#milas airport

[busylilbee]

I was wondering why I've started calling my cat "hey Mimi" because?? Yes, it's cute, but WHY. Is it because of みみ/耳 as in ears???

And then I realized no, it's because one of my best friends speaks like that to her cat, where she pitches her voice a certain way and goes "hey mimiii" (I think she's actually saying something like "hey babyyy" but it sounds like mimi) and now it has slithered into my cat speak!!

[suetravelblog]

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {3}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: You get a glimpse into the future with Charles and Lando as fathers. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff WC: 1.5k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four

You collapsed breathless on top of Charles and let your eyes fall shut as the heat inside the SUV soared. Steam fogged the windows and the sounds of your boyfriends panting filled the small space. 

Lando hummed as he sat back on his knees and watched his release, and Charles’, leak out from you. “Missed this pretty mess you make when we fill you up.”

“Putain, oui,” Charles agreed with a deeply satisfied chuckle. “Feels amazing.”

They were absolutely right, it did feel amazing - especially when it had been almost a week since you last had sex. It was almost a record, and not one you wanted to break anytime soon.

“We should head back,” you said despite wanting to stay exactly as you were. “We should also buy something so it actually looks like we went out.”

“Pretty sure your mum knows how much you hate shopping, and do you really want to risk being spotted?”

Lando made a fair point and you climbed off Charles so you could pull your panties back up and push your dress back down. Max’s plane would be tracked to the local airport so soon everyone would know where you were hiding. You would rather savour the peace and quiet before the paparazzi started to haunt you.

Once you got to Austin there would be no place to hide.

Sitting in the backyard of the pub, you watched the sun set over the countryside backdrop with bittersweet happiness. Luka was squealing with joy as Charles tossed him high into the air and Lando was sprawled on the grass with Lio and Mila clambering over him. It was like a little glimpse into the future you would have all too soon, but it still didn’t feel real. 

“What are you doing, hiding in the corner?” Max took a seat beside you on the bench and scanned the groups that had broken off from the crowd. You could smell the gin in his drink and took a sip of your lemonade as you longed for your usual drink. It didn’t help Lando had ordered you Sprite No Sugar, you weren’t even allowed that anymore.

“Just thinking.”

“I tried that once, but it didn’t work out well for me,” he joked, nudging you with his shoulder when he didn’t get a response. “What are you thinking about?”

You sighed and shifted to face him. “Were you scared you were going to mess up Penelope?”

“No,” he scoffed. 

“Right, because you are good at everything,” you nodded solemnly. “Stupid question.”

“No, it’s because I’m not her father, and I’m not trying to be her father because she already has one. So it is not the same.” Max looked to where Lando and Charles had moved onto dancing with the kids. It probably wasn’t quite dancing, but they were all hugging each other and gently swaying to the music. “You three are going to be fine. You’ve got the responsible parent, the fun one and the worrier.”

“I don’t really want to know who you think is who,” you chuckled, feeling a little better. But another thought had plagued you and there was only one person you could admit it to without fear of judgement. “This is going to sound terrible, but I wish she was a boy.”

Max’s brows shot up his face. “Why?”

You toyed with the condensation running down your glass, drawing little pictures as you spoke. “What if she wants to race? It’s in her blood but this industry is tough on girls, Max. I don’t want her going through the same bullshit I had to.”

“You’re worrying about something that is at least 15 years away, zusje. A lot can change in that time. Plus, she will have you, her fathers and a scary uncle who have been there to make sure she gets treated right.”

You looked across at the young man struggling to understand the horse-riding terms Flo was talking about. “Arthur’s not that scary.”

You laughed at the indignant sound Max made. “Okay, you’re right, you’re right. I don’t need to worry about that now. I just need to get through the rest of the season watching someone else race my car.”

“Checo’s contract is up next year, maybe Red Bull will beg you to come back?”

Your laughter caught the attention of your boyfriends and they smiled at the sound before making their way over. “Yeah, that ain’t happening, they can beg all they want - I would rather be seatless.”

Max turned serious. “They saw your data, you know, when you used my sim. It was the best time anyone has pulled from the car. It was impressive as hell.”

“Well if you want personal driving lessons I am happy to assist. I’ll even give you a family discount.”

Max snickered in amusement as the seats opposite the bench were taken. “Now that you are once again unemployed.”

“Don’t let her mother hear you say that,” Lando warned, only half joking. “She’s not unemployed.”

“Yeah,” you placed a hand on your stomach. “I have the best job in the world now as a human incubator. Me and Vick can be ladies of leisure together.”

“She prefers the term influencer,” Max corrected sarcastically.

“What’s the difference?” Charles asked.

“There isn’t any. Now will you come and dance?”

You accepted Lando’s hand and followed him to the outdoor lights that had been turned on.

“Nutty!” Mila called as she ambled towards you with grabby hands. 

“So close, sweetie,” you laughed as you dropped Lando’s hand to pick her up. “Aunty. Aunt-tee.”

“Nutty is kind of accurate,” Max teased as he walked past to where Kelly was talking with Vicky. He did pause for a second as he watched you spin around with Mila and blow a raspberry onto her neck making the toddler giggle. “Zusje, you’re gonna be fine.” 

You looked up over the top of her curls that were only a few shades lighter than Lando’s and found sincerity in your brother's eyes. “Thanks, Max.”

A pair of arms encircled you and Charles’ chin came to rest on your shoulder. “My dance partner has been stolen.”

Lando spun past with Penelope in his arms and you kissed Charles’ cheek. “Mila, look at Dodo, he thinks he’s a better dancer than us.”

She narrowed her eyes at her uncle dancing with the four year old and her brows furrowed before she squirmed to be put down. “Oops, I think someone is a little jealous,” Charles chuckled, pulling you into his arms while you watched with amusement as she made Lando pick her up too. “Should we save him?”

“Nah, he’ll need to learn how to deal with two females soon enough.” You placed your head on Charles’ shoulder and followed his lead, swaying gently to the music that probably demanded more energy.

“You seem happier,” he commented softly.

“It’s amazing what a little sex in a secluded forest can do for the soul.”

Charles laughed and kissed your forehead, his smile etched on your skin. “Chérie, what we did could hardly be called ‘little’ but even afterwards you still weren’t…I don’t know what the word is…you seem more like yourself.”

You smiled a little as he stumbled over the words. “I’m getting there.”

“I know you will.” He gave up the pretence of dancing and just held you as Lando extracted himself from the girls and they ran off to their mothers before making his way to join you. “We will make sure of it.”

Lando’s warm body pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around you to hold Charles’ hips. “So I was thinking of names…Tulip.”

“Um, no.”

“Hear me out, it’s kind if Dutch and it’s a flower which is pretty cool-”

“Non, mon cher, keep thinking.”

“Daisy?”

You shook your head and he groaned as he was shut down again. “Daphne?”

It was your turn to groan. “No more Bridgerton for you.”

“Clover?”

You paused and his grin widened. “I’m not opposed to that one, but keep brainstorming.”

“How about Juniper?”

“Daddy, where does my name come from?” you asked in a higher pitched voice as you wrinkled your nose.”Well mummy drank lots and lots of Gin one night and that is how you were made.”

“Oh, right,” Lando laughed awkwardly. “I forgot it’s in Gin.”

“It is a good thing we have time,” Charles hummed, holding you both tighter. “There’s no rush finding the perfect name.”

Lando conceded for the moment and fell silent, and you felt content to stay cocooned until your stomach rumbled louder than the music. Your warmth disappeared as they stepped away laughing. “Come on, love. Dinner should be ready.”

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[ferrstappen]

hey bubs, dunno if your taking requests still but I was wondering if you could write dad!Max taking his kids to a theme park for the first time, maybe Disney?

Thank you in advance

Disney World Break (Max Verstappen x fem reader

Max insisted, like really insisted on taking the kids to Disney World, you were already in Miami and a flight to Orlando would be short forty-five minutes.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so thrilled about the idea of taking two four-year-old to a theme park, walking under the humid sun for hours, packed with people from all over the world who could recognize your very famous husband.

The twins, Luca and Mila, both carbon copies of their father, pleaded you to go during the entire flight from Azerbaijan to Florida, encouraged by their father.

“Max, they’re too young to go, they’ll last two hours, tops” You told him as the twins were sleeping, cuddling each other.

“We can take breaks or whatever, we’ll take one of those VIP tours so we can skip lines,” Max hummed at the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair while his head rested on your lap.

Something flashed as you looked at him, always acting like a child outside the track, maybe because he was trying to connect with his inner child, and it all made sense. “Baby, have you ever been to Disney World?”

Blue eyes made contact with yours, his hands finding their home on your thigh. “No, not in Orlando at least. Mum and dad took a Victoria and I to Disneyland in France, but I don’t remember much”

Those words were enough to make you close your eyes and take a deep breath, knowing both Max and you were going to regret this, but it was going to be another adventure for your books. “Ok, baby. We are going to Disney world. You better book that VIP shot soon, and of course we’re going to Magic Kingdom.”

Fast forward two days and you were on the entrance of the park, Max helping Luca to choose his first ears, all while carrying Mila on his arms and telling her to choose whatever she wanted.

“Those ears look really great on you, my love.” You knelt in front of your son, fixing his hair so it wouldn’t look messy.

Just as you were speaking with your private tour guide, Max walked next to you, placing his hand on your waist and gently squeezing it to catch your attention.

“Put them on, liefde.” Max placed a pair of classic Minnie ears, as he adjusted his own Mickey hat.

It seemed like you were not only in charge of your twins, somewhere along the way after riding the Jungle Cruise, your husband started taking Luca and Mila to every shop, money not being an issue as the twins overindulged in merch and sweets.

“What do you think about going to the teacups next?” Max asked Mila, who was on his shoulders.

“Daddy, I’m tired.” Mila complained.

The whispered I told you so didn’t pass unnoticed by Max, who playfully placed his hand very near your ass.

“Max! It’s full of children here, have some respect!” You laughed, placing a kiss on his chin, only to be interrupted.

“Eww! Mama and daddy don’t!” Luca said making a disgusted expression, only to be reprimanded by his sister.

“How about we head to the castle and take our family photo?” You suggested and Max agreed, asking the guide to walk you to the best picture spot.

The sun was glowing, the four of you wearing your ears. Mila was in front of you while Luca was in front of Max who placed a hand on his shoulder and another on your ass, giving it a light squeeze just as the photographer snapped the picture.

This wasn’t a vacation, though. Just after the fireworks exploded, you were on a SUV, full of Disney World bags including multiple t-shirts, dolls, Mickey Mouse replicas, a play set of Cinderella castle driving to the airport where the jet was already waiting for the four of you.

You laughed after noticing multiple Pandora jewelry bags full of Disney charms, bracelets and earrings, even if you insisted to Max that Mila would never wear them. Max didn’t care, whatever his princess wanted, whatever his princess would get.

Max and you were still wearing your ears, staring at Mila and Luca who were both sleeping between the two of you.

“So, what do you say to a week long Disney vacation when the season’s over?” Max proposed and you giggled.

“Only if you ride all the roller coasters with them while I eat my churro” You answered and Max laughed; his gorgeous cackle which made the corner of his eyes crinkle and his mouth form the most beautiful smile before leaning to leave a kiss on your lips, careful to not disturb the twins.

“Deal”

[joelsgreys]

Talk Tonight l Part 1 (Joel Miller x OC Female Reader)

Series Masterlist

Summary: After their flight home is canceled, two complete strangers decide to spend the entire night getting lost together in one of the most beautiful cities in the world—what could go wrong?

Pairing: Pre Outbreak Joel Miller x OFC Camila Mendoza

Warnings/Tags: 18+ Only Minors DNI. NO big age gap, Joel is 35 and Reader is 29. Reader is a mixed woman of color, she is multilingual, although it is written in second person POV (I am terrible at doing third person, sorry) she does come with a name. I also do give her a physical description EXCEPT for her body type (she is shorter than Joel though). Ultimately, if you choose to read this story, you’re more than welcome to read it how you want! If you want to picture her as I write her or as your own—whatever tickles your fancy!

Chapter Warnings/Tags: preface angst (I sorry), we have our girl Sarah, Tommy is a pain in the ass but we love him, airport meet cute, Camila has a physical description, talk of her career and profession, I think that’s about it.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Well, here she is. My lil passion project. It has been kind of nice to write something with zero expectations, not going to lie. No pressure, just straight vibing with this one. This chapter is quite tame, not a whole lot of action yet, but it obviously sets the story up for the good stuff. Tbh, the next chapter is my FAVORITE of the whole series and I almost wish I could skip this part and post that one because when I tell you it is cute, it is so fucking cute lmao. But anyway. I know this series might not gain a ton of traction, but I hope that the few people who DO read this enjoy my OC and grow to love her as much as I have and that you love this story as well. Also I just want to shoutout Doni @morning-star-joy for being so lovely to me and supporting my idea and letting me scream about Camila to her. 🩷

Charles De Gaulle Airport

Paris, France 

September 26th, 2002

07:00 Hours

“I beg your pardon?”

Startled by the sound of that rich, deep voice, that heavy Southern drawl that had become so familiar to you over the last nine hours, you lifted your face from your hands and whipped around in your seat; you’d turned so fast that you almost gave yourself whiplash. Your lips parted slightly in surprise when you saw Joel Miller standing there in the aisle with his plane ticket clutched in his hand.

He looked at you, then his dark eyes flickered over to the man sitting next to you. “Sorry I don’t mean to be a bother, but would you mind swappin’ seats with me?” He asked, politely. “I’ve got a good seat up in business class. It’s all yours if you’re willin’ to switch with me.”

The man raised an eyebrow. “What’s the catch?”

Joel shook his head. “There ain’t no catch, sir.”

“There has to be a catch,” he said, suspiciously.

“Ain’t no catch at all. It’s all yours, no extra charge, sir,” he told him, earnestly. “It’s more comfortable; there’s plenty of legroom. There’s also free food, a better selection of movies to watch. Oh and all the complimentary drinks that you can toss back from here to Austin,” Joel added, practically shoving his ticket right under the man’s nose. He hoped it had been enough to tempt him into agreeing to switch with him. “So? What do you say? Can we swap?”

“Well, I say you had me at complimentary drinks,” he remarked with a grin. He stood up, grabbed his carry on bag from the overhead compartment and took the ticket from Joel’s hand. Eagerly, he made his way up the aisle towards the front of the plane.

Dumbfounded, you couldn’t help but stare at Joel, your eyes widening as he slid himself into the seat beside you. “Hi baby,” he greeted you, his lips, soft and warm, brushing against your temple.

“Joel?” You sniffed, quickly dabbing at your damp, swollen eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan. “I’m confused. What in the world are you doing here? Is this even allowed?”

“It’s fine, Mila. I asked one of the flight attendants, she said it was okay so long as he agreed to it.” He put on his seatbelt and glanced over, noticing that your own seatbelt remained unfastened. Reaching over, Joel grabbed the two straps and pulled them around your hips, buckling it for you. He then gave it a firm tug to make sure it was secure. He felt the way you were looking at him and murmured, “Just wanna make sure you’re safe, baby. That’s all.”

“Joel,” You whispered his name thickly. “Seriously, what are you doing back here?”

Joel’s eyes met yours. “If I can get just a few more hours with you, I’m gonna take them. Camila, I will take every last second I can get with you, alright?”

“But—”

You stopped, clamping your mouth shut as a fresh batch of hot tears threatened to spill over.

“C’mere.” He cupped your cheek with his opposite hand and delicately tucked your face into the spot between his neck and his collarbone, soothing you softly, “I’m here, baby. It’s okay, I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You clutched fistfuls of his denim jacket and clung to him desperately—it was almost as if you’d been clinging onto dear life itself.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Joel promised. “We’re gonna be okay, sweetheart. We’re gonna be okay.”

But that couldn’t have been father from the truth.

You and Joel weren’t going to be okay.

You knew that.

And he did too.

Charles De Gaulle Airport

Paris, France 

September 25th, 2002

21:00 Hours

“You’re still in Paris?” Sarah shrieked loudly.

Wincing, Joel pulled his Nokia away from his ear.

She had nearly blown his goddamn eardrum out.

“Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke?”

He sighed heavily, tiredly rubbing at the side of his face with his opposite hand.

He should have known, expected even, that Sarah wouldn’t take the news of his current predicament all too well—she wouldn’t take it well at all.

Joel brought his phone back to his ear. “Sorry, but unfortunately this ain’t a joke, babygirl,” he replied to her after a minute, letting out another sigh. Joel glanced across the crowded airport lounge and he squinted over at the big digital sign hanging above the airline’s counter displaying all the details of his flight home to Austin, Texas. Even after about four hours, it still flashed red, signaling to everyone the flight was still very much delayed due to the harsh weather conditions on the route. Like Joel, several other passengers were growing restless. “We were supposed to take off a few hours ago, but there’s a pretty bad storm on the East Coast—”

Sarah cut him off with a dramatic groan.

“Oh, come on man! Are you fucking serious?”

“Hey now, you had best watch your language!” He chastised his teenaged daughter. “Don’t you think for one second that I ain’t gonna ground your little behind from halfway across the world, missy. I will ground you right from this airport.” He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Christ, I leave you alone with Uncle Tommy for one weekend—”

“Tell me you’ll be home by tomorrow night, dad.”

He could hear the disappointment in her tone.

As if she already knew she would be let down.

Joel couldn’t blame her.

“I’m not sure when I’ll be home,” he admitted. “It’s lookin’ like the flight might get even canceled.”

“But tomorrow’s your birthday!” Sarah cried. “You have to be home for your birthday.” There’s a long, silent pause on her end of the line, but just as Joel was about to ask her if she was still there, she said in a sad, devastated voice, “It was supposed to be a surprise, but Nana and Grandpa are coming into town tomorrow. We planned a big birthday dinner, even ordered a special cake and everything. You’re always working on your birthday, we haven’t had a chance to properly celebrate it together in years.”

Joel’s heart sank, the guilt creeping in. “Sarah, I’m sorry, babygirl—”

“You just can’t be stuck in Paris, dad. You can’t—”

Suddenly, he heard Tommy in the background.

“Wait a damn minute, what did you just say? He’s stuck where, now? You’ve gotta be—here, give me the phone, kiddo.” There’s another long pause and then his younger brother’s voice came on the line. “What the hell do you mean you’re stuck in Paris?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Joel replied, flatly.

“You better be fuckin’ talkin’ about Paris, Texas.”

“Christ, Tommy! Watch your fuckin’ mouth around my daughter,” he hissed, knowing damn good and well that Sarah was standing beside him, listening to him. “I’m stranded at the goddamn airport here in France. I’ve been sittin’ on my ass for hours now just waitin’ around. My flight’s delayed due to that big storm over on the East Coast,” he explained. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna be here since they grounded all air traffic to the States. Nothin’s flyin’ out in that direction right now.”

“Oh c’mon, that can’t be true! Somethin’s gotta be flyin’ out of that airport to the United States. Have you tried switchin’ airlines?”

Annoyed, Joel snorted and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Tommy, that ain’t how it fuckin’ works, you moron. Nothin’ is flyin’ out in that direction right now,” his voice was firm as he repeated himself. “That really so goddamn fuckin’ hard to understand?”

“Those Europeans put somethin’ in your water?”

“The hell you fuckin’ talkin’ about?”

“‘Cause your ass is crankier than usual, brother.”

Joel pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his composure.

Even in his late twenties, Tommy refused to grow the fuck up and it often drove him to his wits end.

“Look, this long distance call is costin’ me a damn fortune, so listen and listen good, ‘cause I ain’t got a whole lot of time left,” Joel snapped. “I need you to do me a real big favor, alright?” Without waiting for a response from his brother, he continued, “It’s Sunday, so I need you to make sure that Sarah got all of her homework done this weekend. But check it for yourself—and don’t let her lie to you, Tommy. She’ll swear to you she did it, even if she didn’t. I’ll also need you to take her to school tomorrow. She can’t be late again. Her homeroom teacher already chewed me out for droppin’ her off after first bell. I need you to get her there before eight o’ clock. Do you think you can handle that for me?”

Tommy clicked his tongue. “Sorry I wasn’t listenin’ to you, what did you just say?”

Joel’s jaw clenched. “Tommy, I swear to Christ—”

He laughed. “I’m just fuckin’ with you, Joel. I got it all handled, okay? Uncle Tommy to the rescue.”

“Uncle Tommy’s a fuckin’ idiot,” Joel mumbled. “It ain’t a joke. Can I trust you to do this for me or do I need to call Mrs Adler and ask her for her help?”

“I’m a little offended,” Tommy scoffed out. “I think I’ve been takin’ real good care of Sarah on my own over these last few days since you’ve been gone. I mean, she’s alive and she’s breathin’ ain’t she?”

“Tommy—”

“Relax, Joel. I’ll check out her homework tonight, I promise. And I’ll get her to school tomorrow, make sure she ain’t late. You can trust me. Alright?”

“Not like I’ve got much of a choice,” he muttered.

“That’s the spirit.”

Joel rolled his eyes. “I’ve gotta go. Tell Sarah I love her and I’ll do my best to make it home on time for that not so surprise special birthday dinner Mama and Pop are comin’ into town for tomorrow night.”

“You got it, big brother.”

Joel ended the call and then shoved his Nokia into the pocket of his faded, black denim jacket.

He had to get back home by tomorrow night.

If he didn’t, Sarah would be absolutely crushed.

He’d spent his last three birthdays working double shifts just to help make ends meet—but ever since he finally got his construction business going with Tommy, the hours had been even more brutal now that it was just the two of them doing big jobs. He swore both to himself and to Sarah he would try to take more time off—for birthdays, holidays, soccer tournaments, dance recitals. To spend more of his time with her.

So far, he hadn’t been able to keep his word.

He felt like a jackass for it, but what could he do?

It wasn’t just about paying the bills anymore.

Sarah would be turning fourteen next year.

In a few years, he’d be putting her through college.

He needed to work to secure her future for her.

Joel sank back into his chair, taking a look around; his dark eyes scanned the lounge with disinterest.

That’s when you caught his attention.

Caught it and held onto it with a vice like grip.

Joel’s throat went dry.

Christ, you were so fucking beautiful.

Dark brown curls, soft skin the color of deep sand.

Your white sundress only accentuated the warmth of your smooth complexion, giving you a glow that was so radiant it knocked the wind from his lungs, making it hard for him to catch an even breath.

You were sitting in the row of chairs opposite his, a couple chairs down. He couldn’t be too sure, but it seemed like you were traveling alone—the chair on your left was empty and the one on your right held your tan leather satchel bag. Your nose was buried deep into a worn out, paperback book and he took notice of the way you would take the ballpoint pen that you had tucked behind your ear, using it to jot down notes on the crinkled, yellowing pages every so often. Then you would put the pen back behind your ear with a the tiniest, satisfied little grin.

Joel swallowed, his throat bobbing harshly.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You must have felt his stare because you suddenly looked up from your book, meeting his gaze. You’d seemed a bit startled at first, but then flashed him a pleasant, friendly smile.

Embarrassed, Joel quickly turned away from you.

Way to go you fuckin’ idiot, he thought to himself, silently. She probably thinks you’re a damn creep.

He feigned a sudden interest in the airplane that is parked right outside the gate, the very same plane he was supposed to have boarded four hours ago.

“Êtes-vous coincé ici aussi?”

The sweet, feminine voice came from beside him.

Startled, Joel looked to see you’d moved, and now occupied the once empty seat next to him.

“Uh, sorry. I don’t speak French,” he sputtered out nervously.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that,” You said, making the effortless transition from French to English. “I just assumed, but I shouldn’t have.” Tossing him a soft and apologetic smile, you asked, “So then, you are an American too?” Of course, there was no reason to ask such a question when the answer was quite obvious, but you were trying to get a conversation with him going.

“Yeah.” Joel winced, mentally kicking himself over how curt he’d sounded. “I’m from Texas.”

Your hazel green eyes glimmered with amusement and you flashed him a brilliant smile that made his heart skip a beat or two inside his chest.

“I thought I detected a hint of a Southern drawl.”

“Oh trust me, it ain’t just a hint, darlin’.”

You threw your head back slightly, laughing. “Well, hello there cowboy,” You teased him, playfully. You were even more stunning up close and all he could do was hope that you couldn’t tell how nervous he was underneath the surface—eager to be chatting up a stunning woman like you, but still nervous.

“So what did you ask me just a minute ago?”

“I asked if you’ve been stuck here like me.”

Joel grinned, feeling a little more courageous.

“Ain’t it obvious what flight I’m waitin’ on, angel?”

“Oh very much so, cowboy.” Grinning back at him, you leaned back into your chair and made yourself comfortable. “I’m waiting on that same flight too.”

Joel chuckled. “At this rate we’d get to Austin a lot faster by swimmin’ across the Atlantic.”

“It’s too bad I don’t know how to swim. Otherwise, I’d say let’s get paddling,” You kidded, causing him to laugh again. “How long were you here in Paris?”

“Few days,” he answered. “Buddy of mine married his longtime girlfriend here. I was his best man.”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Really?”

Amused, he asked, “Somethin’ wrong with that?”

“I mean, getting married in the most romantic city in the entire world? Don’t you think that’s just a bit cliché?”

Joel shrugged. “I suppose it is,” he agreed. “Come to think of it, can’t get more cliché than that. But I couldn’t say no to Wyatt. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers,” he explained. “He asked me to be his best man. I couldn’t say no to him, no matter how fuckin’ cliché the whole thing was—”

He suddenly stopped, face burning.

“Sorry darlin’,” he apologized, sheepishly. “I should mind my manners. It ain’t polite to curse when I’m in the presence of a lovely lady.”

Your laugh sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

Waving a hand, you assured him, “It’s totally fine. I don’t it mind at all.”

Joel smiled, angling his body towards you.

His nerves hadn’t disappeared, not completely.

But as the seconds ticked by, he felt more at ease.

Talking to you felt as natural as breathing.

Joel decided to turn the tables. “What about you? How long were you here for?”

“Oh, I wasn’t. I’m actually just here on a layover.”

“From where?”

“Somalia.”

Joel frowned. “I damn near failed geography when I was in high school. You’re gonna have to help me out a little here, darlin’. Where’s Somalia?”

“East Africa.”

“Africa?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had never been into traveling—he preferred to stay put in his bubble in Texas. Flying out to Paris for Wyatt and the wedding had been Joel’s first time leaving the United States. He never had a desire to go and see the world, nor the interest. But he would have been lying if he said you hadn’t piqued his interest with such an unexpected answer. “What were you doin’ down there?”

“Working. I’m a traveling physician.”

Joel’s mouth fell open slightly. “You’re a doctor?”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Is that such a surprise?”

“How old are you?”

“It’s not polite to ask a lady her age,” You smacked his arm playfully. “Don’t you know that?”

He flushed. “Sorry, it’s just—you seem a bit young to be a doctor, that’s all. I wouldn’t have thought.”

Tilting your head to the side, you asked, “Well how old do you think I am, cowboy? And don’t lie to me just to stay in my good graces. I won’t be offended by your guess, I promise.”

“Twenty five?” Joel guessed, honestly. “Or twenty six?”

“You flatter me, but no. I’ll be thirty in December.”

“So tell me, doc. How long were you in Africa?”

“About a month,” You replied. “I was there with my team to visit some of the villages in Somalia to see families in need of basic healthcare. We offer them medicine and supplies, we offer vaccines. I tend to the children, mostly. I specialize in pediatrics.”

Joel couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.

“What?”

“That’s just really impressive,” he admitted. After a minute, he found himself asking, “Now that you’re done workin’ down there, are you goin’ back home to Austin for a while? That where you’re from?”

You shook your head, and he hoped he didn’t look as disappointed as he felt.

“I’m from Laredo,” You said. “But then I moved for college. I did pre-med at The University of Texas in Austin.”

“You visitin’ your old stompin’ grounds?” he joked.

“Something like that.” You giggled. “One of my old professors, he invited me to give a lecture to some of his students who are interested in medicine and might want to pursue careers in the field—I’ll only be in Austin for a day, then it’s off to my next work assignment.”

Joel shot you another incredulous look.

“What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“I just figured you’d have to be some old geezer to give a lecture to college students.”

“Nope. You just have to be really good at what you do,” You winked at him. “That’s all.”

Before Joel could say another word, an attendant at the airline counter picked up their radio to make an announcement over the intercom—the flight to Austin had been canceled and all passengers were required to book a new one for the following day.

There was a collective groan in the lounge.

“Well, that’s a bummer,” You let out a tiny sigh and stood up, slinging the long, thick strap of your bag over your shoulder. Turning towards him, you gave him a warm smile. “Thank you for talking to me. It was nice having some company.” Lightly touching his shoulder, you said, “Good luck in getting home tomorrow, cowboy.”

Retracting your hand, you whirled around.

Joel jumped to his feet, ready to stop you.

But it was too late.

With the hustle and bustle of everyone scrambling towards the airline ticket counter, he’d quickly lost you in the massive crowd of people.

Joel craned his neck, searching around for you.

“C’mon,” he muttered. “Where’d you go?”

Finally, after a couple of minutes, Joel spotted you walking away from one of the counters with a new plane ticket in hand.

He didn’t even have to think twice about it.

Making his way through the crowd, Joel rushed to the counter and up to the same blond woman who had assisted you. “That girl who was just here, the one with the dark curly hair,” he said. “Can you tell me which flight she booked?”

The attendant gave him a strange look. “Yes she is on the first flight available to Austin,” she stated in a thick, French accent. “Seven in the morning.”

“I need to be on that flight,” Joel told her. Noticing the hint of annoyance on her face, he added in the most polite tone he could muster, “Please. And I’d like the seat next to hers, if it’s possible.”

She shot him another odd look, but typed away at her keyboard and checked the computer screen.

“My apologies, Monsieur. But the seat next to her has already been booked by another passenger.”

“What ‘bout one close to her, then?” He tried.

“I am afraid the only seats left available are at the very back of the plane or business class.”

Joel sighed. He pulled his wallet out from the back pocket of his jeans and handed her his credit card.

“Fine. I’ll just upgrade to a business class seat.”

The attendant nodded. “Of course, Monsieur.”

Once he was all set, he thanked her and started to make his way through the lounge and towards the exit. He walked outside and took a look around the terminal, his eyebrows pulling together.

He knew the chances of finding you were slim, but he took comfort in knowing that he would see you in the morning on the flight back to Austin.

Until then, he had about nine hours to kill.

“Suppose there’s worse cities to be stuck in,” Joel muttered to himself. Most places had translations, and he figured he could get by on his own alright. The hotel he’d stayed at with the wedding party, it wasn’t too far from the airport—after a drink and a bite to eat, he could book a room for the night and crash until the morning.

He started down the sidewalk, but then stopped—out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of your curls and his stomach fluttered eagerly.

You were standing in line waiting for a cab holding what appeared to be a map in your hands.

Before his mind and body could even try making a connection, he found himself walking over to you.

“Hey there,” Joel greeted as he approached you.

You looked up from your map and beamed at him.

“Hey! Did you manage to get a new flight home?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I did. I’m on the first one out to Austin at seven o’ clock in the mornin’.”

Your smile widened. “I’m on that one too!”

“You don’t say,” Joel said in a nonchalant tone. He didn’t want to admit he already knew that. “Well, if that just ain’t a funny coincidence.” His eyes fell to the map in your hands. “What’cha got there?”

“A map to the city.”

He laughed. “Gonna go sightseein’ or what?”

“I am indeed going sightseeing, actually.”

Joel’s smile faltered. “You serious? At this time?”

“I’ve been to Paris a couple of times before. I have always wanted to see it at night, but never had the guts to do it,” You confessed. “But here I am stuck for the next nine hours, so I suppose tonight is the night I finally do it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I prefer the term adventurous.” Folding your map, you looked at him. “What about you, cowboy? You have anything planned for your night?”

Joel shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Was gonna go grab a bite to eat and then get a hotel room to crash in.”

He was tempted, oh so tempted, to ask you to join him for a late dinner and drinks—just when he had worked up the courage to go for it, you spoke.

“Did you get to see the city while you were here?”

“I didn’t see much of anythin’,” he admitted. “With the weddin’ and all, I didn’t have the time. It ain’t a big deal, though. I ain’t a big sightseein’ kinda guy to begin with, you know?”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Wait a minute, I just want to make sure I have this straight—you’ve got an entire commitment free night in Paris, and you’re going to spend it cooped up in some hotel room?”

Joel shrugged. “I reckon I am.”

“No way.” You grabbed his arm and started to pull him over towards an available cab. “You’re coming with me tonight.”

“Wait just a minute, darlin’—”

Ignoring him, you continued to drag him along. “It would a crime if you didn’t see this city before you go back home,” You stated, opening the back door to the car. You tried shoving him into the backseat but he caught himself on the roof of the vehicle.

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on there a second, angel,” he said with a chortle. “You’re really just gonna spend a whole night in a foreign city with a complete and total stranger you just met half an hour ago? What if I’m some kinda serial killer?”

You blinked. “Are you a serial killer?”

“Well no I ain’t a serial killer, but my point is—”

“Then we’re fine,” You chirped. “Come on, let’s go. There’s no time to waste.”

Pushing past him, you climbed into the backseat.

“You coming?” You asked over your shoulder.

Joel chuckled, sliding in next to you.

“Guess I am.”

He shut the door behind him—this was happening and yet somehow it didn’t even feel real.

A chance to spend the entire night with you?

It just didn’t feel real to him.

“I’m Camila,” You introduced yourself, extending a hand towards him.

He took your hand, holding it in his.

“Camila,” Joel repeated with a smile. “That’s a real pretty name for a real pretty girl.”

You grinned.

“How about you, cowboy? You got a name?”

“Joel. Joel Miller.”

You gave his hand a squeeze.

“Well Joel Miller, it seems like we aren’t complete and total strangers anymore, are we now?”

His own grin widened. “No, darlin’ I suppose we ain’t.”

[pisupsala]

✨Mila's (Early) Endless Summer Reading List ✨

I'm packing my bags, so I thought I should pack my favorite stories: stuff that's been on my to-read list for too long, stuff I just enjoy re-reading and want you to know about, something to get me through the long-haul flight, something for sipping cocktails on the beach. I'm going to be updating the list with your recommendations and more stuff that I find. So:

Recommendations? 💕 YES PLEASE!

Recommend your own work? FUCK YES! ✨ minors dni, respect the author's tags, and show them some love by commenting and reblogging.

✨ TGM

mostly Bradley Bradshaw tbh lmao * This Love Came Back To Me by @beyondthesefourwalls i love these kinds of plots and it's so sweet *Remember You Even When I Don't by @beyondthesefourwalls i bizarrely never actually finished this and i will have to rectify this pronto *The Younger Kind by @roosterforme im like 20 chapters behind, soooo excited to binge this

*Leave a Light On by @sometimesanalice comfort story right here

*Hey Sailor by @sometimesanalice no notes, just yum

*Less Talk by @tongue-like-a-razor a jake story??? yes and i love this one *Faking It by @tongue-like-a-razor a classic, a must-read

*Little Wallflower by @bradshawsbitch it warms my poor heart and i feel this story on a personal level since I've been dealing with hearing loss

*Mise en Place by @bradshawsbitch hands down on my favorite AUs

*(christmas) baby please come home by @gretagerwigsmuse this fic influenced me so hard i bought a theragun *and even when we’re wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay by @gretagerwigsmuse actually just anything Jordan has ever done with the Smart Alec universe, you should read it

*Concerned Neighbor by @mothdruid this is just hot and you should enjoy it

*The Boyfriend Experience by @notroosterbradshaw i swear this is the fic that got me writing again, so if you like anything I've ever done you should go show Cass some love. *Don't Hang 'Em Till Noon by @sailor-aviator Jake western!AU? I knew I was rewatching Deadwood for a reason. Excited!! recommended by @goldenseresinretriever *Fool's Fare by @sailor-aviator A Jake pirate!AU while I'm on a beach in the Caribbean? Sign. me. up. Also recommended by @goldenseresinretriever *You Catch More Bees With Honey by @goldenseresinretriever I've seen this on my dash so much, but I shamefully never got around to it. How did you know I like hockey?

✨

Masters of the Air

Trust by @blurredcolour yeaaaaah, im obsessed. im deceased. this is so good.

prettier than a peach by @honeyskywitch reading this on my flight, so excited!

Oblivious by @sagesolsticewrites saving this one for the airport~

[ln4babygirl]

LN4 X shy reader 🔥

You and Lando fly home to visit his family for Christmas, Lando can’t keep his hands off you.

~It was a cold day in England when we landed to visit Lando’s family. I haven’t seen them all for months after the season has ended. As we were waiting to get picked up from the airport Lando noticed my goosebumps and placed his jacket over my shoulders and pulled me into his side- just like every time he notices that I’m cold. However this time it made me blush more than normal as his dad was pulling up to the pick up point at the airport. It’s not that he hasn’t seen us hug before but it’s normally a good luck hug or a well done hug.. I am very shy and especially around family. It took me months to be okay with lando putting his arm around me at the garage (not that I didn’t like it I just don’t like attention being on me). Landos sister Flo jumped out of the car to help put our bags in the boot and gave us both a quick hug whilst telling her dad to blast the heating up as I was “practically freezing”. Adam just laughed and told us to get in before me finger tips fall off, Lan pulled open the back door for me and ran around to the other side to let himself in. The car journey wasn’t long and the entire way Lando kept his hand on my thigh rubbing circles as we drove to help calm my nerves, when we pulled up to the beautiful house they all call home everyone ran inside as it had just started raining. Lando quickly got our bags out before joining us all inside. As we entered I could smell the hot chocolate that landos mum knew was my favourite, bluey was playing on the TV which only meant one thing- landos nieces were also here to greet us. They came running and crawling through and Mila jumped straight into landos arms squealing whilst everyone laughed at the adorable encounter.

A few hours had gone by and I excused myself to go and freshen up before dinner. As I was drying myself off with a towel Lan came into the room and rapped his arms around my waist and started placing delicate kisses on my neck and shoulders. I turned around in his arms and planted a kiss on his lips which made him smile his bright radiant smile that I would never get bored of seeing. I wiggled away from him to get changed and noticed him plant himself on the large bed in the centre of the room. As I grabbed my clothes to try and go to the bathroom to change he stopped me. I was hoping he wouldn’t do this on the trip but apparently I was wrong, he hates when I walk away to get changed his point being he’s seen everything already so why wouldn’t I get changed In front of him. The problem is he doesn’t remember every time I change in front of him it takes double the time as he just can’t keep his hands to himself- which eventually results in him removing all my clothes and lying me down on the bed. Just as I was explaining that we don’t have time for his antics as all his family are waiting for us he shakes his head and tells me to just change here. I’ve learnt to pick my battles and this is not one I can be bothered fighting.

We eventually make it downstairs and join everyone else at the table, everything is going well until Lando places his hand on my thigh, this isn’t unusual for him but I can see in his eyes that he wants something more. I try to take his hand off my thigh but he just squeezes harder and moves higher up. I started to blush and take a sip of my drink, just as I put my glass back down I feel hot breath on my ear and immediately know who it is coming from. Lando is leaning into me and tells me to be a good girl and I will get rewarded later and leaves a seemingly innocent kiss behind my ear but what nobody can see is the devil like lick he leaves before he kisses. If I wasn’t red before I definitely am now, his entire family looking at us sweetly as their son and brother appears to be lovingly kissing me to soothe my nerves but what they don’t realise is that his hand has now made its way to be touching the outline of my underwear. I squeeze my thighs together to try and make it harder for him but that’s no match for his strong hands, as he pried my thighs back open a bit with one hand he manages to slip his fingers under my underwear and feel all the way up my slit dipping his finger in when he’s done. My breathe hitched as he drew his finger up to my bundle of nerves and circled it a couple of times, he leans over again and whispers into my ear how wet I already am and how naughty I’m being for enjoying his touch at a dinner table- he then removes his hand completely and wipes his fingers off on my thigh smirking at me.

I thought this would be the end of his attack but as we all settled down on the large sofas to watch a film he pulls me on his lap and throws a blanket over the both of us. This would be a normal scenario but there was enough seating for 15 people in this living room so I wasn’t sure why he wanted me on his lap. His sister throwing some popcorn at him stating he didn’t need to make her feel so single at Christmas time, he just smiled in return and kissed my temple wrapping his arms tighter around me. It was about 30 minutes into the film when I felt him pulling my legs apart so they were on the outside of his legs. I turned to whisper to him but when I looked at his face and saw the smirk he had whilst watching the film I knew I was done for, not even a second later he was dragging his hand up my thigh straight to where his hand had previously been at the dinner table, he moved my underwear to the side and swiped his finger up my slit and chuckled. He leant down and bit my ear as he dipped his finger back inside my whole, whispering how good I feel around him and to stay quiet. I bit my lip and couldn’t deny that this was a massive turn on, his finger inside me whilst his family was focused on the film. He started to pick up his pace and added another finger to the attack he was currently completing. I could feel the knot in my stomach begging to tighten and he must have felt it too as he leant down again and told me to let go and that I had been such a good girl taking his fingers so well for him. This completely tipped me over the edge and he covered my mouth as I came clenching around his fingers. Just as he removed his hand from my mouth his brother turned to ask if we wanted a refill, landos fingers still inside me he nodded his head for the both of us. He slowly moved in and out of me as his brother returned with our drinks. Lando then removed his fingers from inside of me and grabbed the glasses from his brothers hands, at this exact moment the screen went white and you could see landos fingers glistening as he took the glasses from his brother. I nearly chocked on nothing and Lando has his famous smirk back on his face, I was hoping his brother hadn’t noticed but when I looked up at him and he had the same smirk on his face as Lando and shaking his head I knew he had seen and knew exactly what had been going on. I buried my head into landos chest and could feel him chuckling whilst stroking my hair to soothe me, if this wasn’t embarrassing enough landos brother fist bumped Lando before going back to his own seat. I am definitely never getting changed In front of Lando again. ~

[bluesmason]

listen, i know it’s only march and we’re a long way from the holiday season but i just love the idea of your first christmas with mason and his family 🥺

so maybe on the 24th you fly to london straight after spending the day with your family to be with mason and you’re going to spend christmas day and the whole week until after new years day with him and you’re a bit nervous on the whole way there because you’ve never spent christmas with him and his family and you’re not sure if you’ll fit in or if you’ll intrude on their traditions or anything 🥺 so when you arrive at the airport you see mason waiting for you at the arrivals with his hoodie over his head to not get recognised because all he wants is to pick you up and take you to his home because it’s so late and you must be tired and as soon as he sees you he’s smiling from ear to ear before hugging you so tight and kissing you in the most loving way, telling you that he’s so happy you’re here before grabbing your suitcase and your hand to walk to his car with you and the whole way home he’s holding your hand and kissing the back of it as he tells you what he’s been upto today and how cute summer and mila were when they all went last minute christmas shopping earlier today 🥺 and when you finally get to his house everyone’s already asleep in their rooms so you both also head straight to bed cuddling and falling asleep in eachothers arms 🥺 and when you wake up in the morning the first thing you feel is mason’s kisses all over your face and his hands softly rubbing up and down your sides telling you to wake up before summer comes barging in demanding you both to open presents with her right away so you lay there all cuddled up until she eventually does come in and you both go down into the kitchen, you wearing matching pyjamas with debbie and jaz and all the boys wearing the matching ones too and the whole morning is just so wholesome with all of you opening presents and you giving everyone the presents you sneakily brought with you and they’re all like “oh no darling you didn’t have to” but you tell them that you wanted to as a little thank you for them letting you be with them during this special time and everything 🥺 and when you handed out all the presents you sit back down next to mason and he puts his arm around your shoulder, pulls you closer and kisses the side of your head in the most loving way because he didn’t know about the presents and he just loves you so much and how well you get along with his family 🥺 and the whole day just goes by so nicely with you all taking a walk, playing with summer in the snow, eating christmas dinner together, playing board games and going ice skating in the evening 🥺 and mason being so affectionate and touchy during all of it because he’s just so happy you’re here with him 🥺

[beyondthegame]

Hi Mila!! "immediately looking at the other after telling/doing something funny in hope to see their smile" for Milan?? I hope you have a wonderful day btw, love u!

Your life is a little different now. You remember the day you signed for Inter City, the day that very literally changed your life. The media are much more interested in your life now, both on and off the pitch.

“What are you doing after training tomorrow?” you ask Milan.

The two of you are walking from your home to your local supermarket. Though you’ve thrown the question in Milan’s direction, you have a brief idea of the answer.

“Um, to the airport and then a flight to New York,” they answer before glancing over at you. “Are you going to miss me?”

You hum a little. “You know I will.”

The response breaks Milan’s heart a little. It’s bittersweet. It’s nice to hear, but whenever that question is asked by either of you there’s usually a joke attached to it.

But when the two of you are serious like this it means something. Your careers are putting a strain on the two of you.

“Hey,” Milan says softly, bringing you to a stop. They slip a hand into yours. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Your eyes stay locked on your tangled fingers. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve held each other’s hands. It’s not the first time you’ve stood so closely to one another.

So why is your heart racing? Why do you suddenly feel like keeping Milan as close possible?

You quickly clear your throat. “I know.” You smile a little. “What do you want me to say? That I’ll be counting down the days to see you?” you tease.

Milan squeezes your hand. “Well, I definitely will.” They let go before taking a little step back, as if they’ve just realised that they may have stepped past the territory of being friends.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Milan St. Clair!” a random voice calls out. The two of you turn and find someone who looks like a teenager running towards you. “And you! You play for Inter City.”

They’ve ruined the moment between you and Milan a little. You can feel it, but the smile on the teenager’s face is evident.

“Uh, yes,” you say, “to both.”

The teenager practically bounces from foot to foot. “I hope you win the US Open, Milan!” they say, causing the tennis player to grin.

“I hope so too.” Milan’s gentle hand suddenly ends up on the small of your back. That goddamn comforting feeling again. “I can’t take my good luck charm with me though.”

They mean you.

You turn to them, seeing that they’re already looking at you. “You think I’m your good luck charm?”

Milan’s dark brown eyes shine a little. “Course I do. You’re my partner after all.”

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Through Sickness and Health

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: yes - nonnie!

Prompt: Although Elvis resists your pleas to get rehab at first, a call in the middle of the night sets your mind at ease. Basically, the airport scene from the movie, except you're Priscilla and the fic we all deserve.

TW: Mentions of drugs, rehab, general depression, and just angst

Rating: Pg   ||     Word Count: 3446

A/N: i'm so glad I finally got around to this one! this is a fix-it fic which means its kinda hurt/comfort + this is so much longer than i was anticipating but who's complaining more soft elvis. Also Mx. is a gender neutral term for Mr/Mrs it's not a typo lolol

🦋 mila

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You grip tightly onto the strap of the leather handbag in your fingers. Your head drops down and your eyes trace the yellow stitches across the top of the handle. The chilled rain droplets splat and spit all around you, splashing and melting onto your skin. It’s the perfect weather for the day, what the day is and what it brings. You had woken up this morning, looked outside and known that it would be a perfect reflection of how you feel. Your eyes flick up and land on your gorgeous little girl as she runs toward you. You drop to your knees with a big smile, although it’s one that doesn’t reach your eyes. Your arms open wide for her to run into your grasp. You clutch around the little girl with all your strength.

“Hi baby! How was it? Did you have fun with daddy?” you ask, tucking some unwieldy curly blonde hair behind your daughter’s ear. A reminder that your husband, ex-husband, is blonde. “Say bye to daddy.”

You turn her around and point toward the black car with the tinted windows where you can just barely see your ex-husband peering through. Your father-in-law, Vernon, approaches and you stand to give him a quick hug, gently patting his back.

“How are you?” you ask quietly, but he just nods with a solemn expression.

You shoot him a tight-lipped smile. For everything Vernon has put your husband, ex-husband, through, you still feel empathy toward Vernon for what he’s suffered alongside the rest of you. You turn your attention toward the ominous vehicle and gulp hard before taking a deep breath in time with your first step. When you reach the car, a security officer opens it and you carefully climb into the seat next to Elvis. As you sit down, you immediately feel your heart sink. You hate this. How transactional it all is. How business-like your relationship has become. As the door slams, you nervously glance up toward your husband, whose head is tilted down, almost as if he’s asleep.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

“Hi,” you respond, not knowing what else to say.

You’ve been doing this, this exchange, for a while now; almost two years, at this point, but it never gets any easier. And today is more important than any other day because, today, you finally have a plan. Actionable steps that your husband, ex-husband, can take to get better. Moments of silence pass until you speak.

“How are you doing?” you ask, praying for an honest answer.

If nothing else, you know that your relationship still provides room for honesty. You are one of the only people in the world he can be truly honest with. You know you’re gonna get a truthful answer when he just heaves a deep sigh without responding. Your hand flies up out of instinct to touch his face, but it falters in mid air and then falls to rest on his hand instead. He gently curls his fingers around yours, squeezing hard. You bite your lip for a moment, debating whether to continue. As your eyes trace down the sunken posture of his body, his neck, and even his eyes behind a pair of hideous sunglasses, you know it’s now or never. This is your last chance.

“Elvis, honey, listen there’s a place in San Diego…a rehab place. It’s somewhere you can go to rest, to get better, to get help,” you say, although your voice begins to shake from the combination of nerves and grief. “After the show, you can fly directly there and be in a clinic before anyone even knows. I’ve arranged it all.”

“I’m gonna be 40 soon, Y/N…40,” he says incredulously, gently shaking his head. “And nobody’s gonna remember me. I never done anythin lasting. I never made a classic film I can be proud of.”

“What about King Creole? You got great reviews for that. Or A Star is Born?”

“Ehhh,” he responds in a raspy voice and then chuckles. “Barbra a-and the Colonel?”

You can’t help but chuckle along with him this time. But your small fit of laugher quickly triggers the tears that are already threatening to spill out of your eyes. You feel your face screw up in grief and you sniff.

“Please go,” you plead, your voice cracking. “If you dream it, you’ll do it, baby. So dream it for me, please.”

You add the last parts in hopes that it’ll remind him of how things used to be. How happy you both used to be together. How full of life he was.

“I’m all outta dreams,” he responds in a voice drier than sandpaper.

Your free hand flies directly up to your face, pressing into the skin between your eyebrows as you glance out the window. You can’t look at him or you’ll break. You falter for a moment, sucking in a shaky breath and trying to come up with something to say that will convince him.

“Promise me,” you barely choke out. “Lisa needs her daddy back. I need my husband back. I-”

Harsh knocking on the window of the car distracts you, and you turn your head away again as your chest tightens. You sniff hard and wipe some tears before finally gathering the courage to look at him and squeeze his hand. The security person opens the door and you move to get out of the car.

“I’ve never stopped, you know,” you say, glancing back at him. “I’ve never stopped loving you. You are my greatest love and that’s the way it’ll always be.”

He glances up at you lazily, but you can see streams of tears staining his cheeks. You know he wants to say that he loves you. But he doesn’t feel worthy of receiving or giving love. Especially not to you, not after everything he’s put you through.

“Promise me, Elvis Presley,” you say one last time and then pull away.

His grasp on your fingers refuses to release you, but you drag your fingers away anyway. You can’t be around him for another moment. It’ll break you and you’ll never be able to leave. After exiting the car, you turn to watch your husband, ex-husband, board his plane and jet off to wherever the hell it is he’s going now. Seeing him illuminated by the rainy light makes your nostrils flare with the effort of trying not to cry.

I will always love you, he mouths, and your fingers reach up to bunch your coat together. You say nothing but silently beg and plead with him to take up the offer you’d made. You rip your gaze away, shuffling to the car and climbing in next to your daughter. The door slams and you grab her hand, pressing a small kiss to it as the driver begins to roll away. You glance out the window one last time to see Elvis staring back at you. He presses his fingers to his lips and then reaches them out toward you with a wave, blowing you a kiss. You can’t bring yourself to force a smile, just to worry and hope to dear god that he takes the rehab option.

The end.

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Just kidding this is a fix-it fic bitch (affectionate) enjoy 💖

You jolt awake and roll over, slamming your fingers onto the hard black plastic of the phone. You pull it away from the receiver and press it to your ear.

“Hello?” you murmur gruffly, sitting up and fumbling to turn the light on. “Who is this?”

“Mx. Y/N Presley?” you hear a woman’s voice on the other line, not familiar but with the state you’re in, it could be your own mother’s voice for all you know.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Mx. Presley, this is Dr. Winters with Goldn Hill House in San Diego. Your husband, Elvis Presley, has checked himself into our rehab center.”

It barely occurs to you to correct the doctor. Your ex-husband…

“He wanted us to notify you and was also wondering if you could bring some of his belongings up to the center so he can get more comfortable here, since he’ll be residing here for about three or so months at least. He gave me a fairly organized list which I would be happy to go over with y-”

“What?” you ask, shaking your head as your fingers finally close around the string to the lamp. You glance up at the clock reading three something in the morning. “I’m sorry. It’s very early in the morning, so I’m afraid I’m a little groggy.”

“It’s not a problem, Mx. Presley. We understand that this can be a lot to digest for family members. Mr. Presley arrived with a Mr. Jerry Schilling around 1:30 this mornin and admitted himself to the center for drug addiction treatment,” the woman continues. “We’ve already discussed any financial requirements and have him set up in a room. He’ll have a few days to settle into his new space and the rehabilitation process will begin on Monday. In the mean time, we’d love to have you come down for a visit. Showing that you care and support his decision would be extremely helpful in this process. Would you have an availability to come up for a visit this weekend?”

“Uh…” you rub your fingers over your eyes, trying to make sense of the information. “Yes, of course. I can be on the next plane out tomorrow.”

Your brain finally starts to catch up, and you feel a strange sense of disbelief mixed with joy. You softly begin to smile, pressing your hand to your chest.

“He really checked in? The actual Elvis Presley, not some impersonator or crazed fan who’s changed their name?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she replies. “We had to confirm his social security information to admit him, and I can assure you that it’s the real Elvis Aaron Presley. He’s been requesting you since he came in.”

You feel a hot tear slip from your eye and release a shaky breath in relief.

“Well, that’s very good to hear. Give me just a moment to get some paper and a pen, and I’ll get that list of his belongings from you.”

You hop out of bed with more energy than you can remember feeling in a long time. As soon as you hang up with the rehab center, you phone Jerry to have the Lisa Marie sent up to Memphis for you. Then, you phone up a neighbor friend to ask them to watch Lisa while you’re gone. You spend the rest of the early morning hours gathering up the objects Elvis has requested and packing a small overnight bag for yourself.

By the time the sun is rising several hours later, you’re gently waking Lisa for a quick kiss and to explain that you’re going to help daddy with something. You hop into the car, thanking your neighbor on the way out, and speed to the airport tarmac where you meet Jerry outside of the plane. He pulls you in for a hug, and you breathe in his familiar scent. You close your eyes, feeling hopeful for the first time in a while.

“Hi, Jerry,” you say. “I can’t express how grateful I am right now. You’ve always been there for him.”

“Not in the way you have, but thank you,” he responds. “You were the one who convinced him to even consider it in the first place.”

You climb onto the airplane together and take your seats as the plane jets off toward San Diego for your roughly four hour flight.

“How did it happen, Jerry? Please tell me.”

“He’d been real quiet all day after leaving the airport. He didn’t say much before the show, but I didn’t think anything of it. I just figured he was probably tired, but then right after the show, he pulled me aside. He said, ‘Y/N told me about this place I could go to rest and I think it’s about time for a good long nap.’ And he just asked me to drive him there right then. He didn’t even want to change, probably didn’t wanna run into the Colonel. So, of course, I did what he asked. I wasn’t about to argue with that. He fell asleep on the ride over there, he was so exhausted. And by the time we got to the center, he was still pretty out of it, but clearminded enough to be very insistent about being admitted. I’m not sure what you said to him on the tarmac, but whatever it was, it worked.”

You smile to yourself, breathing yet another sigh of relief. You both settle in for the flight. Considering that you didn’t get to sleep from three to nine in the morning, it doesn’t surprise you that you fall asleep, letting your eyes drift closed. Until you hear Jerry’s low voice waking you.

“We’re at the airport,” he says as he gently shakes your shoulder.

It takes you less than a few seconds to awaken completely. You’re so excited and anxious to see Elvis. Once the plane doors open, you and Jerry exit. You clutch hard onto the duffel bag of items Elvis requested as you get into a car to drive to the rehab center. The drive is surprisingly short and the place looks lovely. Well manicured lawns, fountains, and plenty of open space; just what Elvis needs. The car rolls to a stop in front of the building, and you walk into the facility with Jerry behind you. The receptionist’s face lights up when she sees you.

“Mx. Presley!!” she says happily. “Welcome, welcome! We’re so glad you could make it. Mr. Presley hasn’t stopped talking about you since he checked in. Let me get you some information about the process and the facility, and then I’ll take you back to him.”

The receptionist hands you brochure after brochure and then points toward some legal and financial information for the treatments Elvis might need. You try to take it all one step at a time and make mental notes of everything you’re hearing, but your excitement makes it quite hard to do. When she’s finally done with her spiel, she steps out from behind the counter and gestures for you to follow her. You throw a quick smile at Jerry before following the receptionist back into a special wing for celebrities.

“He’s right in there,” she says, gesturing to a room. “He’s completely exhausted, so he might be asleep. I would recommend just making sure that you’re careful so you don’t alarm him.”

With that, she leaves you alone in the quiet hallway. You take a deep breath, or three, and clutch onto the bag before gently knocking on the door. When you get no response, you gently push it open.

“Elvis, honey?” you ask quietly as you step into the room. He looks up from his place in the bed. His hair is mussed and eyes sleepy as he lies propped up against a pillow in his pajamas. Your eyes immediately fall to the book in his hands, and you smile. He’s always loved to read.

“Y/N,” he says and a smile spreads across his sunken features. “I’m so glad ya made it.”

“Of course,” you say with a small chuckle. “I’m glad you made it, too. I brought the stuff you asked for.”

You come closer to hand over the bag so he can go through it. He takes it from you as you sit down in the chair by the side of the bed. He unzips the bag and begins to sort through it, a soft smile resting on his face. He looks like he’s already been sleeping for days, and you feel emotion rising in your throat to choke you. You gulp it away.

“So, how is it here so far?”

He nods.

“Not so bad. They treat me pretty good. If I want anything, all I gotta do is ring this lil button ‘ere and those nurses come a’runnin.”

“Well, I’m sure they do. You’re no less handsome today than you were twenty years ago.”

“Thank you,” he glances up at you, and you can see the tears glistening in his blue eyes. “Ya know the doctor told me that if I’d kept goin like I was, I woulda died in less ‘en a year. Less than one year, Y/N. You saved my life. I don’t know how to thank ya…I don’t know what else I can say...”

He rubs your skin with his fingers, gulping and clenching his jaw. But whatever he does, it’s not enough to stop the tears that start to slowly stream down his cheeks. You reach out to brush them away.

“You don’t need to say anything else. I’m just so happy that you decided to come here. You’ve repayed me by making that decision. That’s all I ever wanted was for you to be happy, Elvis. These people are gonna help you, and…maybe things can go back to the way they were before. One step at a time, but, I’m feeling very optimistic.”

“I just wanna be there for Lisa,” he replies. “I don’t wanna be layin dead on the ground. I wanna be there to see her grow up, ride a horse for the first time, learn how to drive, how to strum the guitar.”

“To protect her from boys” you chime in, and he laughs with a nod.

“I never stopped lovin ya neither, Y/N. I never will, baby. You’re the one for me, you always have been,” he reaches out to cup your cheek, and you lean into that touch that you hadn’t felt in so, so long. “Imma get better. For you and Lisa both.”

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~ three months later ~

You anxiously pull at the fabric of Lisa’s blue jean overalls as she sways back and forth next to you, clutching her Barbie doll by the hair. You glance down at her and smile before the glint of the sun’s reflection catches your attention. Your eyes follow the big black Cadillac as it drives slowly up the driveway and rolls to a stop where you and Lisa standing in front of Graceland.

You lean down and whisper to Lisa, “There’s daddy!”

The door opens and out steps the love of your life, the way you want to remember him. Maybe a bit older and ceratinly beefier, but he’s the man you’ve always known again. He looks amazing. So healthy and genuinely happy. He’s lost a ton of weight and looks more physically fit than he’s been for years. His sideburns are gone and hair is cut shorter, back like it used to be in the 50s and 60s. He looks not a shred tired, but tan and sun-kissed. And he’s wearing a flattering white sweater and jeans.

You feel the urge to move right to him, to touch him, kiss him, whatever you can. But you’re too worried to move. You don’t know the protocol for this sort of thing and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Instead, you just grip Lisa by the shoulders and smile encouragingly at Elvis. Once he makes eye contact with you, he shares your smile, his cheeks curling up into sweet dimples. He takes a step forwrard to kneel in front of Lisa.

“Hi my baby,” he says, holding his arms out for her to run into. She hugs him tightly with her doll, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head. He releases her and she runs toward Vernon, who has gotten out of the car as well. Elvis stands tall in front of you.

“Hi darlin,” he winks, and you smile, taking that as an invitation to throw your arms over his shoulders and pull him into you. His hand winds around the back of your head, holding you to him. He smells good, just like his old self.

“How do I look?” he asks with a toothy grin.

“Like my husband,” you say, pulling back and placing your hands on either side of his face. “I’m so proud of you, honey. You’ve done so well.”

His fingers travel to your wrists, stroking your skin with his thumb.

“I could never have done it without ya help. D’ya think maybe, we could try again? And I’ll do better this time. I swear it.”

He gestures between you, and you nod as he wipes a tear from under your eye with the side of his finger. You raise yourself up onto your tiptoes and kiss him like you had the very first time.

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[redrydersrequiem]

The raven and the vampire

Ch6

A jasper x oc story that is a marvel and twilight crossover.

Everything was set. All of Bella's family had been convinced to go elsewhere. While she lied about staying with Alice and I for a girls weekend. I in turn lied to Jasper that my “aunt and uncle” and I were meeting up in New York with my father, mother and siblings since I hadn’t seen them in forever. The guilt of what I'm about to do eats away inside me. The plan had been made by Bella, Edward and jacob. Bella would be carried up the mountain by jacob to disguise her scent while alice rue and Rosalie spread her scent around the woods to attract the newborn army to the preordained field for the battle. Jacob and another wolf would protect Bella while the others all fought the army. In fact I was leaving now for the imaginary airport I was going to. Jasper bella and the others seeing me and my family off. Jasper has barely left my side sense he came to get me this morning for breakfast. The others just smile solemnly at me, more focused about what is to come.

“Jasper please, please be safe. “

“I will darling, I promise you, I will always come back to you”.

He leans down connecting our foreheads as he breathes me in. The words that I'm staying to help are on the tip of my tongue but after speaking with grandmother frigga about how fickle the future can be I keep them clamped down in hopes to not change the fates.

“Jasper, I want you to hear me when I say this. Everything is going to be fine. And anything that happens now is meant to I just pray that at the end of it we all come out unscathed.”

He looks at me puzzled but accepts my words with a nod. I hear Luke say it's time to go, and turn my head briefly but Jasper's cold hand on my cheek turns me back. He looks through me with his topaz eyes and gently brings me to him for a kiss. His lips are so soft on mine. As I take him in his strong grip on my waist and tender touch on my check. All I can do is pray to all the gods above that after tomorrow he still kisses me this way, or at all.

I pulled away tears burning behind my eyes, his thumb gently wiping them as he ushered me to the car.

“I love you elara.” He says in a gently soft voice for my ears only.

“I love you to jasper. I love you so much. Please please be safe. All of you be safe,” I shout out to the others behind him. I enter the car behind Mila as Lucas goes to drive off to our imaginary destination.

“All will be well my princess, they will understand in time.” Mila tries to reassure me

“From your lips to Odin's ears”

A ways away from the cullens estate I finally step out of the car.

“Are you sure about this my lady?”

“Yes Lucas, I want to make sure that anyone amongst the new borns knows there’s another way, i have to see if I can stop some unnecessary bloodshed.”

I send out my power a purple butterfly leaving my palm and darting up into the sky to find victoria and deliver my message to her.

Victorias pov

“Riley, is everyone ready?”

“Yes Victoria, they are all ready to attack.”

“Good we need to start a move on if we are to make it there on time.”

Victoria is ready to finish out her revenge. Already smiling at the thought of Edward's troubled face as she kills Bella in front of him when a purple butterfly flies into the camp. Its glowing attracts everyone as they all clamor for it. It lands on one of the metal canister scattered around the dump their using for hiding

“Victoria what the hell is that”

“I don't know”. She walks towards it slowly, just as she gets in range to grab it it explodes leaving a piece of paper in its wake.

“Riley grab it, tell me what it says” The young male walks up quickly slipping the paper away,

“It says if any of you value your life then turn back now and forget about this battle. Wait could this be from the Cullens, How?”

“I don't know but it doesn’t matter even if they added a new member to their stupid family we'll kill them all just the same.” Victoria screeches, grabbing the note and ripping it to shreds.

Jaspers pov

Sending off my mate killed me but her getting hurt would completely destroy me. Edward at least was able to watch over his mate himself but i had t trust that the newborns wouldn’t find her. Alice consoles me as we all decided to go hunting wanting to be in peak conditon before the battle now all I can do is wait. The sun slowly starts to appear over the horizon as the newborns and Victoria finally arrive.

Mid morning, a quick chat with Edward lets us know that even though the night was long everything and everyone is in place. We march along the trees to the destined location however arriving at the destination a disntinct purple gleam is seen on the horizon, we approach the shield slowly the purple magic shimmering in front of us.

“What is going on? What is this?” Rue asks

“Could this be a power one of the newborns possesses or something. Emmet chimes in.

“I don't know EM but if it is this will change everything. we need to regroup with the wolves and try something else,” carlisle always the leader he is states

“Then let’s get back to edward and bella and see what we can do and do it quickly.” Im about to turn when elaras voice comes from behind me

“It’s alright everyone”

All Heads turn to see elara standing there behind them

“elara how the hell,what are you doing here? Come on, I have to get you somewhere safe.” Right as I go to embrace my mate and hopefully whisk her away my hand goes right through her.

“What the hell.”

The illusion sadly smiles. “It’s ok Jasper, everything is going to work out. The barrier you're seeing is of my own creation. I wanted to make sure you all were in the correct area before I brought you any closer.”

The copy vanishes as the magical barrier slowly withdraws further from the woods. The cullens and the pack slowly being brought into the clearing foretold for the battle to come. A figure of a lone girl sits in the middle of the clearing a silver dog sitting next to her.

I rushes the Barrier to then be bounced off like a rubber band, quickly recovering, “elara elara,!” I yell fists banging on the barrier

“It’s ok jasper im right here”

Again we all spin around as the illusion of elara appears once more

“What is happening, how are you doing this?”

“Jasper, I'm so sorry. There’s so much I need to tell you, to tell all of you but after seeing that possible future that Alice saw I could no longer sit back. Even with the packs help none of you deserve to have this happen, Not when I can end this here and now.”

“elara what are you talking about.”

“Jasper, my love, my stars…….I'm not human, I never have been. I'm something else entirely……. To put simply, I come from a very powerful family and I have more experience in battle then I probably need and I was raised to protect the people I love and that is exactly what I'm doing.”

An orange spark is seen from the left and a very confused Edward, Jacob, Seth and Bella appearing seemingly out of thin air.

“What the hell.” Edward asks confusingly.

“Sorry I didn’t want to leave all of you up there in the cold. Victoria and her army will be here soon.”

“elara I don't know what’s going on dear but please let us help.” Esme chimes from beside her husband. All the current party now staring at the illusion.

“I'm sorry esme, I can’t do that right now.“

“Elara!”

With a sad smile i watch as the double disappears into purple shimmers, The sound of footsteps replacing it as Luke and Mila step out of the woods wearing armor of some kind

“Lucas?”

“Hello Carlisle, hello everyone.”

“What’s going on? What is elara doing? You have to help me get to her.” I plead desperately.

“I'm sorry but I am not the one to explain, that is something milady must do. For now I must do my duty and protect her highness. Please excuse me. Luke bows and steps through the barrier, Mila just smiling next to him Just as the others and I are about to run after them we hear the sound of many footsteps now approaching the other side of the clearing.

Elaras pov

Aurelius' head sits in my lap still in his husky form, his fur soothing as I hear the new vampires march into the clearing, the bright red hair sticking out at the front of the group. A low growl sounds from my lap Aurelius sensing the evil coming on the air. I can still sense everyone at the barrier. I know I should let them in but I can’t shake that horrible sight of Jasper getting hurt from my mind. I have to try my way first before anything happens to him. Standing Aurelius takes guard next to me,

“Glad to see you all could make it.”

“Who the hell are you” the sound spews from victoria's mouth

“My name is elara”

“She’s the one that has been around Bella lately, I've also seen her with the blonde Cullen.” Riley states from next to victoria

“Ahhh a new Cullen pet, i must say im impressed especially at whatever this is around us. But this has nothing to do with you.”

“I'm afraid it does, you’ve become a threat to people I love. So I will give you a chance. You and anyone in your group hear me now. There are other options. You don't need to be like her, there is a better way of life for you.”

“Ok stop.! Victoria all but yells. “What makes you think you can come in here and change anything? All I see is one tiny human. And over 35 of us. What will you do?”

“Human? When did I say I was human.”

For the first time in front of everyone I let the midgardian glamor fade. My true self being revealed in my armor, the light reflecting off the gold accents as my jacket flows in the light wind,ready to leave these cretins in the dust.

The breeze howls through the trees and I can tell the simple show of magic has confused everyone around.

“What’s wrong Victoria, did that simple display shock you? Wait for this one.” I turn to Aurelius and pet him and with a flip of my wrist I break the magic on Aurelius, Gone is the small husky and in his place stands the 10 ft tall wolf. Growling in agitation.

“This is my last warning to all of you. None of you need to fight this battle, it was not your choice to become hat she has made you, but it is your choice how you choose to go about your new existents”

I see many of the new vampires stare and turn to each other Victoria and Riley telling them to shut up and stay silent. They all seem to comply except for a young girl in the back. Her long brown hair flows in the breeze as er big red doe eyes fill with terror. I can tell she’s different than the others as she quickly runs over to me before either Riley or Victoria can catch her.

“Please please dont hurt me i didnt do anything”

“Hush now im not going to hurt you. I can tell your different from them, do you want a different path” I ask the trimblin girl she simply nods. Putting my hand on her shoulder i turn her towards esme instructing Aurelius to look after her and make sure she mad it to the Cullen matriarch’s side.

“Aurelius here will protect you, I promise once this is all over you’ll be well taken care of.” The young girl turns back frightened to look at Victoria one last time

“She can’t do anything to you anymore. I swear on my name if you choose the Cullens you will have a good life.”

“I, I, want to b happy”

“Good” i push her towards Aurelius the beast quickly crouching down as i urge her onto his back, before they take off back towards the Cullens home.

TRAITOR!!!!! Riley yells after her

“Now tell me, how is that young girl a traitor when she has done nothing other than being one of your many victims” Murmers go through their numbers

“Whether she stays with us or you it doesn’t matter all of you will be dead by the end of the day especially you.” I simply smile at her shaking my head at her poor attempts of self control, summoning my golde staff i draw Aline in the dirt infront of me.

“If. You choose not to take my offer as the girl has I will cut you down were you stand a burn the pieces.’ Adding to my threat i materialize and wooden pier quickly setting it on fire.”

“You’re going to cut us. Into pieces with what the stick in your hand. Please all of these little illusions of yours are impressive I’ll give you that but you wont stop us. You two kill her.” Victoria shouts ordering two newborns that were at the front of the group forward.” They were both tall burly males slightly bigger than Emmet. I guess she thought to intimidate me,which is laughable.The two advance quickly, i hear yelling off to my side where jasper is banging on the barrier. Fear evident in his eyes. I just smile at him as the new borns finally come not range. With a quick turn of my hand the blade of my scythe comes into existents. My blade comes up to bock their punches the strength sending me back slightly, but i recover quickly.

Spinning the staff around to bring it across the one on my left torso i go to lock another punch from the other before bring my scythe across his neck. The air is still as the two newborns fall to pieces, their bodies slumping hardly to the ground before I throw the pieces. Into the raging fire.

I see victoria is shaken as many of the others are but she refuses to back down. I see her whisper to Riley as a look of determination comes across his face the battle call of kill her being yelled out.

I take out a few at a time dodging and weaving through the bodies, i know im out numbered and that i should drop the field but I can’t.

“Princess drop the field, you may be strong but it is only right to let the others join you in this battle.” Lucas states over our telepathic link

“I can’t yet i need t thin them out a little more.

“Elara let me in.” I hear jasper pounding away on the barrier

My distraction costs me as on of the newborns lands a hit to my side winding me, crashing sideways into the dirt

“PRINCESS! Lucas yells once more

“Fine” I jump out of the pack quickly. Advancing on me to the the other side of the field and withdraw my magic.i watch then as the cullens and the pac rush in to the fray. Taking down newborns as they went. I see emmetswinging bodies around, Paul and him working together to dispatch bodies as quickly as possible, Alice and ruework in tandem as where rose and esme each taking on a hand full of newborns. I try to quickly set all the bodies ablaze as they go.

As the newborn army puts up a fight I see Riley and victoria running around not really helping their army simply trying to find openings to do damage to the cullens or the pack.

“VICTORIA”

Her head whips towards me a snarl filling her face and she rushes towards me.

“YOU. You ruined EVERYTHING.”

“You did this to yourself Victoria,”

“I will get my revenge even if it’s not today i swear to you the cullens will get whats coming to them.”

All i see is her red hair filling me vision as the thoughts of how she could have cost me everyone I had come to love, and the want to simply cut her down and be done with this mess is not enough anymore. Dropping my scythe i reach for my powers the purple glow of the enveloping my hands and rushing towards victorias form like a bolt of lightning. The had sharp edges of ice leaving a path in their wake before crashing into her freezing her in her stride

The chaos around me is now silent, the battle finally ending. I look up and everyone is staring at me, different looks and emotions crossing each of their faces. But all i feel is indifference enveloping me. Piking up my scythe i slowly stride towards Victoria’s frozen form. Raising my arms and with one final swing i shatter Victoria into a million pieces .

“Elara?” i her jasper gently callout as im about to walk towards him till i hear Alice gasp out. All heads turning towards her

The volutori is all she says. All the Cullens immediately stiffening back up

Who?”

Theres no time carlisle explains “we need to get this fixed quickly Sam the pack needs to go now the volturi will not respect our treaty. Elara i dont know if you can but can you make the are look as though we where the. Only ones fighting, the volturi dont need to know about the pack or you.”

Everyone stares at me waiting for my answer, i simply look at Carlisle wanting to know what has him so frazzled. But all i see in his eyes is darkness and death, so i simply nod summoning my aesre it sweeps over the scene cleaning up the mess or the battle.

“Elara?” esme ask her face motherly as everything that needs to be said sits silently in the air.

I simply nod and set to work erasing all signs of me and Aurelius. The former coming up to me shrinking back into his husky form.

“I agree but not without her” i point over to the newborn girl from earlier

“If these people are as dangerous as you say i doubt they’d spare anyone they do not currently recognize”

“You would be correct” carlisle states next to his wife

“Come.” I stick my hand out for the young one. She timidly takes it

“I will take her back to your home and make sure she’s ok.”

“Rue go with her just in case you’ll be able to look after the girl well” esme adds quickly

“Ok” rue runs over and just kinda stands next to me intimidation rolling off her in waves. I put my hand on each off their shoulders preparing to teleport.

elara wait is all jasper can get out before i strike him with my stare. And vanish.



[bunnyseahorse-blog]

'no touchy the tiger!' ? sounds intriguing... i simply must know! 🤔🔍

yes I am happy to! this is a snippet/all I have so far lol

"Yuri doesn't like being touched as a general rule.

There was no real reason, other than that he didn't like how it felt.

Fans would grab at him at the airport with frantic and fluttering hands.

Reporters, coaches would gesture loosely at him; too hesitant slash nervous slash respectful to make real contact. It still felt weird and uncomfortable.

He would sometimes get the odd hug from an overexcited Mila or an exhausted Katsudon (thankfully just that one time) but other than when he hugged his Grandfather upon returning home in the off season, everyone knew not to touch the Ice Tiger of Russia.

Except, It’s been one of those crappy weeks, and while it made no sense, Yuri wants an ‘Otabek hug’. They only hugged upon meeting after awhile, or before one of them got on a plane, and it would be months until reunion. It was strange, to want this now, wasn’t it? But lately it’s all Yuri can think about.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Thank you for putting together a new timeline. I love seeing this again. So much has happened, and to see it written down is so helpful.🙏🏻

I'm in a give no fucks mood today.

Portugal Trio Trip Timeline:

[Nov. 2020 – Chris follows Alba]

[late June/early July 2021 – Alba follows Chris]

[Some time in Sept. 2021 – Justin begins following Chris]

Sept 24, 2021 – Chris follows Tara

Oct 9-10, 2021 – Chris follows Chelsea, Jess, Paul & Justin (had been at party with friends that night)

[late October – November – comments on Youtube videos and small Portuguese gossip articles start popping up claiming Chris and Alba dating]

Nov 19, 2021 – Scott and Alba mutual follows (interesting timing right after Scott & Chris get back to MA from LA)

Before Thanksgiving – Mila starts tagging Tara in posts

Last week of November – Chelsea and Jess start following Alba

Dec 1, 2021 – Steve and Alba mutual follows

(DM blind comes out about Chris being upset about the Selena Gomez relationship speculation – using the strange “ab” to stand in for the word about)

(On LSA, RiRi posts her original “lets start mess” post)

Dec 2, 2021 – Justin begins deleting IG posts in seeming response to RiRi post

By Dec 3, 2021 – Mila begins aggressive story tagging on IG

Dec 6, 2021 – Chris unlikes one Alba post (the plant selfie/Professional post she later deletes)

Before Dec 9, 2021 – Jess unfollows Alba

About Dec 10, 2021 – Chris follows Jen B-C, Sabrina and Dennis (he had been in MA for weekend)

Dec 27, 2021 – Justin posts IG story with pin in Mid-Atlantic, photos of him and Alba on airplane

Alba posts IG story on plane flight

Chris spotted and photographed at Whole Foods buying four bags of food & a plant

Dec 28, 2021 – Steve makes IG story post of flying LAX to Boston

Dec 29, 2021 – First MA/VT pic posts from Justin: hiking; arriving at VT photos – the Trio in the chairlift clearing hugging; video of snowball fight

Dec 30, 2021 – Steve posts pic of he and Scott skiing [pic matches to other IG images of VT]

Justin IG post of a house

Dec 31, 2021 – Alba likes Steve’s skiing pic post

Justin posts selfies from outside (hot tub), eating snow, and the trio at ski lift pic

Chris IG story of Betty White’s death @ 6:30 pm EST

[NYE “party” in VT, per photos posted next day]

Jan 1, 2022 – Joana posts NYE polaroids

Justin reposts them, also pic of him & Joana in front of fireplace on NYE, photo of him & Joana on couch (blue plaid shirt), window selfie outside house

Tara posts her NYE polaroid posts after Joana

Very late at night – Justin posts/deletes “watching Twilight” from what looks like Concord house living room

Jan 2, 2022 – Justin posts white couch selfie from Concord living room very early AM (at about 1 am EST)

Jan 3, 2022 – Justin IG story selfie in back of car with LA cap on, posts sunset pic IG story at about 5 pm EST (looks like east coast landscape)

Jan 5, 2022 – At midnight (12 am) PST, Justin posts “backyard” IG story

At 11:45 pm PST, Justin posts pic of he & Joana at sunset in backyard

Jan 6, 2022 – Justin IG stories of hiking with sister & Joana in Runyon canyon, overlooking Hollywood sign; also posts IG stories at sister’s house in LA

-Late in day, Justin posts/quickly deletes photo of Trio taken at sunset in backyard (matches up with previous backyard on the 4th pics)

(On LSA – the sugarbabysecrets followings comes out)

(On DM – the Marthas Vineyard NYE submission posted)

Jan 7, 2022 – Justin IG story pic labeled “somewhere on Earth” in the same manner as his transatlantic flight post [means at airport this day to leave for Vegas?]; also reposts more images from day hiking with his sister & her dog

Jan 8, 2022 – Justin IG story posts: Kanye Donda vest pic (at Forum Shops?); Selfie with Alba and mimosas (Drag Brunch) – quickly deletes; Justin IG story post pic with Joana (and bit of Alba on other side of her) in front of purple curtain [which is in hibachi area of Nobu, Caesars Palace]

Jan 9, 2022 – Justin IG story post of downtown LA at sunset (from plane?); strange “Cities in the Dust” IG story

Jan 10, 2022 – Justin does two short IG Lives with Joana & a sliver of Alba’s arm from what (first) appears to be a restaurant & then a short time later a place that is definitely an airport with no one speaking English

-around same time, Chris posts IG/video tweet for ASP accounts

- around same time, Scott hops back on Cameo & makes appts for Cameo calls on 1/12/22

Jan 14, 2022 – Alba’s IG location changes from Portugal to United States

Justin posts IG story him & Joana together blowing kisses – turns out photo was taken Jan 10th while they were traveling back to PT

Jan 15, 2022 – Justin’s large “jumping out of planes” repost IG post: Trio looking out to downtown LA; Downtown LA at sunset (from a plane?); Hollywood sign with Alba; NYE polaroids; House in VT; Mimosas at drag brunch; His sister in Caesars Palace private room; He & Joana backyard sunset pic

Justin & Joana unfollow the sugarbaby IG account; Alba unfollows mansions account

Jan 22, 2022 – Alba finally posts back on IG, plus posts from Justin showing her in Portugal

Justin IG story of “Twilight part 2”

(On LSA – “riogreene” comes back to say Alba got back in PT today/yesterday/day before as a way of saying she wasn’t in an IG post from one of Justin’s friends on Jan 18th)

[Jan 25-26, 2022 – Chris turns up in the Four Seasons in Lisbon]

Feb 5, 2022 – Big Justin IG post “watching Big Brother”/”Plenitude” (not story) – Alba’s personal video from drag brunch; he & Joana on private jet; video from Chris LA house backyard; aerial photos of Hollywood Hills from a plane; Donda vest pic; Cities in the dust pic; Interspersed with Big Brother Portugal images of older man “sucking the soul out” of a younger woman – deletes whole thing within a half hour

(Alba’s IG location at this time was Portugal)

Feb 8, 2022 – Justin IG post of Kacey Musgraves “Star Crossed” video, quickly deleted