I just want to stay with you and Tyler and Lucy. Please?”
“Alright…” Cradling her daughter’s cheeks in her palms, Esme turns her head up towards her and places a kiss on her lips. “...we’ll keep things the way they are. But there’s something I need to tell you. And it’s really important and…”
“About my dad?”
“Yeah, about your dad.”
“Momma, no! I don’t want to hear it. I don’t…”
“Millie, it’s not what you think. It’s not bad. It’s very good, actually. It’s very, very, VERY good. Please just let me say it? I really need to say it?”
“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t…”
“Tyler’s your dad. Your REAL dad. He’s not just an old boyfriend that I got back together with. He’s so much more than that. He always has been.”
“That’s impossible. He CAN’T be my dad.”
“He is, sweets. There is no doubt about it. There was no one else but him. In my life. He’s the person who helped make you. He’s…”
“If he was my dad, he would have known about me BEFORE. He wouldn’t have just met me.”
“It’s a long and complicated story and…” Her voice trails off as the main door to the suite clicks open. And she returns Tyler’s warm yet apologetic smile with a shaky, nervous one of her own.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be this late.” Affectionately ruffling Millie's hair, he lays a hand on Esme’s shoulder, and drops a kiss on the top of her head. “I got tied up with work stuff. We were going over some things, and people were disagreeing about them and…” He frowns as he notices her discomfort, then runs a hand over her hair, and squeezes the nape of her neck. “What’s going on? You alright? You don’t…”
Tears threaten as Esme shakes her head. “I told her. The truth. About you. I didn’t mean to do it. Just she was talking about her dad, and I just blurted out. I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I know that we were going to wait and tell her together, but…”
“It’s okay. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. You didn’t do anything wrong. Hey…” Dropping to a knee alongside Millie’s chair, he gives a comforting smile and then places his palm on the top of her head; thumb repeatedly stroking her brow. “...you alright? What’s going on?”
“It’s not true, is it? That you’re my dad. There’s no way it’s true.”
“It’s true. Your mom isn’t lying, I AM your dad.”
“You can’t be. I’m four. And we just met! If you were my dad, we would have met before. You would have known since I was in mummy’s tum!”
“Tyler didn’t know,” Esme informs her daughter. “He had no clue you were ever in my tummy.”
“How could he not know? It’s obvious when there’s a baby in someone’s tummy!”
“He never knew about you, Amelia. He had no clue you were even on the way. I left before I found out about you.”
“Why did you leave? You didn’t love him?”
“I didn’t leave because I didn’t love him. I left because I did.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. NONE of this makes any sense.”
“Your mom got into some trouble,” Tyler attempts an explanation; eager to tell the truth, but keep it simple and short enough for a little one to understand. “With some really bad people. And she was worried that I was going to get hurt. Or worse. We had already been through something really bad together, and I wasn’t healthy enough to fight back and keep her safe. That’s the only reason she left. So nothing would happen to ME.”
“But mom said you had no clue I was ever in her tummy. Why didn’t she tell you?”
“Because there was still trouble. And once she found out she was having you, all of a sudden, there were three people to keep safe. Her, me, and YOU. She didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Before you were even born. And she’d wanted to be a mom for so long, and she was so happy that you were on the way that she did whatever she had to. To protect you.”
“But what about AFTER? After all the bad stuff? She must have told you about me then. I’m FOUR! There’s no way you just found out about me. Didn’t you want me?”
“I didn’t know about you. Until I came here. That was the first time I met you. I wouldn’t lie. Millie. I didn’t know you even existed. Because believe me, if I had? There’s nothing…or no one…that could have stopped me from being with you. AND your mum. We would have been a family. Long before now.”
Millie turns narrowed, accusing eyes towards her mother. “Why didn’t you tell him? About me?”
“Because I was stupid. And selfish.”
“You’re stupid, alright.”
“Hey…” Tyler’s tone is firm. Scolding. “...don’t talk to your mum like that. Don’t ever say those things to her.”
“I hate her! For lying to me! And to you!”
“No. You don’t. You don’t hate her.”
“I do. I DO hate her.”
“I can’t do this.” Esme holds her hands up in surrender. And a play for mercy. “ I can’t HEAR this. I just can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t…”
Tyler reaches for her, fingertips brushing across the top of her hand as she moves further away. “It’s alright, Me. Just sit down. Just sit down and breathe and…”
“I need some air. Or some water. Something. Anything. I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”
He heaves a sigh as she flees the room; running a hand over his weary, unshaven face before turning his attention back to Millie.
She remains steadfast. Unapologetic. “I DO hate her.”
“Listen to me.” He takes his daughter’s face in his hands. “ That is your mum. And she loves you more than she loves anything or anyone in this world. More than she even loves herself. And she’s been a good mum, yeah? A REALY good mum?”
The four-year-old offers a reluctant nod.
“Everything she did? She did it to protect you. And me. It doesn’t matter if we agree with it or not. Doesn’t matter if we even really understand. We don’t know what she was going through. What she HAS been going through. Only she knows those things. But what I DO know? I know it wasn’t easy for her to leave. I know she didn’t want to go. I know she wanted to have a life with me. She wanted to get married and have kids; she wanted us to grow really old and really gray together. But she didn’t have much of a choice. She wasn’t given one. And she wasn’t taking any chances. With me OR you.”
“I’m angry. At her.”
“But you don’t hate her.”
Millie shakes her head.
“It’s okay to be angry, Amelia. It’s okay to be pissed off and for your heart to hurt. Mine does. It’s hurt nearly every second of every day for the last five years. I have missed your mum so much. I never stopped loving her. I never will. But just because I love her and I would do anything for her doesn’t mean I’m not angry at her. That I don’t get upset with her sometimes. But I don’t hate her. I never could.”
“Why? Why don’t you hate her? You should.”
“No. I shouldn’t. Because I don’t know what she was going through. The things she was thinking. How she was feeling. It hasn’t been easy for her. These last five years. She didn’t want to leave me. She HAD to. And she has her reasons; for not telling me about you. I don’t pretend to understand them. But one day I will. And one day, I won’t be angry anymore. And neither will you.”
“But right now…”
“Right now, you’re pissed off. And you’re hurt, yeah?”
The little girl nods.
“So am I. And that’s alright. To feel this way. And you know who told me that? Your mom. She was the one who told me that it's okay to be angry and sad. That she understands. But to say you hate her…”
“I don’t really. I don’t really hate her.”
“You said it to hurt her, didn’t you. You wanted her to be sad, too.”
“I wanted her heart to hurt. Like mine.”
“Believe me, Millie, it already does. It’s been hurting for five years. Your mum didn’t deserve that. You saying that to her. She isn’t some horrible person who did all of this to hurt you. Or me. She thought she was doing the right thing. And even though all the bad stuff was finished and she still didn’t tell me about you, she thought there was a reason she needed to protect herself. She was afraid. Of being hurt. That maybe I’d be so angry at her that I wouldn’t want her back. That I wouldn’t even want YOU.”
“But you would have, right? Wanted us?”
“I definitely would have wanted you. BOTH of you. And I’m sorry; that we didn’t get to meet before. That we didn’t know each other until now. But we got a lot of time left, yeah? For all of that?”
“Tons of time.”
“And I know that we’re both pissed off and hurt and all that. That we deserve to feel these things. But you know what? Your mumma is going through a lot. Because of all this. She’s been lonely and sad and hurting for five years. And she hates herself; for what she did to us. And I don’t want that. I love her too much to watch her put herself through that.”
“So do I.”
“She needs us. More than she lets on. So do you think you could help me? Be there for her? Think we could be a team? Help her together?”
“I think so.”
“I know you love your mum. And she knows it too. But do you think maybe you could tell her? Maybe say you’re sorry? Because she didn’t deserve that. Being hurt like that. And I think you know that.”
“I didn’t mean it. I don’t really hate her.”
“I know. And so does she. But I still think it’s better if you tell her that. That you’re sorry and you love her. Even if you don’t understand why she did the things she did. I don’t really understand either. But I’m trying.”
“Is it REALLY true? It’s not some kind of big joke, is it? That you and mom are playing. You really ARE my dad?”
“We wouldn’t joke about this. I really AM your dad.”
“And you honestly didn’t know about me?”
“If I’d known that your mum was pregnant, nothing would have stopped me from being with her. There’s not a bad guy in the world that would have kept me from her. I would have been there as soon as she told me about you. And she knows that. That I never would have stayed away. Which is part of the reason why she didn’t tell me.”
“Because she wanted to protect you.”
“Exactly.”
“And she didn’t tell you after all that?”
“I didn’t know about you until I came here. I didn’t even know it was your mum that needed my help. It was Auntie Nik that called me and said she needed to do a job for her. A client asked for me by name and needed me to get her and her little kid out of a bad situation. And to somewhere safe.”
“You didn’t know it was mom?”
“I hadn’t seen or heard from her in five years. I had no idea where she was. I didn’t even know if she was alive. I wish I had. Known that she was alright.”
“And you wish you’d known about me.”
“Believe me, I would have loved to have known about you. I wanted to be a dad again. I was scared to be one, but…”
“Because your little boy died.”
Tyler nods. “And because I made a really bad decision when he was sick. That hurt him and his mum. And I didn’t want to screw things up again. With your mumma. But I wanted all that with her. A house and a wife and kids. I wanted to do it right the second time around.”
“It’s sad, you know.”
“What’s sad?”
“That momma had to leave. That she didn’t get to stay. ‘Cause she was happy, and she loved you, and she wanted all that too. It must have hurt her. A lot. To leave.”
“It did. And it still hurts her. That she left. She didn’t want to go. And she definitely didn’t want to keep you from me. She really thought she was doing the best for me. And for you.”
“Momma wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. Not on purpose.”
“Exactly. Your mum isn’t like that. She’s a good person, Millie. She’s the best human being I’ve ever known.”
“And the best momma, too.”
“I’m very lucky. That she’s your mum. Because she loves you so much. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for you. And she’s taken such good care of you. She’s kept you happy and healthy all this time. And SAFE.”
“It’s been a really good life.”
“I’m sure it has. And that makes me really happy; to hear you say that. Your mum has done such a good job, Millie. And she IS sorry. That she kept us apart. She regrets it. And she probably will for the rest of her life.”
“I don’t want her to be sad. Not for THAT long.”
“Neither do I. And that’s why we have to team up. Work together. To help her NOT be sad. To let her know that we don’t hate her. We never could. We just gotta keep finding ways to show her that we love her. Think we can do that? Be a team?”
Millis gives an enthusiastic nod.
“I’m going to go and check on her. Make sure she’s okay. And then I’m gonna bring her back here. Is that alright?”
“That’s alright. But I have a question first. Is that okay?”
“Always.”
“I don’t want to upset you.”
“Believe me, it takes a lot.”
“When do I call you ‘daddy’? ‘Cause I’ve only known you as Tyler, and I don’t know if I’m ready yet. To NOT call you Tyler. Is that wrong? That I’m not ready to call you anything else?”
“That’s not wrong. At all. I know all of this is hard. It’s a lot to hear. And make sense of.”
“So when? When do I call you something else?”
“Whenever you’re ready to. Whenever it feels right. That’s all that’s important. What’s right for YOU. Don’t worry about anyone else. Just yourself. I’ll be around. I can wait as long as you need me to.”
“Promise you’ll be around? Even if it takes a long time? You promise you won’t leave me? And momma?”
“I’m not going anywhere, Millie. Ever. You and your mum are stuck with me. Sorry.”
Giggling she wraps her arms around his neck and pecks his cheek. “I do love you, you know.”
“I know.” He embraces her as tight as her little body will allow, then places a kiss on her temple. “And I love you. You know THAT, yeah?”
“Yeah…” Millie issues a long, content sigh, then rests her head on his shoulder. “...I do.”
*****
He finds her in the master bathroom, perched on the edge of the bathtub; eyes puffy and red from crying, a pile of used tissues by her feet.
“You okay?”
“She hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“You were right there. You heard her say it.”
“She could never hate you. You’re her mother.”
“I hate MY mother.”
“Yeah? So? So do I.”
“So that means you hate me, too.”
“Don’t start that shit again. No one hates you. Least of all ME. I have very good, solid reasons to hate your mother.”
“Millie has a VERY good and solid reason.”
“No, she doesn’t. It’s a hell of a shock, you know? To hear something like that. Especially when you’re only four years old. Fuck, it’s a lot to digest as an adult. But she does not hate you. She was hurt, and she was angry, and she lashed out.”
“Boy, it’s true,” Esme rips a tissue from the nearby box; sniffling noisily as she dabs at her eyes. “About the apple not falling far from the tree. She really IS her father.”
“I’m going to ignore that.”
“You heard her, Tyler. You heard everything she said. She even called me stupid.”
“You know damn well that your daughter…OUR daughter…doesn’t hate you. And she doesn’t think you’re stupid, either. Babe, she was upset. She just dropped it on her. How did you want her to react?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“She’s been through a lot. In the past week ALONE. And hearing that…that I’m her dad and you’ve been keeping it a secret…it was just too much for her. She’s just a little girl. I know she’s smart as hell, but she’s still only four. Get her some slack.”
“It just hurt, you know. To hear her say that. It was my worst fear; that she’d hate me for keeping her from her dad.”
“Look at me,” he gently orders as he kneels down in front of her; using calloused fingertips to clear wayward strands of hair away from the sides of her face. A thumb passing over her lips as he cups her cheek in his palm. “Please?”
She raises her chin from her chest.
“Millie does NOT hate you. You’re her mum. And you’re a damn good mum. An AMAZING one. She was just angry and hurt and that was the only one she knew how to express it. That’s all it was. She didn’t mean it.”
“When did you become an expert on child behaviour?”
“I have done this before, remember? And believe me, Austin could be damn mouthy when he wanted to be.”
“So he took after his dad, too, huh?”
“She is so much like him, Esme. She has so much of him inside of her. I saw it that first day; just the way she carried herself, the way she laughed, and how even the smallest things just made her so excited. And he loved drawing and colouring, too.”
“Does she look like him?”
“A little. He had a lot of his mum in him, though. Millie…”
“Physically, she is ALL you. I knew she was going to look like her dad. I mean, at my thirty-two-week ultrasound, they got a perfect side pic of her, and she damn well had your profile. She had your chin and the line of your jaw and even your nose. Well, your nose BEFORE it got all busted up a few times.”
“You love my nose.”
“I do.” She trails a fingertip over the bump in the bridge, then the scar that curves over top of it. “I love everything about you.”
“Do you still have that picture? Of her?”
“I have so many. There’s so much stuff. I started collecting things and putting them away; as soon as I found out that I was pregnant up until about eight months ago. When I moved in with Alessio, Nik took everything for me and kept it safe. I didn’t want him to find any of it. I didn’t want him to know about me. The REAL me. Or my past. He didn’t deserve to.”
“Maybe we can grab that stuff sometime. Or get Nik to ship it to us. I’d like to see it.”
“I saved it for you. So you could see what she was like; from the time she was born until the time you met her. I know it wouldn’t have made a difference; it wouldn’t have made you less hurt or angry. And it wouldn’t have replaced everything you missed out on. But I wanted that for you. To at least SEE those things.”
“It wasn’t easy for you. I know it wasn’t. And I’m sorry. If I’ve made you feel like I don’t care about any of that. How you must have felt and everything you must have been going through. I never meant to make you feel like it never mattered.”
“I never wanted to leave you. It was the last thing I wanted. I wanted ‘always and forever’ and ‘happy ever after’. Whatever that would have looked like for us.”
“We‘re still going to get that. It just didn’t happen the way we planned it. Things got a little sidetracked and delayed…”
“Just a bit.”
“...but we’ll get there. We’ve already started.”
“I’m sorry. That I told her. I know we planned on doing it together. I know you wanted to be there when it happened. It just..”
Laying a hand on the nape of her neck, he pulls her into him and kisses her forehead. “It’s alright, Me. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”
“She started talking about her dad. And how she didn’t want to meet him anymore. Because she found you and loves you and she was scared that her dad would come along and take her away from you. And it just freaked me out; hearing her talk about those things and being so adamant about it. Because her dad is right here, and she doesn’t even know it, and it seemed so unfair for her NOT to know and…”
“It’s okay, Esme. Everything’s alright. I’m not mad. Not in the slightest.”
“That’s NOT how I wanted her to find out.”
“Better out than in, yeah? It wasn’t the best way for it to happen, but…”
“Is she okay? How did she handle it? How…?”
“She’s so tough. So resilient. I’ve never seen a kid THAT strong. What have you been feeding her?”
She manages a laugh. “I told you. She’s YOU.”
“No. That’s all her mum. Her mum is the strongest person I’ve ever known.”
“That’s not true, and you know it.”
“It IS true. When do I ever bullshit?”
“Never. Not about serious things like that.”
“Millie’s fine. She just had the rug pulled out from under her. But we had a nice, long talk about her mum and why she did the things she did. And I told her that no matter how hurt and angry I am at times, I will defend you. No matter. Against anyone. Even her.”
“Boy, do you ever have your work cut out for you. That girl is pretty damn headstrong. She’s a bit of a challenge.”
“Babe, don’t hate me for saying this, but she gets that from you.”
“I am NOT that bad.”
“You are, and then some. I just let her know that I wouldn’t put up with that shit; her talking to her mum like that. And I told her that I love you. That I always have. That I always will.”
A soft knock comes to the door. “Mommy?” Millie’s voice is uncharacteristically tiny. Nervous. “Mommy, are you in there?”
“I am. Tyler’s here too.”
“Can I come in?”
“Of course you can.”
The little one lets herself into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and then sheepishly approaching her mom. In possession of a peace offering; pink construction paper cut into the shape of a heart and sprinkled with purple and silver glittering and decorated with stickers of rainbows and unicorns. “I made this for you, momma. Don’t worry, I didn’t use the scissors. Abuela did that part.”
Tears threaten once more as Esme accepts the gift; giving a small, choked sob when she opens the card and discovers its message. Done with so much care, patience and love; letters of various sizes and facing different directions. Declaring her the best mommy ever and Millie the luckiest kid alive- so carefully and lovingly printed- on the inside. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you. I love it.”
“I’m sorry, momma. That I said bad things to you. And hurt your feelings. I didn’t mean them. I was just angry. And really sad. I still am.”
“And that’s okay, sweetpea. To be angry and sad. It’s a horrible thing that I did. And I’m so sorry. I am so, so, so sorry.”
“I love you always. No matter what. But right now, I’m really upset with you. Tyler told me that’s okay; that we can be upset at someone but still love them.”
“Tyler…your dad…is a very smart man.”
“I know you were just trying to protect me. But it still hurts. That I didn’t get to meet my dad. Until now.”
“I know it does. I’d never deny you that, Millie. I’d never say your feelings are wrong.”
“But I DO love you. I’m just a little pissed off.”
“You’re allowed to be. I totally understand why you are.”
“I still want snuggles, though. Even though I’m mad. Can I have some? Some snuggles? Maybe Tyler will snuggle with us too.”
“He scowls. “Tyler doesn't snuggle.”
“I know that isn’t true. When I woke up this morning, you and momma were asleep, but you were snuggling.”
“Your mum is the one that likes to snuggle.”
“I think you like it too.’
“You’re right,” he concedes, then gathers his ‘girls’ in his arms. Pressing a kiss to one forehead, then the other. “But I’m telling you right now; if you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill you.”
Laughing, Millie then curls an arm around his neck and noisily kisses his cheek. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
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Three hours later, they stand alongside the dining table; the suite a hub of activity as the countdown begins. A mixture of nerves and adrenaline among the team; the rush that comes with a mixture of confidence, worry, and fear. The world around them so unpredictable; the expectation that danger…perhaps death…lingers around every corner.
“It’s weird,” Esme says as she watches him ‘gear up.’ “Seeing you like this.”
“You’ve seen me like this before. Maybe not in this exact stuff, but…”
“Sometimes it seems like such a long time ago. Dhaka. And then other days…”
“Feels like it was just last week.”
She nods. “So much has changed since then. WE’VE changed.”
“For the better, or…”
“I mean, not like there was anything horrible about the way we were. We were just…different. We were at different places in our lives. Different crossroads.”
“Not to mention my body ached less back then,” Tyler teases. “Five years ago, just one of my shoulders could tell you if it was going to rain. Now it’s both AND my right knee.”
“You went through a lot. After Dhaka. No one expected you to live, let alone walk out of that hospital.”
“You did.”
“I knew you weren’t going to give up. That you were going to fight your way back. I know that sounds weird; considering we’d only known each other for less than a week. But I already knew you were too stubborn to die. That this universe couldn’t get rid of you that easily.”
“I only fought my way back for you. So I could have more time to drive you completely insane.”
“You weren’t THAT bad. You occasionally got on my already frayed nerves, but…” She lightly smacks his butt. “...you were really hot, so it made it a bit easier to deal with.”
A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You always grope your mercenaries like that?”
“That was hardly groping. And no, I don’t. Only the really tall, blue-eyed, tatted-up Australian ones.”
“You meet a lot of them, do ya?”
“Tons,” she teases. “They’re a dime a dozen. I do like it, though.” She smoothes her palms down the front of his bulletproof vest. “You’ve always looked really good in black. It’s very sexy.”
“You’re nervous, aren’t you.”
Sighing, she fidgets with the frayed hem on the waist of his jacket. “Is it that obvious?”
He holds his thumb and forefinger half an inch apart. “Just a bit. You always talk about crazy shit when you’re nervous.”
“What’s so crazy about it? It’s a compliment. Okay, so maybe it isn’t exactly the right TIME to be saying it…”
“Well, for what it’s worth, I appreciate the ego-stroking.”
“And you are a whole other level of hot. When you’re all geared up. It’s so intimidating and masculine and badass. Not that you aren’t masculine or badass all the time, but it’s just heightened, you know? And with that jacket and the vest over it? You look even thicker.”
He smirks, then nods his thanks to Yaz when he hands him his earpiece for communications, popping it into place before turning back to Esme. “Listen, if you call me fat one more time…”
“I’ve already explained this to you. I’m not calling you fat. I’m calling you THICK. It’s two totally different things.”
“In your warped little mind, anyway.”
“And even if you were, I’d still be madly in lust with you.”
“So we’ve narrowed it down, have we?” He chides, and snags a bulletproof vest from the supply case open in the middle of the table. “To just lust?”
“Well, I DO love you. That’s never in question. But sometimes the lust does have a slight edge. Are you telling me that there are never times when you don’t lust me more than you love me?”
“I love and lust you in equal amounts.”
“You are so diplomatic.”
“They’re both huge amounts, in case you haven’t figured that out.”
“You really ARE just a big sap.”
“Remember how you said maybe it isn’t the time or place for certain talk? Well, this is it. This is the time and place. Are you honestly feeling that confident? Insulting the guy that’s in charge of keeping your ass in one piece?”
“Like you would ever let anything happen to me. Regardless of how annoyed you are.”
“It’s because you’re so cute. You get away with a lot. Arms up.”
She does as instructed, her eyes never leaving his face as he slips the garment over her head. Tugging firmly at the fabric until it settles perfectly just above her waist; calloused palms smoothing down the front and back before his fingers begin tending to the velcro straps. And she notices the very distinct change in him in his persona. The seemingly smooth and easy transition from the angry and vulnerable Tyler from the night before to stern and focused -and extremely intuitive and skilled- mercenary. The darkness that now inhabits his eyes, the edge and the authority that creeps into his voice, the confident and assertive body language.
It’s the Tyler she remembers from years ago. The one who had tended to her vest and made sure she was feeling safe and secure in her own skin before sending her on her way. It had been those rough and rugged edges that had started the tumble into blinding lust and unprecedented love, but it had been what lay beneath that had sealed it. Those five days in the dirty little room had allowed her access to the Tyler that he hid from everyone else. Not just the softness and the lingering humanity that this weary and broken man still possessed, but the tenderness and patience and adoration that he had poured upon her. And she repeats her actions from that day as she reaches up to clear locks of hair from his furrowed brow; a shaky yet reassuring smile curving her lips.
“I was just thinking about how…” A startled gasp interrupts her words, a grimace replacing the smile. “Ow! Too tight! My lungs do need space to work!”
“Sorry.” He adjusts the straps. “I think I was being a little overcautious there.”
“Yeah, just a bit.”
Hands keeping a firm hold on the shoulders of the vest, he pulls her into him, lips pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. A pure and innocent form of intimacy that brings tears to her eyes; so many words left unsaid, yet so many promises being made at the same time. “What were you thinking about?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Dhaka.” She notices the beginnings of his scowl and quickly adds, “But not the bad things. About when you dropped me off. Before going to get Ovi out of that apartment. You did the same thing; you wouldn’t let me put on my vest. You insisted on doing it. Didn’t give me much of a chance, actually.”
“I needed to make sure you’d be safe. It made me feel better. Doing it for you.”
“Maybe this sounds really odd, but I liked it. Then AND now.”
“You ARE really odd,” he teases, shooting her a wink before turning back to his selection of equipment. “Now, don’t make me regret this. Don’t get trigger-happy and shoot me in the ass.”
“Ooooo….” She accepts the weapon offered; slipping the Glock out of its holster and checking the magazine. “...a shiny toy just for me. I don’t get another clip?”
“I’m hoping you won’t need to use that one. IF, for some reason, you run out, I’ve got more.”
“By the way, I would NEVER shoot you in the butt,” she assures him as she returns the revolver to its holster, then reaches under her coat and clips it to the waist of her jeans. “It’s too nice of an ass to take any chances with. But there was this guy that I served with in Kabul, that put his sidearm down on a lawn chair and then sat on it. Took a nine-millimetre right between the legs. Came out of it okay. Well, one ball less, mind you.”
“You shot him in the nuts, didn’t you.”
“I am completely innocent. Although he pissed off enough people that I’m sure a lot of us WANTED to.”
“Okay…listen…” He firmly seizes her by both shoulders. “...I know you’re not just a regular client off the street, and you have a lot of personal experience with shit like this, so I don’t know exactly why I’m about to say what I’m going to…”
“Force of habit?”
“..and I’m not trying to be a complete asshole, so…”
“It’s okay, Tyler. I get it. If anyone does, it’s me.”
“You stay close to me. At all times. Always behind, never in front. Unless I tell you otherwise. You listen to everything I say. Whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it, you don’t hesitate. You don’t give me a hard time, you don’t argue, you don’t second guess me, and you don’t question a goddamn thing. If I want your opinion or your ideas, I’ll ask for them. Got it?”
She nods.
“You wanna get out of here alive, you cooperate. Now, I know how much pleasure you get out of being a complete pain in my ass…”
“One of the greatest joys of my life.”
“…but I really need you to toe the line. This isn’t a regular job. This isn’t Dhaka; we’re not partners this time. This is MY show to run. So I need you to just go easy on me, yeah? Just do what I say? Because this is way too personal, and I have way too much to lose. So does Millie. She needs her mum. And at the risk of being called a sap, I kinda need her too.”
“That’s not sappy at all. It’s beautiful.”
“That’s even WORSE than being called sappy, you realize that, yeah?”
Finishing the tightening of his own vest, he checks the magazine on both rifle and sidearm; locking and loading before disabling the safety switches. Noticing out of the corner of his eye the way she anxiously rocks back and forth on her heels and gnaws at the inside of her cheek; her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her jacket.
And he’s amazed at how easily it is to make that switch; to abandon the harder and more aggressive and assertive version of himself in order to become exactly what she needs at that moment.
“Hey…” His tone is gentle yet firm as he settles a gloved hand on the back of her neck and lightly squeezes. “...you’re alright. You’re safe. With me. I’m going to get you outta here. All you gotta do is trust me.”
“I do. I DO trust you.”
“Everything’s going to be okay,” he assures her as his fingers massage her tense muscles. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
Taking in a deep, trembling breath, she releases it slowly; eyes briefly closing as his lips brush against her brow. “I hope so.”
“Getting close to showtime.” Alcott, as he and Abeula join them. Millie perched upon his hip, already clad in winter boots, hat and mitts, her coat unzipped to reveal the child-size bulletproof vest worn underneath. Posie the doll, tucked tightly under one arm, Franklin the stuffed koala under the other. “I think we’re ready. Are we?” He lightly pinches and tickles the little one’s tummy, managing to get a giggle and a smile out of her.. “Are YOU ready, sunshine?”
“As I’ll ever be!”
Esme steps forward; zipping Millie’s coat and straightening the brim on her beanie. “You be good for Uncle Duey and AB, okay?”
“I’m always good!”
“Mmmhmm. Sure you are.”
“Well, maybe not ALWAYS, but most of the time. And why do I gotta wear this thing?” Reaching under the shoulder of her coat, she pulls at the fabric of the vest. “It’s tight! I don’t like it. It’s making me sweat!”
“We’re all wearing them. We match. It’s like a team uniform. Why should we leave you out? You’re part of the team.”
“Mom…” Millie tilts her head to the sigh and regards her in disdain. “...I KNOW what it is. I KNOW it stops bullets. I get why you guys have to wear them, but why ME?”
“Because bad people are crazy, and they love to hurt people. Especially innocent people. And I don’t want you to be one of them. It makes me feel better, okay? Knowing you’re wearing that. Makes me know that you’re safe and sound.”
“I am safe with Uncle Duey. He can protect me.”
“But wearing that vest makes you EXTRA safe,” Alcott points out. “And that’s a good thing, yeah? To be extra safe? I know I like to feel extra safe. That’s why I wear one.”
“You’re safe because you carry a gun, Uncle Duey.”
“Guns don’t protect you from other guns. So having one makes me safe, but wearing one of those makes me extra safe. Make sense?”
“I suppose. I still don’t like it, though. It’s uncomfy. I can’t breathe.”
“You’re breathing just fine, judging by the amount of talking you’re doing. Just like your mum, yeah? Talk, talk, talk.”
“That’s ‘cause we both have a lot to say! We’re very opinionated!”
“You’re very something alright. How do you even know that word? Opinionated? You’re four.”
“‘Cause I’m smart! Like momma. She’s pretty brainy, you know.”
“I beg to differ. She did get mixed up with your dad after all and…”
Esme takes her daughter’s face in her hands. “You and I need to have a chat, little miss. It’s very important that you hear what I have to say, okay?”
Millie nods.
“I want you to listen to everything Uncle Duey and AB say. Whatever they tell you to do, whatever they tell you to say, you do it. You don’t argue with them, you don’t pitch a fit, you don’t ask why. You just do what you’re told. It’s very important that you do. You understand that, right?”
“I understand.”
“All you need to do is cooperate. Just stay calm and do whatever they say. If you do, things will go by really fast, and you won’t have time to be scared.”
“I’m already scared, though.”
“You’re in very good hands. There’s not many people I trust. Especially when it comes to you. It’s a very small list. And you know what? Uncle Duey is right near the very top. Because I know nothing bad is going to happen to you when he’s around. That he’ll do whatever he has to, to keep you safe. And you’ll have AB with you and Uncle John when you pick him up. Baby sweets, you are going to be with three of the strongest people I have EVER met.”
“But I’m not gonna be with YOU. Or Tyler.”
“I know it would make you feel better; if you were with us. But this really IS for the best. I wouldn’t send you away if it weren’t. And it’s not permanent. It’s not even CLOSE. It’s just for a little bit.”
“How long’s a little bit?”
“An hour. At the most.”
“That’s a long time.”
“I know it seems like it, but it’s really not. It’s going to go by really fast, babe. I promise. You just buckle yourself in tight, put your earphones on, and watch something on your tablet. You do that, and before you know it, you’ll be at the airport. And we’ll all be one step closer to getting out of here and starting our new life somewhere else.”
“And you’ll be there? At the airport?”
“You’ll get there first. You’ll have to wait for me.”
“For how long?”
“Not long at all. Probably just a few minutes. Believe me, Millie, if it could be any other way, it would be. If it were safe for you to stay with me, you wouldn’t be going off with Uncle Duey and AB. But remember what your dad told you? About how he has to really concentrate? On getting me out of here? Do you remember that?”
“I remember.”
“And that if you were with us, he’d be so worried about you that he wouldn’t have all his attention on me and…”
“And that’s when bad things happen. When he doesn’t put all his attention on something.”
“Exactly. He just wants everyone safe. That’s all. And sending you with Uncle Duey? That’s what it does; keeps everyone safe. We’re not sending you away because you’ve been bad or because we’re punishing you or anything like that. We’re doing it because we want you to be okay. And because we love you. You know that, right? How loved you are?”
The four-year-old nods.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Amelia. The best gift anyone could have ever given me. And I don’t want that taken from me. I don’t want something happening to you. I just want you safe. That’s all. And this keeps you safe.”
“And we’ll see each other soon?”
“Very soon. It won’t be very long. We’re leaving right after you are. We’re taking a different way so we’ll be a bit late, but we’ll get to the airport not long after you. I promise. I love you so much. So, so, so much.”
“I love you, too, momma. Bunches.”
“How many bunches?”
“Tons and tons and tons!”
“That’s a lot of bunches.” She pecks Millie’s cheek, then her temple, before squeezing her tightly. “Too-da-loo, kangaroo.”
Giggling, Millie noisily pecks her mother’s lips. “Adieu, cockatoo!”
“Hey…” Tyler lays a hand on the back of the four-year-old’s head, then leans down to lightly knock his forehead against hers. “...you behave. I don’t want to hear any different.”
“I will,” Millie promises, then shakes a finger at him. “And you behave too! Don’t get hurt! And make sure you take care of momma! Bring her back to me, okay?”
“I’ll do whatever I have to make sure that happens.” Offering Millie a fist, she curls her tiny fingers into one of her own; beaming up at him as she taps her clenched hand against his.
“And remember, you promised that when we got to Australia, I could hold a snake AND a big spider!”
“A snake and a spider, huh?” Esme stares at him pointedly, both eyebrows raised. “Really…”
“Come on now…” Tyler playfully tousles his daughter’s hair. “...you weren’t supposed to say that out loud.”
Eyes sparkling, Millie covers her mouth with both hands and giggles into them. “Ooops.”
“We’ll see you in a little bit,” Abuela promises as she tightly embraces Esme. “Take care of one another. Watch each other’s backs.”
“Always,” the younger woman assures her, then offers a shaky smile. “Please keep my baby safe. If anything happens to her…”
“She’s going to be just fine. Like you said, she’s in great hands. Just worry about yourself. That’s all you need to do. Keep your head on your shoulders, breathe, and rely on each other to get the hell out of here. And don’t give this poor man a hard time…” Reaching up, she gently taps Tyler’s cheek. “...he’s been through enough. And he’s already complaining about the amount of gray hair he already has. Try not to give him anymore.”
“This is Esme we’re talking about. Giving me gray hair is her specialty.”
Rolling her eyes, she playfully elbows him in the ribs. Thankful for the strong, supportive hand that settles on the nape of her neck and gives her weak, trembling knees a reprieve; her body leaning against his as it seeks both comfort and reassurance.
“Two minutes,” Nik calls from across the room, immediately followed by the last-minute securing of weapons and loading of magazines and the fastening of velcro. The tech team hurriedly logging off their computers and packing away their equipment as Yaz prepares to shut down the hotel’s security system; able to monitor it through just his cell phone.
Wick approaches the group as the group moves towards the door, slipping into his own bulletproof vest and then scooping up a storage case that contains the pieces of his rifle.
“You ready for this?” Alcott inquires, a smirk curling his lips. “Think your old ass is up to it?”
“Just another day at the office.”
“Make sure you’re right where I’m supposed to pick you up. ‘Cause if you’re not there, I’m leaving you behind. You can take the subway. Or an Uber.”
“Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be there. Just make sure you don’t get lost. I know you’re used to driving on the other side of the road and all that, but…”
“Have you noticed the kind of men you allow into your life?” Alcott playfully tugs on Esme’s ponytail. “You’ve got the smart-mouthed, severely depressed, alcoholic American, the nappy-headed, big-eared, ugly ass muppet from Australia. You have a soft spot for mangy strays?”
“Obviously. Or you and I wouldn’t be friends.”
“I set myself up for that, didn’t I.”
“Left yourself WIDE open.” Turning to Wick, she stands on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then tightly embraces him. “Be careful, okay? Stay safe.”
“I always try my best. See you on the other side.”
Tyler offers a hand in appreciation. “Thank you. For everything. Especially getting them out of there the other night. If you hadn’t done that…”
“When Nik called, I didn’t hesitate. Of course I was going to be there.”
“ I know this can’t be easy for you; going against Winston after all he’s done for you.”
“I don’t regret my decision. After all…” Wick casts a glance at Esme, offering a wink and a small smile. “...I have my own amends to make.”
#Tyler and Esme series#Tyler Rake#Tyler Rake fanfic#Tyler Rake fan fiction#Extraction#Extraction 2#Extraction fanfic#Extraction fan fiction#Tyler Rake x OFC#Chris Hemsworth#Esme Drummond#Esme Rake#Millie Drummond#Millie Rake#Rake Lives
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SPANKING ON TV #3
Flirting (1991) d. John Duigan
A six-stroke caning over pyjamas for Danny Embling by his Housemaster. At least one member of his dorm has already been dealt with; the rest are nervously lined-up outside the study. Later, the boys compare stripes after lights out. The film is set in Australia in 1965 and deals with the burgeoning romance between the socially-isolated Danny, who has a stutter, and Thandiwe Adjewa, a Ugandan-Kenyan-British girl he meets at a school rugby match. Between them they confront the authoritarian regime in their respective boarding schools.
The film is a coming-of-age melodrama and is a semi-autobiographical piece by the director. It’s the second in an intended trilogy that wasn’t completed. Noah Taylor who plays Danny also starred in the first film: The Year My Voice Broke (1987). It marks the film debut of Thandiwe Newton; Nicole Kidman is in it too, before Hollywood and mega-stardom.
The school is shown as a harsh, uncompromising place where the boys are caned regularly. They bully each other too, and Danny is frequently the butt of their jokes. Even his nickname mocks his stammer. His romance with Thandiwe is something of a revelation to them, then, especially when he sneaks her into the dorm and later hides her in the boys’ showers.
The Housemaster in particular is vindictive and sadistic. As well as the caning at the start of the film, he’s heard caning another boy during prep. It’s telling that he has to chalk his cane, which suggests he enjoys terrorising the boys and inflicting the pain of a caning but isn’t all that expert at it. He always gives out six of the best, too, which shows no discretion or understanding of justice.
The canings we see/hear are massively exaggerated, especially the audio. If a boy was beaten that severely in real life, I doubt he’d just get up and walk off with a nod to the next boy in line.
There is an ongoing joke of one boy, Green, saying or doing the wrong thing and being told to report to different teachers for a caning.
Despite being set in Australia in the 60s, the boys wear long grey trousers throughout, although some wear shorts for rugby and tennis.
Noah Taylor, Thandiwe Newton and Nicole Kidman are all still acting (fancy that). You might recognise Noah from Game of Thrones amongst other things. Thandiwe has won various awards, including a Best Supporting Actress BAFTA for Crash (2004) and an Emmy; she was made an OBE in 2019. Nicole, meanwhile, bagged a Best Actress Oscar and a BAFTA for The Hours (2003), and is also the recipient of two Golden Globes, an Emmy and a Screen Actors Guild Award.
Noah was 21 when he filmed this. Australia ended corporal punishment in 1985, so it's not inconceivable that he was caned at school. I wonder if shooting these scenes brought back any memories?
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The Murder of Linda Agostini: Was She Really "Pyjama Girl"?
November 26, 2023
Florence Linda Agostini (Platt) was born on September 12, 1905 in South East London. She travelled to New Zealand at the age of 19, and lived there until 1927, when she then moved to Sydney, Australia.
Linda worked at a cinema and lived in a boarding house on Darlinghurst Road. It was said that Linda liked to drink and party a lot. She married an Italian man named Antonio Agostini in 1930, and it was not a happy marriage.
The couple moved to Melbourne, believing to be because her husband wanted Linda to get away from her partying friends.
In late August of 1934, Linda disappeared. A week later, an unidentified body of whom would later be dubbed "Pyjama Girl" was found in Splitter's Creek, near Albury.
The woman's body was found by a man named Tom Griffith, who was leading a prize bull along the road. Tom saw the body in a culvert running under the road and noted there had been a strong smell of kerosene present.
The body was badly burnt and had been hidden by a hessian grain sack, making it impossible for drivers to be able to see the body.
Pyjama Girl's head was wrapped in a towel, she had been beaten extensively, and upon an X-ray it was discovered she had a bullet in her neck. She was dubbed Pyjama Girl due to her wearing yellow silk pyjamas with a Chinese dragon motif. This clothing was known to be luxurious for the time.
It was determined that Pyjama Girl was petite and in her 20's, though her identity could not be found. The body was taken to Sydney, where it was put on public display. She was preserved at the Sydney University Medical School until 1942, where she was then transferred to police headquarters until 1944.
Some people suggested that Pyjama Girl could be a couple different women that had gone missing in the area, including Linda Agostini. Linda matched the physical characteristics as well as the age. However, New South Wales police did not believe Linda could be Pyjama Girl.
In 1944, 10 years since the discovery, forensic evidence was re-examined, and the body was matched to be Linda through dental analysis.
Linda's husband, Tony, had recently gone back to Sydney, after being held in internment camps from 1940 to 1944. Police commissioner, William MacKay, who had known Tony from before the war, interviewed him and noticed that Tony was quite nervous.
Tony then confessed to killing his wife, Linda, stating that he had accidentally shot her when they lived in Melbourne. Tony drove Linda's body over the state border to Albury, and had dumped her in the culvert. He set Linda's body on fire to destroy the evidence.
Tony was charged with murder and extradited back to Melbourne and tried for murder. He was acquitted on the murder charge but found guilty of manslaughter. Tony was sentenced to 6 years in prison but served only 3 years. He was released in 1948 and deported to Italy, dying in 1969.
While the case is technically solved, many doubt that Linda is the true identity of Pyjama Girl. In a 2004 book, written by historian Richard Evans on the case, he believes that Tony's conviction was the result of police corruption.
It was also stated that Pyjama Girl had brown eyes, while Linda had blue eyes and the two women had different bust sizes and different shaped noses. Richard Evans also claims that 125 women were on the police list of possible identities, and not eliminated or traced.
#true crime#crime#unsolved mysteries#unsolved#murder#homicide#unsolved murder#unsolved case#solved#mystery#jane doe#pyjama#girl
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How are our sweet levi and super dad ash doing?😊
Our lovely Levi and his Dad are always up to have some fun, and it was definitely the case during Christmas time. (Maybe a little late this time, but still.) You can read more about Levi and Ashton in the Super Dad ABC series.
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Daddy Grinch. [a Levi and dad!Ashton blurb]
warnings: mostly just fluffy family cuteness. some naughtiness added for good measure at the end because Mommy and Daddy are, well, naughty.
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“When will Santa come?”
“What makes you think he will stop by here?”
Levi’s lips formed a pout as he looked at Ashton, throwing a green rubber duck his way which Ashton caught quickly, putting it on his own head, smiling at his son. His arms were resting on the side of the bathtub, fingers dangling into the water before smearing some suds onto Levi’s nose, making the little boy finally huff out a giggle, trying to clean it off.
It was closing his bedtime, but Levi was too hyper to go to sleep, excited to meet Santa. You’ve tried to explain to him that Santa’s not going to visit the house until he’s not asleep, but he was stubborn and said he’s gonna wait for him anyway. You rolled your eyes and whispered to Ashton that Levi was definitely his son, and he just shrugged, flashing you a cheeky smile that he also knows someone who’s just as stubborn as the little blond boy currently munching on his gingerbread cookie.
“I was a good boy this year, Daddy,” Levi declared, reaching for the green duck which Ashton gave back to him, leaning closer to press a kiss onto the top of his head.
“Should we ask Mommy if she thinks you’ve made the Nice List this year?” Ashton reached for a towel when Levi nodded, quickly wrapping it around him when he lifted the little boy from the tub.
Ash took Levi back to his room to dry him off, helping him put on the new pyjamas his grandma from Australia sent him, the reindeers on it making it the perfect Christmas wear. Levi got hold of Mr. Wolfie before running down the stairs, Ashton trying to keep up with him and catching him at the bottom, throwing him over his shoulder.
“Gotcha!” he fell back onto the couch with his son, pulling him into his lap and blowing a raspberry onto his stomach, making him squeal with delight.
“Well, look at you! Aren’t you just the cutest little kid in town?” you leaned against the doorframe, smiling at your boys. “Come and show me your PJs!”
Levi quickly ran to you and wrapped his tiny arms around your legs, already babbling about Santa and all. Ashton watched the two of you from the couch, heart full as you sat on the floor, your son in your lap while you promised him that he definitely made the Nice List. He even took pictures of the two of you, wanting to set them as his background picture, just like he’d done it from the moment he found out you were pregnant.
“Come on Munchkin, let’s put some cookies out for Santa, okay?” you pressed another kiss on the top of Levi’s head, and he nodded, scurrying to the kitchen. “You’re coming, Ash?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he winked at you, helping you up and leading you towards the kitchen as well.
A good 20 minutes later there was a plate set on the coffee table next to the Christmas tree, along with a glass full of milk. Ashton’s been whispering funny remarks to you all through your set up, making it hard not to laugh out loud. Even though you both knew that Santa didn’t exist and that you’ll be the ones who will eventually eat the cookies and all, you still wanted to give the whole experience to Levi, not wanting to ruin the wonder and magic of Christmas. Now Levi was trying to put everything on the plate, not wanting the cookies and the carrots he insisted on for the reindeers to touch each other. He was a very generous little boy as he did pile six or seven gingerbread cookies onto each other, making sure Santa didn’t leave the house too hungry.
Ashton was sitting next to him, pretending to help but in reality he was taking a video of his son, commenting through the whole thing as Levi either asked him to help or made his own comments at his daddy. He was holding a cookie in his hand as he contemplated where to put it, and Ashton couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward, playfully biting off the head of a snowman.
“Noooo, Daddy! That’s for Santa!” the little boy gave him a pout and an offended look, something that looked cuter than it should have.
“Sorry kiddo,” Ash giggled, pecking his cheek. “Let me bring another!”
“You’re the Grinch, Daddy,” Levi still pouted when Ashton brought back some more cookies as a peace offering. “You don’t want Santa to bring me my presents because you’re on the Naughty List and you’re not getting any!”
“I’m sorry, Levi,” he cooed at the little boy, pulling him into his lap and hugging him. “I’ll promise I’ll behave. I don’t want to scare Santa away.”
You watched the interaction from the kitchen, hiding your own giggles at your two loves bickering back and forth. If only Levi knew how high on the Naughty List his dad was…
In the end Levi couldn’t keep being upset as he cuddled up with Ashton, intending to watch Christmas movies until Santa finally arrived. He only made it 30 minutes into the new Grinch movie before he fell asleep on his daddy’s shoulder, wrapped in a blanket and a hug. Ashton opened his arm for you so you could snuggle in there too for a little bit, a content sound leaving his lips as you buried your face in his neck.
“I’m the luckiest man on Earth,” he whispered, resting his head on top of yours. “I love you two, so much.”
“We love you too, Daddy Grinch,” you giggled, pressing a kiss where you could reach him. “We should put the little monkey to bed. We still have a lot to do.”
“Like eating all those cookies left for Santa?” he wiggled his eyebrows, smiling down at you.
“Don’t forget the carrots,” you poked his side, both of you exchanging another laugh.
Ashton took Levi upstairs, tucking him and Mr. Wolfie into bed, before taking a few minutes to write him a little note in the name of Santa, thanking him for the treats left for him. He left the card next to the plate which soon became empty, the two of you munching on the cookies and the carrots as you put the presents under the tree, stuffing the stockings and cleaning up any remaining wrapping papers that would give away the whole game.
You were finishing the last of the dishes when Ashton wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek sweetly. You felt something soft bumping against your head, and as you turned around you saw your husband with a Santa hat on top of his head, the pompom swinging around as he shook his head to give you a show.
“You’re so silly,” you muffled your giggle against his chest, his hands slowly sliding down your hips to your ass, squeezing it lightly. “You know, I do prefer Santa Daddy.”
“Hmm, but if I’m Santa Daddy, then I cannot be on the Naughty List,” he gave you a cheeky smile. “But I can definitely put you on top of it.”
“And if I wanna be on top of Santa Daddy?” you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, brushing your lips against his. “Where does that put me, huh?”
“Oh, that puts you on Santa’s special list…” Ashton nipped your bottom lip in return, stifling your moan with his own lips. “Santa’s very special list for the hottest, naughtiest, sexiest Mommy on Earth…”
“Shall we check this Naughty List out? Just to be sure I’m on it?” you tugged on the pompom of Ashton’s hat, at which he quickly picked you up, shutting off the lights as he left the kitchen and the living room, moving to the bedroom with you.
“It is my pleasure, baby. Santa Daddy’s gonna make sure you’re punished or rewarded accordingly.”
It never felt this satisfying, making the top of the Naughty List.
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Sometimes it’s really frustrating growing up with Canadian English, because i have enough memory troubles when it comes to spelling without people laughing that I don’t know if we’re siding with the English or the Americans on things like “is this spelled with an S or a Z?” “How many consonants before -ing or -ed?”
And sometimes. Teachers will straight up just grade based on personal preference I swear to fucking god.
And Canada is not a setting on spellcheck most of the time, I think the closest was Australia in the 2010s actually and that’s why I spell it pyjamas now and nobody likes that.
And there is so much USAmerican cross contamination that everyone either assumes we are the same, or will be better if we just adapt to doing everything the same. And like. Wanting to be culturally distinct from the USA is a valid decision for a different country to make? A lot of rules about the USA not overwhelming Canadian Cultural Influences and Identities aren’t… stupid or frivolous. Some of you seem to only think so because you kind of just default assume that US Culture is Correct and Canada is already basically property of The USA, and I think maybe people could stand to analyze the mindset of that a little.
But whether it’s grey E for England, or gray A for America is unclear if the rule works for me. I go with grey because I think English with more letters is more aesthetically pleasing, and honestly I think Zs work best when placed strategically. And I call them Zeds.
#it is 6am and I’m having a weird panic attack#don’t know why that’s happening…#I don’t think any of this is deeply serious in any way#but sometimes Canada is in a very weird position
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Harry Potter OC
Basics
Name: Min-Ya Choi
Nickname: Minnie, Ms. Choi
Gender: Female
Age: 18-19
Blood status: Pureblood
Blood type: A+
Nationality: Australian - Korean
Race: Asian
Appearance
Height: 158cm, 5’2
Weight: Never documented
Face Claim: https://pin.it/5FkjIFk
Body shape: hourglass, average thickness, small waist, d cup size
Skin tone: tannish, seen in Face Claim
Hair colour: dark chocolate brown
Eyes: deep sea blue
Hair texture: 2C
Hair length: roughly thigh length
Other features: dimpled smile, freckled cheeks, shoulders and nose.
Outfits
Uniform;
Shirt: https://pin.it/6cY7St8
Skirt: https://pin.it/7AWCC0A
socks: https://pin.it/2ZeWkNGwC
Shoes: https://pin.it/4MiN8Fa
Tie: https://pin.it/7hcXX4u
Sweater: https://pin.it/2lIqr0e
Hairstyle: https://pin.it/7sjB3Lv
Yule Ball / Formal;
Dress: https://pin.it/3OjQ8F6Xx
Shoes: https://pin.it/6PKK2GsQo
Hairstyle: https://pin.it/2gAFQWg
Sleep;
Pyjama set: https://pin.it/7DQDxyi
Slippers: https://pin.it/1MH6rI5
Hairstyle: https://pin.it/3TSv6mJzh
Casual;
Shirt: https://pin.it/2k10GCH1x
Pants: https://pin.it/3gvAHtbGv
Shoes: https://pin.it/6q9ZH0Cwb
Hairstyle: https://pin.it/3vHsSa3BA
Personality
Personality: often described as cold, secluded and untrusting of others, tends to keep to herself most of the time; especially when it comes to her personal life- not wanting others to know how horrid her father is at home, despite having a sarcastic attitude; Minnie is quite gentle and kind behind closed doors, volunteering to help others with school projects or helping Hagrid take care of his pumpkins. When upset, she’d often ‘shut down’ and not answer anyone, if annoyed- she’ll curse in her native tongue and go vent to Hagrid.
Likes: being left alone and not prodded at; especially when it comes to studying, practicing spells with Luna and Cho, every now and then she enjoys spending time with the golden trio; mostly to taunt Hermione or tease Harry. When alone, she likes to paint and draw creatures of sorts and sometimes people, not minding if they come to life- she enjoys the company and the occasional compliment.
Dislikes: being poked and prodded at; her personal space is most important to her, being in large crowds for too long- finding them suffocating after a while, too sugary treats- things like taffy and hard candy hurt her jaw, rumours being spread around about her and her friendships- she finds them tasteless and a waste of time., being compared to other students by her father
Favourites: lemon drop candy, her mother got her hooked on them when she was a young girl.
Least favourite: taffy and hard candy, her grandmother would force her to eat them whenever she would visit.
Goals: to be good at all classes, even if she fails one or two.
Fears: Voldemort, deep bodied water, disappointing her mother and father.
Talents: painting, drawing, flying and Herbology
Habits: fiddling with her hair, picking at her lips. As well as scratching at her scars when overwhelmed or having a flashback.
Hogwarts/magic information
House: Slytherin
Year: 1-7
Pet brought along: her tarantula named Mango (often seen talking to the creature)
Classes: she attends any standard class, much like her peers.
Best class: Herbology
Worst class: Dark Arts
Wand: 11inches, Yew with a Core of Dragon Heartstring (provided by a quiz lol)
Boggart: her father (explained in relationships)
Patronus: a bunny
Relationships
Mother: Lin Choi, 36, Alive and close relationship. Currently working a muggle job, despite being a witch.
Father: Robert Choi, 40, Alive and strained relationship due to prolonged abuse. Well known wizard.
Siblings: only child, though she’s been “adopted” by the weasley family.
Other relatives: a grandmother on her fathers side, strained relationship due to being forced-fed sweets which led to her being overweight as a child.
Friends: Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Neville
Best friend: George and Fred, Luna, Cho, Hagrid
Crush: N/A (depends on roleplay)
History
Home country: South Korea, moved to Australia for a few years before being accepted into hogwarts.
Currently living status: a single room at Hogwarts (per request of her father)
History/Childhood: she prefers to not remember her childhood due to prolonged abuse from her father and grandmother.
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