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joshslater · 4 years

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Weeding Out

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- Hey, I said I was sorry. You know I'm just pretending. - It still hurts. - No one hit you today. - That's not what I meant. - Don't be like that. You know why I have to do it. - Yea... No... Why do you have to do it? You're just scared they'll treat you like shit. - I'd... Fuck, I need to go to practice. We can talk later. Your place? - Yeah, I guess.

As soon as Ethan was out of earshot, Theo hit his school locker hard and thought "Fuck" really loudly. He too was late for practice, but not the kind where young males like Ethan run and compete and cooperate and sweat together on the field outside the school buildings. His practice was in the music room with the woodwind section of the school orchestra playing bassoon, or fagott as Ethan's teammates heckled him with.

It had all been so promising at the start. One evening when he was playing with Fred and they were talking shit on discord he had mentioned that he was at least bisexual. And if Fred knew, he had to be the one to tell Emma, so he did that first chance he could get, but that was it. He didn't want any coming out announcement or anything. No one ever came out straight, so why would he need any ceremony to declare his orientation. Besides, he wasn't sure what he was. Somehow this started the low-intensity rumor mill going, saying that he was gay. Perhaps it wasn't any of them starting the rumor somehow, but just a case of synchronicity. Doesn't really matter as nothing much came of it, except for some of the dudes in the football team started to bother him. Things like stopping him and asking him to punch one of them in their abs, and then of course returning the favor by punching Theo back. Nothing that ever truly physically hurt him, nothing that made him want to expose himself by talking to any of the teachers, but things that would cause trouble and delays nonetheless.

After about a month one of the jocks, Ethan, who he shared Chemistry and Physics with asked him if it was true about him being gay. Theo started with a defensive "I don't know", and as they talked all the way from school to halfway home, where their ways parted, it was clear they were at least both attracted to each other. To Theo this was a double win. Not only was Ethan hot, and had always been an OK guy as far as he knew, but the thought of a Nerd and a Jock couple was hot to him. Not that he really saw himself as a nerd. He considered himself pretty normal. But then he guessed Ethan probably saw himself as pretty normal, and probably saw Theo as a nerd.

They started meeting up at each other's houses, getting to know each other. They had spent hours in his room listening to classical music, and hours in Ethan's house watching ESPN. While Ethan was upfront about enjoying hiking, it took a month until he confessed to enjoying bird watching, and that was the real reason for the hikes. To Theo it just made him even cuter. They had been making out on more than one occasion but never taken the step to actually have sex. Theo felt that Ethan really wanted to go there. He on the other hand didn't want to do that until Ethan fessed up to liking him publicly. Outside of their respective rooms he wouldn't even touch Theo.

But then there was the bullying. It didn't stop just because he kissed their running back regularly. He even joined in sometimes, throwing his bag up a tree on one occasion. Though he did tell the guys to be gentle at one time. "Who would make my homework otherwise?"

Damn him! Theo wished he still had a locker to hit, but he was almost at the music room. He had bought the special weed the day after Ethan had said that, and then promptly decided to never think about it again. It would be wrong to use it. But they couldn't go on like this.

Music practice went lousy. He played the right notes, in the right order, at the right time, but his phrasing was way off. Playing more forcefully than written, often veering into staccato, his mind on the small box in his socks drawer. It was on his mind all the way home, and it was on his mind when Ethan pressed the doorbell.

They had been seeing each other long enough that Ethan could tell something was up. Theo looked tense, nervous even. Was this about the shit he was on about earlier? No, he was upset then, so he would be still upset now if he hadn't dropped that. This was something else going on. The reason became clear once he'd dropped his gear, and they reached Theo's room. He could see the spliff and the lighter on the desk. He himself had tried weed once before, at summer camp. Jace had brought some with him that he'd gotten from his elder brother. They were quite a few that shared it, so no one got very much, but he'd felt something. He was sure of it.

- Hey, I didn't expect this from you. Where did you get it? - You've tried it before, right? - Yeah, at camp.

Theo looked uncertain. Ethan suddenly knew he's role. Theo needed someone to guide him to his first blunt. He took charge and told Theo to lie down. The bed being too small for both of them, unless they did what Theo had been wanting them to do, they moved the pillows to the floor. Once Theo was lying down Ethan lit the blunt as he'd seen Jace do, and drew the first taste. He dared drawing the smoke deeper into his lungs than he had dared at camp. He lied down next to Theo, handed over the joint, and instructed him what to do. Time turned irrelevant, and walking back home he couldn't quite remember anything that happened after that. Had Theo's parents come home from work before he left? He couldn't recall.

It was still in the middle of the night when Ethan woke up, freezing, clammy, and as nauseated as he'd ever been. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, just in time to empty his stomach into the toilet bowl. He had sweat beads on his forehead, all his muscles ached, and he could feel that weird feeling in the jaw, where the muscles relax to prepare for another vomit. He had barely thought the thought when another convulsion expelled more stomach contents. He rinsed his mouth, drank a few mugs of tap water, and made it all the way back to the bed when he felt he needed to go back to the bathroom for more.

That's where his mother found him sleeping a few hours later, head in the bowl. Once led back to his bed, a sick day was a quick decision, though he insisted she could still go to work. He knew how to heat soup, not that he was hungry. He was asleep again before she was out of the room.

He checked his phone clock as he woke up. It was only barely lunch, but the fever had passed and he felt much better. In fact, he felt completely restored, better than ever, except for a craving he didn't recognize. He jumped out of bed, lost his balance, but managed to catch the corner of the desk with his hands before he crashed into it. He put on some loose-fitting clothes. He thought he knew what the craving was, and headed out.

Theo made another attempt to step out of bed. If this was how bad it got for him, he could only imagine what Ethan had been going through. It was hard to stay focused, but he could tell it was working. He could feel himself being different somehow. As he held up his arm he could see changes when looking for them, but it took effort. Was it because the changes were so subtle or was it that his mind had changed so much that his new self didn't acknowledge the changes? He just hoped Ethan was affected according to plan, but saw no reason why he wouldn't. If anything he had been a more enthusiastic smoker than him, and so far everything had happened as promised. This last part of the plan was a bit of guesswork though. There would be an insatiable urge to fall into the stereotype, but he thought he knew Ethan good enough to work out what he would do.

As Theo got dressed he could feel how his body was different. It didn't look that different once he got clothes on, but before that there was a marked difference. His muscles were more defined, tighter in a way, and if he lifted his T-shirt there was a faint outline of a six-pack, something he had never had before. He didn't really care one way or the other though. As he passed through the kitchen there was a note on the countertop with instructions for how to heat lasagna. He wasn't hungry although the kitchen clock showed it was almost lunchtime, but he could feel another pull. There was a low hum of wanting to smoke another blunt. There really only was one place for someone like him to get it.

Ignoring the lasagna he instead went out the door, grabbed his bike, and started to ride towards the concrete plant up north. There's a weird feeling to be in a place at the wrong time. Just riding alongside the deserted houses in the middle of the day, when he was supposed to be in school somehow felt wrong. Then it felt right. He recognized this as some of the last reverberations of the magic from yesterday. He didn't know if it was actually magic, but somehow magic felt safer or cleaner than admitting having drugged Ethan and himself.

Some twenty minutes later he could hear the clacking and rolling sound coming from the park. The concrete plant had donated the skate park as a PR stunt they hoped would drive their sales of swimming pools. Making one smooth, curved concrete installation is basically the same as the other. Theo didn't really have a plan B in case he wouldn't find Ethan here, perhaps another side effect, but plan A turned out a success. There, next to the half-pipe section, Ethan was getting instructions from some older skater on how to make a drop.

Theo froze in shock at what he saw. Ethan wore the same clothes as yesterday, but everything else was different. His otherwise tight cropped hair was now inches of shaggy mess framing his much leaner looking face. He had definitely lost a lot of muscles, as the T-shirt that yesterday had shown off his chest and shoulders now hanged baggy as the rest of his clothes. While Theo had gained some muscles and lost some fat, Ethan had brutally been forced down to a similar build. Theo felt sick again, but in a worse way than this morning. It had been theoretical then, and a bit exciting, but looking at Ethan now he couldn't fathom them being friends, let alone together if he told the truth. That this was all his fault.

Ethan noticed Theo watching him from afar and lit up with a big smile. "Hey, watch this!" he shouted and did a shaky drop down the ramp, and continued to skate in a curve towards Theo. Much too fast and with too much force he slammed into Theo with a hug and a forceful kiss, while the skateboard continued further a bit until it hit a concrete step.

- Sorry, did I hurt you? What are you doing here? - What are you doing here yourself? - I had this crazy need for weed and though I should check out here. Matt there said he only deals to skaters, so I told him to show me. - You shouldn't... You don't know what you are dealing with. - And you do? You just had your first blunt. - You've only had two. That's not what I'm talking about. I am the

Theo didn't get the chance to say more as Ethan again kissed him on the mouth. Theo felt lost. On one hand he desperately wanted to come clean, to tell Ethan that all of this, their bodies, their reckless behavior, was because of the weed from yesterday. On the other hand he had never been hornier in his life. He wanted nothing more than for Ethan to continue what he was doing. He let his tongue quickly slip into Ethan's mouth. Ethan was quick to respond the same way, and soon it was more of an oral version of thumb wars than actual kissing. Or perhaps the best kissing ever.

- No, Ethan you must hear me out. This is important. - This is important too. - Are you aware of any changes in your body since yesterday. - Duh! Just look at this arm. I'm fucking track and field material now. - You sound pretty chill about it. - Isn't that how your magic weed is supposed to work? - My... you knew? - Just a guess, now that I see you changed too. I was that big of an ass, was I? - I didn't mean... - Relax, I'm not mad. I think this can be kind of cool. Is it permanent? - Should last about a month, and then slowly turn back over a month or two. Kinda. - I have one demand. - Demand? - We are having sex today.

This time it was Theo who kissed Ethan.

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walker-journal · 3 years

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Lenan and Lampchops (Adam and Caoimhe)

Characters: Adam Walker (Hunter- Tapir), Caoimhe Brennan (Leanan-Sidhe-Sadie)

Timing: Before the events of Hell’s True North

Summary: The search for Nell continues on a deceptive world of sheep and stray sod where Adam happens to run into, Caoimhe, one of the music professors who isn’t quite as surprised about Sheep Hell as she should be.

Content Warning: Gun Use

Adam looked into a bright sky with unfamiliar stars and other verdant worlds of fields and jungles that loomed in the sky. Fields of soft grass extended unbroken toward the horizon, undulating in the breeze. Towering thickets of Illuabris Ferns, larger than he’d ever seen them grow on Earth, were pillars of black and violet that stood stark against the rolling green.

Vegetable Lambs grazed around the Hunter, paying him no mind as they basked in the off-color light of alien suns. Adam had been wandering for what felt like many days now, but the strange sky didn’t give much clue if that was true. Only the deterioration of his clothes, now bleached by sun and sporting tattered holes hinted that the Hunter had been hiking for far longer than he realized. He couldn’t even count how many of these barometz lambs he’d eaten to keep his strength up, the rest of the herds always just staring with dull dispassion as Adam butchered and cooked one of their number.

He was lost, and had been so long enough for his tactical gear to fray, fade, and make Adam look more like a beleaguered deserter than someone who’d come here armed to the teeth on a mission.

The Hunter had to admit that of all the worlds he’d been to so far while trying to find Nell, Lambchops Land was definitely the most surprising with its ass-kicking at the moment, and it hadn’t even given him a scratch.

Adam felt a flicker of a paranormal presence that definitely wasn’t another goddam lamb. He crested another hill at a slow cautious gait, raising his rifle at the…

The new music teacher?

Wait….was that her? Was he…?

Ok, so if her chest burst open and she’s been a Lamb Alien the whole time Adam was just done, so done.

“Hey ...uh..Professor Brennan,” said the sunburnt ragged soldier, “what brings you to Lambchop Land?”

It was like something Caoimhe had seen in a picture, or dancing between the flames of the bonfires they’d light in Ireland. It was a world forever just out of reach, only as permanent as any single tendril of flame. It was beautiful, painted in hues of blue and green, all movement as the grass swayed back and forth, a patchwork quilt of stars overhead, and–

And Vegetable Lambs. Vegetable Lambs as far as the eye could see. They dotted the otherwise pristine landscape, cutting figures of cotton-fluff and fruit against the horizon. The peaceful breeze brought with it the bleating of different herds. It was by far the best portal Caoimhe had poked her head into yet: picturesque with a touch of levity.

Then the view changed with the barrel of a rifle. She followed the length of it up until she was met with ruffled hair and sun-bleached clothes, and the kind of weariness only seen in well-worn travelers who hadn’t seen home in far too long. He looked out of place, a single ragged figure painted in dusty pencil over a backdrop of vibrant oils. It was a concept, but Caoimhe wasn’t sure it quite suited him. The way his grip sat against the rifle, she thought maybe he might better fit in the climax of an old western; the twanging of the guitar builds.

“Just me.” She held her hands up for a moment before letting them fall back to her side. He looked like he’d been prepared at one point in time. This trip wasn’t an accident for him. “Would you believe me, if I told you I just stumbled in? Can’t say I expected White Crest to be so...dimensionally inclusive.”

Adam cocked his head at the music professor, features moving from confusion to frowning wariness as her lack of disorientation set off alarm bells in his brain. The Hunter could feel that she wasn’t human but didn’t narrow things down much.

“I’d believe it,” Adam affirmed. “There have been some other folks that’ve gotten yoinked by these space rips,” the planar wanderer noted. “White Crest is in a weak spot in reality,” the apocalypse prepper claimed, not really bothering to pretend ignorance when he was gun totting on the Veggie Lamb Planet. “I just hope we can find some way to seal that shit up before everything goes to hell...like permanently y’know?”

Adam sighed. “So uh...you would have happened to have seen a portal anywhere?”

Yes.

Caoimhe hesitated a moment. She’d pegged it right, he was prepared. Whatever had actually brought him to a planet of Vegetable Lambs, he at least had a mission now. And it seemed like the knowledge to accomplish it, if he could ever find a portal again. If she helped him find a portal again. His expression shifted, and her eyebrows lifted; curious.

He needed help, something curious in and of itself, considering. The portal she’d come through herself wasn’t too far away, obscured by the rolling hills. If he could manage to walk a straight line for more than a few minutes, he might even be able to stumble back through it without her help. But the state of him told her he’d been trying just that, to no avail. If something had him that turned around–

“I haven’t been here very long, so logically there should be one not too far away.” She kicked the grass at her feet. “If we put our heads together, we can find a way out. Don’t think either of us will be doing much good solving the portal crisis here. Any ideas what’s caused it yet?”

“I uh...can’t find my way,” Adam admitted. The Hunter reached into his pack and pulled out a battered compass. Adam closed his eyes and placed home at the forefront of his mind, focusing on the faces of friends and the DIE fraternity house. The compass Penelope had enchanted on the eve of their last night began to spin. The sorceress’ magic sensed the intention of Adam’s heart and soon the compass needle was dutifully pointing the way to portal back White Crest.

The only problem was, no matter how far Adam walked on these paradisiacal rolling hills in the direction of an exit, he kept circling back and retracing his way out.

“This compass was enchanted by a witch to help me find the way,” Adam said, choosing to simplify the painful knot of emotions that came with this gift. “But no matter what happens I keep circling back.”

Adam shook his head at the question of a bigger picture. “I know there are keys and big-ass worm boring through dimensions but I’ve got no idea how they all fit together yet.”

“I’ve gathered.” Caoimhe grinned up at the disheveled Adam, obviously having been wandering for longer than he ever should have been. Curiosity brought her the rest of the way up the hill to stand next to him. It was a neat trick, to say the least. With a needle to point him exactly where he should go, he should have found his way out long before the sun could bleach his clothes. The hills were just redundant enough to be confusing, but not that confusing.

“You focus on the compass, then. Nowhere else, just the compass. I’ll make sure we’re not doing any circles.” Placing a gentle hand on his elbow, Caoimhe led them in the direction the compass pointed, a direction she knew would eventually yield a portal and a ticket home again. “You know, if you ignore the fact this portal has you all sorts of twisted up, it’s kind of beautiful.”

It was. Blues and greens and yellows and the gentle bleating of the Vegetables Lambs. It was rather harmless, but then, Caoimhe still knew exactly where she was standing and in which direction she needed to go. “Keys and worms. That’s...way too vague. Have there always been portals, or did I just move in at the wrong time?”

“Yeah in a Little House on the Prairie butter-churning sort of way,” Adam admitted, controlling himself enough not to flinch Caoimhe put his hand on his elbow. His Hunter senses send icy hot pinpricks through him at the paranormal woman’s touch and not in the sexy way. Adam was thankful that his time in White Crest had made the feeling of being around supernatural beings routine enough that he didn't go into fight or flight mode as much as he used to.

“So uh, is finding your way out in the country just a superpower you’d got then,” Adam asked as they crested another hill of strange colorful plants whose tendril polyps writhing and curled in the sunshine. Outright asking ‘what’ Caoimhe was seemed a bit on the nose considering that she was in a helpful mood.

“White Crest is in a like, dimensional weakspot,” Adam posited, seeing no reason to conceal the information considering how literally to hell everything was going. “It’s properly why there are so many demons and whatnot around, but this is definitely a huge spike in Hellmouth stuff.”

With Adam following, Caoimhe let go and walked a few steps ahead. Her fingers curled into her palms and she spun herself through a few different answers. What she did wasn’t a superpower, though some might construe it as such. With their eyes glazed over and their hands moving over the keys of a piano, with a whole world of inspiration spreading itself in front of them. The divine muse. Caoimhe swallowed. It wasn’t a superpower. It was a mystical science at best. She wouldn’t go so far as to say a curse; she could hear her mother screaming from Ireland.

“Have you considered you might be exceptionally good at getting lost?” She cast a glance his direction, tone light. She had a feeling he wasn’t. She had a feeling he’d see right through her dancing around the point. “I’ve spent a lot of my life traveling, you tend to get good at the cardinal directions.”

She didn’t want to be seen. “Lovely. Welcome to White Crest, right? Portals and Hellmouths, and– what, what is that?”

The sun blotted out and the bleating seemed to increase in volume. Something deeper and louder broke through the din, then. Something Caoimhe could feel rattle in her chest.

“I mean...that’s fair,” Adam allowed, sunburned face breaking into a smile at Caoimhe’s counterpoint as he kept his eyes locked on the compass as they weaved their way through blossoming heaths and swaying forests of Illuabris Ferns.

Caoimhe’s exclamation raised Adam’s gaze to the verdant valley spread out below them.

In a cleft between four grassy hills was a circle of cairn stones. Within the cairn circle was what seemed to be a pit of pure sunlight that shone like a beacon in the sudden gloom that’d encroached across the sky.

Beyond the sunwell was what Adam had first taken to be an enormous tree before it shambled forward on hoofed feet. It was then that the Hunter realized it was a giant Barometz, bigger than any Earthly ecosystem would’ve made possible. It’s roots were a cluster of long hooved legs and scrambled forward like a bovine millipede. Engorged clusters of Vegetable Lambs hung from its branches in the matter of grapes on a vine, their discordant cacophony of shrieking growing closer.

“Well shit, its like a…. Megalamp King.”

“It’s coming our way, is what it is.” And directly in their way. Caoimhe thought throwing a dog on a piano might sound better than the thing trampling its way towards them. She’d heard middle-school bands who could give it a run for its money. Which was all entirely ignoring the fact that one misplaced, vine-thick hoof could squash her. It was a beautiful place, but she really didn’t want it to be the last place she ever saw.

“We shouldn’t be too far from the portal, but…” The sound of shuffling and the increasing din of the creature moving towards them was almost too loud, “We’re going to need to get through or around that. And unlike you, I don’t have a rifle.”

Nor were her gifts particularly suited for Vegetable Kombat. Round one, fight. “Any ideas?”

Adam reached behind to his back and produced a metal sphere topped with a fuse clip and safety to offered it to the professor. “I’ll fire at it and try to draw the Lamb Tree off the side,” he suggested as the towering Barometz began to lumber up the hill. “Run to the portal while I distract it. When you get there, pull this clip and throw this explosive at it.”

Adam doubted a handheld grenade would actually kill something this big but it’d at least buy a moment or two hopefully. “That might give me enough to run to you and we can get the hell out. Sound good?”

A bomb. He handed her a bomb. And really it shouldn’t have been too much of a surprise, considering the rifle with which he’d greeted her, but Caoimhe still took a moment to stare at it. Her strengths had always been a little more subtle. It was in gentle but purposeful touches, encouragement, making someone weak just for existing and creating in a space with her. Adam’s strengths appeared to be explosive weaponry.

“...Sounds better than anything I could’ve come up with.” Caoimhe took the metal sphere gingerly, like it was liable to go off if she squeezed it too hard. Okay, she knew how a grenade worked. She’d watched movies before. She was entirely prepared. She nodded, “Just make sure you don’t get lost trying to find me.”

She cast a grin over her shoulder and ran. And it was shaky at best. The kind of grin worked around a desperate joke and a heart hammering a sharp staccato against her chest, through legs that felt more like jelly than muscle and bone. The ground shook as she did her best to flank it, each thunderous footstep displacing the earth around it. A quick glance up and Caoimhe could catch wide-eyes with different clusters of Vegetable Lambs dangling off the main beast, their mouths dropped open but the cacophony too loud to pick out the individuals.

She was going to throw up. Perhaps not right in the moment, but later, after the adrenaline fully wore off. After she had a chance to remember how tightly she’d been holding the grenade and how many times she’d almost tripped over her own feet. How the grass itself seemed to tangle around her ankles and she could only catch glimpses of Adam through the weaving roots and swaying lambs. She might even laugh, too. Since when was a lamb so horrifying?

By the time she spotted the portal, her chest burned, and it would be so easy to jump through and be done with the whole experience, but Adam. She pivoted around, pulled the pin, and lobbed the grenade as hard as she could.

Adam sprinted out of the ensuing cloud of splintered wood and sheep guts, wiping fleece and gory vines out of his eyes. He bled from an array of bites from entire clusters of ravenous sheep and burns from vine constriction. The Megalamp Tree staggered in a panicked frenzy, thrashing out wildly in the splinters and smoke. Enormous limbs carved deep furrows through the bright grass as they slammed blindly down. Adam wove back and forth among the heather as he tried to avoid the descent of column-like branches and the vegetable lambs being flung everywhere like shrieking dandelion seeds.

Adam sprinted over to Caoimhe, plastered in bloody fleece and leaves. He looked over to the vortex swirling between the cairn stones. “Thanks! Nearly got strangled by the Bo-Peep there.”

Caoimhe almost didn’t expect to see him come out the other side. Between the thrashing off the Megalamp Tree and Adam’s penchant for getting completely turned around, the odds were not in their favor. But he rounded the thrashing beast with a thanks and Caoimhe promptly doubled over, dry-heaving into the once-serene, swaying grass. For a moment, a thumbs up was all she could manage over pulling in one breath after another.

She was made for classrooms. For violins in bar bathrooms and crooked smiles and french horns and running from her problems. Adam was obviously built of tougher stuff. He didn’t seem much phased by red-stained fleece and sticky leaves. He had a rifle and a bomb, and something twisted in Caoimhe’s chest, but she wasn’t going to question him when he’d handed her a ticket out. He was made for something else.

“I found the portal.” She rubbed at her eyes and grinned behind the column of her forearms. She found the portal, and he fought their way out. Caoimhe supposed she should be thankful. “Wouldn’t have been much good if I had been crushed, though.”

The ground shook as clumps of lambs fell wildly onto the ground, little feet scrambling every which direction, lost. Whatever Adam was made for, she was glad she’d found him. “Thank you.” She crooked a thumb over her shoulder at the mess of a beast behind them, “That was all you. I think...I think maybe we’d both have been stuck here.”

She stopped short of a ‘we make a good team,’ and settled for a thankful smile, stepping back to make sure he was able to pass through the portal and casting one last glance at the mess they left behind them.

#evebrennan #caoimhe #Portal Combat #potw #adam #gun use tw

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human-hetalia-imagines · 4 years

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☆ Rules & Information ☆

This is a blog dedicated to doing imagines surrounding my original human au. Here’s a description for each character's place in the au and rules for requests — I’ll be adding more characters as I get more comfortable writing for them.

*I did change the names of some characters so that they would reflect the countries they come from

*Also: this shit long, so strap in and get ready

☆Rules for Imagines☆

I’ll do imagines, or a bullet point list of up to 6 characters at one time, or a written scenario for up to 3 characters

I’ll also do nyos and genderbends of each character (ngl, I simp after nyo!America), their placement in the au won't change.

I include South Italy and Prussia in the axis, and Canada in the Allies

I’ll write fluff, smut, angst, and everything in between

I absolutely won’t write: incest, explicit sexual assault or excessive gore

The only time I will do romantic/sexual imagines for the characters who canonically have the physical appearance of people under 18 is if you explicitly state that you want them aged up, or if the reader is also underage. If you request adult x minor, I will discard your ask & invert your rib cage.

☆Rules for Matchups☆

Before submitting, check if they’re open or not, they won’t always be due to not wanting my page cluttered with them

When requesting, include personality, interests, dislikes, any pets you have, fun facts about yourself, and possibly clothing style

Don’t bother to include physical features as those will not be taken into account when pairing you up with someone

Include whether you want the matchup to be romantic, platonic, or one of each

☆Character Au Placements☆

North America

America | Alfred Jones, age 19

A young man that's cheerful and strong, with a strong sense of justice. He often can't read situations and has a habit of ruining the mood, whatever mood that may be. While he’s usually labeled as “incompetent”, he’s attending college (or university, depending where you’re from) to obtain a bachelor's degree in aerospace engineering. He plays as the pitcher on his college’s baseball team, able to throw a devastating fastball. He lives in a two bedroom apartment with his twin brother, Matthew. He had a crush on Amelia Earhart when he was younger, and it’s something that Matthew teases him about on a weekly basis.

Canada | Matthew Williams, age 19

On the surface, he's an easygoing, softhearted and gentle young man, around his twin brother and close friends, however, he can be quite sassy, nearly bordering on rude on occasion. He's in his first year of college for a degree in statistics. For the college, he plays as the Center on the hockey team, where he lets out steam on his opponents. He has a pure white rag-doll cat named Kumajirou that follows him around his and Alfred's apartment. He curses regularly in french.

United Kingdom

England | Arthur Kirkland, age 23

He's either a quick-witted, sarcastic and stubborn man, or the paragon of a perfect gentleman. He enjoys reading, writing (although he doesn’t show anyone his stories), and embroidering. He’s gotten so skillful at it, that he has a well-traversed Etsy shop. He’s currently in his last year of getting his Postsecondary Education degree and a minor in linguistics. When he was a teenager, he was a delinquent, going to loud concerts, fighting, dyeing his hair wild colors, and smoking. While he says he’s over it, he still keeps various CDs of OK Go and The Rolling Stones, as well as band t-shirts. It’s something that his 3 older brothers refuse to let go of.

Baltic

Estonia | Eduard von Bock, Age 19

He's a graduated honors student who has avoided many problems with wit. Usually in front of people he acts calm, logical, and businessman-like, but in private he’s actually pretty chill, albeit a bit quiet. He’s awesome with technology, and works part-time at his college as an IT advisor while he studies to get his Quality Control & Safety Technologies degree.

Latvia | Raivis Galante, age 15

He’s a boy who has been through quite a bit, making him an introvert, easily intimidated, and kind of a crybaby. He’s in his first year of high school, but due to him having an anxiety disorder, he does it digitally. The only problem is that he strives to have friends who are close to him and care for him unconditionally. He secretly likes to read cutesy romance novels from the young adult section.

Lithuania | Toris Laurinaitis, age 19

He's a patient, shy, and gentle person who has the ability to become pretty serious when he needs to be. He works as a librarian assistant while he decides between a degree in social work or education. He, unfortunately, usually over-thinks his decisions too much, causing him to have anxiety attacks. When he’s not working, he’s typically just dragged around by his close friend, Feliks, but he has a good time nonetheless.

Nordic

Denmark | Mathias Køhler, age, 19

He’s a genuine sweetheart who often accidentally always yells. While he is kind, he’s also a bit thick-headed, although he always has the best of intentions. He considers himself to be very close to his friends, especially to Lukas, although the other man’s opinion on the matter is about the opposite. He attends college for a master’s degree in, surprisingly enough, Business Administration. When he isn’t studying, he enjoys clinging to his friends and drinking. He has the habit of playing online video games with Alfred and Gilbert for way too long at a given time. He also gets oddly competitive over his degree with Tino.

Finland | Tino Väinämöinen, Aged 20

He's a gentle, cheery young man with a tendency to like the more simplistic things in life. He seems very mature, yet can be childlike. He loves relaxing in saunas, especially with his close friends. He has a small Maltese pup named Hanatamago who attends dog shows. When he’s not attending dog shows, he does online college for a masters in Medical Assisting.

Iceland | Emil Steilsson, age 17

He’s a mysterious boy with a cool exterior and a hot interior, being a bit easy to provoke with teasing. His older half-brother often insists that he was ‘born in his emo phase’. He taught his pet puffin (geniously named Mr. Puffin) a lot of profanity in Icelandic, Norwegian, and English. He attends high school, which he is absolutely over. On a side note, even though Lukas is his half-brother, he often refuses to have any connection to him whatsoever in public.

Norway | Lukas Bondevik , age 18

He is, like his half-brother, very introverted. However, he is considerably more cold to strangers, but to his close friends, he can (sometimes) be very sweet. He just recently finished highschool, but intends on going straight into college for an Applied Data Science degree. He practices Modern Paganism, or Wicca, as his religion.

Sweden | Berwald Oxenstierna, Aged 21

He’s a guy with an intimidating air who doesn’t talk much. On the inside he’s playful, but it doesn’t show at all and he just seems intimidating. He works as a carpenter after he went to a trade high school, a job that he greatly enjoys. Other than that, he likes decorative arts and being a part of debates on his free time. While he can create furniture out of wood scraps without any blueprints, he can’t put together IKEA furniture to save his life.

Eastern Europe

Belarus | Natalia Arlovskaya, age 19

While she can be extremely possessive over her older brother and sister, she means well. She openly looks up to both of them, as they are the only two people in her life that have remained constants. She lives with both of them in a house and works part-time at her sister’s flower shop. She’s also a part-time online student with a pursuit of a criminology degree.

Russia | Ivan Braginski, age 21

He has the simplicity of a country bumpkin, an easy-going personality, and the cruelty of a child, all mixed together. Coupled with his personality traits and the fact that he’s well over 6 feet tall, he constantly (and accidentally) gives off an intimidating air. He attends college for a Avionics Technology bachelor's degree. Deep down, he’s incredibly passionate about ballet, more specifically Russian ballet, his favorite being Don Quixote, with Sleeping Beauty as a close second.

Ukraine | Katyusha Braginskaya, age 24

Ivan and Natalia’s older sister who always recklessly gets dragged into their messes. She's an absolute sweetheart who strives to make the people around her happy, even at her own expense. She can be very emotional. She owns a flower shop where she let’s her younger siblings work part-time while they go to school.

Central Europe

Germany | Ludwig Beilschmidt, age 20

He's a young man with an overly serious personality and a pessimistic nature. He's very by-the-book and has a pet peeve for a lack of cleanliness. He attends college for mechanical engineering and dorms with Feliciano and Kiku. His older brother, Gilbert, regularly breaks in and hangs out with them. His hobbies are reading, making sweets and taking walks with his dogs (that live with Gilbert). He’s in a garage band with the three aforementioned guys. He does, however, want to be a soldier like the other members in his family. Unfortunately, due to an injury to his leg that he sustained as a kid, he can’t.

Hungary | Elizabeta Héderváry, age 26

She’s a sweet, reliable woman with a bit of a boyish streak. For a career, she works doing maintenance on a farm that belongs to a close friend, Basch (Switzerland). In her free time, she likes riding horses, going hiking and practicing instruments, one of which is the tekerőlant. She has a young child, Julian (Kugelmugel), from a previous relationship with her ex fiance, Roderich (Austria). Thankfully, things are civil between the two.

Liechtenstein | Lili Zwingli, age 15

She’s the darling, adoptive younger sister of Basch (Switzerland). She has a big heart and helps out on her brother’s farm wherever she can, and because she spends so much time on the farm, she’s gotten decently close to Elizabeta. She enjoys feeding, brushing, and cuddling her two angora rabbits on her free time, as well as knitting. Sometimes she’ll submit her bunnies to be participants in rabbit shows (Cocoa has 1 and Cinna-bun has 3).

Poland | Feliks Łukasiewicz, age 19

He has a fierce anxiety towards strangers, and upon a first meeting, he'll act very shy. Once he gets used to someone, he'll act goofy and a bit childish, clinging onto his closest friends. He attends college for a degree in fashion design and marketing. He is also very opinionated. He often drags his friends to Francis’ patisserie for cute aesthetic pictures.

Prussia | Gilbert Beilschmidt, age 24

He comes off as rude, loud and self-centered, but he’s actually incredibly sweet and loyal almost to a fault. He’s catholic and takes his religion seriously to the point of keeping a cross necklace with him nearly all the time. While he wanted to join the army like the rest of his family, his albinism keeps him from being able to. Because of this, many members of the family see him as the Family Disappointment™, causing a strain between him and them. Unrelated, but when Ludwig lived with him, he caught Gilbert trying to play all three parts of Suite en trio, Op. 59: I. Serenade by himself with all three instruments at 2 in the morning.

Switzerland | Basch Zwingli, age 25

He’s an intimidating man with a soft heart. He owns a farm that has been in his family for generations, and it’s a job that he’s greatly proud of and fiercely protective over. He has technically adopted Lili as a daughter, but they both view each other as siblings. Regardless, Francis has still referred to him as a DILF before. He doesn’t understand what it means, and Elizabeta has assured him that he doesn't want to. On a more pure note, he enjoys attending rabbit shows whenever there’s any in the area, and has encouraged Lili to participate in them with hers.

Africa

Seychelles | Veronique Bonnefoy, age 17

She’s a southern country girl with a big heart. She's a bit sloppy and has the tendency to laze around when the weather gets warmer. She often laments over her being lonely to her friends, especially to Alfred and Matthew. She enjoys cooking, singing, and dancing. She takes after her brother figure (technically adoptive father), Francis, being a bit of a romantic herself. She’s in her senior year of high school, and is excited to be done with it. Once she ate pizza rolls in front of Francis and he almost cried.

Asia

China | Yao Wang, age 19

He’s a (mostly) easy-going person, if not a bit of a hermit. He works as a waiter currently, but attends several courses in hopes of getting his food-handlers permit to, one day, open his own authentic Chinese food restaurant. He lives with his 5 other siblings, all of which jokingly refer to him as “grandpa” due to how often he complains about back pain and makes acupuncture appointments every 2 weeks. When his 6th sibling, Kiku, moved out for college, he was pretty salty. In his free time, he mostly plays Mahjong the practices the Érhù. He’s unabashedly likes and collects cute things such as small charms and plushies.

Japan | Kiku Honda, age 19

While, at first glance, he seems quiet and serious, he can actually be quite goofy and irresponsible with his money, buying anime memorabilia and American comic books. It’s something that one of his roommates, Ludwig, lectures him about quite a bit. His other roommate, Feliciano, sees nothing wrong with it. He attends college for a degree in animation. He enjoys messing with machines and drawing.

South Korea | Im Yong Soo, age 16

He’s a hyperactive young man with strong aspirations when it comes to schooling. He shows the upmost respect to strangers and his elders alike, but when he’s around friends and immediate family he tends to be more loud and silly. He’s currently knee deep in the K-pop wave sweeping the world and practices idol dances on tiktok.

Taiwan | Mei Xiao, age 18

She is a strong-willed, fashionable young woman, but she's also said to have become more of a nervous type in recent times, unable to stop worrying. She has the tendency to be a bit smart-mouthed with a somewhat quick temper. Other than that, she has a sweet and cheerful disposition. She lives with all of her siblings (China, Japan, Vietnam, Hong Kong, Korea, and Thailand) and works as a hostess as a restaurant while she takes a break from schooling.

Mediterranean

France | Francis Bonnefoy, age 24

He's someone who does things at his own pace and has an abundance of affectionate expressions for friends, family, and strangers alike. He owns his own patisserie which has become increasingly popular as a spot for dates and hipsters to eat cute, artfully made sweets and drink aesthetically pleasing coffees and teas. He loves culture and the arts, as well as paintings and clothing.

North Italy | Feliciano Vargas, age 20

He's a cheerful guy who can be a little bit of a crybaby. While he relies on his friends a lot, he deeply cares for them. He's attending college for a fine arts degree where he shares a dorm room with Ludwig and Kiku. He enjoys painting, singing and designing clothes. Also, while only a few people know this, he can play both acoustic and electric guitar. He’s in a garage band with Ludwig, Kiku, and Gilbert

South Italy | Lovino Vargas, age 22

He constantly starts arguments and fights, however he’s also a bit of a coward. He has the ability to be hardworking, but often doesn’t out of laziness. While he’ll never admit it, he’s quite the hopeless romantic, striving to find someone who will love him despite his flaws. He’s in college to obtain a bachelor's in agricultural studies with a minor in history, but absolutely refused to share a dorm with his younger brother, who he often teases about choosing to get a ‘useless art degree.’ He enjoys gardening, dancing, and playing the acoustic guitar in his free time. He also likes sketching, but due to feeling insecure, he never shows people his work, or even tells them that he does it.

Spain | Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, age 24

While he can be oblivious and even insensitive, he’s a generally friendly person with a cheerful deposition. He works as a bartender in a decently popular bar in the downtown of his city that’s within walking distance of his house. When he’s not working, he enjoys playing the flamenco guitar and practicing dancing. Since he’s very sociable, before work, he typically stops by Francis’ pastry shop to talk to him as he closes up.

Also, did you know that, in canon, Feliciano can play electric guitar and Ludwig can play the drums?? What I’m saying is: punk garage band w/ Kiku on vocals. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

#hetalia imagines #aph imagines #aph america #aph canada #aph china #aph england #aph france #aph russia #aph germany #aph japan #aph italy #aph romano #aph nordics #aph baltics #aph taiwan #human au #rules

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gemsofgreece · 5 years

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A rant (and a piece of advice for aspiring tourists)

Hehehe so I found the perfect excuse to rant about my biggest pet peeve regarding tourists in Greece. Thankfully, it’s a small minority but I’ve heard this before so I have the chance to address it this time. A youtuber called Haley Pham went to Santorini and didn’t like it. Fair enough. However, she caused uproar (fortunately from everyone, not specifically Greeks) because all her arguments were stupid and indicative of her lack of basic knowledge for the place she was travelling to.

Some say she hadn’t planned her vacation well and she also had some health issues which definitely contributed to that negative feeling but I don’t care for these, I will only discuss some misconceptions about Santorini and Greece that she and a few others have made.

This is mostly me indulging in a favourite topic for ranting but if Greece is in your bucket list, you should probably read it.

So here’s what she said and me dragging her:

1. Greece is impoverished, they have a financial crisis, don’t go

The moment this bloody debt crisis was officially announced in 2009, the foreign media defamed the country and its people, making it look worse than a third world country and all its people like thieves and beggars. Whoever hasn’t experienced this from the inside has no idea what a cruel and unprecedented attitude foreign media and governments held against Greeks. Being a Greek became an acceptable reason for mockery and stereotyping (is that how you treat someone with financial issues?!). Most media would also make comparisons between Ancient and Modern Greeks (because apparently Ancient Greeks never had financial issues according to them) and discourage people from travelling to that legendary Wasteland where everyone would obviously kill them for a euro (on the list of things that never happened). Touristic-wise, the propaganda was fortunately unsuccessful but I certainly don’t mean life in Greece was not affected. The salaries and the pensions were indeed cut, the unemployment went through the roof but these were not things a tourist could see. We don’t live in huts, people. (Actually, Greece has the largest percentage of people owning their houses instead of living in rent, in Europe). Anyway, Greece has been through a hard time (it’s doing sliiiiightly better now) but this could not affect someone not living here. Besides, it is still a developed country with very high standard of living and a well known lifestyle, so I don’t understand why she said that, especially now that things are better and especially in Santorini, which is a very expensive destination. My only assumption is that she was just parroting things she had heard before in order to support her argument more. IDK. Greece faces issues but it certainly looks way less impoverished than many other countries that attract tourists as well. Besides, this is so 2011...

2. Santorini is not like in Instagram and it has no beaches and trees and things to do.

Ok, this is really stupid and a lie. First of all, find me an Instagram picture depicting a forest in Santorini. Second, Santorini DOES have beaches but have you ever heard anybody claiming that the beaches are its main attraction? Their landscape is pretty cool but they are not what we’d call conventionally stunning beaches. What you see on Instagram about Santorini is: dark volcanic landscape, barren, with contrasting white towns perched on its cliffs.

Stock photos of Santorini. Obvi tourists see these pictures and are like “yeah this seems to be the perfect place for my tropical palm forest island dream vacation”. A lot think like that, I am not exaggerating. I don’t know if they don’t have eyes or they just learn something is popular and head there blindly without knowing shit.

Santorini may not be your cup of tea if you like lush green areas and pristine beaches but it is a unique, otherworldly and stunning place exactly because it is so different. It is dark, it is arid, it is a submerged volcano, that’s exactly why it’s so special and beautiful. Its towns are breathtaking and unique and exactly like what you see on Instagram. I could sign that and hold me to it. Greece is one of the honest destinations - you get what you see. Except for the crowds. Of course Santorini’s crowded. What did you expect from a world class destination?! They are all busy as hell.

As for not finding things to do. Honestly, what can I say. She apparently doesn’t like restaurants, bars, clubs, extreme sports, wineries, shops, volcano excursions, cruises, hikes, numerous museums and ANCIENT CITIES. I can’t imagine what she wanted.

3. THE WORST: SANTORINI does not have beaches and trees, don’t go to GREECE

Okay, there’s the problem. My big pet peeve. The ultimate “facepalm” phrase; “I’ve been to Santorini and / or Mykonos, Greece has no trees”. If you’ve been to Santorini and Mykonos only, then you can’t have an opinion on what Greece looks like. Greece is often mislabeled as “tiny” and since only a few islands are promoted, Greece is pictured as a very small place of a few gathered islands. There are many misconceptions here: Greece is not tiny. It is more like average-small. I mean, don’t compare it to Canada! Canada is the outlier, not Greece! It does not have a few gathered islands, it has 6000 islands that can be scattered at long distances from each other. All its 6000 islands make up a small percentage of overall land compared to the mainland. And last but not least, Santorini is a tiny. volcanic. island, one of the smallest inhabited Greek islands. You might be familiar with the most promoted Greek itinerary: Athens (2 days max) - Santorini - Mykonos. Let me show you how much of the country you get to know with this trip:

Why, that’s some itinerary. BTW, Santorini (the southmost one) is definitely exaggerated in this map. It’s smaller than that. I mean, it looks larger than Mykonos here but in truth it is way smaller.

So yeah, in these two neighborhoods of Athens (in 2 days), Santorini and Mykonos you got to see, there were not trees. Mykonos and Santorini belong to the same region and are both arid. Greece, like all other Mediterranean European countries, has a north and central part that is forested with a temperate climate while as you go more and more south it progressively gets more arid and hotter and dryer, maybe in Greece a little more since it is close to Egypt and the Middle East.

I’m not gonna address the “don’t go to Greece, it has no beaches” argument, I don’t think I’ve ever heard something stupider in my life. She’s the first one to ever say that, anyway.

But regarding the lush green thing, here’s my advice. Greece is a very diverse country because it is always either mountainous or broken in many islands, which creates many different microclimates and environments. Make up your mind about what it is you like in a destination and then choose a location in Greece based on these preferences of yours. And honestly stick to a few well chosen places. Don’t try to do a big tour of Greece. The map size is misleading. The mountains create surfaces, block the ways and make the roads narrower and longer. The islands can have great distances between them. It is not easy navigating Greece, neither when it’s your first time there nor at all.

In general, keep in mind; North and West = Green, South and East = (Semi) arid with exceptions in both cases. For instance, if you really want to go either to Cyclades or to Dodecanese islands that are mostly arid but you value some lush green scenery, then you could consider Andros or Kos islands that are such exceptions.

Island in the North - Center.

Island in far Southeast.

Island in West.

Don’t forget that arid doesn’t mean ugly. The arid regions of Greece are the most promoted and well known ones in the country! However, if lush scenery is important to you, then just don’t blindly go to the famous islands thinking they are tropical or something. Greece is not a tropical country. It’s a European country, half of it temperate and half of it only a sea away from Sahara! Also, exactly because it’s temperate it has very distinct seasons. Both the lush and arid regions can look VERY different in spring and summer. I’ve seen comments in my posts saying “Oh it looks so green and flowery, when I was there in August the vegetation was dead”. Well, yeah, that’s the Greek August...a Killer, only second to the Greek July.

Choose your destination carefully and you’ll be fine. Just know where and when you are going. Greece is beautiful and has pretty much everything. Except jungles. We don’t have jungles :(

#greece #europe #santorini #travel #travel guide #tourism #tourist #wanderlust #travelling #itinerary #info #greek facts #cyclades #cycladic islands

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 5 years

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Cottages and Bandages {Oneshot}

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Pairing: Steve Rogers X Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Angst, embarrassment, ouchies, fluff

Summary: Having a major crush on Steve Rogers was fine, but what made it awkward, along with already being socially awkward was the fact you work in close quarters with the team. This meant on a daily basses you interact with said soldier and left you at a loss for words when you got the opportunity to speak with him. Offering to find the team a place to relax, you didn’t count on Steve asking you to accompany him on a hike which seems to be doomed from the start the moment you slide into a creak. Dying of embarrassment, you slip off to sulk, berating yourself all for Steve to hear. This led to a very awkward work relationship that leaves both of you not sure how to proceed.

A/N: This is a request for @jane-777. I hope you enjoy! The reader is one who assures the team have all they need when at the facility and arranges for them behind the scenes and out of the spotlight.

Words: +3,100

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It was the thought that counted.

Right?

You had arranged for the team to have a nice outing at a cottage in the mountains, one complete with a fire pit, hiking trails and a long ways from anything. There was a beautiful creek nearby; a gorgeous stream where you met your end.

Well, not literally, but you felt you could have died of humiliation. You already felt awkward being the only normal person in the group that consisted of, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, Vision and Steve.

The very Steve Rogers you chose to humiliate yourself in front of. The very Steve Rogers who, out of all the team you had a major crush on. The type of crush where you couldn’t breathe when he was around, let alone barely talk in coherent sentences when the blond gave you his weekly list of necessities.

You had been showing Steve a trail leading through the rocks and creek when you clumsily slid into the water. Said fall had you ripping the right knee of your leggings as well as shredding the flesh underneath, and it hurt, God did it hurt.

In no time Steve jerked you out of the cold water at the risk of drenching himself as well. Your face and neck on fire compared to the cold water saturating your clothes and unable to look up at Steve out of embarrassment.

“No, I’m fine,” you tried to reassure, brushing him off, but truth be told you were now cold, despite the blood rushing to your face.

Not to mention your knee throbbed and warmth ebbed down your shin. Chancing a quick glance, not wanting to draw more attention to your clumsiness, but your knee looked horrible to say the least.

“You cut your knee up pretty bad. Let me help you get back,” he smiled, you felt your face growing hotter if it was possible, more so when you met his worried gaze.

“I got it,” you smiled, taking a step as the rest of your body heated up, ears burning as well.

You just wanted to hide in a hole and nurse your wounds until time to leave but was glad Steve hadn’t released your arm. The moment you took a step you realized the fall really had done some damage as your injured knee gave out, and you whimpered internally at the pain it caused.

In moments Steve scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. Letting out a surprised yelp, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull close, hiding your burning cheeks and relished in how warm he was.

“God I’m so embarrassed, please put me down,” you spoke quietly to which Steve carefully done so with an apology.

Quietly Steve walked at your side, thinking to yourself this couldn't possibly get any worse as you limped to one of the vehicles. Brushing him off once more, you were glad he got the hint and left you alone to nurse your wound and cry.

The entire time alone, you berated yourself for being so clumsy, especially in front of Steve. God, you just totally made yourself look like an awkward, helpless human being and that wasn't how you wanted anyone, especially Steve, to see you. Continuing your rant about the embarrassment, you jumped out of your skin when the door opened to reveal the very blond you were murmuring about.

There was a blush rising in his own face making you realize he heard, making your face redden, again. Looking to what he held, a bottle of water and a bottle of pills, you decided it was best to focus on that along with his hands.

“Um. Thanks,” you whispered as Steve handed it to you, but he kept close. You could feel his gaze looking over the ugly wound that was still throbbing and stung.

“That’s how you feel about me,” Steve finally asked, watching you grip tight to the bottles in each hand.

“What,” you choked out. You swore you could literally make the bottles pop, having instantly met his gaze when he had spoken.

Big mistake, baby blues filled with worry and concern as he looked your red rimmed eyes over, a lump rose in your throat, God this was just getting worse. Disheveled hair fell in your face, breaking the stare for an instant but heated fingers tucked it behind your ear, caressing the shell of it tenderly.

“Your soaking wet," Steve began with a smile, noting his eyes look over your thick frame before he continued.

"How about we go back up to the cottage, get you some dry clothes and let me take care of your knee. I know it hurts, I’ve had my fair share as well,” Steve coaxed quietly, the hand brushing your hair away rested lightly on your shoulder. “Everyone else is gone for the moment. It will be just us.”

Carefully you thought it through before nodding in agreement, there was noting here to take care of the wound that was beginning to ache more. Steve helped you out of the vehicle, keeping close as you hobbled, and he walked back to the cottage. Stepping into the large home, you noted it was quiet for once, the others having went hiking, good less to see the fiasco that was your throbbing knee.

It appeared Steve was prepared as he handed you a pair of sweats from the counter before directing you to the bathroom. With a shy nod and smile you took the offering and hurried to hide and change out of the soaked clothes.

Peeling the wet leggings off was easier said than done. Gingerly pulling the material from the drying wound made you hiss as you sat on the toilet lid to delicately work it free.

Feeling warm and cozy in the large Henley that smelled of Steve along with lounge pants, you rolled the leg up to keep the fabric off the wound. Gingerly you exited the bathroom to hobble into the kitchen where Steve waited with a medical kit. Limping up to the captain, the blond didn’t hesitate to lift you onto the counter and take a chair from the table so he could sit and look over the ruined flesh.

Tenderly Steve wrapped a hand around your ankle, possibly to keep it steady while the other moved to clean the wound with a sterile pad soaked in something you hoped didn't make it sting worse.

You weren’t going to deny, the feel of Steve's hand wrapped around your ankle made your heart flutter, more so as the thumb of said hand cherished the cold flesh. It made the sting of the solution fade away as you noted how easy he was.

“What if I admit something to you," Steve smiled, looking up to you before reaching for the tube of ointment, thumb still cherishing your flesh as the hand now moved up your calf.

“I don’t believe that will make the embarrassment any worse,” you began as he carefully dabbed the ointment over the wound.

“I have feelings for you too,” Steve spouted, making your jaw hang open. “I have ever since you sat foot in the compound.”

Ok. You were in shock. The great Steve Rogers was nervous about speaking to you as well. Studying him close, you were trying to make sure he wasn’t toying with you like so many before, you just had never pictured yourself being his type, so to say. Noting the seriousness of his gaze, one he gave the others when he was dead set on something, and no one was changing his mind; yeah he wasn't toying with you.

“That…,” you held his gaze not sure where to go as you heard the others making their way up the back walk.

“Tonight,” he whispered, reaching to grab a bandage to place over the wound and pressing a kiss to it before getting to his feet and righting your pants leg.

The small kiss on the bandaged knee made you blush but sent chills over your body as he helped you to your feet. Steve gave you a, dare you think it, loving smile before he turned to greet the others while you hurried to your small room to curl up on your bed and calm down.

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Donning fluffy socks, you wrapped yourself in a soft blanket to limp out to the porch swing under the large tree in front of the cottage around dusk to take a seat on overly plush cushions. There was a small fire pit located there was well, appearing someone had lit it and left. Deciding to take advantage of the fact the area was abandoned to continue calming your nerves from the events that had transpired less than a few hours ago.

Though you were more specifically thinking of the feel of Steve's hand slipping up your calf, caressing the flesh tenderly. Not to mention you were thinking of how it felt for him to kiss the bandage, thinking of what those lips tasted like, and if that hand slid a little further north to-.

“How’s the knee,” came Steve’s voice as he rounded the tree. The suddenness of his voice made you jolt slightly before looking away from the mountain range. Giving a shy smile to the very captain you were thinking about.

“Always sneaking up on me,” you smiled, shifting so he could sit but Steve ushered you to be still, gingerly lifting your feet to take a seat and place them in his lap.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to,” he smiled making sure your feet remained covered. You noted the shy look he gave as well, his hand rubbing over your shins to send shivers along your spine.

“It’s ok. You get tired of the guys too?”

“They can be to, rambunctious if you know what I mean,” as if to drive the point home, yelling bounced around them from the back of the cottage.

You shivered once more, this time it was the chill of the fall air.

Feeling your shiver, Steve asked, “how about we go back in and I check your knee?”

“Sure,” you admitted, taking the help he offered, but unprepared for him to scoop you into his arms and laying his cheek against your hair.

It was very comforting, though you were going to protest but glad he did carry you back to the cottage, by now your knee felt sore and a bit swollen. Making it into the cottage you noted the entire back yard was lit up with the fire in the large pit and appeared the others were having a good time.

Entering into one of the larger rooms lit only by a bedside lamp, the blond placed you on his bed, careful as he laid you back and the blanket fell from your plump frame to the mattress. Giving a smile, Steve settled at your feet as you propped on your elbows, body thrumming as his fingers looped into the band of your pants but paused, or until you nodded it was ok.

Slowly he worked them down, feeling his hesitation as you lifted your hips to help. Keeping his gaze as he worked them over your wounded knee, noting him make a face at the purpling skin not covered in a bandage.

Pulling the pants free, you were suddenly conscious of your lower half being on display but thankfully he appeared busy with looking over your knee as he discarded the pants on the mattress next to the both of you.

Wrapping a hand around your heel, Steve used the other to pull the bandage free. It looked rough but not as it did earlier. Carefully he shifted while reaching to the back pocket of his jeans to procure another bandage. Removing the wrapper, he placed the new one over it before sitting back on his heels, looking your thick thighs over and it made you anxious.

“Don’t,” he breathed, moving to keep you from covering your exposed lower half the instant you moved to do so. “Your curves are perfect.”

You could have worn something more than plain cotton boy shorts, but this wasn't what you expected when he mentioned continuing the conversation from earlier. Finally realizing this was what he had in mind, it filled you with excitement Steve cared this much to take it easy.

More blush rose, heated hand wrapped your foot as he lifted it carefully, kissing your ankle, peppering kisses over your shin and up to the bandage. The tenderness of the action was a bit of a shock, your heart fluttered, breath leaving your parted lips in the form of quiet moan.

Placing a lingering kiss on the pristine white bandage, Steve moved to kiss over thick thigh, then over top of clothed core. Heated hands running under the shirt you wore to ruck it up as he placed more kisses over your plump flesh as if worshiping you. Helping you shed the offending fabric to leave you in only a cotton bra and panties.

Heated hand slid carefully to the nape of your neck as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. You felt his own shyness the act produced; the blonds heated yet clothed flesh ghosting yours, making it pebble. Nervously you placed your cooler hands on his clothed chest, running them along his clavicle to the nape of his neck, thumbs placed gingerly under chiseled jaw.

The kiss, though effortless, made hair stand on end before it broke. The two of you panted lightly across one another's lips as gazes met. You felt your neck and chest heating up, but it felt like his was as well under your touch.

“You want this,” he asked quietly, pulling you with him as he sat up on his knees between your spread thighs.

Keeping hold of the blond as you sat up along with him, you cherished along heated jaw, giving a reassuring smile. You knew more than anything this was exactly what you wanted.

“Yes,” you whispered, releasing Steve as he sat back on his heels to pull the tight shirt off, taught flesh on display and making your own body heat up more, but from what you could tell in the dim light, he was blushing as well.

“All I want to hear,” he breathed, leaning forward to take you lips once more, hearing his belt unlatch and feeling him move to kick the pants off.

Gently Steve laid you back, hand caressing over your bruised leg as he tenderly looped fingers into the band of your panties to remove them. Giving them a fling, Steve shifted so he was positioned between your spread thighs.

Caressing along your side, one hand slipped to the nape of your neck while you felt the other pass between you both, knowing it was to help line up with your core as velvet tip prodded gently. Slowly Steve rocked his hips, nudging at wet entrance, making you whimper while his thumb caressed your jaw.

"Let me," he spoke, hinting you allow him to do all the movement to seat inside you. You were thankful, more than your knee hurt from the fall.

Mewling whimpers passed your lips as Steve's girth pressed teasingly slow into you. The captains cock throbbed and filled you perfectly, toned hips nestling between your plump thighs like the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle.

With breathy moans, chills ran your body while relishing in the way the blond bowed over your thick frame, peppering kisses over your heated neck. The blonds gentleness was more of a turn on than you thought possible, the feel of Steve's girth buried deep, stretching, filling you was the flawless end to this disaster of a day.

Slowly his hips began to move like his lips, kissing over your tepid flesh before finding your own once more. Heated hand fell to plump hip to squeeze the soft flesh tenderly while he took his time gliding in and out of your heated core.

The feel of the captains girth moving beautifully between slick folds was mind numbing and comforting. Lips pressing harder to yours had you willingly parting them, granting his tongue entrance and chance to taste of one another.

Letting out a needy moan down his throat, you moved your hips gingerly against his. Throbbing manhood sliding deeper, touching areas you hadn't a clue needed friction and making you whimper for more as his lips left yours to allow you both a breath.

You felt an end approaching faster than hoped but the quiet panting of the captain had you realizing, so was he. The way baby blue gazed deep into your own orbs made you shiver with the look of tenderness in them. Toned hips rutted into your heated core, feeling his cock swell and twitch once more while you moved to rub delicate bundle of nerves against him.

You felt it building, biting your lower lip you raked your nails along his side making him rut harder as well. Letting out a whimper, you begged for more as the hand on your hip squeezed tighter for him to give rougher thrust, rubbing delicate nerve, giving the final push you needed.

Not meaning to cry out when your release took you, honestly not caring if the others heard while the captain buried to the hilt as he spilled deep inside your womb with a grunting moan himself.

The muscles under your palms shook as he stilled. Running one hand along his chest to lace shaking fingers into his hair, the other caressing toned side as you both came down from your high. It was meant to be a soothing action and it appeared he took it as such, tense muscles relaxed under your touch as he remained buried deep inside you.

Slowly he collapsed to his side, tugging you gingerly with him to keep still proud manhood in place while settling to his back with you draped over him. A heated hand ran your spine as the two of you panted quietly, combined release trickling from overfilled core was oddly comforting as you moved to kiss his chest.

“Stay the night,” he questioned quietly, reaching to tug the blanket over you both.

Looking up drunkenly to meet a gaze equally as drunk, you gave a lopsided smile as he reached to cherish your soft cheek. You couldn't help but lean into the heated palm, your heart beating hard in your chest, feeling his do the same.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you spoke, Steve shifting you both to your sides, softening girth slipping free.

Giving a smile, he brushed messy hair out of you face for lips to fall to yours in a chaste kiss. “Good,” he smiled, calloused hand caressing curvaceous side. “When you feel like it, I'll take you to get cleaned up. I plan on taking care of my girl like she deserves.”

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Starshine Ch. 54 Jimmy Page Fan Fiction

Clare and Jill continued their wonderful chat and shared their experiences together, over a pot of soothing tea and snacks. Jill was awestruck over

hearing the details of Andrew’s birth. And also of the details of his first 12 days on the planet. Clare, as well, was in a tizzy of surprise and disbelief at Jill’s descriptions of their ghostly encounters.

Clare was absolutely horrified at the news of Jimmy’s close call of near drowning. She was shaking her head in anguish, that he truly could have died if he’d not ascended to the lake’s surface. “Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.” Clare exclaimed with disappointment, out into the air. “Do you really need to scare the living HELL out of us all ? A life jacket could’ve prevented the whole ordeal !!” she continued in anger, “ And Jill, I’m sorry, but you need to be on top of these things for him also, my dear. You’re his significant other. Therefore, you need to know these details about his lack of certain abilities and keep him safe. For example, what if he said he needed to get someplace quickly and attempted to drive himself ? Would you stand there and let him ? No !! He’s not always the sharpest tool in the shed ! He takes chances. Dumb ones. Yes, he belongs to you, but guess what ? He also belongs to the world !! He’s loved by millions, and I’m not exaggerating. But, like most men, he is careless and negligent with his precious life. Well then, you’re going to have to keep a second set of eyes on him. Ya know, like a little kid. Save him from his own negligence.“

Jill : Oh, Clare. You are so right ! I’m the dumbass here, too. I should’ve been alert to this the entire time. I vaguely remember him mentioning once, many months ago, that he is not a swimmer. I should have stored that info in the very front row of my files. In my head. Instead, he could’ve died, without me watching over him. Thank you for the heads up my friend. You taught me an important lesson today. I didn’t know he needed a mom.

Clare : NOT just him !! They ALL do ! What do you think the definition of “wife” is ? Here’s a clue : It starts with M. and it ends with “om”.

The two of them laughed so hard at that, they were spitting out tea in their hysterics. Clare mentioned, Jill, you look a little pink. Are you feeling ok ?

Jill : Yeah, I’m ok. Not bursting with health and glory but, ok.

The truth was, that she felt much too warm and a bit uncomfortable, but no big deal. However, she thought to herself, no way am I gonna risk holding the baby, if Clare invites me to.

A moment later, a few little cries were heard, coming from the living room.

Clare : Oh it’s my sweet little Baboo !! I’ll be right there babe !!

She exited and came back in, holding the tiny wiggling bundle. She said he needed to eat, and she unbuttoned her top and began breast feeding him. Oh my goodness, it was so beautiful. How he hung on and sucked with his most adorable teeny mouth ! As he did, John Henry could be heard, climbing the stairs from the downstairs studio. As he entered the room, he said,

” Jilly ! So good to see you ! “

He opened his arms to her. Jill stepped into them and John hugged and kissed her with a lightened grip, acknowledging his strength. Immediately, a little short screech came from Jill. A little scream. He immediately let go and shouted, “Jill ! Are you ok ?!” She held her side and a couple tears ran down her face.

John : What is it darling ? Are you hurt ?

Jill : Well, it’s my wound site. On my side, from the accident. It started aching me yesterday, and it felt tender. But, I didn’t see anything there so I ignored it.

John : Let me see, baby. Come here.

He brought her to the living room, where she sat, then leaned sideways. He lifted up her top and took a hard look. Clare followed close behind, holding Andrew.

John : Oh, Jill. It looks quite red and there’s liquid leaking out from the scarred area. The wound looks raised and puffy. You need the Dr., my love. I’m calling Jimmy to come get you.

Jill : Ok. (looking very unhappy.)

Andrew had been fed and burped. Clare put him down into his bassinette and now sat with Jill, holding her hand.

In a few minutes, Roland had Jimmy there. (They only lived a couple miles away.) Jim rushed right in and was at Jill’s side in a flash. Clare had placed a clean damp towel onto the injured area and Jill was holding it in place. Jimmy took a look and said, “Ok, angel. It needs attention. Let’s go.”

Jim had already informed Jill’s Dr. that they’d be there in a few minutes. Jimmy lifted Jill up so gently, kissing her temple. He carried her to the car and thanked John and Clare before exiting. They both looked so worried as they watched them drive away. They stood there, out on the lawn holding little Andrew, with concerned faces.

In the back seat, Jimmy was so worried. Holding Jill’s hand, kissing it. A few tears dripped from Jill’s eyes, due to pain. Jimmy had her resting against himself. He was petting her hair back and kissing her at the edge of her hairline, saying, “Jill, you feel very warm.”

Jim : You’re going to be ok, my love. Dr. Logan is going to take care of you. Please don’t worry. I’ll stay right next to you.

Once in the exam room, in walked the Dr. He checked the wound immediately. The towel was now soaked with red tinged fluid, which had leaked from the wound.

Dr. L. : Jill, what you have here is an infection. Did you notice you have a fever ? It’s 103.8. It’s from the infection. Your body is trying to smoke the bugs out, the bacteria, that is. We’re going to need to drain this wound first, then give you an injection. Then oral antibiotics, at least 10 days worth. Along with pain meds.

He instructed his assistant to get him sterile drainage tubing and a deep bowl, called an emesis pan. He threaded the tube into the wound opening and gross liquid drained out from it, into the pan. He had tried to put anesthetic onto the site, but it did very little to help and Jill was in a lot of pain. Logan was working at her left, Jim sat at her right. Tears of pain were running down the sides of her face with Jimmy there, holding her hand tightly with his head down. He had a small clean cloth, and used it to wipe away the tears dripping down her face. He couldn’t stand to see her in that much pain, in addition to just plain seeing her cry. He was in awful distress himself, viewing her like this.

In a few minutes, they were finished. Logan dried then placed antibiotic cream to the area, used butterfly closures and bandaged it up. And handed Jimmy a few prescriptions for Jill. Then he injected her shoulder with a strong antibiotic. Next, he began asking questions.

Logan : So, my friend Jill. I’m not saying that this is definitely the cause of this issue. But, it could be. Have you been taking it extra easy ? What have you been up to ?

Jill : Well, I had been doing that, taking it completely easy… up till this week. I had started feeling great again. So, Jim and I went for a stay at a castle up north this week.

Logan : And ? What kind of activities did you do there ? Just resting ?

Jill : Uhhmmm, rowboating on a lake. Swimming. Hiking. A little running, (then under her breath, “away from a ghost.”)

Jim : (very softly) - Uhm, a lot of sex.

That was barely audible, he had said it so low and quietly.

Logan : What was that last thing ? Did you say, a lot of sex ?

Jill and Jim answered together, very softly but in stereo, “ Yes.”

Logan looked down, acting disappointed in them, shaking his head a little.

Logan : My friends, … were you not told to keep things easy and gentle, stress free to the body ? I mean please - I know you were feeling much better. But, come on now. When you just begin to feel better, you do not go out and act as though a life threatening accident never happened !! Did you think it was time for Jill to start training for the Olympics ? Even people who have never had a serious injury, don’t exert themselves to that extent. So guys, please. Please. She needs rest. Even if she felt fine, it doesn’t mean she can go and act out American Ninja Warriors. Do you want Jill to heal ? Or die from a raging infection ? Septicemia. That’s an infection that has infiltrated her bloodstream ? It can be fatal. In fact - I could hospitalize her right now for this issue. But let’s hold off, and see you tomorrow, Jill. First thing, 8 am. If she’s not improved, then back into the hospital. And I realize you’re in love. And you love sex. But - gentle. Ease up. Jimmy,… I know she’s gorgeous. I see that. And she’s probably addictive, and you love her. And you really love loving her, who wouldn’t ? I see that clearly. But please, man. Just keep it at kissing. Keep your hands and everything else of yours, off of this woman. Do you understand me ?

Jim : For how long ?

Logan : (while looking at his assistant, with his eyes crossed, pretend style,) “Do you hear this guy ? He’s asking for how long !!! . ( Back to looking at Jimmy again,) : For a few weeks, ok ? Till this infection resolves and the skin’s fully healed. And even then, Jim, GENTLE. Be gentle. You may hurt her. If this recurs, we may be looking at a serious problem. Please ! Control yourself. Now off ya go. Listen to my orders, people.

They both nodded, saying yes, they understood. And Jimmy carried her out to the car. They both felt like idiots. Once in the car again, Roland was driving homeward,

Jim : Angel. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, challenging you to go out on that trip, when you clearly weren’t ready yet. I fucked up. I didn’t realize you still needed more rest. You had acted so well and healthy again. And I’m so sorry if I pressured you into having sex with me, and so much. I’m sorry.

Jill : You didn’t pressure me a bit. I wanted you. Your crime here, is being irresistible. It’s not your fault at all. And I loved having sex with you. I should have known better, especially at the castle, to not go full throttle action again, as soon as I felt better. I’m the jerk here, not you.

He leaned over and held her gently against himself, kissing her face and her lips. Petting her head.

Jim : I would do anything I could do to keep you safe. Jill, I love you so much, and I wasn’t careful enough with you. You‘re in a fragile state It was way too early for an outing like that. I should’ve had you call your Dr. first, and explained what we were planning to do. And asked him if it was too soon. I should have thought of that. Can’t believe how slow I am, when it comes to common sense. I’m really sorry..

Jill : And Jim, I should have remembered that when on water, you need a life jacket. That’s how badly I fucked up. You could’ve died then. No more sorrys. Now we know we have to be more alert, regarding each others safety. We need to take better care of each other. This stuff is serious. It’s not piddly. It could be life or death.

Jim : Yeah. I know now. I can’t lose you. I have to snap to attention, or I’m going to lose the most valuable person in my life. And angel, here, take your antibiotic that Logan gave me. It’s a sample so that you can have it right away. So it can begin working this moment. He said, to take it now, even though you had the shot. That was a different type of antibiotic.

He also handed her a cup of water he had in his hand, from the fountain in the office.

Jim : And Roland, can you please get us to the pharmacy near home, to drop off Jill’s prescriptions ?

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Scare Them Away | Derek Morgan

Derek Morgan x Reader

Request: Can I request a Derek Morgan x reader where she has feelings for him and they’re good friends. She suffers from slight insomnia but notices that sleeping next to Derek makes her happy and able to sleep better. She comes up with excuses for him to be near when she needs to sleep and eventually he catches on? A fluffy confession XD @m00sethemurderer

A/N: For some reason this took me forever. I couldn’t decide how to end it. Le me know what you think!

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Sleep had been escaping you lately, much to your disdain. You used to be able to take full advantage of your days off from the BAU, cuddling up in your fluffy blanket and sleeping all day. Lately, however, all you’d been able to do was toss and turn.

It started a few weeks earlier with a particularly difficult case. An unsub was murdering families while making the husband watch. It took four families— four mothers, fathers, and six children before the unsub was caught.

You couldn’t help but to see the bodies when you closed your eyes. This case stuck with you particularly hard for some reason. Maybe it was because the mothers resembled your own.

After a few days, however, the nightmares stopped. The restlessness remained.

You knew the team could tell something was off. You caught Reid eyeing your dark circles on more then one occasion, obviously not wanting to bring it up.

JJ was the only one who mentioned it to you, letting you know that she was always there to listen if you needed her.

The team had just boarded the plane on the way back from a case. This one was relatively cut and dry, with the unsub being caught in a matter of two days with no new victims.

You glanced around the jet at the relaxed figures, even Hotch passing out on a couch on the other side of the jet. You clenched your hand around the warm ceramic coffee mug, staring at the liquid as it swished around. It would be a restless four hour flight, that you already knew.

You looked up from your mug when you felt the seat beside you shift, finding a concerned Derek Morgan beside you.

“What’s going on over here, beautiful?” He questioned, turning his body to face you.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, turning your head to look at him with a small smile.

“Now I don’t believe that at all,” he began, looking over your exhausted figure, “Why are you drinking that? You should try and get some rest.”

You laughed sarcastically, shaking your head, “I don’t think I’ll be able to do that anytime soon.”

“Having trouble sleeping?” He asked in a concerned voice, placing his hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, wondering if you should tell him. It would be good to get it off your chest, you told yourself. Maybe it would help.

You looked at him nodding, “Am I that easy to read?”

“Well I am a professional,” he smirked, rubbing circles into your shoulder with his thumb, “why don’t I take this.” He added, moving the coffee mug from your hand to the table beside you.

“I don’t think that’s gonna do anything,” you sighed, “I just can’t fall asleep. No matter how long I lay there.”

Derek only leaned back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you so your head rested against his shoulder. “Just relax and close your eyes. I’ll be here when you wake up. Promise.”

You looked at him over your shoulder hesitantly. He just sent you a reassuring nod, waiting for you to lay back.

Slowly you let yourself relax into Derek’s chest, closing your eyes as he wraps his arm around you. He smelled of something indescribable. Warm and cozy like home. It wasn’t tangible.

Before you knew it you had drifted off, one of his arms wrapped around you and the other one holding up a book that Spencer had lent to him.

You had woken up to Derek shaking you a few hours later. In the time that you had been asleep you had completely buried your head in the man’s neck, your hand gripping at his blue button-up rather tightly.

You blinked open slowly, your eyes meeting his brown ones in confused. He smiled wide at the sight of your furrowed brows.

“Rise and shine, gorgeous,” he grinned, “we’re landing in 15”.

You groaned into his shirt, stretching your arms out in front of you.

“How’d you sleep?” Derek asked, dog-earing his book and turning his attention towards you.

“Pretty well,” you shrugged, pulling back so you could see him fully, “all things considered, anyways.”

Derek’s arm was still wrapped around your shoulder, his hand rubbing gentle circles into your back.

“Well you looked peaceful,” he smiled softly, pushing the hair that had fallen down from your bun behind your ear.

Although you hadn’t said it, that was probably the best sleep that you had gotten in weeks. You couldn’t even remember dreaming, which definitely beat having a nightmare.

Derek made a surprisingly good pillow.

“Let me know if I can ever return the favor,” you grinned, looking up at the taller man so you could wink at him.

“I mean you could always buy me dinner as a thank you,” Derek began with a grin, “we can discuss dessert at a later date.”

A few weeks later and you were on another case, this time in North Carolina. The unsub was a bad one. That paired with the sleeping troubles that had reappeared a few days after your nap on the plane with Derek, it was safe to say that you were in for it.

Derek noticed the circles that had reappeared under your eyes on the plane, but he had decided to bite his tongue. If you wanted him to know you’d tell him, he decided.

He also noticed how tense your shoulders were when the team retired to the hotel for the night, an obvious sign of hesitation and stress.

Derek waited until everyone else had grabbed their keys and gone off their separate ways before ambushing you.

You were dragging your feet in the hallway, your bag weighing you down. He stopped beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Everything okay, Beautiful?” He questioned with concern obvious on his face.

You sent him a small but obviously fake smile. “I’m fine, just a little tired.” You shrugged.

“Haven’t been sleeping again?”

“Am I that easy to read?” You laughed lightly, hiking the bag up further so it wouldn’t slip down.

“C’mon now, Gorgeous,” Derek grinned, placing his arm around your shoulder as you walked, “you know better then to underestimate your favorite profiler.”

“Silly me,” you smiled, leaning your head into his arm.

“Damn straight,” Derek paused, stopping you both from continuing down the hallway, “hey, why don’t you stay with me tonight? Maybe you’ll actually be able to get some sleep.”

You only nodded, walking along side Derek to his hotel room. When you entered you threw your bag down on the bed, your body following close behind.

“Why don’t you take the bathroom first, beautiful?” Derek smiled slightly at your fatigued figure. “That way you can get into bed sooner.”

You sighed, hesitating to get up when your entire body was currently melted into the surprisingly comfortable matress. You say surprisingly cause the hotel lobby wasn’t exactly promising.

You did your business in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas quickly so you could hurry back to bed.

You opened the door to a shirtless Derek unoacking his belongings, you assumed that he was getting ready for the next day.

You kept your eyes to the ground, avoiding staring at his deliciously muscular back. You could feel your cheeks burning with a pink flush.

“Go ahead and get settled into bed, i’ll be out in a few minutes,” Derek grinned, his eyes going to your flushed cheeks and then back to your own. He could tell that you were trying to look anywhere but at his abs, which turned his smile into a smirk.

You tucked yourself into the fluffy duvet, your hands pulling the white material up to your chin so that only your face could be seen. Your eyes were glued onto the television screen that was running the news, but you definitely were not comprehending anything.

You mind was running ten miles a minute with thoughts about the man on the other side of that bathroom door. Emily would kill you if she knew where you were but hadn’t told her. She claimed that she saw the “sexual tension” between you and Derek from the beginning.

You thought about what it would be like to cuddle with the man, your head on his chest, his arms drawing you in. Or maybe he’d be a spooner. Either way the thought made your pulse skyrocket. You felt like he could hear it through the closed door.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear the door open, or notice Derek standing on his side of the bed. So much for FBI Agent, you sighed.

Derek slid in beside you, turning his bed side lamp on as he cuddled into the blankets on the bed.

“What’s going on with you, mama?” He questioned, his brows furrowed as he watched you in your dazed state.

“Nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged, turning to face him fully.

“Bullshit,” Derek began, “—I know you’ve been having trouble sleeping but it’s more then that. What’s on your mind? You don’t have to keep stuff from me.”

Damn profilers, you groaned, running your hand over your face in exhaustion.

“It’s nothing, Der,” you sighed softly, “let’s just go to sleep, ok? We have a long day ahead of us.”

Derek only rolled his eyes, though you could barely see it with your lamp being the only light source in the room. He turned over to face away from you.

“Derek please,” you frowned, “i won’t be able to sleep with you being mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you I’m just— I’m just confused,” you could hear the frown in his voice, “Why don’t you think you can tell me stuff?” He turned back around to face you. “I don’t understand how I can like someone so much who refuses to open us to me. I can’t get you out of my head but I can’t unravel you either”

You stared at the man with wide eyes, his meeting your own with hesitation. You had never seen him so shy, for lack of a better word. “W-what?” You stuttered out.

“I like you so much—“ he paused,” but you won’t let me in and I don’t know what to do.”

You closed your eyes tightly for a second, biting your lip. “I haven’t been able to sleep through the night since that time on the plane,” you kept your eyes closed so you couldn’t see his reaction, “when I was with you— I felt safe. It was the first time in months that I didn’t wake up from nightmares. It was like you scared them all away.”

You opened your eyes when you felt his hand rest softly against your cheek, willing you to look at him once again.

“I’ll always be here to scare your monsters away.” He replied in a soft voice, pulling your smaller body into his arms.

“Promise?” You questioned, looking up at him through your lashed from where you rested against his chest.

“Promise.”

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get-well-soonish-blog · 5 years

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Where it all Began

OK, so I’ve created an Instagram account dedicated to showing the world what it’s like to be me. Might as well link a blog to it, amirite?

Why does that matter?

Now what?

What are you even going to be talking about, Katie?

Some questions that might be buzzing around your head, I know.

We all kind of walk through this world doing what we do every day. And maybe some of us find that significant, but maybe some of us don’t. If you see yourself as “just a student”, or “just a person in an entry-level, coordinator position, or “just trying to get by”, I promise you that means something.

About four months ago I made a move that changed my life so profoundly it has quite literally shaken me down to my core and showed me who I am, what I’m made of. But let’s rewind to just before that all happened.

I’m sitting on the couch of a family I nanny for in what felt like the middle-of-nowhere-Indiana. It’s just about 1:00 pm, the baby is asleep and I’m watching The Walking Dead. My tortured relationship has just come to a complete end (you’ll hear about him later, I promise), my roommate hates me (you’ll hear about her too, don’t worry), all of my college friends have moved to places like Seattle, and Chicago and I’m so sad I can’t even cry. I’m stuck in the cement that I’ve let set around me blankly staring at my MacBook Air as character after character dies and I. Feel. Nothing. I was supposed to have a skype interview with a company in New York but I consciously decide to skip it. “I forgot, I’m sorry, can we reschedule? No? Ok, thank you for the opportunity.” I can hear the script I’m writing for the email scene I’m about to direct. And that’s when my phone rings...

“Hi, is this, Katie?”

“Yes, this is she.”

“Hi Katie, this is Alex. I’m calling on the behalf of Agency. We were supposed to have a Skype call at 1:00.”

“Oh, yes, I’m sorry my internet isn’t working properly. I’m so glad you called...”

A little bit different than the original script I was writing, but I went with it.

Fast forward four months, and here I am; writing to you from my desk at that job in New York *shhhh* to tell you about why I need to talk to you; why I feel my story is important to tell, as is yours. I left that couch, bad relationship, horrible roommate situation, town one month later and I can quite literally say that I never once looked in my rearview mirror as I drove far, far away from that place in the midwest to a new one in Upstate New York.

And that’s when my life became perfect! The End...

I wish that was how it went. But everyone knows that putting distance between yourself and the problem(s) isn’t always the answer. Things follow you and more often than not, it’s time that we need. I really, truly, vigorously believed that leaving all of those people and memories and that place behind was the cure-all to this disease that, I thought, was my anxiety and depression (queue post for later about what I actually had going on in my cute little brain). I also thought I loved change! I was ready for it because change is always a 100% guaranteed breath of fresh air.

Wrong.

Not only was distance not a cure-all, it was isolating and the change was so vast and challenging, I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

My mother and I aren’t close. I remember smelling her nightshirt when I was little, trying to absorb something from her. Looking back I’m not sure what that was, really. Maybe it was whatever kindness she had left in her after my dad left or a smile. Her smell was always floral but sweet and I needed it to put me to sleep. There was a time when I found her, her scent, comforting. But as I got older I began to appreciate that less and eventually not want it at all. Our lack of a relationship isn’t entirely her fault. I recognize that I’m my own, closed off person, afraid to get to know the woman who brought me into this world. But after the transition to the North Country, I called her almost every day like I was five and I needed to smell her nightshirt to be able to rest. I cried that I’d never make friends here (shout-out to the wonderful humans who have taken me in and now call me their friend). I thought the midwest was desolate, but really I didn’t even know what desolate was until moving here. The midwest was a friend I’d become too familiar with and bored of. It was a place I took for granted and only saw the times I’d had my heart broken or falling outs with close friends or dropping out of college after four years of half-hearted-hard-work. But the North Country was an alien from a galaxy I’d never even heard of and couldn’t communicate with or relate to. I’d forcefully thrown myself at it only to realize it looked nothing like what I’d loved and known for so long.

For the first several months, I found no comfort here. The job was harder than anticipated and most of my coworkers, for lack of a better word, sucked. The agency was at the forefront of a rebrand and I’d come in at the worst, most disjointed time in their 41-year history as a company. So, not only was the job not panning out but like I said, I truly had no friends. It was sub-zero, constantly snowing, dark by 4:30 pm and I was beginning to resent the reason I’d come here in the first place; to get away from things that pained me. I drove to and from work in pitch black, every day. I love being outdoors, but I’d never been winter hiking and had no proper gear to get out there and no money to buy said gear. Everything was a mess of pure and hopeful expectations collapsing in on me and whether I created it or not, I felt I had no control over the clean-up.

But somehow, dirty clothes found their way into my hamper and friends were made, gear was purchased, work settled down. And now, today, I feel like I’ve finally gotten a grasp on my new life. It feels weird to write that down... “my new life”. But how I’m living now looks nothing like what it used to so I guess it really is “new”.

I’m taking canoe trips and becoming more active and going to therapy once a week. I had such a rough go for those few months, and so many things to sort out. Through therapy and some much-needed soul-searching, the only conclusion I’ve come to is that I need to take care of myself and SLOW DOWN (As my girl, Kacey Musgraves says, “I’m all right with a slow burn.” That’s kind of been my theme song for the last few months). Take that job, be patient with myself in adjusting, say yes to more experiences, but learn to say no when it’s just too much, do what benefits me. Sounds selfish, I know, but I’ve always given so much of myself to others and left none for myself. And I’m tired of feeling empty with nothing left to give to the most important person in my life; me. You might be thinking, “damn, she’s really taking this selfish thing seriously”. And that’s because I am. Going out with coworkers on a Tuesday might be fun, and I might be missing out on a few laughs, BUT going home to work out, and cook dinner and relax before another day of work is mindful and soothing and it’s what I need to feel like my best self. Learning to say no to things I feel I’m missing out on has been quite the process, but I’ve never felt empty or depleted doing it.

So to answer the questions I think might be buzzing around in your head...

1. This matters because I feel all stories are important and deserve to be told. It’s also part of my emotional wellness and healing. I went to school for writing and though I’m in a position in my professional life where I write content, I’m not writing anything I truly feel could change anything. Even if this doesn’t change your life, it will change mine (there I go learning to be all selfish again).

2. And now, I tell you how I try to stay sane, try being the keyword. There are days I still am so sad I can’t cry. And there are still days in which I miss that toxic relationship, distressed couch, and abusive roommate. But there are more days now than there ever were of fun mistakes and happy adventures. I guess when they say the only direction there is to go from rock-bottom is up, they’re not lying.

3. I’m talking about emotional wellness! A combination of therapy, guided meditation, exercise and *mostly* clean eating does it for me, and I’m curious to know what does it for you. I’m talking about being raw and open and honest with oneself, admitting to your mistakes, and honoring your flaws. I’m talking about obtaining contentment. People strive for happiness but really feeling happy isn’t something we’re meant to feel in our normal state. Happy, elated, excited are all things that take us higher, far above the level of contentment. Contentment is where I strive to be. Contentment is where I feel warm and secure and like I’m ready to take on whatever life throws at me because I can; because I’m standing on a solid foundation of neutrality that I’ve built with my own, small, chubby baby hands.

So... if any of this interests you, stick around and read a while. Also, check out get.well.soonish on Instagram to put a face to the name cause it’s a pretty good one ;).

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New Hope (Joseph & Reader)

Description: Once you've decided to visit your auntie and uncle living in Hope County, Montana. And you met an interesting man in there.

A/N: Joseph is in his twenties in this one-shot. So he isn’t a cult leader - but he's a young man who believes that God is speaking to him and also, it's before his homeless era and even before his wife - he's really young (21, more to 22, I think - in FC he's 44). This isn't the real past of the Seeds brothers - I just think that it could be that way.

Warnings: NSFW content and swearing, just by the way. Pretty long, too.

Inspired by Strangers from Sigrid, also by Warm On A Cold Night by Honne.

It was one of your last days in Hope County, you were sitting under huge spruce and your objective was shaking. You were freakin’ freezing. Falling rain was heavy and your “water-proof” jacket was already soggy as hell. You were cursing at everything and kneeling in wet moss. But the photos were really worth it.

You came to visit your family living on the border of the county located at Montana. You've been in love with this place since the first time you've visited it. You were working as a photographer at the time and this country's wildlife just fascinated you. You haven't seen so many animals in one place before - not even at the zoo. There were bears, mosses and you even captured some salmons jumping out of the water - you and your chief were both contented with the results and your payment was already highest of all you had before.

Right now, you have a Karibu in your sight - hiding under a huge tree with some baby Karibu. It was so magnificent, that you had to follow them through the forest for many hours - and now was the time to fire your shot. The objective was on them and you didn't move and ich - and all of the sudden... You sneezed. Karibu family have been gone in a second.

„Well, fuck me right in the ass.“ You mumbled to tissue as you were getting up. It was almost hour to your car - so you got up and went back on the road. There was a town nearby as your map said. More like a few houses together than a town, you thought yourself - but took the chance to have a rest in a local pub. The town was about a half mile away from the place where you were now.

You arrived in the town after less than ten minutes. Your camera was already swimming in the case, you would bet that. You invaded the pub like a big bang - you stumbled over the door’s threshold and you have fallen on the ground. You heard a loud breaking sound. You didn't give a single fuck about the people in the pub an sat on your buttocks, opening the camera case, mumbling just no, no, no, no - over and over again.

„Pissflaps!“ You shouted all over the place and everyone has gone silent. Of course that you have broken your objective. Your favorite one - the one that your dad gave you a few years ago as your first. The lens has broken right in the center - it was a unique opportunity to take beautiful photos through cracked objective, but still. You wanted to cry but you closed your eyes and got up.

The others started to talk once again and you've sat in the corner of the pub. You ordered a beer and hot tea, sitting in one of the boxes away from the bar. You took the camera in your palm and started to browse the gallery. You have been pissed off and you were adoring the photos of Hope County at one moment.

There was a whole bunch of your cousin's smiling face. You looked at another one - your uncle was repairing his old pick-up named Tango, his face and clothes all oiled up - he was all messy and he covered you in that mess too. After a few other photos, there was your auntie, baking the traditional family pie with plates of lemon all around. Then there was her in her church clothes. Then there was you in church clothes - a long, wine red skirt long a little bit under your knees and white shirt with a light, pink sweater.

You are my sweet little girl, your mommy has always told you on Sundays. You never believed in God, you really didn't, but you came to the church when your auntie or mommy wanted you to come.

„What a nice girl,“ a quiet voice whispered in your ear and scared the hell out of you. He didn't actually whisper - but you freaked out anyway. You put your hand on your chest and breathed deeply. „Oh, that’s you!” He laughed all of the sudden and you were convinced that the man in front you is some sort of psycho. You were looking at him without a single word - the man bent for your camera and he looked at the picture in details. He was smiling.

„Berk, what the fuck are you doing?! That’s my camera!“ You finally came to oneself and got your camera back. You didn't look at him and sat down. Your clothes were still soaking wet and water was dripping from your bun. Your cheeks were red as the communist manifesto and your body was on fire, it was coming to oneself after three hours spent in the depths of the woods in the heavy rain. You reached for the camera case and started to put it in.

„Pardon me, lady. I just can't control my curiosity sometimes.“ He said and you heard him laughing. Asshat.

„Well, learn it then. This is just rude.” You mumbled and he chuckled a little.

„Can I sit down?” He asked calmy - his voice was husky and it was really nice to listen. You finally closed up the case and looked at him. It was a really young man - probably one, two years older than you at maximum. He wore a denim jacket with wool lining, a shirt with blue and black squaring and a black t-shirt under it. His jeans were black and tight - his shoes were brown, typical shoes for a hike in the woods. He had a few rings on his hand and his big, manly palm was holding a beer. Then you have finally looked into his face.

It was a hell of a man. He had a beard and you could say by one look, that he cared about it a lot. His hair was combed into a man bun - it had brown, wild color with glasses with yellow glass and metallic frames. His eyes were like water - lightly blue, almost like drops of the rain outside. He was charming, handsome... And asshat, you remembered to yourself.

„Suit yourself, creep.“ You took a sip of hot tea and then a gulp of beer.

„You're spirited and fiery - I like that.” He sat and looked directly into your face.

„Well, you're rude and weird, probably a thief... And I don't definitely like that.“ You took another gulp of the beer in front of you. He chuckled once again. His smile was crooked, his lower lip was definitely waving at your lips.

„I am not a thief, I assure you. I am Joseph, Joseph Seed. And you are..?” He gave you his palm and wait patiently. You hesitated a bit, but then you accepted his hand. You shook it a bit and maybe you smiled a little.

„Y/N Y/S/N. Not so nice to meet you, but I'll give you the second chance, ok?” You asked and he smiled a bit. His head nodded almost immediately. Both of you put your hands on the bottle of beer.

„Well, well, well... What a lady like you does here, in Whitetail mountains? This town is a pretty out-of-the-way place.“

„A lady like me? What are you talking about, Joseph?” You said his name and he heeled over to you.

„I mean - the women out here aren’t like you, look at yourself. It’s God’s land out here - I swear, I didn't hear cursing since I didn't see my older brother. You are... I can feel your energy. The east gals are pretty fierce too - but right now I’m staying on the North. But...”

„But?“

„You aren’t from Hope County.“ He said confidently. You opened your mouth and then smiled a little. He had some skills - and he was good with people. You haven't no idea how much did he actually charm you - until he showed you his full smile. He was an asshat - but a handsome and charming asshat. „Ok, you uncovered me, mister Seed. But how do you know... How can you be so sure?“

„Let’s face it - berk is a typical British cursing word. And, you're suntanned. How would you get suntanned in this part of the year in North America... In those woods? But... I can’t figure out where are you from, cause you don't have any British accent - I think that you're from South America - I mean, like Florida or whatever.” He summarized all thing and you raised your eyebrows.

„Right, those are some skills. You’re right. I am from Miami, but my family lived here in Hope County and a big part of it still lives in Fall’s End or here at Whitetail mountains. Only I and my parents have left the ’rough North’. But my dad has a half-brother Charlie from London... And that man is a swearing machine. But he's really clever.“ You leaned on the seat and smiled at him. He was a likable man - the one who is shrewd and observant to details. There was something about him and you were smiling like an idiot.

„A lot of people is saying that. I am just like that - I do track details on them. That makes me pretty good with them. And I am a pretty nice and charming man, that sets me in a pretty good position. They believe me and... I can’t tell you all of my tactics!“ He laughed all of a sudden and drank once again. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes were shining like two stars. You were starting to like him, but you were pretty confused about him. Was he joking or was he dropping clues about his personality? Was he manipulative?

„Now, you were saying something about staying here on the North... You're not from here?“ You asked quick. He looked into your eyes and smiled a bit.

„You were listening, I see... No, I’m not. My brothers and I... We are from the East. My younger brother in the local children's home.“ He stopped smiling and tears appeared in his eyes. He went from smiling calm person to a broken, angry man whose mouth was shut in line.

„I didn't mean to be rude, excuse me, Joseph.“ His look went into your face and he looked like a psycho. The emotions were running in him - millions of them in one second. He was sad, then angry, then he looked strangely melancholic and at least, he looked into your face like an empty human case. Then he smiled again and you sighed in relief.

„Don't be sorry, I am. It happened a long time ago and I'm still feeling really emotional about it." He stood up and drank the last gulp of his beer. „Well, mine beer is totally empty, but we've just met and the night is too young, don't ya think. Do you want me to take another beer for you?"

„No, not beer, I'll have an apple cider, please. Thank you, gentleman." You smiled at each other, and the rest of your beer disappeared in you. You gave him your empty bottle and when your hand went forward to his, your fingertips touched his palm. He was touching your palm too, and you could feel the little fire which came from that interaction. Then he slowly walked to the bar.

You watched him silently, your palm was stroking your cheek and your eyes were slightly closed. He walked slowly, his butt and hips were moving in little circles. He's walking like a freakin' cowboy... And you found it really attractive - all of the sudden. Well, it was the first cowboy that ever attracted you. Not even your internet date from Texas didn't get you as excited through the whole night as that Joseph boy did under a half of an hour. You sighted for yourself, and when he was away enough, you started to try to look like a human. You set your hair free, let the waterdrops falling on a wet t-shirt. The rest of your clothes was thrown all over nearby heating.

You knew that your skin looked unhealthy pale, there were some pimples on your forehead and there was no make-up in the vicinity of five miles. You started to panic - all sudden, your confidence was gone and the only thing you wanted was not to like a potato. But although you looked like a total cadaver, it looked that he likes you. You went redder even though you thought that it isn't possible.

He came back after a pretty long time. With a cider for you, a beer for him and two shots of green liquid. You almost calmed down, when showed up.

„Well, how much am I going to pay you?”

„It's my treat, (Y/N). You will pay me back by an hour, or two of talking and listening. I would like to get you to know something about me. And, in the opposite direction, of course.“ He smiled and gave one of the shots to you. It smelled like your toothpaste. „On meeting new people?“ „On meeting new Josephs.“ You smiled back and let your hair fall on your shoulder.

He was really suave and after some alcohol, he started to become more and more handsome. You were talking almost the whole time - and he was a flawless listener. He laughed where he had to, he comforted you when he had to and his eyes smiled at you the whole time. You just didn't shut up.

„And that's the whole story.“ You finished. You finished the whole story of how your father took you and your siblings fishing. And you got a dog named Cargo in there.

„Yeah... He was.“ Your cider was empty. „Now you. How was your childhood like?“ You looked deeply into his eyes. The happy cowboy was gone in a second - he shut up and thought a few minutes. Then he smiled gloomily, and finally sight.

„But my life isn’t some kind of fairytale. And it is not going to be “happily ever after,” I think, you know? We moved here from a small town in Georgia. I have two brothers - Jacob, who is in war and John, that's the young one. I have talked to Jacob many months ago for the last time. He's gone missing two months ago, and I hope that he's alive somewhere out there. I pray for him every single evening. John is nine years old now. It was that one evening I drove Jacob to an airport in Montana when John stayed at home with parents... And they have beaten him up as a dog. Or that's the story I've heard from him. They've beaten him up just because he refused something, he said no. My parents... They were really strange. They were strongly believing Christians. Their love for Jesus was stronger than their love for anything else - even stronger than love for their own children. I didn't grow up in our so-called home... Let me tell you why. When I was a little boy, I didn't want to go back to our house after school because they were beating me, they forced me to read the Bible over and over again. To keep down and be quiet. I ran away many times - but police caught me and dragged me back to that house. How I said, they have beaten you really hard after you did something against God’s will. I was their main concern before John was born - Jacob knew how to defend himself. But he couldn't defend me. I was afraid to come back from school. I ran away from home when I was eighteen. I ran for days and night, further and further. Only Jacob knew where I was. But he had to go back to Iran, and John stayed alone. A six-year-old boy with those freaks for freakin’ three years... He’s a sensitive child. He is curious, full of love inside - but on the outside? Those freaks made him look like a body without a soul. The nuns told me, that he refused to eat for the first few months. He only ate when he was starving... Now, I’m trying to get him into foster care. I will be a good brother to him - after all those years.“ He said with cracked-up voice. He lowered his head into his lap and it looked like wanted to cry and tried not to really hard. He pushed his jaws against each other and he was breathing loudly.

You get up and sit next to him, your head was leaning back on his shoulder and your palm was stroking his back only in the shirt. He was warm and he smelled nice - you started to warming up next to that cowboy. It was the alcohol you had, in a part. And you liked him too. Maybe he was an asshat - but you changed your opinion and you started to like him about an hour ago.

You decided not to ask more. Not to ask about his brothers or parents. No more questions. „It’s ok, Joseph. Don't get stuck in your memories. You are persuading me that you aren't a creep and thief, don't you remember?“ You whispered and he laughed lightly. Your heart melted a little and you pushed yourself closer to him. You kissed him into hair and your look entwined.

„Can I tell you something else?“ He was millimeters away from you and you felt his breath and you even smell it. An oh boy, it was turning you on so bad. But you controlled your temper and smiled innocently.

„Of course you can. I am here for you.“

„Sometimes I can hear sort of a... A voice inside my head. It is talking to me (Y/N). Sometimes it whispers... Sometimes it shouts. I can hear it since I was seven years old - since my father beat me up with a belt for the first time. I don't think that I'm losing my sanity. The voice is helping and it is telling me something about a future plan it has for me - that I will be a savior. But I have to walk my path on this earth to be the savior. You know? Maybe I will make a difference in the future. I think that God’s chosen me as his Prophet.“ He looked on his shoes again and shut up for a moment. „Does it sound as crazy as I think it does?“

You didn’t want to answer him directly, yes or no. He was a broken man inside and you felt it from his words and from the voice timbre he had. Both of you stayed quiet for a while. You held his palm in yours and smiled a bit.

„Is that voice talking to you right now, you creep?“

„You would bet your ass it does.“ You heard the first and the last curse word from his mouth in his husky and calm voice.

„What does it say?“ You swallowed and your eyes met again.

„That this is a good idea.“

And so, you walked hand in hand out of the pub. The rain was pouring from the sky even more than before, mud and puddles were everywhere. You two ran through the city and both of you were giggling like children. You ran into some tall grass and you were all soaked up again. But you actually didn't give a fuck about that.

The cowboy was holding your hand as tight as no one before, he was laughing and looking at you as if you were some sort of an angel. He kissed you in the pub passionately - and oh boy, he was a good kisser. Everything was shining and you couldn't get your eyes off him. You were drunk and excited after a really long time and it was beautiful.

You two ran into a carn.

„My room is up there. Come on, (Y/N).“ He took your hand and pulled you to the stairs. And he didn't lie - there was a door to the added room for rent. He unlocked it and invited you inside. There were a bed and a mirror, two windows with a view oriented to the wilderness and a small bathroom. That was all.

You finally looked at yourself - and sweet baby Jesus, you were looking like a total piece of shit. Your tracking trousers weren't lightly blue anymore - the mud was all over them and they were soaking wet. The water was dripping out of your hair and then you've seen your face. You smiled at yourself - you were looking like a seventeen years old girl. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes were melting with excitement. Your hair was everywhere and still - somehow you were turning that cowboy on.

„Come. Don't be shy and make yourself home.“

„I can’t. I am totally dirty. The mud would be everywhere.“

He smiled and you looked at him. His hair was out of the man bun - and you were lost in that moment so hard. He was slowly walking like a cowboy, smiling a little. He was... He was anything but creepy or looking like an idiot. He so sexy in that moment, that you started to beg God to let him fuck you as hard he could.

He took you your camera case and carefully lied it on his bedside table. He went back to you, unzipped your jacket. It fell by its own will. He slowly unzipped your hoodie and helped you out of it. You stood there, cold as hell, the rain was pouring outside and the thunderstorm began. And still, you were fascinated by that man. He kissed you one more time meanwhile his palms were playing with the hem of your T-shirt, slowly peeling off the wet material off your body. It was gone in an instant and both you were shirtless.

You caressed his hair with your fingers, locked them here and you even pulled a little. You felt his fingers on your trousers zip and you were defenseless, without breath. You sighed with lust in your belly when his ice cold fingertips touched your burning skin. Then he lowered himself on his knees, his lips were wandering all over your curves, putting soaked trousers away of your body. Then he took off your shoes and socks. You almost fell down, when he stood up. He did the same thing as he was lowering down - he closed his eyes and wander on your shin and thigh, going up to your belly and your breasts. You stood there only in your underwear, barely breathing.

„As I said before, angel. Make yourself at home.“ He smiled and went off taking his clothes. So you moved towards the bed, feeling insecure clothed only in your underwear. You would never define yourself as "pretty" or "sexy". You were just a normal woman. You had scars on your body and your hair wasn't shaved perfectly and your pimples were lighting as Christmas lights. So you sat on his stone hard bed. And covered yourself with his thick blanket, it was innocently white and it was really soft and cold. You covered yourself all over and watched the cowboy.

His pants were slowly leaning to the ground, the belt was making noises when it touched the ground, and then he took the pants off at the same time with his shoes. His bare feet were sticking to the cold ground, so you heard every step he took.

A few moments later he was sitting on the bed with you, touching your bare shoulder. He was warm. And looking at you.

„Don't worry and show yourself to me as God made you.“ He winked at you, the alcohol gave him courage. As you understood, he was a religious man who believed that God’s speaking to me - so he was a big part of his life. So he accepted you as a God’s creation no matter how bad you thought you look.

The blanket fell down on you, and you leaned closer. His skin was on at least a boiling point.

„Come on, my dear. You are as beautiful as you are.“ His hands hugged you hardly and his body tumbled you on the bed. He was heavy - but not as heavy as the lovers you had before.

It wasn't as tough act as you hoped, but you never knew you could have so much pleasure from an ordinary missionary position - and you finally knew that the mistake wasn't in you as you always thought. It was a slow, pleasing act for both of you - sometimes he came in too fast and you both giggled. You could feel him breathing on your skin, sometimes you heard his sights interrupted by the thunderstorm outside. And the only time you could see him gasp for air was only when the flash hit the ground.

The acme came from all the sudden, both of you shook in delight, screaming as loud as you could. Your fingers were interlaced in convulsion and you couldn't believe that it was that fast. You lied to him, hugged his waist and closed your eyes. You felt safe when he hugged you back and kissed your forehead.

„Thank you.“ He whispered and you rested your chin on his thorax, looking into his beautiful eyes. His hair was everywhere around his head - he looked like a Jesus. He was smiling, slowly sketched fingers on your shoulder. The cowboy was looking the most charming and handsome from the whole evening. „For what?“ You asked back.

He didn't respond but kissed you on the forehead once again. Then you got up and spread every piece of your clothes on the ground to get it dry. Both of you were naked, you chatted as if you were longtime friends - you trusted him after one night in one bed. When it was finished, you came back to bed and leaned under the blankets together. Both of you fell asleep really fast.

When you woke up, the sun was shining high in the sky and the birds were singing outside. But you woke up all alone. The cowboy was already gone - you couldn't see him. He folded your clothes on one pile and prepared you a breakfast - juice with bread and honey.

After a while you have eaten, you discovered that he took your camera out of the case and lay it on the bedtime table. You took it into your palms and switched it on. There were all the photos you remembered - except the last. It was him, photographed in the mirror next to the door. Shirtless, only in his pants with his man bun and the yellow glasses on. He was smiling - and you were smiling too. he was cute.

Then you found a note under the camera case. The note he left you.

Dear (Y/N), it said. I had to leave immediately because they called me from John’s children's home. We are finally heading back to the east - after the night I spent with you, I'm looking forward to the future. We will be good. Please, pray for us and pray for Jacob. Think of me, and I'm looking forward to seeing you once again in the future.

That you, thank you for the new hope you gave me by your presence.

Yours truly, Joseph.

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malgal7777 · 3 years

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Hiking with Tracy 2021: Here we go!

Back to Mt. Diablo we went to begin the official Ride 4 Reason - Run•Walk•Ride Event! Helping to raise funds for 12 Bay Area School PTSA’s:

https://runsignup.com/tracyalbert/Donate

If you need to fill your good deed quota for the day, how about contributing to the excellent cause of our school PTSA’s? Mind you, we’re not the district, we’re the Parents, Teachers and the Students. We get s**t done!

Ok, so on Saturday 4/3, I hiked 14.6 miles to the Summit of Mt. Diablo. My previous post gave you an inkling of what Mt. Diablo was like. And I’m hooked! It was 14.6 miles of natural bliss. I started at my favorite gate: Mitchell Canyon Road and took a trail called Back Creek to Bald Ridge to North Peak to the Summit. Back down was even more glorious: Juniper Trail to Deer Flat Rd to Mitchell Canyon Trail which lead me straight back to the car.

Trying to formulate my thoughts on what I enjoyed best:

The FLOCKS of Wild Turkey’s?!! Not 1 or 2. 20 of them! Like guardians of the peak, gobbling along the meadow, telling all visitors they’re in for a treat. Now, I do not believe the turkeys get up to the peak. They’re satisfied with the beautiful long grasses of the bottom. I’m the only jive turkey among them today.

Maybe it was the GROVES of Manzanita trees? I cannot express just how beautiful these trees are! As I was making my climb up I found myself thinking about my last trip here and lo & behold I was among the groves again! I know it sounds silly, but it’s as if they magically appeared once I started thinking of them! Like forest gnomes who wait for someone to BELIEVE that they exist and BAM! there they were. I know it’s hard not to focus on the hard but smooth rust colored exterior of their bark, but I could not help noticing the leaves this time. A soft pastel Easter green in the shape of an almond. How beautifully these two colors meshed together: Burnt Sienna & pastel green. If you have any artist sensibility at all and love color, nature is by far the best place to find inspiration.

Or maybe it was the wildflowers that are now in full bloom, especially at the top? Talk about color! Purples, yellows, whites, pinks, reds...like a natural Seurat painting that you’re viewing up close. If I was able to pull away and view at even higher elevations, oh the images they would produce!

I guess I would HAVE to say the views. Breathtaking. It was such a glorious blue sky day too! It’s not easy to get up there mind you. 90% of the trip is fairly do-able. The trail zigs-zags up to North Peak. You start to get a bit cocky. Looking up and seeing the visitor center building of the Summit, I began my chant, “I’m coming to get ya! I’ll be done in no time!” And like that...Instant Karma. That building turned into Zeus throwing an extremely steep hill/lighting bolt my way. Because it got pretty steep suddenly and my heart was pumping. My chant turned to Fred Sanford...”I’m coming to join you Elizabeth!”. But, WOW! It felt as if I was in the Swiss Alps viewing the scenic towns within the rolling green hills below me. A modern day Elizabeth Bennett walking through the rolling hills of Pemberley.

Day TWO. Sunday, 4/4. Inspiration Pt / Nimitz Way to Wildcat Canyon Peak loop back via Wildcat Canyon Trail and Gorge. 12.1 miles.

After my Saturday hike, I treated myself to a nice cold ice bath! Yup, sat in the tub, ran the cold water and to Charlotte’s delight she dumped a bag of ice onto my legs. I lasted about 5 minutes. Then finished off in a hot shower. And you know what?? It worked! On Sunday, my legs were feeling pretty darn good and ready for Day TWO! Nimitz Way trail to Wildcat Canyon Trail loop. 12.1 miles.

I got a late start since it was Easter Sunday. Charlotte had fun hiding the eggs for us and I had fun beating Bob in finding them. BTW, I’m not competitive in anyway. Nah! Not me. My own personal Christ had risen and he was ready to find the most eggs and walk the most miles. Thank You Jesus!

This hike was interesting because for the first half you’re walking along a ridge overlooking the Bay to the West and the Valley to the East. The second half you’re down in the canyon walking along a river stream (which I had no idea existed). Tons of animal sightings: Cattle, goats, deer, turkeys, bunnies and a few coyotes. The cattle are a bit unnerving. They’re docile, but BIG. Me no likey anything that big that moves. AND they’re very close to the trail, so you need to give them a wide berth as you pass by. The really creepy ones sit and stare at you from the bushes. Pretty startling you as you walk past.

The goats are awesome. A centuries old practice for wildfire management. Hundreds of goats chomping away at the tall grass! They’re herded by a Shepard and his dog. The Shepard sits in his trailer, but now and again you see the dog patrolling the electric fence they have to keep the goats in a particular area. The views this person gets while the goats munch on the grass is amazing. Best seat in the house.

The fun part of this hike was walking in the open air along the ridge and looking back to see my friend Mount Diablo. Crazy how I was just there less than 24 hours ago walking along it’s trails and staring down on this very spot.

Then there’s the return through the canyon. Not too much to say here. It’s a gravel path that looks up at the ridge you were just walking along. The really cool part is when you reach Tilden and you get to the Wildcat Canyon GORGE trail. Now, I am not that familiar with Tilden Regional park. I live 10 minutes from it and have never truly explored. We’ve been to the steam train, farm and Merry-Go-Round when Charlotte was little, but I seem to always get lost. Lost while driving. The roads do not make sense to me and god forbid you go through there at night. Even walking through this Sunday I was confused. All these nooks and crannies of parking lots. Anyway, must get brave and figure this park out.

But, the GORGE trail is pretty spectacular. Really beautiful. It was a great way to end my journey because it brings you back up to Inspiration Pt. A perfect loop.

So this weekend is a big one. Macdonald Gate in Oakland to Lake Chabot in Castro Valley. Around the Lake and back. 20 miles. Wish me luck and I’m sure you’ll read all about it!

As Louie Anderson always says...Be Good to your Families!

Peace Out!

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sincerlyyme-blog · 7 years

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One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!

“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. “Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. “Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. “Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. “I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.” “Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

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Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

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The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.

Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.

Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

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theonewhereiramble · 4 years

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The One With the Decade Ending

Since we are just days away from 2020, I wanted to reflect on the past 10 years.

2010: Took my life in my hands and jump started my weight loss journey. Was in my second semester of college, still unsure of my future career goals but tackling 19 credit hours with a 3.97 GPA. That summer, my grandma had her first of 3 heart attacks and I took care of her. My insistence of getting her up to walk is what lead me to choosing a path in nursing. She thought I would be an excellent nurse with my no BS attitude. I became an RA to cut down on student loans and to live roommate free since I had the best freshman roommate ever and didn’t want to risk meeting someone awful. Our different majors took us out of the same dorm. Thanksgiving break my grandma had her second heart attack and this encouraged me to work harder to get into nursing school.

2011: I lost my brother in January due to medical negligence in Florida. In April, I lost my grandma to her third and final heart attack. I didn’t show up to any of my finals because everything happened during finals week. My GPA wasn’t wrecked completely, as my grades were high enough without my finals. Some let me take the test later due to the circumstances, others said my percentage was already high and not to worry about it. I spiraled down a dark path of binge drinking and not really sleeping for a few months. My family was torn apart. The dynamic was weird. I lost who I was. I had to be the strongest person for everyone even though my grandma was my best friend and I was wrecked the most from the lost. My mom decided all attention needed to be on her despite the fact she hated my grandma. I moved back home and commuted to school. I turned 21 in October and gained a sense of confidence to go after a guy I wanted for 5 years. I was admitted into nursing school in December and would start in January.

2012: Most of the beginning months are a blur. I studied my ass off for nursing. It was truly a struggle and I had to rewire the way I thought and studied. Most difficult time of my life. My boyfriend had cheated on me and we broke up. We ended up getting back together and then I cheated on him during my friends bachelorette party. My friend got married and my boyfriend and I ended up getting an apartment together. I found my second cat in the dumpster of our complex. We saved each other and my ex hated him. Our relationship ended a month later but he refused to move out and I wasn’t moving back home. So we coexisted and then I found out just how much of a psychopath he actually was. November came and I met the love of my life - I just didn’t know it at the time.

2013: The love of my life and I decided to see each other casually. Neither of us wanted anything serious, or so he claimed. In February I fell in love with him. We had a difficult relationship and just fought all the time. In May, I took a random roadtrip to NYC. Then in June I moved in with him because he didn’t like my living situation. It didn’t feel right so I moved out again. He accused me of cheating on him and I never worked so hard to prove to him or anyone I wasn’t. He adopted a cat because my two made him want a cat of his own. In July, we gave living together another shot. Things just ended up working and the fighting stopped. In October, my friend found a kitten on her porch and my boyfriend fell in love with her so we then had 4 cats and a dog. Also, unbeknownst to me at the time, he started planning how he was going to propose. He got his best friend and mine involved.

2014: I graduated with my bachelors and was admitted into a grad program for teaching. It was an accelerated program of the bach of ed. My dog attacked my kitten and I spent many days in and out of veterinary hospitals. I started dreaming of working in one. I had no passion for nursing after my grandma’s death and thought I needed a career change. Teaching was always an interest as well. After I graduated and before I started grad school, I went to NYC with 2 of my friends. My boyfriend and his friend were also in NYC, but as a surprise. I was proposed to in Central Park. I started grad school and realized that it was not a good decision and dropped out after one semester. I revisited different desires I had in a career in what I wanted to be when I grew up as a kid. In November I started volunteering at a local vet clinic to see if vet med would be a good place for me. I clicked instantly with all the staff and never felt more at home than I had at that time.

2015: Well, to be honest I don’t remember much of 2015. I focused on vet school prereqs and applied to go on a trip to Thailand to work with elephants. I was accepted for the May 2016 trip. I also applied to OSU vet school and was given an interview invitation. My fiance and I started looking at houses to buy. We had complications with one, as the owners we not ok with the “low” appraisal and tried to get us to pay $30k more due to their own sentiments. We declined and decided to keep searching. We put an offer on another house, we were due to close and the day of the lender told us since my fiance was technically a contract to hire it wasn’t going to be closed that day. We said forget it, it’s not our time to buy a house. A week later, that house flooded causing thousands in water damage. A blessing in disguise.

2016: I was accepted to OSU vet school for the class of 2020. I was offered a job at the clinic I volunteered at. I had the best time in Thailand treating elephants and helping at a spay/neuter clinic, all under the supervision and advisement of a veterinarian. Thailand has less strict laws on what people without a license may do. I started paying back my student loans, which were over $100k already. I had decided it wasn’t the right time for vet school because I didn’t want the extra debt. I started being smart about money. I married my best friend in December.

2017: We spent the first 6 months traveling to places new and old. Vegas, Boston, and San Francisco were all new. In January, a sickly kitten appeared on my porch and wanted to meet my cats desperately. He went into the back yard and I was fearful my dog would kill him. I brought him inside and kept him in the bathroom until I could get a clean bill of health on him. We decided to keep him as I was convinced cats find me when I need them the most. In April, my sister committed suicide leaving behind 3 children. In June, my husband was offered a job in California. He accepted. In August we lived just north of San Francisco. In October, I was woken up in the middle of the night by a wild fire. I was on the verge of evacuation and my husband was in Chicago for work. He flew home that day. The smoke was so terrible for months and going outside was not advised. We went whale watching for our 1 year anniversary. We didn’t receive any of our belongings until Christmas Eve. I hated living there and just wanted to go home. My husband loved living there.

2018: I was finally starting to love California. I was making friends and looking forward to exploring. I got my dog in a routine. Things were looking up.The smoke was still bad but if we went south of the bay it was ok. My husband started hating it because his job was awful. In February I said goodbye to my childhood cat. I flew home on an emergency because my dad was having his 4th open heart surgery. I wanted to see him because I had a gut feeling he wasn’t going to make it. He was admitted into the hospital in preparation. He acquired an affection to his Dr. ordered antibiotics to cover the bases. In March he finally had his surgery, after a month in the hospital. He came out of surgery just fine. Over the weekend, he started to go down hill. On Wednesday March 21, I walked into work, my cousin called me to tell me his kidneys were failing and he was going septic. I promptly walked out of work, called my husband to come get me as we carpooled and booked a flight home. I landed and went right to the hospital. A half hour later I took him off life support said goodbye to my dad. I planned his funeral and had to fly home the day after it. A week later, I said goodbye to my childhood dog. My husband decided we should move home because I had gained guardianship of my niece and nephew. My dad was my niece’s best friend. Losing her mother and her grandfather less than a year apart took its toll. In May we decided to explore a bit of California. We visited Yosemite and that sparked my desire to visit every national park. In June we moved back to Ohio and I went back to my old job. In August I was hired at a major hospital in the cardiovascular ICU. My husband fought in court to gain custody of his daughter. I started my own side photography business which was responded to very well. I visited NYC with my friend, her boyfriend, and my husband.

2019: I wasn’t adjusting to night shift well. I was lonely and with my own thoughts too often. In March I miscarried and was depressed for many months. I started to try to craft more as a creative outlet and found I love woodworking. I picked up running again and stuck to it. In May I went back to NYC. I ran my first race ever in June. Also in June, I visited Mackinaw Island and the UP with my friend and we visited some of her grandma’s childhood. I left night shift and started working day shift, still in the ICU. In July, I joined a group that takes shelter dogs out for runs or hikes. In August, I ran my first half marathon. In September, I ran my second. In October, I planned a trip to Quebec for my birthday. After some mishaps and difficulties booking a hotel (there was a marathon that weekend) I said forget it and planned a different trip. I went to Shenandoah, Washington D.C. and Great Falls Park with my husband and my dog. My grandma celebrated her 93rd birthday. In November I sprained my foot but decided to run a half marathon anyway. It got to the point I could no longer walk, and thus ending my running season prematurely. I signed up for a full marathon in 2020 despite that. In December, I went back to NYC. My foot was finally healing so I began running again.

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definitelyameatbag · 7 years

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Meet the Trouble

Another chapter for the college AU by @drawbauchery!

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“C’mon, P! You nearly done in there?!”

Amy knocked on the door to the beach hut, causing Laplace behind her to grimace. “Amy, stop it, you’re not helping.” Laplace refixed her sunhat, trying to ensure her face was at least partially covered, she could spot one or two students from the campus along the fairly crowded beach. “I don’t know how you talked us into this.”

“I’m nearly done!”, Perri’s voice echoed out of the hut, betraying how nervous she was to leave its security. “Oh, jeeze...”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Perri!”, Amy responded, “Me and Laplace will be right beside you!”

Laplace ducked in, “It’s ‘Laplace and I’, Amy. But it’s true, Perri, everyone on the beach will be too busy getting chatted up by Amy to be bothering either of us.”, before being shut up by an elbow hitting her in the side. “Ow!”

“Alright, alright...I’m coming out...”, announced Perri, before the hut door slowly opened, Amy and Laplace getting a peek through to see her, changed into a dark-green one piece swimsuit. Perri, cheeks blushing red, in turn looked at Laplace in her blue bikini and especially Amy in her...provocative sling swimsuit.

The three women spent a moment in shared silence.

“Uhh, well...you look good, Perri.”, Laplace finally spoke, realising she was staring and averted her eyes to the sky in embarrassment. Amy kept looking at Perri, though she covered her mouth when she found it impossible to avoid growing a smile. “Perri, you look adorable!”

Perri tried to growl in displeasure at Amy, but the sight of Amy and Laplace had made this rather difficult. “No! I...yo-you shut up! I won’t come out if you do that!”

Amy laughed, “Do what, sweetie?”

“That! Well, whatever...”, Perri opened the hut door further, finally walking out onto the sunbaked beach.

She scoped around her for the possible sight of people staring at her. She saw families, groups of friends, pitched up and relaxing or playing as far as she could see the beach go. Down both lengths were some barbeques and nets set up for volleyball, and in the water were more people playing, taking advantage of the late wave of hot weather. Perri’s breaths were initially rapid, bordering on panic, but slowly she calmed down as it seemed nobody was really paying attention to her. She snapped stiff, seeming to grow another inch, as Amy wrapped an arm around her, before relaxing, nearly, as quickly.

“See, P? Nothing to worry about. How ‘bout we have some fun?”

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An orderly grid was imposed on the side of the exposed cliff. Mounds of material were dug out in rows and columns, the dug up earth being repurposed to expand the worksite.

“That doesn’t look an awful lot like a castle, Perri.”, commented Laplace, turning her eyes away from her book while sitting in her fold-up lounge chair, comfortably under her beach umbrella. Perri looked back at her from her spot on the ground, assembling something looking like a canyon out of wet sand with her bucket and spade.

“Hey, I’ve spent a bit more time around quarries than I have around beaches, I am sort’ve new to this.”, rebuked Perri, extending the trench with her spade.

Laplace sat up, inquisitive, “Was this back home? You never really told me where you’re from.”

Perri furrowed her brow, “Well, I suppose you might’ve guessed by now I’m from Canada. A tiny town on the Mackenzie River way up in the Far North, set up by a mining company. One of my earliest memories was having to be told that there existed other human beings outside our town. If you Yankees think North Tecumseh is cold, imagine digging a tunnel through snow to get to school.”

She looked back up to see a set of wide eyes on Laplace’s face, “My word. Was college the first time you left?”

Perri looked back down. She hated remembering it. She shook her head. “No, I went to a boarding school in Fort Herne. I was amazed at seeing so many people in one pla--”

She was interrupted by a splash, followed by a scream from Laplace and laughter from Amy, who Perri could see had snuck up behind Laplace with a bucket, a bucket that had very recently contained water. “Amy!”, yelled the drench Laplace, jumping out of her chair and looking ready to burn a hole through Amy with her eyes. Ducking down to grab a handful of sand, which only gave Amy time to start running, Laplace took off after her, “Come back here!”

Perri collapse into a laughing fit, seeing the two of them bolt away. Recovering from the giggles, she thought about how lucky she was to meet them.

A voice came from behind her.

“Hey there, babe.”

It was a voice that did its best to sound sweet, as if it was trying to sound like a mother making baby talk to her child, but not nearly with the sense of endearing care. The saccharine coating dripped off to Perri’s ears, for her a predatory tone carried through.

She was terrified of turning around.

“Can’t you hear me? I’m talking to you.”

Slowly, Perri turned her head, then her body, to see behind her. She tried to not recoil when her fears were confirmed. It was her. Less than ten feet away.

She looked slightly different from how Perri remembered it. She was in biker leather, like how Laplace dressed when on her bike, and a few tattoos on her arms added to her scars. Yes, thought Perri, she definitely had more scars than before. She loomed large over her. Whether her size in her nightmares was true to how she was back then, they were true to now.

Perri looked right up to her face, at her wide, hungry smile.

“I thought I’d never see you again. Small world, isn’t it?”

Perri was shaking, a lump in her throat making it difficult to speak, “A-Alexa?”

Her eyebrows jumped up, “Ah, you do remember me! Well, aren’t you cute as ever? So, what’s up?”

“I-wai-how...”, Perri beat down the adrenaline, “What are you doing here?”

Alexa shrugged her shoulders, “Meh, been riding down the Coast looking for a good time. Guess I’ve just found it.”

She took a step forward.

“Stay back!”, Perri shouted, wondering if others were watching them but not daring to take her eyes off Alexa.

Alexa halted, and the smile dropped away. It seemed her face, like a sponge, returned back to its natural state after being squeezed and twisted into a form it wasn’t made to take. Harsher. Meaner. Her voice, though remaining calm, lost the saccharine.

“Don’t freak out on me, babe. Not again. You were lied to a lot in that school. All those teachers and admins made you think there was something wrong with us. What was so wrong about us? I kept you safe, didn’t I? You were lonely, and I was there for you. And then they all put stupid ideas in your head. You always thought you weren’t stupid, didn’t yo--”

“Stop, stop, stop, STOP IT! Leave me alone!”, Perri scrambled backwards, her heart booming inside her chest, she tried to tell her legs to move, but they were shaking so much she could barely think to place the soles of her feet on the ground. She struggled over her mound of wet sand, flattening it, before she was frozen again, still looking directly at Alexa.

Alexa bit her lip, swallowing some bile, but the smile returned, nakedly pleased at Perri’s pathetic attempt to put distance between them. “Oh, but you are alone, aren’t you? Alone, except for--”

“Hey, Perri, we’re back. Lap nearly got sand in my eyes, but - Hey, who’s this?”, Amy interrupted. Perri felt like her own neck had snapped with how quickly she turned it to see Amy and Laplace, both out of breath, come back to her. The two now stared at the new arrival, who looked at them just as confusedly. Laplace looked back down at Perri, seeing her stuck in a mess of panic.

Alexa spoke first, “Oh, me and Perri go way back, we were crushes in school, weren’t we?”

Laplace stepped to the side, towards Perri. “It’s ‘Perri and I’. And I think she does not want to have you around.”, she got down on one knee, moving her body to partially shield Perri from Alexa, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you ok, Perri?”

Perri couldn’t speak, but Amy took her turn to step forward, cracking her fists as she eyed Alexa, “You looking for trouble, bud? ‘cause you’re outnumbered.”

Alexa looked down at the significantly shorter Amy, “And you’re outgunned, pipsqueak. Why don’t you and your friend take a hike while I talk to Perri here. I don’t want anybody hurt.”

Amy smirked, looking at the women standing right behind Alexa, “Neither does she.”

“Wh--”, Alexa tried to question her, before she turned around to face a black tank top, with the words ‘Beach Hunk’ written on front. She craned her neck up to see the face of the woman behind her. She had another half a head of height on her and easily had more muscle, she was made to look even bigger by her mass of bright blonde hair that looked like a lion’s mane, her brown skin broken up by streaks of pale. And she was taking pleasure at seeing Alexa realise how stacked the odds were against her.

“Is there a problem here?”, she growled at Alexa, squinting down at her, standing tall with her hands on her hips.

“N-nothing for you to worry about, Tiny.” Alexa got her bearings, but now far gone from her position of confidence,. “How about you stay out of this?”

The larger woman shook her head. “No, no. You see, my baby sister there has gotten herself into a scrap, and it’s always been my job to pull her back out. At least she’s sticking up for a friend, that isn’t the worst reason I’ve had to beat someone into a pulp. No, I think it is you who needs to get out of here, not me or her or anyone else. Since you’re surrounded, though, and since I only beat up people who ask for it, I’ll give you the chance to take the first swing, if you think you could knock me out on the first try. Your choice.”

Alexa was shaking, ever so slightly, like a lid on a boiling pot. Exhaling, she turned back around, looking directly at Perri. Perri looked right back at her. Her anger washed away into a cocky grin.

“See you around, Perri.”

Alexa bumped past the larger woman and stormed off, nearly bumping into a tall, thin, pale woman in a light blue sundress, holding two ice cream cones. The woman turned to track Alexa, then looked back to the group, “Jasie? Who was that?”

Jasie shrugged, walking over to Amy, “Nobody, Pearl. Some twerp who thought she could push around my baby sister.” She grabbed Amy and gave her a noogie on her head, much to Amy’s protestation. “She didn’t know what she was dealing with, did she?”

“Ah! Stop it!”, cried Amy with some laughter, though the laughter stopped as she saw Pearl come up to them. “Anyway, it wasn’t me she was pushing around.” With a mild shock of realisation, she looked back at Perri. “Perri, you OK?

Perri sat on the sand, her face buried in her upright knees, looking like she was trying to regulate her breath. Laplace was sitting beside her on Perri’s right, rubbing her back. She didn’t respond to Amy.

Laplace bent in towards her, speaking gently, “Are you alright, Perri?”

Perri turned her head, peeking out at Laplace, mumbling, “No.”

Laplace swallowed, “Do you want to talk about it?”

After a moment, Perri shook her head, “No.”

Laplace took a deep breath, seeing she didn’t want her to pry, “Do you want a hug?”

Perri’s lips trembled, tears very nearly forming. She nodded, “Yes.”

Laplace took her in , wrapping her arms right around Perri, who in turn grasped onto her right arm. Soon enough, Amy had dropped down on Perri’s left, putting a hand on her shoulder. Perri faced her, and Amy put on a smile. “Hey, P. Wanna get hot dogs?”

Perri was crying, but she managed to laugh. “Yeah. That’ll be great.”

#steven universe #fanfic #college au #@drawbauchery #peridot #lapis #amethyst #8XA #jasper #pearl

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