Hi, my darling!
I just wanted to let you know that I changed my username from lovecatystuff to @carnationworld!
Tomorrow, I'll changed everything on my side blog.
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I know too well how, it feels when you fall
Companion piece to How Long Have You Been Hiding This
Greg finds you in the bedroom, sitting on the bed reading a children’s book to your baby bump. You’re seven months pregnant at this point and glowing. Every day his daughter grows stronger and everyday he thanks God for bringing the two of you into his life.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” You say softly, flicking over the next page of the book and Greg sighs as he leans in the doorway.
“We should.” He says quietly as he steps into the room. “Your ex gets released on parole next week.”
You’d gotten the letter this morning, you hadn’t even tried to hide it this time. You’d just left it on the table before you went to work for him to read because even now you still can’t process the possibility if that monster being in your orbit. Your hand smooths over the baby bump sadly.
“I lost one before.” You find yourself telling him. “I was four months pregnant when he shoved me down a flight of stairs. That was his own child, his baby, he’ll have no problem trying to hurt this one.”
“Charlie.” Greg murmurs as he sits down on the bed alongside of you. “I won’t let that happen and neither will you…”
“I can’t be here Greg.” You tell him, your eyes stinging. “I can’t be in this city if he’s here too.”
“Baby,” He whispers, clasping your face between his hands. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do you.” You tell him, gesturing at the packed suitcase propped up alongside the dresser. “The only reason I stayed was to say goodbye.”
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Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz (ft platonic!Jay Halstead): Not The Pizza Guy
You swung the door open money in hand and paused at the man in front of you. “You're not the pizza guy.” He was leaning on the doorframe, his jacket damp from the night rain. His face, which had been furrowed in worry, was now caught between shock and disbelief. Your eyes fall to the badge clipped on his hip. You had thought that knock was a little loud and on the cop side. A smile comes to your lips, “You must be Jay,”
“Yeah, I must be.” He agreed. You nodded at him and gestured into the apartment.
“Did you want to come in? Greg is just in the shower.” It is strange for Jay to hear Mouse’s legal name. It’s even stranger to see you standing in front of him, all smiles, dressed in one of Mouse’s Star Wars sweatshirts and little else. You don’t wait for him to answer as you head back in. Jay hesitated before following you in and closing the door behind him. The living room was empty. Jay barely sees your ponytail rounding the corner as you call out Mouse’s name.
Jay feels out of sorts. He had come over because he had been worried about his friend. It seemed like Mouse was falling back into old bad habits. He was blowing off team outings, constantly distracted by his phone, and had seemingly been in his own world. Jay's first and only thought had been that his friend was struggling with PTSD. He had feared that Mouse may have been slipping back into his former drug use. He had come intent on doing an intervention if need be. He had been planning what he would say, the options he had found, and even prepared to move Mouse in with him if he needed the extra support.
Now he wasn’t sure how to respond.
Mouse rounds the corner in sweats, toweling off his hair. He had clearly been alerted to Jay’s arrival. He had the grace to look guilty. “Hey buddy,” You walked back in now sporting a pair of black leggings under Mouse’s hoodie. There is a moment of quiet before another knock sounds at the door again.
“Now that’s got to be the pizza.” You turn on your heel walking between the boys to head for the door.
“Baby, for the sake of my peace of mind, please check who it is before you open the door this time. This is Chicago, not your small town.” You look back at your boyfriend smiling contritely.
“Yeah, right, sorry.” They watched you head to the door. There is a brief pause and then, “You're not a murderer, right? You’re just the pizza guy?” Mouse rubs his hands over his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Her lack of self-preservation is going to take years off my life.”
Before Jay can ask Mouse anything, you come back into the room with the pizza and a stack of paper plates. You give one to Mouse and then offer another to Jay. Soon you are all sitting in the living room eating pizza and the ball game is on the TV. Jay can’t focus on it and instead spends his time analyzing you and his old war buddy. Jay watches as Mouse throws his arm across the back of the couch and you lean into his side. You place a napkin on his leg, and he smiles down at you. There is a lightness in his friend, a warmth, a happiness that Jay hasn’t seen in a long time. He feels ridiculous for being so off base with how his friend was doing.
And so fucking grateful he was wrong.
Jay lingered after everyone had finished the food. You offer to make a pot of coffee and the boys accept. Mouse watches as you disappear into the kitchen. “She seems like a nice girl.” Mouse’s lips form an unconscious smile.
“She is.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me man? I was worried about you.” Mouse rubs the back of his neck scratching gently. He lifts his eyes from where they had been trained on the floor.
“I know, I’m sorry. It was selfish but I just wanted to keep her to myself for a while. She’s so innocent. Untouched by the dark side of humanity.” Jay can see the struggle in Mouse’s eyes. The self-doubt and question of if he was worthy of something good.
Someone good.
Jay had seen it many times looking back at him in the mirror. “Her parents are still together, from a small town- never even locked her front door before she moved to Chicago- can you believe that? And she just-” Mouse threw his hands up as if he was trying to get a grasp on his own good fortune, “She walked into a cafe and right into my life. Just like that. Just like that man. I can’t even believe it. She's not anything like what I would have picked for myself.” Mouse chuckles, “She is so technologically challenged, it’s insane. I thought you guys at the precinct were bad, but it is nothing compared to her. And I can’t help but find it strangely adorable.”
Jay put a hand on Mouse’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I’m happy for you buddy, really, I am. You deserve it. But you can’t hide her away forever. And everybody is going to want to meet her.”
“I know.”
You come in holding a cup of coffee in each hand and creamer, and sugar tucked under your arm. You offer the cups to both men. “I didn’t know how you took your coffee.” You say in explanation and Jay looks amused as he takes the sugar from your arm and pours some into his cup.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Mouse takes a drink of his already doctored-up coffee. He meets eyes with Jay before taking a deep breath. “Hey, the intelligence team is getting together at Molly’s tomorrow night...Do you want to go? Meet everyone.” You smile brightly pressing a kiss to Mouse's cheek.
“I’d love to meet your family.”
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Some asshole broke me in Wrecked all my innocence
Mouse knows that something happened to you when you were a teenager, he knows because you don’t talk about that period of time. Whenever you discuss your past it always starts in your early twenties, just after college. Anything before that, it doesn’t exist.
The whole story, it comes spilling out one night in the aftermath of a panic attack. They’ve been getting worse lately, along with the insomnia and the flashbacks.
“My first time…” You tell him. “It wasn’t with just one person, there was a party…”
You don’t have to say anything else. He gets it.
You don’t tell him the identities of the men that hurt. By the time he discovers them it’s too late to do anything about it. He goes searching through the system, finds a police report was filed but nothing ever came of it. You were from a small town…
It sickens him that you never got justice, that these men get to live their lives while you’ve forfeited yours.
He starts to fuck their shit up. He steals their identities, drains their accounts, learns their secrets…
All those sordid pictures they’ve swapped, the emails they’ve been sending, he puts them on blast. He holds them accountable, to their families, their friends, their workplaces because these men, they didn’t stop with you. It’s carried on for years after.
He wreaks havoc on their lives, he destroys them.
And when they’re nothing, when their living in shitty little bedsits because they have no jobs, their wives divorced them and their families won’t speak to them he posts a funeral card through their doors so they know why this happened, so that they know that they killed you so now he’s killing them.
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Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz: Crazy
You stormed down to the tech lab anger and panic filling the space in your chest. You see your boyfriend sitting in front of a computer typing on a computer with headphones on. He is clearly absorbed in his work and doesn’t notice you until you make it into his peripheral vision. He glances up and into a window seeing your reflection behind him. He swivels in his chair, a smile on his face at the sight of you. It quickly drops off his face when he notices your expression. “Baby...?”
“When were you going to tell me?” You demand, stopping a foot in front of him. He sits up straighter in his chair and you can tell he is evaluating you. Your jaw is tight with tension, arms crossing over your chest in a distinctively closed-off position. Putting distance between you and him and defending yourself from the emotional blow you felt was coming.
When Mouse found no clues but anger on your face, he started searching his memory for things that could have brought on this confrontation. He came up empty-handed. You two had always had a very open way of communication, something Mouse wasn’t used to, that often killed problems before they had time to develop. “You know, I’m a lot better at this whole thing when I actually know what we are fighting about.”
You scoffed at him, shaking your head in disbelief. Your frustration and anger with him were building and you could feel it getting ready to explode through your chest. Mouse could see the emotions bubbling up inside you. He tried to defuse the situation. He stayed calm keeping his voice even as he slid his chair closer to you instead of standing to keep himself smaller. “Hey baby, c’mon now. Talk to me.”
His hands reached for your hips to try to soothe you. You push the folded paper against his chest a little harder than necessary. You pull your hand back and watch the paper drop into his lap. “I’m talking about this! I can’t believe you didn’t have the decency to give me a heads up, or I don’t know have a conversation before making life-altering decisions for us.” Mouse’s confused blue gaze stayed on you, as he grappled for the paper and unfolded it. He looked down to see what the fuss was about. He stilled when he saw the paper. “Well, say something!” You demand when he stays silent.
He looks back up at you, blue eyes soft. “Sweetheart, I think you have the wrong idea.” He says gently but it only has the effect of amping you up even more. It sounds like a brush-off- him condescending you.
“I’m not stupid. It’s a release to go back to your unit. The Ranger’s 75th unit.” Your voice is getting louder, and you are pointing at him angrily. He stays strangely calm as he offers the half-filled paper back out to you.
“Yeah, you're right. But sweetie look at the date.” His long finger taps the top corner of the page where the date is printed in black ink. You had seen it before it was dated out a month ago. But when your eyes scan back over the page you notice the year. The paper wasn’t from a month ago but a year and a month ago. Your mouth parts into a silent O as your arms drop down. You reach for the paper and Mouse hands it over without any resistance. You bring the paper back up to reread again to make sure that your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you.
This time when Mouse reaches for your hips you don’t take a step back. “I-wait what?” You mumble as you rake a hand through your hair. He smoothed his hands down your sides and to your thighs. He pulled you closer to him easing you down onto his lap. He traces his hand down your thigh.
“I was offered to go back to my unit last year. They needed a proficient comms tech. I was struggling with being out of the field here. I felt like...” He paused still struggling with emotions though it had become easier. “Like it would be best for me to go back. Back where I knew that I was the good guy.”
You searched his blue eyes, “What happened?”
“I had a felony.” You tried not to let the shock show on your face. You knew that he had done some sketchy things when he got back from the service, but you didn’t know that he had caught a felony. “It was nothing crazy. I was caught with a truck of stolen Blu-Ray players.” He coughs as he adds, “And hacking into the Department of Defense.”
“You what- why would you hack- you know what, it doesn’t even matter.” Mouse gave you a grateful nod- though he would have told you. “So, you couldn’t go.” He tilted his head back and forth indecisively.
“Not necessarily, I just needed to get it expunged from my record.”
“But you couldn’t?” You rub his arm comfortingly. You were trying to squash your gratefulness that it hadn’t worked out for him. If it had the two of you would have ever been here now. In the relationship with a man, you loved.
He smiled fondly at you, “I did actually.”
“Then why-?” He squeezed your thigh firmly.
“Well, I was on my way to convince Jay to help me get it expunged. When I bumped into this beautiful girl at the coffee shop.” The breath caught in your chest. You search his face, a warm loving smile on his lips. He cupped your cheek, tracing your cheekbone with a calloused thumb.
“You gave it up for a girl you just met? That crazy.”
“No, I still went through the motions to go back. Keep in contact with my supervisor, went through the process to get my felony expunged.” He paused seeing the tears mist your eyes. Wiping away the tear when it rolled down your cheek. “But I spent time with you too. By the time I got the paper signed for my record to be cleared, I didn’t want to leave you. I knew if I did that would be the end of it for us. And I knew something was there. You were a light in my life. Leaving that without giving it a real shot- that would have been crazy.”
I hate that Mouse left. Now I changed it so that he gets to stay. <3 I’m starting a tag list if you would like to be added, just leave a comment saying so.
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I think adults need summer vacation. Like let's just close down all our jobs for three months and play outside. Please. I'm so tired.
Love to see this post getting notes again. None of us are ok.
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Little Big Blurb | 3
— Mother’s Day Special
Max and Isabella spoil you with love and breakfast
wc: 1.1k
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Little Big Blurb
— Braid Bonding
Max wants to learn how to braid his Bella’s hair
wc: 1.5k
Based on this request
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Little Big Blurbs
— Mr. Bear & Bearman
Saudi Arabian gp 2024, Bella meets Ollie.
wc: 1.8k
Based on these requests though I kinda changed parts of the plot, aka I forgot about the sky sports broadcast part until after I finished writing 🫣
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What I Want
Cregan Stark x Tyrell!Reader
You and Cregan have been dancing around this tension foe a while, and in true Stark fashion, he's getting fed up with it, so he has one question,
What do you want?
Fire and Blood can be thanked for the chokehold this man has on me, as well as the ever lovely @feyhunter78, hope I do him justice!!!
(Short little drabble, a little smutty dialogue,18+ under the cut)
"And you, Lady Tyrell? What is it you desire?"
The answer came easily enough, however, wasn't fit to be shared around the campfire.
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Anonymous asked:
🍉 WATERMELON — hiya!! congrats on 1k! i was wondering if i could please request a watermelon with the prompt 'kisses on the tip of the nose' & lando norris?? ❤️
THE RACE AND THE GIRL
( Lando's first win is your first kiss win. )
warning : none, all fluffy
note : my boyy finally got his first win ahhhw !!! and thank youu bby love you ᥫ᭡
word count : 938
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Anonymous asked:
Could you do a Lando blurb Where he takes Tilly and Fraser for the first time to McLaren HQ after the Chinese GP for the debrief and to give reader a break due to her pregnancy, and they are enchanted by the old models of McLaren's F1 cars
"Why did mummy stay at home? Didn't she want to tag along with us?", Matilda mused as Lando looked for a parking spot outside the Center.
"She would've liked to come, I'm sure, but mummy needs to rest as much as she can now that Charlotte is getting bigger", Lando smiled at the thought.
"It's true - did you see that she fell asleep yesterday when we were colouring in? And then sometimes she says that Lottie kicks her tummy a lot - it tickles my hands when I touch it", Fraser beamed.
"That's why we have to be gentle with mummy - we always need to be gentle and kind with her, but now, we need to be extra gentle and kind, okay?", Lando offered.
Getting out of the car, the kids held Lando's hands and walked into the building, waving at anyone who greeted them.
"Is it bring your kids to workd day?", Sophie asked as she watched them walk on the corridor.
"It's we are letting mummy rest day!", Fraser beamed, "she's getting tired now that she's growing our sister in her tummy", he explained.
"This is very nice of you then - are you going to see the cars? The team brought them back out yesterday from the workshop", she suggested.
Lando nodded and thanked her, heading with your children to the exhibition room.
"Can we touch them, daddy?", Matilda asked.
"You can, but you have to be careful, okay? The team worked really hard and we can't undo their work", Lando added before letting the kids know which ones he had the privilege to drive, the ones he raced in and the ones that held important memories for the sport.
"This is the one in the picture that mummy has on her bedside table", Matilda stated as she touched the car that Lando won his first race with.
The memory was special and you couldn't remove the old photo from your bedside table. You and Lando looked younger, but happier all the same at his achievement.
"Yes, that's the one", Lando assured, "it was a very special day", he smiled.
"This one is so pretty, can you pick me up so I can look inside, please?", Fraser asked Lando.
"Me too, please daddy! After Fraser!", Matilda stood next to Lando.
(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)
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Rachel Weisz as Evelyn Carnahan
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#Violet Bridgerton + presenting her daughters through the seasons
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It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book. HAPPY 25TH ANNIVERSARY TO THE MUMMY (1999)!
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THE MUMMY 1999 — dir. Stephen Sommers
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Love Unwrapped | L. Norris
Summary: after mutually breaking up, you and Lando drifted apart. However, on your birthday, Lando shows up unexpectedly with a gift, reigniting old feelings.
— part of the Birthday Bash fics
warnings: angst if you squint, fluff.
pairing: lando x fem!ex!reader
wc: 1.6k
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