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bukojuiice · 3 years

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— genshin boys and how you take care of them when they’re sick.

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CHILDE:

Childe has a very strong immunity system. No lame flu could ever get him. Mayhaps it's the below 0-degree temperature in Snezhnaya that helped his body grow accustomed to certain climates and temperatures? Because according to him, he "takes colds and kicks ass." However, after having too much fun and getting too competitive with Scaramouche at the Dragonspine Ski Resort, he's struck down with a terrible fever. From Sneznaya's Greatest Love Machine to sick babie in (y/n)'s care. He's not necessarily the whiny type but Childe is very helpless. Whether it was intentional or not, he couldn’t help himself at all. He forgets about the cough drops he has to drink and you have to remind him about it, when he refuses to eat Goulash fresh from Dragonspine and demands for alphabet soup, or when you're doing work in the living room and he comes up to you wrapped in a burrito blanket, asking for cuddles because "hugs are the best medicine." to which, you would reply with a hard "no." because you couldn't risk the both of you getting sick. (Even though you were craving hugs from him too.) Due to your boyfriend's stubbornness, it took a week before he could fully recover. And when he did, you bet he rushes to you, screaming, "I'm cured!" peppering you with kisses on your cheek and enveloping you in hugs that you've longed so much from him.

DILUC:

Colds are Diluc's worst enemy. Whenever he got remotely sick when he was a kid, whether it be a runny nose or a small allergy, his immune system literally betrays him. So, when he gets sick, he literally gets sick. Since then, He vowed to maintain a healthy body. You've never even seen him get a headache! It's always been Diluc taking care of you whenever you’re down with a cold. You had always wished for a moment where the tables would turn and it would be you taking care of him for once. That would soon happen on a particularly normal day. Diluc approaches you and asks if you could check his temperature. You bring out a thermometer to check if he has a fever, and it read 38 degrees. Diluc suddenly panics. His face red as a tomato and feeling woozy and lightheaded, your boyfriend wraps his arm around you for support as you bring him to your bedroom. Then, he suddenly sneezes. An adorable sniffle you did not expect to hear from your boyfriend or from anyone as handsome as him at all. It was the cutest "achoo." you've ever heard. You giggle, reaching for his neatly folded pajamas in the closet and handing it to him. "Pretend you didn't hear that." He says coldly, trying to not act embarrassed. Since that night and until he became well, you barely left Diluc’s side. He's wrapped in a blanket, his usual well-dressed get up is replaced with a dark gray hoodie and joggers, your stuffed plushies are cuddled up beside Diluc to keep him company whilst he's bed-ridden, and you're bringing him healthy and delicious meals to help him get better soon. When he had finally recovered, Diluc thought that maybe getting sick wasn't all that bad. Especially if the the one most dearest to him could love and care for him so well while he’s at his weakest.

KAEYA:

Kaeya tries to hide his cold at first. He doesn't want to make you worry too much. After all, he's not the type to get so sick easily anyway. T'was the cursed downpour of rain on that particular Wednesday night after his evening classes to blame for all of this. When you're around him, he clears his throat every time he has the urge to cough, He tries to sneeze as quietly as possible so you wouldn't hear, and he takes his daily medicine for colds behind your back. It wasn't til you accidentally hear his loud coughs whilst he was on his phone when you realized that he had a cold for the past few days now. You were a bit sad at first because Kaeya shouldn't have hid this from you, and yet, you quickly understood when he told you why. Since then, you've been taking care of him. He would lie on your lap as you apply a fever patch on his forehead, massaging his temples, as he coos adoringly at your gestures of affection. In fact, he loved the special treatment that he was getting from you so much, that even if he was getting better, he still asked if you could rub his temples to ease the pain he's been feeling from his common colds. Although it is very clear that he's already free of his illness, you chose to play along with him. and so from then on, giving Kaeya a loving massage became a part of your daily routine, and he was loving every minute of it.

ZHONGLI:

As a herb and tea enthusiast, Zhongli is able to keep a healthy mind and body. Chamomile tea before the two of you go to bed and a scented humidifier wafting around your house to rid of the germs. However, after eating something he had ordered for the both of you on Postmates and not knowing there was seafood in it, his mild allergies suddenly strike him with a severe cold. Zhongli hates this feeling. He hates not being able to get up, water the plants, read his books, or stroll around the city with you. He had no physical energy to do anything. He kept your house as clean and as influenza-free as possible. Yet here was, on your shared bed, speaking in a nasally but cute voice, a glass of orange juice on the bedside table, and tuned in to the Discovery Channel because it was the closest he could get to the wonderful world around him whilst he was sick. "I miss hearing your soothing voice." You say jokingly, drying a hot towel so you can pat and place it on Zhongli's forehead. "I'm afraid I can't do anything right now, my love. I'm sorry. A-Actually... my body feels hot. I think I need to take a shower." Wearing a bathrobe or else he'd shiver and have his condition worsen, you help your boyfriend take a hot bath by washing his hair and help dry it right after. Zhongli wasn't the type of boyfriend to ask for these kinds of things, but it was such a sweet gesture. You gingerly wash his hair, spread shampoo around his auburn streaks and small upward curls, and massaging his head in the process. He hums in delight whilst you giggle at his utters of praise, leaving him once you're done with your deed. After a relaxing bath that had probably defeated the colds that was plaguing him, Zhongli is back on his feet the next day. Unfortunately, you were the next victim of this stupid flu and now, it was Zhongli's turn to take care of you and making sure you would get the love and treatment that you had given him.

XIAO:

Calling your boyfriend stubborn when he's sick is quite an understatement. As a very productive person, Xiao always sets a certain amount of things to do as his goal for the day. Going to the skate park, hanging out with you, playing sports, or playing video games were just many of the activities he would do in a span of a day. But, when he catches a cold after staying up too late (sleep is for the weak! According to the Vigilant Yaksha as the mad lad had stayed up till 7 AM) after getting too invested in playing Resident Evil Village, he comes down with a flu that same afternoon. And so, his usual routine of going to the skate park, hanging out with you, and playing video games were soon to be replaced with lounging in the bed, taking medicine, being reprimanded by (Y/N) for moving too much, and feeling like shit because he can't do anything at all. You will literally shoot daggers when you see your boyfriend dashing around because he's supposed to be in bed, getting all the rest he can get. You were very strict with him, simply because you had to. Xiao was very careless after all. You were cooking dinner that same night when Xiao comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering, "I can go to school with you tomorrow." "Xiao... no you won't. Go to back to bed. I'll bring you the Veggie Radish Soup there." You reply harshly, paying no attention to him at all. His tsundere tendencies were showing when you deliver the soup to him and he grumbles, "Y-you don't have to take care of me like this. It was my fault as to why I got sick in the first place. I can take care of myself, you know." You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing yet loving look. "I know that. But, I'm doing this because I love you. You're my freaking boyfriend for petesake! Why would I not care for you like this!?"

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kj-1130 · 3 years

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Listen to Me

Uswnt x reader

⚠️mentions of fighting/violence, cursing, Chad being an asshole, mentions of racism, homophobia, and sexism. Lemme know if there’s more I missed.⚠️

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It was time for another camp. You were the last to arrive due to still being in school and having to be there as many hours as you possibly could.

So here you were in the airport walking towards a pissed off Alex Morgan and Christen Press.

The day before your flight to camp, you had gotten into trouble. Trouble meaning you got into a fight. And word got to your teammates.

“Hello my favorite, most amazing people in the whole wide world.”

Alex simply rolled her eyes and grabbed your suitcase before walking towards the exit with you and Christen trailing behind.

You lowered your gaze to the terminal floor. Christen tried to catch your eyes but ultimately failed and decided just to look straight forward as she talked.

“You know, you shouldn’t resort to violence, (y/n). I don’t know what happened but everyone’s pretty upset and disappointed right now.”

Ouch. The disappointment card. Just had to pull that one like you haven’t heard it just about everyday of your life. You were honestly confused if people were actually disappointed when they said it or just used it as a guilt trip.

The ride to the hotel was full of silence. And not one of those silences where you feel comfortable with the people you adore and love. It was one of those silences where it made you nervous and anxious. It made you fidget and uncomfortable.

Getting your room assignment, being with Tierna, you tried to book it up the stairs. That worked for all of five seconds until you were called into the meeting room.

You reluctantly stepped down and made your way to the space and left your suitcase by the door. In the room were almost all the responsible/‘scary when they want to be’ ones. Sitting down in a chair with a sigh, you looked down at your fidgeting hands and waited for someone to start talking.

The silence that filled the room was very tense. All that could be heard was the movement of your hands and breathing.

When you thought things couldn’t get any worse, the most mama-bear of them all, Carli, spoke up.

“You know you can lose your spot for stuff like this right? You got into a fight, this is not something you need to be taking lightly at all. I don’t care what caused it, but you need to fix whatever’s going on with your behavior and attitude because you’ve been off for the past few weeks anyway. If something like this happens again, we won’t hesitate to take some disciplinary actions ourselves. Am I clear, (y/n)?”

You mumbled ‘crystal’ and attempted to leave the room only to get pulled down by Ash. “Now do you wanna tell us what started the fight?”

You were honestly getting really uncomfortable. Any movement you were making at the moment was probably the only thing keeping you from breaking right now; the furrowing of your eyebrows, the rolling of your shoulders, scratching your arms, bouncing your leg. You probably looked crazy.

You shrugged your shoulders and started spinning in your chair.

Ash put her hand on it and prohibited it from being able to move. “That was not a suggestion.”

Sighing and dragging your hands over your face you told them, “A boy knocked books out of my hands and pushed me so I pushed him back. He didn’t like that so he threw the first punch and I wasn’t about to let him push me around so I beat his ass.”

It wasn’t a total lie but it wasn’t the full truth. Yes he did push you. And yes he did hit you first. But there was so much more to the situation than that.

“Look I’m tired and I have work I need to do. If you want to scold me anymore, just please save it for tomorrow.”

Honestly you had never run up stairs so fast. The situation was so awkward and the way everyone was staring at you didn’t make anything better. There was so much disappointment in their eyes.

It’s like what you do will never be enough for anyone.

The next day everyone came down from breakfast. You went to sleep after 12 due to having work piled up from your asshole teachers. It’s not like they grade half of it anyway.

You still didn’t understand one of the lessons so decided to watch some YouTube videos on it and take notes while eating breakfast. That also gave you an excuse to sit away from anyone who would possibly want to lecture you about your ‘reckless actions’.

You were the last one down. Deciding to already have headphones in—to ignore anyone calling your name—you grabbed your breakfast and sat down at a table by yourself. Pulling your notebook and pencil out, you started the video and took notes while eating.

You could feel their eyes burning holes in your head. You’d honestly prefer they just come ask what they wanted than staring at you like some museum exhibit.

You just ignored it and did your work. That was easier said than done as Casey came over, sat next to you, and snatched your earphones out.

“Hey!” You scrambled to pause the video so you didn’t miss anything. “I was watching that.”

Turning to Casey, you pushed your glasses up and gave her a look that said ‘can I help you?’

“Don’t give me that face. I’m not the one you need to be having an attitude with.”

“I-I don’t have an attitude though.”

“Stop talking.”

You purse your lips, nod your head, and start bouncing your leg waiting to hear whatever she wanted to say to you.

“Look, I don’t know what’s been going on at school or at home but everyone can tell you’re on edge. Isolating yourself isn’t going to help anyone-”

“But I’m not isolating myself.”

“Interrupt me one more time, child.”

Casey was your first team mom. When you joined the red stars, she immediately took you under her wing and she became your mentor. The two of you worked well together and she constantly kept you on track. She was very nice but could be very strict when she wanted to be.

“All I’m saying is you’re making yourself look more guilty to them because you’re sitting over here looking like you’re all up in your feelings. You aren’t in your feelings. Right? Cause that’d be another conversation I’d have to have with somebody’s child and-”

You cut her off with your chuckle and shook your head. “Casey, I’m fine.”

She nods her head and contemplates for a few seconds, “Alright, come sit at the table with me then.”

“But I’m working.”

“Okay. You can work over there too.”

You simply watched as she grabbed your phone, notebook and breakfast to the table with a gaped mouth.

You blinked at her while she mouthed ‘come here’. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself out the seat and slowly made your way over. You sat down and reached out for your phone only for Casey to snatch it away.

“I need to do my work. What did you do that for?”

“Your work can wait. Socialize,” she said while putting your phone out of work.

With raised eyebrows you said, “Seriously?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”

Huffing you turned in your seat and played with your food. You’d honestly lost your appetite this morning; it was only 9 in the morning and people were already testing your patience.

You looked up and your eyes locked with Carli’s.

“Stop playing with your food, (y/n).”

You put your fork down and just got up to throw your food away. You couldn’t deal with this right now.

The two weeks of camp was boring and went by agonizingly slow. It consisted of pretty much the same routine; you’d do work after training, work during breakfast and spend any free days or breaks by yourself (occasionally with Tierna) in your room, on your phone looking at ways to improve and tricks to do.

It became annoying when all the vets constantly reprimanded you for the smallest of things. With Carli, it’d be ‘stop playing around so much’. With Alex it’d be ‘pick up after yourself’. Even Kelley was doing it for fuck’s sake.

You honestly couldn’t wait to leave and at least be somewhere where all the attention isn’t on you.

When you got to the airport, your girlfriend was there waiting for you. She pulled you in her arms and any leftover tension from the past two weeks immediately went away. She always knew how to make you feel better.

The two of you drove to her house and went over some school work before going to bed for the night. It wasn’t an unusual routine between you two.

When the alarm went off in the morning both of you groaned. The school you went to was a total pain in the ass and regardless of what day it was, you could count on it to be an awful day. It was a predominately white school with only 2 percent being a person of color; you and your girlfriend being part of that 2%. Half of them were racist, sexist, homophobic, and just all around assholes.

Walking into the school building, you could immediately feel all eyes on you. Trying to get past it, the two of you just went to your lockers with your heads down.

“Aye! Look at me you freak!”

It was the same dude you got into a fight with last time(his name is Chad by the way). Apparently a black eye didn’t teach him shit.

“When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it.”

He grabs your shoulders, turns you around and pins you to the lockers.

“You see my eye?”

“Yeah, you got your ass beat by a girl. What you gonna do about it?”

He punched you in the stomach hard.

“(Y/n)!” Your girlfriend. You looked up at her and shook your head signaling her not to get involved.

“Ima make you look worse than you made me-”

“Are you sure about that? Last time you failed, what makes you think it won’t happen again?”

Chad chuckles and shakes his head.

“You think you’re all that with that equal pay shit, and your racial equality and women loving women crap. Guess what you little bitch I’m going to end you and all those lesbians and gays and anybody else who thinks they deserve equality because you don’t. You don’t belong here. Just go kill-”

You kicked him in his balls, twisted his arm behind his back, and pulled it. When you heard that crack you smirked and leaned down to his ear.

“I don’t wanna embarrass you in front of your racist, sexist, homophobic, buddies, but lemme tell you. You don’t own anybody nor are you superior to anybody. Do I make myself clear?”

He only grunted but you pulled tighter which made him yell out.

“I said, ‘do I make myself clear’?”

“Yes!”

You pushed him on the ground and walked over him to your girlfriend.

“Why in the world would do that? You know what they’re going to do to you. You might not even get invited back to camp!”

“Babe, calm down. I honestly don’t care at this point. And neither should you.”

“(Y/n) (L/n)! My office! Now!”

You gave her a kiss and walked away slowly.

“Wish me luck.”

“You seriously got into another fight! What is going on with you!”

It was the first thing you heard when walking into the hotel lobby. Literally everyone was there. From the youngings to the vets. Surprisingly, you were called back to camp, but you honestly think it was just so everyone could scold you. Carli was absolutely livid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything at the moment since you were so pissed.

Walking past the team, you attempted to make it to the stairs, only for Casey to grab the back of your shirt and pull you back towards the tables. She pushed you down into a seat and took your belongings away from you.

You tried to get back up but you were only pushed down again.

Carli bent down and stared you dead in the eye.

“What is going on with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me. What I did was what I intended to do. It was no mistake.”

Alex interrupted, “(Y/n), you don’t understand-”

“No you don’t understand!” You stood abruptly from the chair and slammed your hands on the table. The chair fell and it was absolute silence.

You’d never been so loud. You were always on the quiet side and this was the biggest reaction anyone had ever seen from you.

You were heavily breathing, staring at Carli, the adrenaline pumping through you.

“Did they tell you what he did to me?! Did they tell you what he calls me, my girlfriend and every other female, lgbtq member, or person of color in that school?! No! Because they don’t give a shit. And they won’t give a shit until it’s one of their kids getting hurt!”

There was no dry eye in the room. Your hands were shaking and you took a deep breath to calm down. In a lower voice you spoke.

“They don’t give a damn about my well-being so why should I give a fuck about theirs?”

Taking a few more trembling breaths, you wiped the tears off your face.

“So excuse me for being off for the past few weeks. This shit will take a toll on anybody. And you can cut the bullshit with the ‘don’t fight fire with fire’ cause that’s the only way something gets through those thick ass skulls. They don’t allow you to do it peacefully. They don’t allow you to educate them.”

You looked at Casey with tears in your eyes.

“I just wanna go to school and get an education and be treated like a normal human being. What’s wrong with that?”

Crystal came over to you and caught you before you fell. She lowered you both to the floor as you sobbed your heart out. You kept mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ into her neck between breaths as she rocked you back and forth trying to console you.

Casey and Christen were the next ones over, the latter rubbing your back while the other was trying to wipe away the onslaught of tears on your face.

“Shh, shh baby. You did nothing wrong.”

Soon, every member of the team was crowded around. Tears were streaming down everyone’s face. Their baby, only 16, was going through all this stress and pain. Because of something no one deserves.

You eventually calmed down after 15 more minutes of crying. You’d been transferred to Casey’s lap, and your team mom was trying to comfort you to the best of her ability.

Casey took your face in her hands and wiped all the tears off. “You don’t need to be sorry, alright? There was nothing you did wrong. Stop saying sorry.”

You nodded your head and she kissed your forehead.

Everyone was still crying or wiping waterfalls of tears away.

They watched as you got up and searched frantically for something. You got your phone out of your backpack and turned it on. While you were pacing, the Home Screen popped up and you quickly logged in to text your girlfriend. One, because you always text her when you get to the hotel and two, if Chad and his stickman buddies hurt her, you were absolutely going to lose your shit.

When you logged in to your phone, you saw she already messaged you saying that you should talk to the others.

“Kinda late for that,” you muttered.

“What did you say, hun?” Christen asked.

You just shook your head and texted her back.

Gf: I mean we could always try to talk to the board.

You: Or

You: We could go on strike.

Gf: I-

Gf: I’m done talking to you.

You: wait no! Don’t leave me.

You: I love you

You had a frown on your face when you put your phone away.

Casey pulled you back down into her lap. “What’s with the frown?”

You groaned and threw your head back. “She’s such an asshole. She left me on read!”

The team chuckled, glad to see you was somewhat back to yourself.

Your phone dinged and you pulled it out. She said ‘I love you too, weirdo’

There were a few moments of silence as everyone was thinking of what to do.

“Can we go on strike?”

“No!”

Casey flicked your ear for that.

Tobin spoke up, “Let’s create awareness first. Maybe identify the school board, post all the school’s faults on social media. I don’t know, just some ideas.”

Carli nodded her head. “Look, we’re here for you. For everyone in that school that’s been wronged. We’re gonna help you alright?”

You nodded your head and leaned back onto your team mom.

“And if all else fails, we go on strike.”

“Oh my god.”

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Lowkey think this was trash but eh. I don’t really care at this point but uh this topic is very serious and what I put in here doesn’t even compare to what happens irl.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #Uswnt imagine #Uswnt #alex morgan #tobin heath #christen press #casey short #megan rapinoe #carli lloyd #mallory pugh #sam mewis #emily sonnett #crystal dunn #kelley ohara

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cartasmojadas · 3 years

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Another scene from the childhood friends dirkjohn AU I’ve been messing around with. Takes place after this and before this.

John pierces Dirk’s ears.

John is already in his pajamas when he hears the rhythmic tapping on his window. He lets out a short yelp before remembering that Dirk had already told him he was on his way.

“Aren’t you grounded?” John pushes the window open and yawns.

Dirk shushes him and uses John’s shoulders as leverage as he goes through the familiar motions of crawling through the second-story window into John’s bedroom.

“I am grounded, Egbert, so keep it down unless you want to rat me out.”

John rolls his eyes but braces himself for Dirk’s weight as he finally finds his footing. Dirk lands gracefully and quietly.

His Dad and sister are already asleep, he thinks but even if they weren’t, Dirk always moves so quietly John doesn’t think they would even be able to notice.

“You still down to help?” Dirk asks as he closes the window behind him before making himself comfortable on John’s bed.

John turns on the classical music station the old radio is stuck on and hopes that it adds a quiet buffer to their voices.

“Help with what? You should be helping me with my geometry homework. I think I might actually fail next week’s test.”

Dirk waves him off, “I’ll help with that later, or better yet, you should come to tutoring with the guys from the engineering club.” He digs through his backpack.

An uncomfortable tightness spreads over John’s chest. A feeling he’s becoming a little more familiar with.

John frowns and joins Dirk on the bed, their sides pressed against each other until Dirk freezes for a moment and scoots away, and ends up dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

“Why can’t we just do one-on-one?”

Dirk stops rummaging for his supplies and looks at John through the reflection on the dressing mirror hanging on the wall. Dirk watches John’s expression sour as he stares at his empty hands like he sees something Dirk can’t.

They look like an unlikely pair, with John dressed in mismatched socks, an oversized t-shirt, and his hair already sticking up in all sorts of directions like he was already sleeping; while Dirk looks like he is ready to head out to a rave with his meticulous hair and carefully planned black outfit.

“Do you not like the guys from the club?” Dirk asks. It’s a question he’s been meaning to ask for a while. As much as Dirk craves spending time alone with John, he’s doing his best to avoid the awkwardness that has seeped into their relationship. But he worries that their interests are just a little too different.

They just don’t seem to click the same way ever since Dirk came out.

John’s frown deepens, “No, they’re fine,” he swallows. He’s not sure how to tell Dirk that the reason he doesn’t like hanging out with the engineering club because he feels left out whenever he’s with them. John loves to see his friend in his element, it means that Dirk shines brighter, drawing everyone in. But John always gets stuck watching on the sidelines as Dirk’s friends monopolize his attention. And it makes John, by his own private admission, irrationally jealous.

He doesn’t like the way that makes him feel.

“Then why not? I think there are a few dudes who are better at explaining math, compared to me.” Dirk hands John a small pink plastic tray with a cheery depiction of a happy sun and clouds.

“I just can’t focus the same way,” John says with enough definitiveness that Dirk simply nods.

“For sure, okay.” He drops a couple of sandwich bags on the tray. When they make a dull clacking sound John stares down at the contents.

Dirk smirks, “You ready to pierce my ears?”

John’s jaw and stomach drop in tandem. “What?” He squawks. “Are you nuts?”

“C’mon, Egbert,” Dirk doesn’t beg but his voice is dripping with nervous adrenaline in a way John hasn’t heard in a while.

It’s contagious.

“I can’t ask anyone else. I wouldn’t trust Rose or Roxy to not fuck up my earlobes.”

And that eases the tension in John’s chest.

“Why can’t you go to a parlor or something? Tell Roxy to take you to Claire's.” John is already moving to face Dirk, inspecting his earlobes from afar.

More of the tension dissipates when a single choked laugh escapes Dirk.

“They require parental consent and we both know my dad would never agree.”

“He’s gonna kill you when he sees your ears tomorrow. And if he finds out I helped he will never let me see you again,” John sighs knowing full well that wouldn’t stop him from seeing Dirk. He begins inspecting Dirk’s tools.

“He won’t find out,” Dirk’s voice drops to a low whisper, “It’ll just be a secret between us bros. Right?”

Dirk means to sound teasing, recalling the way they used to share secrets and promises as kids, but instead, he flinches when he catches John looking away, his ears bright red. The sight triggers the plume of something hot that rises from his gut whenever he’s reminded of how bad he’s crushing on John and how much it probably inconveniences his friend.

John is not embarrassed.

Or he is but not for the reasons Dirk suspects.

There’s something in Dirk’s tone that forces some of John’s suppressed dream memories to resurface and John knows he needs to collect himself before he tries to make eye contact again.

“So,” Dirk clears his throat, “Go wash your hands? I’ll look up some youtube videos?” he says quietly.

Grateful for the excuse, John jumps out of the bed wordlessly and scrambles out the door.

John returns a few minutes later with clean hands and a wet face.

Dirk smirks, “I said wash your hands not take a shower.”

John shrugs, “Hey, you have a ten-step face routine, I wash my face with soap and call it good.”

John sticks his tongue out when Dirk grimaces, “We will fix that later,” Dirk mutters and pats the empty spot on the bed.

Carefully, John climbs back in the bed and takes in the faintest scent of menthol and nicotine that comes off Dirk when he leans closer to show him the video on his phone. It’s probably the reason why he’s grounded in the first place. A small act of rebellion toward his strict parents.

Both boys shift uncomfortably and do their best to focus on the instructions on the video and not on each other’s proximity.

They have to watch the video multiple times and after the sixth time, John tells Dirk he thinks he’s ready.

He puts on the latex gloves Dirk brought with him and preps the tools on the plastic tray that Dirk holds over his lap. He’s shaking as he straddles (hovering, neither could handle it if John just took a seat on Dirk’s thigh) and starts massaging Dirk’s earlobe the way the woman on the video instructed.

Dirk’s breathing is staggered and John wonders if Dirk is more nervous than he originally let on.

“I-Icepack?” Dirk chokes out.

“R-right,” John breathes out and reaches for it. He holds it to Dirk’s ear and quietly counts to 30 and then reaches for the safety pin.

Dirk’s head is spinning unable to focus on a single thing and instead finds himself on sensory overload. John’s the closest he’s ever been to Dirk since they used to wrestle in elementary school, and Dirk desperately pleads to whatever benevolent power might have mercy on his hormonal teenage ass that they keep his body in check.

He’s also acutely aware that the icepack wasn’t very cold and that piercing his ear is probably going to hurt a lot.

“Okay, ready?” John’s voice shakes.

“Just do it, man, do it. Fucking stab me. Pop my goddamn ear cherry. Do it, dude.” Dirk’s voice also shakes.

John takes a sharp breath in and pushes.

Dirk hisses and curses. He reaches for a fist full of John’s shirt. It might have made John self-conscious of their position if he wasn’t also shivering with adrenaline.

He follows the next steps of the video and makes a move to get off Dirk.

“Wait, what about the other one?”

John groans, “Bro, no. I can’t. My legs are freakin’ jelly. That was terrifying!”

Dirk tightens his grip on the shirt, “John, you can’t leave me with one pierced ear.”

John chews on his lip. “Fine,” He groans again, “But don’t you ever forget I’m your best friend.”

He doesn’t mean for it to sound so bitter but the words roll out of John’s mouth with enough edge to make Dirk look at him with a puzzled expression.

John a lot less gentle and Dirk, knowing what’s coming, can’t hold back a garbled sob.

Glad that the worst is finally done, John gently wipes away a runaway tear from Dirk’s face and softly shushes him.

“And now we wait,” He carefully moves off Dirk.

Dirk nods and balls his to keep from reaching up to touch his pulsing ears.

There’s the loud artificial sound of a phone shutter.

“Sorry,” John mumbles. “I wanted a picture to commemorate the occasion,” he says with a sheepish smile.

What Dirk means to sound like an annoyed huff comes out as a stumbling suspire.

“C’mere, let’s take a selfie.”

John beams, his nerves finally calming and a deep sense of peace washing over him. The bed is loud as he crawls back over and lets Dirk put an arm over his shoulders to pull him in carefully.

Dirk takes the picture and frowns down at the exhausted faces on screen.

They take another one once Dirk has the studs in.

That one becomes John’s home screen.

#DirkJohn #Childhood friends #my writing #I've been thinking about this trope for a while and then ectobaby posted about it and i took it as a sign from the universe lmao #it was going to be ear piercing or shot gunning #I'm straight up not writing anything in order and this probably full of typos because #~*~I can't sleep~*~#One day i won't be physically and emotionally exhausted #and i'll do all the things again

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Y/n settles in in Wakanda. A few weeks have passed since Part 6

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617217077016756224/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-6-pairing

Warnings: Swearing, mention of Torture, a lot of hospital stuff.

The next few weeks, y/n followed a strict routine. It ranged from combat training to doctor’s examinations to hours and hours of what Shuri called ‘Fire Feast’; those sessions where y/n was using her power, again and again, until she would final control it. Sometimes, T’Challa came to these sessions, not to talk, but to observe. But apart from him and Shuri, y/n lived secluded. She didn’t mind that much, after all she had been alone for far longer than that before, but she did mind not being able to leave the tower. Every morning, y/n would wake up just before sunrise to watch it. It was by far one of the prettiest sights in Wakanda, and she regretted not being able to breathe it in. At night time, similarly, y/n watched the sunsets, whenever she could from there training room, as it had the biggest windows. It was spacey in general and y/n liked being in there. Apart from a range of weapons which were hung up on the wall, it also housed the other foreigner, the popsicle. Although he was put into something that looked like a fridge, and had multiple medical cords attached to his head and breast, he looked peaceful, sleeping the days away. Once or twice a day, a medic would come to refill some of the tubes, check his vitals and attend whatever needed attending to. The visits had increased the past few days and y/n wasn’t sure whether that was a good or bad sign. Apart from that, she knew little about the man. His name was James Buchanan Barnes, or so it said on the fridge, and he looked about thirty, maybe thirty five. Sometimes, when y/n felt particularly lonely or sad, she would sit next to his fridge and tell him about her worries. Of course she knew he couldn’t hear her, but afterwards she always felt better. But usually, she went about her day ignoring him, and sometimes, she forgot he was there, until one of the medics would kick her out of the room to attend to him.

It was the beginning of July when things started to change. As y/n wasn’t allowed upstairs, she gathered little of what was going on, but one day, when Shuri came down to examine her and she looked particularly stressed, y/n decided to ask.

“Shuri? What is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Up there. With you and king T’Challa and... I don’t know. But your vibe is off.”

Shuri playfully hit her with a few sheets of paper. “At least I have a vibe.”

“I’d have one too if I was a princess.”

“I’d hAvE oNE tOo iF i waS a pRinCeSs”, Shuri sticked a few more white stickers on y/n hand, “No you wouldn’t. But regarding your question, T’Challa was crowned king a few days back.”

“I thought he was already king.”

“He needed to go through a ritual first. And everything was fine, until we heard of this one guy we’ve been trying to catch for a while, but after we caught him, he escaped and this morning a dude shows up, says his name is Killmonger and claims his Wakandan. Anyway, he brought with him the dude that escaped us and claimed he was rightful air to the throne.”

“That’s fucked up.”

Shuri pulled down her screen to read y/n’s vitals. “That’s not even the fucked up bit. He challenged my brother for the throne and this stupid ass accepted.”

Although Shuri said it lightly, y/n could hear her concern. Unable to think of something reassuring to say, y/n said the first thing she could think of. “Killmonger is a stupid ass name. At least T’Challa sounds normal.”

Shuri chuckled softly. “Yeah, fuck this dude. Also, you’re fine, everything is normal, no abnormalities.” She sighed. “Seriously, if you don’t give me something to work with soon, I might stop visiting you.”

Y/n frowned. “But, but I’d miss you”, she complained jokingly, elongating the u until Shuri smacked her with the papers again. “Yeah, well I wouldn’t miss you.” Now it was y/n’s turn to hit her friend, multiple times. Both were laughing until Shuri gasped for air. “Fine, maybe I can find a few minutes in my busy busy schedule for you tomorrow.” In that moment, a medic came in. Y/n was going to get up and leave, as usual, but she too was stringed up. Luckily, Shuri was with her. Apparently, the medic didn't feel half as comfortable bossing her around, as she did with y/n. Her work was barely noticeable, so Shuri and y/n continued with the check up. “Small flame”, Shuri commanded and y/n produced a small flame in her hand. “Blue flame”, once more y/n delivered. It went like that for a few minutes until the medic approached Shuri. “My princess”, she said in a deep voice, “Could you please look at this.” She held out her paper, but it was turned away, so y/n couldn’t see what was on it. Shuri studied it with a grim look on her face. “Oh, this had just been missing”, she sighed, “How long do we have?”

“We are not sure. Probably a few more months, maybe two. If we’re lucky, half a year.”

“Can we not refreeze him?”

“Not until he has woken up completely.”

Shuri sighed once more. “Fine. We will wait.” After the medic had left the room, y/n looked at the princess in confusion. “What happened?”

“The Winter Soldier. He is waking up.”

Y/n gathered that the Winter Soldier referred to James Buchanan Barnes, the frozen man. “And why is that such a problem?”

“It’s not under normal circumstances. But when he wakes up he will be delusional. He might have a short episode, an incident like the one you had, before remembering who he is. Nothing we’re not prepared for, but it takes time, and, at the moment, I wanted to concentrate on T’Challa.”

“What do you mean ‘an episode’?”

“You see, before he came here, he had been tortured for years to become this super soldier. In that state, he has killed many people, hurt even more. Stark’s parents were under his victims. We put him on ice to help him, to fix his mind, but we aren’t ready yet, so if he wakes up in the next few weeks, he’ll need time to readjust.”

Y/n felt her jaw drop. “What the fuck?”, she whispered, “This is a plot twist I was not expecting.”

Shuri laughed. “Oh Fire girl. You are so incredibly dumb. And I am so incredibly smart, which is why I must go now. My brother’s duel is about to start and he needs my brilliance.”

“Hope he doesn’t need to be humble to win. Because that you couldn’t offer”, y/n snickered, “But good luck! I am sure he’ll smash it!”

Shuri’s face turned serious. “God, I hope so too”, she mumbled, before leaving the room.

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missing-marvel · 5 years

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The Shape of You (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Vision/Reader

Tags: Slow burn, multi-chapter, self-indulgent Shape of Water AU ???

Part 2

A/N: Guess who’s back? I bet you thought I was dead. Well surprise, I’ve got ANOTHER Vision fit for ya cause Endgame did my boy dirty. As you may have noticed, this is an AU. It’s set after AoU but kinda diverges from Civil War... You’ll get it as you read. And yeah, I pretty well am taking the whole premise of The Shape of Water (cause it’s a gorgeous movie if you haven’t seen it!) but you don’t have to know literally anything about that movie.

Also! This is gonna be a long chapter cause there’s a lot of stage to set so buckle in kids.

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A harsh beep sounded from the terminal as you clocked in for the day. It was like your second alarm clock. One in the morning to get you out of bed, a second one when you got to work to get you out of your head. No amount of coffee would make you properly awake this early, but you were getting used to it. A government job expected you to work on a strict schedule, even if you were just a custodian.

You’d been working here for a couple months now. Supposedly this place had some pretty secret government projects going on, but you hadn’t seen anything interesting just yet. It must be true though, considering how much screening you went through when you applied for the job. Not to mention the amount of forms you had to sign. No employer went to that much trouble unless they had something to hide.

You didn’t expect today, however, would be the day things finally got interesting.

You made your way to one of the many maintenance rooms to grab your gear. Before you got there, however, you ran into your boss, Ronnie.

He was a skittish man, always nervous about something or other. He was also incredibly annoying. He’d do anything to get attention from the higher-ups. He was always gunning for a promotion, though he had been in this position far longer than you’d worked here. Most of what you knew about him came from break room gossip.

“Different assignment for you today. It’s a big one. You cannot mess this up.” Ronnie shuffled the folders and loose papers in his hands. He was always carrying papers it seemed. You had no idea what any of them were for. You were half convinced it was just his way of looking ‘professional.’

“Yes sir,” you droned, already tired of Ronnie’s crap. He was your superior though, and you couldn’t risk being snappy with him. “What will I be doing?”

“Report to Lab 205. You and a handful of others will be the only custodial staff allowed in there for the foreseeable future. There’s a very special asset about to be moved here and it’s extremely important that we don’t screw this up.”

Lab 205 was on the second basement level. You’d only been down there a handful of times and you certainly weren’t familiar with it.

“All due respect sir, but am I the best choice for something like that? I’ve only been here a couple months and—“ Before you could finish your thought, Ronnie cut you off.

“Ah ah ah!” There he went again, making that God-awful sound. There wasn’t anything more condescending than the sound Ronnie made when interrupting people. “I don’t choose the people for the job, I just give them the news. Just report there in 5 minutes and someone there will tell you what to do. I’m sure if you can’t handle this, they’ll find someone more suitable for the job.”

And with that, he simply walked away. What an ass. One day he was gonna get smacked in the face. You didn’t let it get to you, however, as he did this with just about everyone on the custodial staff.

You made your way quickly to the elevator, silently hoping you remembered the way to the lab.

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You made it with no time to spare. Turns out, you didn’t remember the way to the lab. You had just spent the last 4 and a half minutes frantically combing the floor for the right room. Why did this place have to be so damn big?

Several faces turned toward you when you burst into the room, sweaty and out-of-breath as you had been running. There were four other people in the room wearing custodial uniforms, all giving you looks of disapproval. Their attention was brought back to the front of the room fortunately, when a sharply dressed woman cleared her throat loudly.

‘Oh great, another Ronnie,’ you thought. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes and stood at attention as she spoke.

“As I’m sure you’ve been told, the five of you are going to be the sole custodians responsible for the care of this lab for the foreseeable future.”

It was only now that you fully noticed the size of the lab. The ceiling was higher than every other room in the building (that you’d been in) and the whole space was filled with so many computers and monitoring stations that there was hardly any walking room left. At the back of the room was a glass wall of some kind, separating you from the back wall. Behind the glass was mostly empty space aside from some complex-looking machinery.

“The new asset is being brought in tomorrow. That means you have today to get this place spotless. This is easily the most important thing ever to be housed in this facility so I expect all of you to maintain complete secrecy. Anything you see in this room from now on is completely confidential. As I’m sure you all understand, any divulgence of confidential information will result in immediate termination and legal action will be taken.”

You exchanged a few nervous glances with your coworkers but said nothing. You had no idea what you were getting into.

The woman’s expression suddenly turned chipper and she clapped her hands together cheerfully. “Well! I expect nothing short of perfection from you all. Now get to work!” With that, she turned and exited the lab.

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It had been a long, grueling day. Cleaning that lab had proven far more work than you expected. Every time you thought you were done with an area, a supervisor would tell you to do it again, better this time.

But now you were home, stretched out on the sofa to relax your aching muscles. You lived in a small apartment uptown. You tried to avoid the word ‘dingy,’ opting instead for ‘modest.’ Sure the place was small, there was a spider problem, the temperature was always slightly off, and plenty more problems you’d gotten used to but it was yours. There was nothing better than going home to a space to call your own at the end of the day, even if it was dingy.

You worked long shifts, leaving little time for activities in the evenings. On the plus side, you got long weekends. This meant your nightly routine consisted mainly of eating, showering, watching TV for a little while, and going to sleep. Today was no different.

However, as you lay in bed, you found your mind wandering. You thought about this ‘asset’ being brought into the lab. You had endless theories about what it could be. You were secretly hoping it was a live alien. How cool would that be? A stream of ideas fit for a sci-fi novel ran through your head until you inevitably fell asleep.

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So it wasn’t an alien. At least, you didn’t think it was.

You and the other four custodians had been permitted to be in the lab when the asset was brought in, much to your surprise. Presumably, they thought that if you got to see the ‘asset’ right away, you’d be less likely to snoop later. The five of you stood in the corner, enthralled by the scene in front of you.

A couple men in military uniforms had wheeled in some kind of container, large enough to hold a person. Through the glass on the front, you almost thought the thing inside was a person. But when you got a better look, you could tell it was something inhuman.

The figure inside had their eyes shut. At first glance, their face appeared human, until you noticed that their ‘skin’ was a deep red and green with clearly artificial design. With all the commotion, you unfortunately couldn’t see much more than that.

A man in a lab coat was fussing over every little thing. He would snap at the men pushing the container, saying things like ‘this is worth more than you’ll make in your lifetime’ and ‘if I find one scratch on that machine you’re both fired.’

While the man was utterly exasperating to listen to, his complaining informed you that the figure was in fact, a machine.

“It’s... an android?” You mumbled under your breath and your coworker next to you looked over.

“What’s so special about an android?” she asked, keeping her voice low so as not to get in trouble. “Hasn’t the government been building robots for years?”

Thinking about it, you realized she was right. The government had already created some fairly advanced robotics that were far from secret.

“There must be something special about this one,” you said. “Something worth studying. Maybe it’s foreign?”

Suddenly another coworker that had been listening in gasped. “Oh my God you guys,” he said, his voice trailing off.

“What? What is it?” You were surprised by his outburst and too impatient to deal with it.

“What if... what if that’s the Avengers’ android? The one that got destroyed right before they disappeared.”

If that was the case, it certainly hadn’t been destroyed. When Ultron was threatening humanity, news that the Avengers had built another android to fight him was a bit upsetting to most people, the government in particular. Luckily, it worked out. The news hadn’t given a lot of details but the planet was still intact so they obviously did something right.

The government disagreed, however. They thought the Avengers needed more accountability. They tried writing up laws of sorts to control them, but it didn’t go so well. When the Avengers had tried to fight the laws, they were forced to go into hiding. At one point, a government assault team had been sent to stop them. They failed of course, though there were no casualties. Unless you counted a destroyed android. Like, completely destroyed. The news footage had shown a massive explosion. The government even released an official statement saying the android could not be recovered and the rest of the Avengers escaped. Looks like the conspiracy theorists were right about this one.

While no one in the general public knew much about the android, there was still footage of it from Sokovia. At the time, you’d been impressed. Leave it to Tony Stark and Dr. Banner to build something that advanced.

If it was here now, that meant the government wanted to study it. Stark wasn’t known to like sharing his most advanced tech, and this clearly had been no exception.

You let this new information settle in as you continued watching the scene unfold.

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The excitement settled down pretty quickly. The guy in the lab coat, who you’d learned was called Dr. Newmann, rushed from computer to computer, looking over the shoulders of the lab assistants and criticizing anything and everything. You quickly learned to tune him out. You didn’t bother his work, and he didn’t bother you.

Right now you were supposed to be checking the printers for paper and ink. They were brand new, brought in this morning specifically for this lab.

However you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the back of the room. The android was no longer in the container it had been transported in. It was now behind the glass wall, lying on some kind of table and connected to countless computers and machines.

When Dr. Newmann wasn’t yelling at lab assistants, he was in there, fussing over the android like it was his damn child. You could hear him drone on about the discoveries they were going to make into Stark technology. You had a sudden image of what the government could do with that sort of power, but shoved it to the back of your mind before you could dwell on it.

What you really wanted was to get a better look at the android. The other custodians’ interest had diminished rather quickly but you couldn’t help but continue to be curious. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near that glass with Dr. Fussy over there, not even for a quick look.

Your watch beeped suddenly, signaling the time for your lunch break. That was all the distraction you needed to forget everything you were doing and leave.

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You’d finished your lunch a little early today and decided to get back to work right away. Perhaps if you got everything done early you could go home sooner.

You were surprised to find the lab empty when you got back. All the lab assistants as well as Dr. Newmann were absent. They must all be on their lunch breaks.

The android was still in the same place, unsurprisingly. You briefly thought about going over to sneak a look, but anyone could come in at any second. You didn’t know what kind of trouble you’d be in if you got caught. They seemed to take this thing pretty seriously.

You decided to do the reasonable thing and just get back to work. You started collecting the little trash bins by many of the desks that had already filled with paper. It was amazing how many notes these guys wrote down in just a day.

As you knelt to pick up a crumpled paper that was on the floor, you noticed what looked like a drawing on one of the corners. You carefully unfolded the paper, smoothing it out on your knee. It was a sketch of the android’s face, messy, but recognizable. A bunch of notes and equations surrounded it, practically illegible. One thing stood out to you, which was a question mark with circles around it. A line connected the mark to a point on the android’s forehead. There was an indent of some kind, though you couldn’t tell if it was deliberate or if something was missing. Your main focus was on the drawing itself though. It was surprisingly detailed. You thought that whoever drew it could’ve had a future in art, maybe in another life.

Well you had managed to do the smart thing for all of thirty seconds. Now your curiosity was getting the better of you. You knew the old slang about curiosity and the cat. You also knew the ending of it.

‘Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.’

Stuffing the paper in your pocket, you carefully approached the glass, cautious of the many wires that snaked across the floor. You couldn’t go inside. The only door in the glass was opened with a full handprint scan. Specifically, Dr. Newmann’s. Not that you wanted to go inside, anyway.

Up close, you were surprised and just how much detail the android had. Aside from the color, its face looked almost scarily human. In fact, it’s whole body seemed organic in shape, for lack of a better term. Though you did recognize the odd indent in its forehead from the sketch. It definitely looked like a part was missing. Overall, it didn’t look like what you expected a robot to look like; all blocky and mechanical like in the movies. It looked like a person.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You hadn’t even realized you were practically leaning on the glass until the furious voice of a lab assistant snapped you back to reality.

“I’m s-sorry! I-I was just looking, I swear! I didn’t touch anything!” You frantically backed away from the glass.

The lab assistant marched over to you, eyeing you over before looking back towards the android. She was silent for several moments as you stood frozen in fear, expecting the worst.

When she seemed satisfied in her examination of the situation, she spoke up, “You’re lucky I wasn’t Dr. Newmann. He would’ve had you out of here faster than you could even blink.”

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You couldn’t afford to lose this job. You especially couldn’t afford whatever lawsuit against you would ensue if they thought you had damaged anything.

“I’m sorry Ma’am. It won’t happen again.” Your voice still shook as you tried to come down from your panic.

“It better not. I may not be here next time.” Suddenly, her frown picked up into a slight grin and she glanced back and the android before turning to you again. “Although... it is pretty cool huh?”

Was she... messing with you? Was this a test?

“Y-yeah. Hey, if I can ask, that is the Avengers’ android, isn’t it?” You had to ask. If anyone was going to tell you, it was the lab assistant that just saved your job.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her smile disappeared as quickly as it had come and she turned back towards one of the computers, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear she’d winked at you.

There wasn’t time to question it, however, as Dr. Newmann and the others walked into the room. You returned to the trash cans as quickly and nonchalantly as possible, still wrapping your mind about what had just happened.

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The next several days were uneventful. You kept to your duties, careful to avoid another close call. Today, however, you’d been told you’d have to stay late with two of the other custodians. Apparently, the security guard had been in an accident and you were the only last minute options. Technically, you were all trained in very basic security skills. It was mandatory for the job, partly because a lot of custodians had to stay late when almost everyone else has gone home. You guessed it was cheaper to train people the extra skills rather than hire a whole ton of security guards.

In preparation, you were drinking coffee during your afternoon break. Only the sweet embrace of caffeine was going to get you through this night. On the plus side, you were getting a ton of overtime.

It was that time of day where a large portion of the people here were starting to go home. You watched as one-by-one, the lab slowly emptied, leaving you alone with the two other custodians you’d spoken to on the day the android had been brought in.

As the night drew on, you took turns doing various tasks around the lab to keep busy. At any given time, however, somebody had to be in the actual lab itself. Right now, that was you. One of your coworkers was out walking the halls and the other had snuck outside for a cigarette. You were alone.

There were only a few lights on in the lab; just a couple of the ceiling lights as well as the main light that lit up the space behind the glass wall. It was like a spotlight shining down on the android.

It had been days now and you had no idea what they’d learned from this thing. It was still shut down. You weren’t sure if it was powered off or just straight up broken.

You turned your back on the android, slowly pacing back to the other side of the room. You barely made it a halfway, however, before a loud crash behind you nearly made you jump out of your skin.

You spun around reflexively, looking for any sort of intruder. What you saw instead was far more surprising.

The android was awake. It was also on the floor. It seemed to have fallen off the table. It sat upright, one arm braced against the side of the table. It was looking around as if dazed and you briefly made eye contact. The first thing you noticed was the striking artificial blue of its eyes, unlike anything you’d ever seen before. The thought was fleeting, however.

In a moment of pure panic, you dove behind a desk, pretending like the android hadn’t seen you when it most definitely had. You heard more clattering come from behind the glass. You peeked over the edge of the desk and watched as the Android seemed to struggle to stand. Now that it was on its feet, you noticed something you’d hadn’t seen before.

The android was damaged. There were gashes in its artificial skin of varying severity. It placed a hand gently on a particularly nasty looking cut on its arm and for a moment, you felt a pang of sorrow for the thing. Could it feel pain?

That was when you decided this thing probably wasn’t a threat to you. You weren’t sure what told you that exactly, but you weren’t afraid. You were intrigued, in fact. You were the first person to see the android awake.

You slowly stood up from behind the desk, once more approaching the glass.

The android tried to say something, but you couldn’t hear it. At first you thought it was because of the glass, but the android’s reaction said otherwise. It’d only appeared to say a couple words before it stopped. A confused expression crossed its face and it turned away, raising a hand to its throat tentatively. It began to speak again, but once more was silent. You couldn’t identify the look in its eyes when it turned back to you.

“Can you hear me?” You spoke up only a little, not knowing how soundproof the glass was, but also not wanting your coworker in the hallway to hear.

The android merely looked at you a moment and you assumed it hadn’t heard you. Before you could speak again, however, it nodded.

A small part of you felt overjoyed. You weren’t sure why, but the fact that you could communicate was strangely exciting. Maybe it was the fact that you, not a lab assistant or that ridiculous doctor, but you got to be there when the android woke up.

“Can you speak?” Your mind was suddenly racing and you had to restrain yourself from just spouting out endless questions.

The android frowned before shaking its head. It gestured towards its throat and you understood.

“You’re damaged...” You weren’t asking so much as simply repeating what it had been trying to say. The android nodded solemnly. You wondered how much more damage it had sustained that wasn’t visible.

“Does that-“ you gestured to your arm, mirroring the spot on the android that appeared damaged. “Does it hurt? Can you feel it?”

The android’s expression suggested that the answer wasn’t as simple as a ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ It started gesturing something with its hands and it took you a moment to realize it was miming writing.

“Oh! Are you asking for something to write with?” The android nodded excitedly. You almost turned to look for paper before stopping, your shoulders slumping in disappointment.

“I’m sorry. I can’t get you paper ‘cause I can’t open that door.” You pointed toward the glass door and the android followed your gaze. “Only Dr. Newmann can, and he’d never let anyone else in.”

The android approached the glass calmly and you found yourself backing up subconsciously. It raised a hand to the glass and much to your shock, it phased right through. It stopped abruptly after its hand was through the glass just past the wrist. It appeared that the damage on its arm was stopping it. The android pulled its arm back in frustration before looking back to you. It waved its hand in a way that told you to step back. You did so without question.

You only realized what was happening when the android pulled back a fist and struck the glass with a wicked punch. You reflexively flinched away at the contact but the glass didn’t move. It barely even made a sound. There was no sign of damage.

The android’s eyes were wide in shock and it struck again, the glass still not budging. A small part of you was glad, not wanting to be held responsible for a possible robot rampage. But the look on the android’s face when it realized it was trapped filled you with guilt. Despite its inhuman appearance, this time you recognized the expression as fear.

As the android took a step back, you came up with an idea. You grabbed a pen and paper off the nearest desk and approached the glass again, earning a quizzical look from the android. You took a seat on the floor, gesturing for the android to do the same.

It was still for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to trust you. It must’ve decided you weren’t a threat because it mimicked your actions, taking a seat in front of you.

You froze for a moment, realizing this was the closest you’d gotten to the android. The only other person that had been this close was Dr. Newmann. You wondered what the man would think if he saw you right now. You silently gave thanks there were no cameras in here. They had worried about them being hacked and causing a security breach.

Your attention back to the matter at hand, you clicked the pen and set both it and the paper on the floor as close to the glass as possible.

“If you can at least reach your hand through the glass, you can write on here to talk. It’s not the fanciest method of communication but it should work.”

The android reached for the pen, slowly this time, so as not to worsen its damaged arm. To your surprise, it simply wrote, “Thank you,” on the paper in immaculate handwriting. Oddly, it wrote the words upside down, not needing to turn to the paper for you to read.

You didn’t have time to respond, however, as it continued writing.

“Where am I?” It asked.

“A government facility,” you said, noting the immediate look of alarm on the android. “I don’t know how they found you, but you’ve been here several days. I’m just a custodian, not a scientist. I don’t know much of what goes on around here.”

Rather than responding, the android looked back at the computers and machinery with newfound worry.

“Where did you come from?” You tried to distract it with another question.

It didn’t even need to finish writing before you knew what it was saying. “The Avengers.”

You muttered a soft ‘woah’ under your breath. “We wondered if that was the case. So, did the Avengers give you a name?”

You wanted to ask more about the Avengers, but you doubted you’d get many answers. This android just woke up and found out it’s trapped in a government facility. It wasn’t likely to start spilling secrets any time soon.

The android finished writing, moving its hand to reveal “I am Vision,” written on the paper. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, but it wasn’t that. Still, the name seemed fitting. The name reminded you of the android’s eyes. Now that you were close, you noticed not only their vibrant color, but the intricate detail in its eyes.

“That’s an interesting name. Fitting.” The android broke eye contact to write a response. Now that you knew it had a name, it didn’t feel right to keep referring to it as, well, ‘it.’ You realized this wasn’t a simple machine. It may well be as alive as you were. In that case, it seemed appropriate to say ‘he.’

“It was Thor’s idea,” he wrote. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Somehow you found the image of the Norse god of thunder naming this robot to be quite funny. It made you realize just how little you, or anyone else for that matter, really knew about the Avengers.

Suddenly, you heard the door to the lab jiggle and panicked, grabbing the paper and sprinting over to the door.

You grabbed the door as it began to swing open to see your coworkers. Luckily, as long as you held the door open only about halfway, they couldn’t see the android—Vision— behind you.

“Your shift’s up. You can go home for the night. Hey, uh, are you okay? What’s that—?” Your coworker tried to reach for the paper in your free hand but you quickly stuffed it in your pocket, trying to appear inconspicuous and failing.

“Oh just some doodles,” you said, letting out a strained chuckle. “I got bored. Hey you guys wanna give me just a minute? I need to round my stuff up and then I’ll go.” Your coworkers glanced at each other before giving you a look.

“Uh, sure, whatever you say.” You muttered a quick ‘thanks’ in response and closed the door on them without further explanation. You turned back to find Vision standing up now, watching you intently.

“I have to go.” Vision tried to gesture something but you cut him off. “There’s no time. If I’m in here much longer they’ll figure out something’s up. Dr. Newmann and the other researchers will be here in a few hours. I don’t know what they want from you but one thing I do know is that that man is crazy. He’s obsessed with this whole project.” Vision pointed at you in a questioning manner as you picked up your coat.

“I’m really sorry I’m not more helpful. I won’t be back until after the weekend. I don’t know what you’re going to do but just...” You suddenly wondered what you were thinking. Was Vision in danger? It’s not like they could hurt him, right? He’s a machine. But still, you didn’t trust the people here. And a bad feeling in the back of your mind made itself known. You stopped before you reached the door.

“Just be careful.”

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Part 2

#vision x reader #vision/reader #marvel fanfiction #vision

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flamestoflight · 4 years

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candid.

this is a breaking point

i really have not been taking care of myself lately. i’ve been neglecting my physical health and my mental health to an extent that i haven’t done in years. everything is just happening so fast and all at once. graduation, a new job, a new city, a new apartment, a hard and painful breakup, an exciting new relationship, an upcoming trip, trying to get my licensure in order before I leave, dealing with all the new employee stuff.....it’s just a lot. it’s a hell of a lot. and i’ve been neglecting every aspect of caring for my physical and mental health for the past month.

it started after i finished my last rotation in early December. I was in the mindset of “fuck it, I’m finally done with school, I have 2 months until I start a real job, I’m just going to let loose and not care during this time period because it’s an opportunity i won’t have again.” And I was right about that, I will never have 2 months like this again. I will likely never even have a full week like this again - free to do whatever with my days, no 8 hours a day/5 days a week work. and at first it was in the name of mental and physical health. a rest from nonstop grinding for yearssssss. A rest from 4:30am alarms to get to the gym before work, of working 10 hours and then coming home and studying, of 5 hours of class followed by 3 hours of clinic followed by studying for my exam the next day, of meal prepping and skipping the dinner outing or the trip to the bar in the name of discipline, of working like an absolute dog to get to where I am.

But it’s turned bad. It’s turned into a blatant neglect for my health. I’ve stopped taking my prescribed meds, I’ve stopped working out, I’ve stopped eating well....some days I don’t eat at all and others I eat like shit for every single meal. My weight has fluctuated like crazy these past 2 months, low to high to low to high. I honest to god cannot tell you the last time I had a fruit that wasn’t a garnish on a drink. I haven’t cooked for myself in 2 months. I haven’t eaten brown rice or quinoa or spinach or chia seeds or oats or literally any vegetable or fruit or anything that used to be a staple for me.

I haven’t spent time outdoors. I haven’t read a book. I haven’t organized my space, I haven’t been washing my face, I haven’t had any semblance of a sleeping schedule.

and to a certain extent, that’s okay. You know, that’s living life and that’s being flexible and adaptable and understanding that your life isn’t supposed to fit in a box and you aren’t supposed to be a solid mold. I understand all that, and in a way I am proud of my ability to break out of my routine time and time again, and choose friends and late nights and beer and a weekend trip out of town over rigidity and strictness and anything that I am used to.

But it’s gone too far and it has been for a few weeks now and I’m just ignoring the problem as if it’s going to go away. To be fair to me, I have been emotionally all over the place and gone through ups and downs that I never saw coming. and i’ve been trying to handle this emotional whirlwind, trying to handle the nighttime depression that has started creeping back in, trying to handle the couple of panic attacks i’ve induced over the past month, trying to handle my tendencies to use food as a weapon against myself, to use self-deprivation (water, sleep, vegetables, fresh air) as weapon against myself. Trying to handle the overwhelming pressure I feel to be good at my new job, with my fancy new degree at a fancy new hospital and not let everyone down and not let myself down.

I kind of feel like I’ve lost myself a little bit. I haven’t been engaging in the things that have always been important to me. At least not the ones that only involve me. I’ve been very present in my relationship, present in my family life, present when it comes to making plans with friends. But I’ve lost the part of me that cares about the food she puts into her body, who respects her body and moves it every day, whether that be stretching and handstands or squatting and pressing or walking and hiking. I just haven’t been.

Yesterday I went with my boyfriend to get his hair cut and he said it was going to be about an hour and for 5 minutes I sat in the car mindlessly scrolling through my phone and that’s how I was planning to pass the time....and I instantly started getting anxious and antsy. Because that’s not me, that’s not what I do. I got out of the car and walked a little less than a mile to the local library and grabbed myself a latte and perused some books, sat down at a table and opened one at random and started reading. I walked!! outside. and I read!! a book. while i sipped my latte. THAT is me. That’s what I do, that’s the Lauren that’s engaged in her life, engaged in her surroundings, takes care of her mental stimulation and moves her body a bit.

It’s very tough for me to be in this state of transition. Nothing is permanent right now, everything, everything is about to change. And in order to deal with the impending change and the stress that’s associated with it, I’ve become lost in the moment. (as a side note, I think that living in the moment is extremely important and valuable. I, however, have become completely lost in it...directionless, unsure, lacking confidence, losing myself kind of lost). And I want to change that. I need to change that.

this is a breaking point.

And this breaking point comes at a really unfortunate time. I’m leaving in 2 days to fly to Tanzania, I’ll be gone for 10 days total in the wilderness with zero semblance of routine and zero control over any of it. Two days after I come back, I drive to my new city and start the move-in process. I’ll be in Baltimore for 5 days, I’ll be back home for part of the next week where I’ll be trying to figure out how to get my stuff out of storage, how to get my furniture from my ex, how move into my own place...and also trying to cram in seeing my boyfriend who will have started classes and has more limited time. I have to figure out how ad when to get the cats to Baltimore, I have to figure out what furniture I need and how to get it, where to get it, how much I can afford to spend. I have so little control over anything the next 2 weeks, my opportunities to work out will be slim to none, my opportunities to cook for myself and meal prep will be slim to none, my opportunities to decide how much time I get to spend with the people I care about and those that give me comfort will be slim to none.

but I can’t fight this breaking point anymore. It;s been a longggg time coming, and I’m almost relieved it’s here. Time to break out the journal, the planner, time to break out the attitude that gets shit done, time to break out the side of me that is fed up with my current bullshit and wants to be better. I can’t let this go forever. It’s grind time again. It’s time to sleep better, eat better, move better, treat other people better, engage more, work harder, get shit done. I cannot start my new job in this slump. I have to be on my A+ game from day one, out the gate. I have to show them why they hired me and what I can do for them. And that starts with reminding myself what I can do for myself.

And there’s balance to all of this. I’m not done drinking wine or eating ice cream or taking rest days or choosing to live in the moment with others. I just need to find my balance again. Restore the scales back to where they were, restore myself back to where I was. Bring myself back from the brink that I have been standing on for weeks and weeks and weeks. It’s not easy, the opportunities in the next 3 weeks will not be handed to me. I will have to fight for every single one of them, and make it a priority.

It starts tonight. It starts with getting my ass out of bed, drinking some water, making a salad for dinner, meal prepping some breakfast for tomorrow, getting to bed at a reasonable time. It continues tomorrow, when I get up at a reasonable time, get my ass to the gym, pack my bags for Tanzania, get all my travel documents in order, make the last purchases I need to make. Make my bed. Get outside. Take a fucking walk. Breathe some fresh air, read my book.

I’ve always been an all or nothing person. The last month, taking care of myself has been off my radar, it’s been at nothing. Tonight I start to bring it back. I don’t want to go back to “all,” because I know that side of it isn’t good for me. I know what I can end up doing when I put my everything into “bettering myself” - I know that that pendulum swings waaay to fast and too hard in the other direction. I’m gonna play some video games tonight still, I’m gonna facetime my boyfriend tonight still, I’m going to probably have a small glass of wine tonight still. I’m just going to also do better, be better than I have for the past month. Better to myself and better to others.

There is SO much I haven’t even covered in this post, but it’s a semblance of what I’ve been laying in bed for the past 3 hours thinking about. And it gets me going the way I need it to. I know what else is going on in my head, I know what else I need to address besides this ^. But this is a start. This is a breaking point. And even though I’m mentally tired and emotionally strained and physically under-nourished and dehydrated and my skin hates me and my body feels worn down and my motivation is close to zero....I’m walking headfirst into this.

My phoenix tattoo was inspired by a quote I saw: “in order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn.” And at the time I got the tattoo there was a specific moment in mind, a specific time frame of my life that I was thinking of, I have come to realize that it can apply in many ways. I’m going to have a lot more downs in my life, I’m going to be burned in my life, I’m going to be reduced to ashes. But we rise up. That’s all we can do. We hit our bottom, we hit our breaking point, we gather ourselves, and we rise.

this is a breaking point. and i will rise.

#personal #did NOT proofread this lmfao #or even read it over

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imaginesnkdorks · 5 years

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Thank Goodness for Crazy

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Part VIII: Bruised Cinderella

Pairing: Erwin/Reader

Summary: That time Erwin and the others attended a fancy party.

“Today’s the day!” I said to myself the moment my eyes open. It’s the day that Nanaba would humiliate me in front of everyone. Or it’s the day I’ll beat her senseless. I trained so hard this past week.

Racing to the grounds where we’ll battle it out, I saw a number of people gathering. Damn, it was those bets. Hange was noisily calling out to people to place their bets. They really made a game out of this. My coach was already here, and finding him was quite easy. He was standing beside the betting board.

“What the hell?” I don’t know what I expected but there are obviously more people expecting Nanaba to win. Those who bet on me would expect a huge payout as I could count them off of my hands.

“I’m betting on you.” Erwin tried to encourage me.

“Of course you are.”

Now that it’s here, I’m finally here, I feel chills. Nanaba is a legit soldier. She’s killed titans, and the only thing I’ve ever killed is a teeny tiny spider and I was screaming my head off the whole time.

Soon enough, we were called to the middle. Hange is also the referee. As soon as she gave the go signal, Nanaba went in to attack! The bitch tried to punch me! But my training paid off – my reflexes improved a lot I feel like a ninja.

I successfully dodged, but she immediately followed up with another punch. Raising both my arms, I shielded my face. “Ugh!” Her punch is really something! But it’s nothing compared to Erwin’s.

Erwin never went easy on me during our sparring sessions, I almost hate him for it. But I can see that it might just be the thing that’ll help me live.

Since I’ve gone defensive for a good five minutes, Nanaba’s guard isn’t that up. I grabbed the chance and kicked her on the stomach. She caught my foot and won’t let go. With a smug smile, “got you.” She taunted.

This would’ve have been bad for me, except this is my favorite move. Using her grip on my foot for balance and foundation, I raised my self almost over her head going for another kick. And I hit her hard with my other foot, she flew backward and fell hard on the ground.

All around me were surprised faces. Everyone was so quiet for a full second before they started cheering.

“Wow. Looks like you’ve really been training hard.” Nanaba said before she runs off to attack me. I suddenly regret being an asshole who kicked her in the face.

To sum it up, I took a beating. But she received her fair share of bruises. We’ve been going at this for more than half an hour, and I am really tired. I can feel my lips are swollen now. I need to finish this.

We began running towards each other and she went in for a punch, which I dodged easily, then I used my ultimate move. I punched her on the throat. I know, dick move. That’s why I love it. She fell flat on the ground, gasping for air, and Hange went in for the countdown.

“ …. 3 …. 2 …. 1 …. Andi wins!” Hange announced whilst raising my bruised arm. Despite most of these assholes losing their bets, they still cheered for me. Looking at the crowd, I saw Erwin practically glowing with pride. I can’t help but smile.

Walking towards Nanaba, I fought all temptation to gloat and instead gave her my hand. Good thing she was a good sport. We spent the rest of the day in the hospital wing, wrapped in bandages and smelling like antiseptic.

Erwin and the rest came to visit. Judging by Mike’s face, Erwin had rubbed my triumph in his creepy face. And probably also because he lost the bet.

“Andi! Where did all that came from? That throat punch was so awesome!” Hange yelled excitedly. But she wasn’t satisfied with that, she ran towards me and tackled me.

“Really? Hange I’m injured here!” My screams were muffled as I was unsuccessful in pushing her off of me. Good thing Erwin helped and dragged her off.

We got out of the hospital wing that same day and went back to training right away. I still follow the strict training routine Erwin prepared, but since an expedition is coming up he’s quite busy. Meaning our private sessions are over.

I’m scheduled to practice using the 3DM gear today, and I am seriously excited. My teachers for the day are my closest buddies, Hange and Nanaba.

Turns out, balancing is not so easy. I flipped over a few times and gave my friends another round of a laughing fit, but by sunset, I got the hang of it. I can’t help but love the feel of the wind as I zip past trees and dummy titans.

I can’t help but imagine being Spider-Man. So geeky, I know.

It’s been three days since the duel, and I’m looking less bruised now. Also, it’s the day we started our journey to the inner wall. Apparently, traveling between walls could take days if we travel on land. Taking the boat will cut our travel time shorter.

The boat ride was uneventful and painfully boring – I spent the whole time sleeping, eating and reading. My ideal situation, really but since everything’s so new, I would’ve loved to see how different people from these parts are. Too bad I couldn’t.

Also, everyone who came along was shut in the conference room because most of them were Squad and Team leaders. Can you believe that Hange is a team leader? Too bad Nanaba is apparently “not important enough” to come along.

After the long boat ride, we finally arrived at our destination. It took us almost three days so the ball is tomorrow. The moment we land, a few people greeted uncle Keith. I have no idea who they are, but I would say that they’re someone rich, because I can definitely smell money off of them.

We were then escorted to a fancy looking house. Well, to be honest almost every house here is fancy. It’s the habitat of the rich people.

The house that we’re staying at is a regular house, I’d say. It’s almost similar to houses back home, really. Only zero electric appliances. I can see how different the lifestyle of people here compares to those from wall Maria – it’s like the Capitol from Panem!

After touring the plain-but-big house, I have nothing else to do but sleep. So I did just that. Good thing time went by so fast and it was finally Sunday – the day of the Ball.

Erwin knocked on my door and patiently waited for me to answer. He obviously learned from his past blunder.

“Here.” He said with no preamble whatsoever, as he handed me a blue gown. It’s a really frilly kind of gown.

“This? This is what I’m going to wear?”

“Yes. It is the craze among the ladies in the inner city. You’ll fit in nicely wearing that.”

“Uhuh.” I said, and he promptly left me so that I could fix myself up.

I found out that they have a decent amount of makeup, albeit seemingly ancient they do the job. I mean, the brow liners are like charcoal for goodness’ sake. I feel like I’m in that memoirs of a geisha makeover scene, except less graceful.

The gown was a nice shade of ice blue; it was off-shoulder with frills just about everywhere. Oh, and big ass ribbons.

Looking at the mirror, I can see that my hair is a mess, and my face is covered with rouge on my cheeks and lips. Despite my best efforts, I just can’t seem to tame my hair, so I just put it up in a messy bun. I know, it doesn’t go well with everything else but I really suck at fixing myself up.

Leaving my room, I found that Erwin was waiting for me. He looked so good in his black coat, black pants, and blue shirt. Whoa, we’re matching? He offered me his arm, which I took, and we walked side by side to the carriage.

Only then did I start feeling jittery. What if I slip up? Boy, uncle Keith is such a girl. We’re already in the carriage and he’s still not around. Man, what if I get asked about my life?

“Where are the others?” I asked, trying to get my mind off of thinking that I’ll mess up.

“Some went ahead; the others went to the market for supplies. We might as well get two things done during this trip.” Erwin answered calmly. Seriously, is he that used to these balls that he’s not nervous at all?

“Don’t worry. You’ll do fine.” Erwin said as he covered my hand with his. That’s only when I noticed I was shaking a little. I felt like my voice might crack, so I just nodded.

Someone is finally getting in the carriage, but the one behind the door was not uncle Keith. It was Hange!

“Something came up; the commander will be riding with Lord Gregory so it’s just the three of us. Ahh!” Hange was wearing her uniform. Does she even have other clothes? I waited for her to get inside but she just stared at us, then at our hands.

Crap!

I pulled my hand back, Erwin did the same. Hange then entered with a suspiciously sly smile. Good thing though she just stayed quiet the whole way. But she kept giving us meaningful looks.

We soon arrived at a big house – no, a mansion! – and it was brightly lit, you’d think it’s Christmas. Music was playing and you can already hear it from outside, and its only classical music which I assume is being played live. Well, duh? Like they could play Uptown Funk.

The introductions went smoothly. Erwin introduced me to so many nobles, I didn’t even bother to remember their names. Some creepy old geezers would just be, well, creepy. Offering me all kinds of stuff and asking me to leave the military to be with them. It’s more annoying than creepy, actually.

“Erwin, Lord Lawrence is over there. He’d love to hear about your formation proposal.” Uncle Keith popped up of nowhere, said this piece and dragged off Erwin to where ever this Lawrence is.

“I’ll be back, Hange stay with her.” He said before disappearing with the commander. Hange is too absorbed with the buffet that she hardly pays any attention to me. “I’ll just sit over there,” I informed her before running off to sit in a corner. I think I heard her say ok, but her mouth is so full so I really can’t tell.

Watching the party from where I am made me feel like I’m back home. No matter where you are, there really are people who can be vain. These rich assholes here are just partying and eating till they can’t breathe, while there are people who live on bread and soup in wall Maria. FYI, people like me.

“Is the party a little too much for you, my lady?” A voice asked. Looking at the source, I found a man sitting beside me. It wasn’t just any man – he is drop dead gorgeous! I guess he could read my thoughts as I think I’m almost drooling, and he gave me a small laugh of amusement. Even though I know he’s laughing at me, I can’t help but smile. He’s that hot.

He’s got this soft, brown, curls for hair, and he’s not too skinny nor buffed. He’s got green eyes, thick-ish brows, and perfect teeth. He’s just my type of guy, damn!

“I’m Theodore.”

“Andi. Uhm, I mean I’m Andi.”

“Lovely name for a lovely lady.” He said as he scooped up my hand for a kiss. Honestly, I would’ve rolled my eyes at this but he’s just so cute. Turns out, he’s not just all looks. We spent quite some time talking about literature. Good thing that I’m well read on their books. We also talked about random things.

We enjoyed our chat a little too much because we didn’t notice the crowd was silent until uncle Keith called me and some other man called Theo. Yes, I call him Theo now.

Looking at uncle Keith, I now noticed that every eye in the room was on us, and most people had amused faces but Erwin’s not one of them. He’s standing right beside the commander, his face serious and his lip a tight line.

Theo just laughed at the situation and stood up, giving me his hand so I’m standing beside him. The man who called Theo then spoke, “thank you, everyone, for coming to our humble party. My family appreciates your presence in a most wonderful celebration …” yadda yadda yadda.

I tuned out the speech partly because I couldn’t care less, mostly because Theo wouldn’t stop talking and whispering to me. The crowd started clapping, signaling the end of the man’s speech.

Looking around, I saw that uncle Keith was approaching with his little entourage, including the man whose speech I ignored.

“Andi, this is Lord Thomas Van Rumpade. Lord Thomas, this is my niece Andi Frost.”

“My my, who would’ve thought you would have a niece like her? I see you met my son Theodore.”

In my shock, I couldn’t stop myself that I turned to Theo and asked him, “this is your party?” Good thing they just laughed. Well, I don’t really know if that’s a good thing.

“No. It’s more like a party for me.” Theo answered me. A party for him? Shit. Is this like the party in Cinderella were the Prince can just pick whomever he wants for a wife?

Good thing it wasn’t It was a coming of age party. Apparently, rich people are used to buying military titles, and this is the day he’ll decide to be a Military Police, or a Garrison Soldier or if he’s feeling hardcore, a Survey Corps Soldier.

Since his family is going to buy the title, the Military branch he chooses will obviously receive the money. That’s where we come in.

Dragging Erwin to the side, I asked him in the faintest whisper I could manage, “this is why I’m here, isn’t it? He’s almost my age.”

“I’m afraid so.” He said. Looking at him, I really can’t tell what he’s thinking. It’s like the Erwin I know is on break, and this one is soldier Erwin. But maybe it’s just in my head.

At the end of the party, Theo and his family ended up choosing the Survey Corps. Uncle Keith was so happy, I think he would actually jump. Theo’s father said they chose us because “this wee little lass is doing her best to protect us. What better way to thank her and her comrades than giving them funds?”

It was a little too straight to the point, but I don’t care. It’s money and if it will help, then all is well. And since it’s just a title, Theo is free to stay behind, though he wouldn’t have it that way. He ended up tagging along on our way home. Well, not tagging. He’s one of us now.

#thank goodness for crazy #Erwin #Erwin Smith #snk erwin #commander erwin #erwin x reader #erwin smith x reader #commander handsome #mod max

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5saucefanfic · 5 years

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Waste the Night - C.H.

Alright, I know it took forever, but here’s part 2 of Royal!5sos with Calum himself. (And look at that. Two posts in a week. I haven’t done that in like a year)

“Another round, Prince Hood?” the bartender asked the sulking prince, head rested against the cool wood of the bar where he was perched, the inevitable headache creeping up on him quickly. He had been worried, making himself sick to his stomach over his missing best friend. It’d been three days since the Irwins had made their way to his family’s castle, and only a day since he’d heard that the castle burned to the ground with absolutely no trace of Ashton or Sarah, his stomach dropping at the thought that he could’ve been in the fire. He knew that he was probably overreacting, it was Ashton after all. He was the strongest and smartest in their group of friends, but he just had an awful feeling about all of this and he didn’t know what else to do besides drink, never having been the kind of person to share his feelings verbally.

“No...I think I’ve maxed out my quota today, Roy. Thank you, though,” he sighed softly pulling out his bag of coins and paying for the rounds he’d had, leaving a generous tip as well as he got up to leave stumbling slightly, head swirling as he tried to catch his footing before falling over. The last thing his family needed was his name slipping passed peoples lips as they gossiped about the drunken prince falling on his ass in the local tavern. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He shouldn’t be in town, much less without a guard of some sort to make sure he was alright, especially intoxicated, but he wasn’t thinking straight when he had left the castle hours ago, let alone in the state he was in at the moment. In fact, he wasn’t thinking at all, especially when he decided to think with his stomach and not his head wandering off towards the smell of freshly baked pastries instead of back to the castle where there was a warm bed waiting for him, and a bucket for the sickness he could feel creeping up through his body.

He didn’t mind being alone, preferred it actually much to his mother’s dismay. He’d always been that way: quiet, reserved, more so introverted than anything. It worried her that when he was to become king, he’d have a hard time adjusting, being constantly surrounded by those he didn’t know and feel comfortable around. His sister always said he just needed that someone to push him through his bubble.

“O-oh my,” he heard a small voice say, eyes shooting up from the floor to realize he was now standing inside of a bakery, not really sure when he walked in, but here he was staring back at a women in front of him that made his knees buckle and took the breath out of his lungs. She was stunning, even with flour in her hair and along her cheeks, her bright eyes wide as she stared in disbelief that the prince was standing in her family’s bakery at such an odd hour, silently regretting not locking the doors like her parents had warned. “How can I help you at such an odd hour, your majesty?” she nearly whispered, her voice as quiet as a mouse as she tried to stay respectful, not wanting to say the wrong thing with the wrong connotation.

“I-I’m sorry. Just smelled really good...couldn’t help myself and follow the scent from outside,” he said timidly himself, mostly trying to avoid the embarrassment of the fact that he was indeed drunk and wandering through the streets later than he should be. Alone. During a war that, most likely, just killed his best friend on his own territory.

The woman blushed as she set the tray of pastries onto the counter, steam still flowing up from the fluffy pastry on the tray, his mouth watering as he absentmindedly licked his lips, eyes flicking back over to the girl as she started to speak up. “Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? A pastry?” she asked putting one of the freshly baked tarts onto a plate as he watched her every move, feet involuntarily making their way over to her driven more by his stomach than his foggy brain at the moment.

“Do you mind? They smell really fuckin good,” he said slurring slightly as he wobbles slightly, the girl laughing softly softly smiling as she shook her head, helping him to sit at the small table by the counter placing the pastry in front of him.

“Let me grab you a cup of tea. Tastes better with it” she said smiling walking back into the kitchen and coming out with a full set: the pot, cup of cream, cup of sugar, and two cups. She set the tray down on the table he was sitting at, his eyes still watching her every move as she poured him a cup leaving the sugar and milk out for his usage.

“Lovely set,” he said softly as she poured herself a cup. “Do you own the bakery?”

“My dad does. It’s been in the family for three generations now,” she said as she grabbed a pastry for herself sitting across from the dark haired man. She watched as he nodded taking a bite of the fluffy piece, a soft moan escaping him as he closed his eyes. She sucked her lips into her mouth trying to hold back her own moan at the sound he had just made.

“Okay, what is this because I need more of these,” he grumbled with his mouth full, something his father surely would have his head for if he could see him in that moment.

“Pecan danish pastry,” she said trying to stifle a laugh. “ I’m assuming you like it?”

“I fucking love it,” he said, second swear word of the day slipping through his mouth without a care in the world. “Did you make these? They’re fucking amazing.” Three.

“I did..stocking up for the morning rush,” she said blushing smiling softly. “Mum and dad run the bakery in the morning and afternoon and I come in later on to restock and start products for the next day. So I’ll be here until dawn.”

“Oh wow,” he said softly nodding. The two went back and forth as he sobered up, talking well through the night until most of that batch was eaten and the tea had run cold. “It’s getting late...my mother’s probably wondering where I am...and I’m sure you need to get back to baking,” he said sighing as he stood up from the table. “Thank you for the food and drinks. What do I owe you?”

“Don’t be silly,” she said shaking her head as she stood up smiling softly at him making his stomach churn with nerves. “I appreciate the company, your majesty,” she said softly with a small bow.

“Call me Calum, love,” he said softly, pet name slipping easily off his lips as she blushed looking back up at him.

“Y/n.”

It became a routine the next two nights, Calum sneaking out of the castle unaccompanied by anyone else, frequenting the bar the first night before making his way over to his new friend with some liquid courage, completely bypassing the bar the next night to be able to spend more time in the cozy bakery with the girl that fed him some of the best pastries that he’s ever had, always making a mental note to suggest getting a new baker for the castle, maybe even take in y/n’s family if his parents will let him.

He was sitting in the bakery with her earlier than usual, the sun just having set. He’d had a long day, a lot of conversation coming up about what was going to have to happen if Ashton didn’t make it. There had been strict orders in his letters to carry on with the war if he didn’t make it in a week and how to prepare Lauren as the next heir to the throne, the poor thing barely sixteen. It was taking a toll on him and he wasn’t handling it well.

“He’s my best friend, y’know?” He asked before chugging his glass of milk after finishing the warm chocolate chip cookies that had just come out of the oven. “Known him since we were kids. Been there through everything with me…he’s one of the few people I can really open up to about my life.”

“I’m sure he’s going to be just fine, Cal,” she said before taking a sip of her tea having opted out of the bakery items today considering the dress she was currently wearing was suddenly very tight for her, especially around her waist. “If he’s anything you say he’s like, he’s gonna be just fine.”

“I know, I know...I just...no one knows why this guy’s after the four kingdoms, or why he attacked Ashton first,” he sighed. “This whole thing’s just crazy. And then my mom wants to have a ball this weekend just out of nowhere that I really don’t want to go to, but not really given a choice, and then supposedly Luke’s supposed to get married next weekend even though I’m pretty sure he said he doesn’t even know the girl he’s marrying, so that’s cool too. And Michael’s just on hiatus and I’m worried that I’m not going to ever see him again. I’m scared. I don’t handle shit like this well, y/n,” he said swearing again for the first time since the day she had met him.

“Slow down there,” she said grabbing his hand softly, his face burning up slightly feeling her skin on his and suddenly, he wasn’t as worried. Just the touch of her skin against his calmed him down. “You’re going to go to that damn ball and you’re going to enjoy it. It’ll help you clear your mind.”

“You’ve never met my mom,” he said as she laughed softly.

“You’re right, and if you thought I was nervous when the prince walked into the bakery, well damn. I’d probably implode if the king and queen walked in,” she said making him laugh softly. “I’ve always wanted to go to a ball. I heard they’re lovely with all the decorations, and the outfits...and don’t get me started on the music and food. Straight out of a fairytale it seems...”

“You should come with me,” he said biting his lip softly knowing he crossed a very specific line that he was told to never cross. A rule that had been in place centuries before his time...but isn’t that why rules are made? To be broken? Especially ones that were stopping him from getting what he wanted, and that was the girl seated right in front of him. She knew who he was and, yet, still treated him as he’s sure she would any other commoner.

“Oh..Calum, I don’t know…,” she said softly biting her lip, now wishing she had a cookie to eat to occupy her hands and mouth. It wasn’t that she absolutely didn’t want to go, but her status wasn’t high enough to even be thought of as a guest, let alone a guest of the Prince himself...his date.

“C’mon...it’ll be fun. You’ll keep me sane, you can meet my friends, and go to a ball..it’s a win win situation,” he said giving her a small but genuine smile, eyes crinkling at the sides as he did making her heart jump.

She couldn’t believe it the first time he had stepped into her shop, not really sure how to react to the man since she had never met him before. He looked awful and quite frankly like he needed a hug, but she was sure she was stepping well over the line by offering him a hug, so she did the next best thing.

Pastries.

It was what she was good at, having being born into a family of bakers and taught at a young age, she could make a batch of cookies with her eyes closed.

But what had startled her more than the first time that he came in, was that he came back the next day...and the day after that, and here they were only four days later, but seeming as though they’d known each other for years at this point with the way he had so easily opened up to her, and her the same as him.

But now Calum was comfortable and ready to break any of the rules keeping her away from him.

“Calum...I do not even remotely have the means to get a dress for such a thing...and my parents will have to close the bakery early so I can go which means they’ll lose money...and I’m not...you’re a prince Calum and I am the furthest from being from royal blood. I don’t know if this is a good idea..”

“Oh, rubbish,” he said rolling his eyes even though he knew she was right. He knew she was right, but that wasn’t going to stop him. “I will help you get a dress, and they should close all day and make some pastries for the party. I’ll put a word in with my mum. Make sure they’re paid plenty...and quite frankly, y/n, I don’t care if you’re royalty or wealthy or not. I want to bring you with me, if you’ll let me…” he rambled on as she blushed looking at her lap.

“What about your parents?” she asked softly as he shrugged. “Can you just talk to them first and then let me know...give me time to think about it?”

“Fine...but I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said squeezing her hand before kissing it softly. “Tomorrow, y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah...get outta here before you get in trouble. And take some cookies for the road,” she said getting up to pack some away for him, a huge smile on his face as she did.

“Absolutely not,” Joy said as Calum groaned rolling his eyes at her. “She’s a baker, Calum. She has no place here, and I dare you to roll your eyes at me again, boy. You may be the prince, but I am still the queen and you are still my son.”

“She has no place here because of the dumb rules in place that were set ages ago, mum. Years have passed, times have changed. The kingdom isn’t poor! Shouldn’t I be able to choose who I want to run my kingdom with? We aren’t in need of financial stability. We aren’t trying to stop a war by eloping...why can’t I choose who I bring to a damn ball?”

“She doesn’t know how to act and I am sure she doesn’t own anything that’ll be suitable to wear. I will not have her make a fool of this family at our own ball,” she said glaring at him as he glared back. “I’m sure you can take Nia. You haven’t seen her in quite a bit of time.”

“I don’t want to fucking take Nia, mum,” he said snapping. “I’m so sick and tired of you and dad dictating how I’m going to live my life. I’m twenty-three years old. I think I know a suitable date when I see one. And, quite frankly mom, I have no problem getting her fitted for a dress and paying for it myself. We have plenty to do just that. The kingdom isn’t poor, which means we sure as hell aren’t poor as well” She glared back at her son but didn’t say anything not wanting to piss him off more knowing how he could get.

“Fine...but if I see one hair out of place Calum Hood, she’s banned from ever stepping foot in this place again, and you will be forbidden to see her. Do you understand me?” he looked at her shocked but nodded quickly not wanting to ruin what he had already accomplished.

“Y-yes ma’am,” he mumbled softly as she nodded slightly.

“You have a fitting in two hours, I suggest you go get her so she has a dress.” And with that, Joy walked up the stairs in the direction of the library as Calum bolted for the door leaving everyone confused as to where the prince was going in such a hurry without his men to make sure he kept out of trouble.

It was odd for the village to see the royal family out frequently and without guards as Calum was trying to make his way passed those that wanted to stop him and show him respect. It was great, he loved his people and the village more than anything, but all he wanted was to get to the damn bakery.

He politely pushed by everyone trying his best to make it to the bakery, sighing softly seeing that it was pretty full. So, he waited in line like everyone else, much to their dismay as they tried to push the prince up front and let him have his turn, which he politely declined. They had time to waste anyways, knowing that Mali was going to take her sweet time with the tailor as they fixed up her gown.

“Next!”

Calum made his way up to the counter, the man behind it blinking shocked when he saw exactly who was standing in front of him. “Uh..y-your majesty. How can I help you?”

“Is y/n here?” he asked as the man blinked at him before nodding to his wife to go find their only daughter.

“Is there something wrong? Did she do something?” he asked worried that this encounter wasn’t going to go well not knowing that Calum had already met the girl a number of times at the bakery itself.

“Oh, no. I just wanted to ask her something...actually, can I also buy like..ten of those pecan pastries you have? They’re amazing,” he said pulling out the pouch he had that carried his money, pulling out enough money to pay for all the food he had consumed of theirs the past few nights knowing they definitely had lost some revenue due to his huge appetite.

He didn’t pay attention as the man in front of her tried to give him change, too focused on the stairs watching as she came down a bit disheveled clearly having just been woken up from a nap.

“This better be good, Hood,” she grumbled, her mother gasping hitting her arm lightly as Calum chuckled not even the slightest bit offended. He enjoyed her banter quite a bit honestly, never really having anyone that dared to speak to him that way.

“Well considering you have a fitting very soon, it is good,” he snickered, the girl’s face going red as her parents looked between the two obviously very confused. “So, I guess you should go fix yourself up.”

“Do...you two know each other?” her father asked as Calum shook off the change just reaching for the large bag of pastries that were now coming his way, a stupid grin on his face as he just pictured himself in front of the fire in the library consuming every last one of these.

“We met a few days ago. I uh...would like to take your daughter to the upcoming ball at the castle, sir,” he said, smile wide on his face as the girl’s blush deepend.

“Calum I told you, ask permission first please,” she sighed softly as he smiled even wider than before.

“I did..that’s why you have a fitting like now,” he said as she sighed shaking her head.

“I hate you,” she grumbled as she fixed her hair trying to look just slightly presentable compared to him.

“No you don’t.”

“Your mother didn’t want to chop your head off?” Ashton asked as he stood by the stairs with Luke and Calum, party in full swing. He had gotten back with Sarah the day before, quickly freshening up in order to be ready for the day ahead of them. The three of them, Ashton Calum and Luke, had spent the day in meetings with Calum and Michael’s fathers, as well as generals from all four kingdoms Michael unable to attend due to his hiatus with the war.

“Nope...and she even agreed to pay for the dress,” Calum said smirking as he took a sip of the alcohol being nursed in his flute. He was nervous, and the bubbles of the champagne weren’t helping his stomach. He wasn’t allowed to see her during the fitting, and Mali made damn sure he couldn’t see her as she was getting ready, and all he could do was thank the lord that his sister was cool.

“Wish my mum was that cool,” Luke grumbled softly already having voiced his opinions about his own situation currently, eyes nearly bugging out of his head as he watched the girl walking down the stairs currently making both Ashton and Calum to see what was holding up their friend.

“Is that the fiancee?” Ashton mumbled softly as Luke shook his head biting his lip watching the girl walk by them.

“No...that’s the sister of said fiancee...if you’ll excuse me,” he mumbled before quickly following after her, Ashton snorting softly as Calum tried to stifle a laugh.

“Whipped,” Ashton mumbled, eyes watching Sarah as she came down the stairs in her dress, the pink tinting his cheeks slightly.

“Look who’s talking,” Calum chuckled as Ashton rolled his eyes looking at him.

“Oh fuck off. I wanna see your face when this baker girl finally makes an appearance,” he whispered to him before meeting Sarah at the bottom of the stairs kissing her hand softly.

“It’ll probably look like yours,” he teased before greeting Sarah smiling softly.

“She looks beautiful, y’know,” she said to him teasing him as he laughed softly.

“I’m nervous if you couldn’t tell,” he said sticking his hands in his pockets laughing.

“Oh, I’m sure everyone in the ballroom could tell that the prince was nervous. You don’t hide it well,” she said as they looked at the top of the stairs just as she appeared with Mali by her side. His heart beating rapidly out of his chest as he made eye-contact with her, her cheeks tinting as she looked down at her feet.

“Whipped,” Ashton teased as he rolled his eyes glaring at him.

“Fuck you mate,” he whispered as Sarah laughed smiling at them.

“C'mon, Ash, let's give the lover boy some privacy,” she giggled, Calum rolling his eyes again as they walked away before returning his attention to the girl that was now in front of him.

“Don’t say it,” she whispered as he chuckled taking her hand kissing it softly before thanking his sister.

“Say what? That you’re fucking stunning?” he whispered to her as he led her away from the stairs and out to the ballroom. “That dress looks perfect on you.”

“You’re still talking,” she teased looking up at him seeing his eyes crinkle with his smile, heart lurching.

“And you’re gonna want me to in a moment. Mom’s coming,” he said nodding his head forward as she looked up seeing Joy herself making her way towards them, David by her side. “Mum, dad.”

“You must be y/n,” Joy said politely giving her a small smile as the girl smiled back bowing slightly.

“I am, your majesty,” she said softly, the intimidation factor taking over not prepared to be up close and personal with the king and queen. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You as well. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight. It’s not often that an outsider gets to experience this,” she said sliding in her dig making both Calum and David frown.

“I will...thank you…,” she whispered, Calum squeezing her hand reassuringly as the two of them walked away. “So your mother hates me. Can I leave yet?” she asked.

“No,” he mumbled frowning looking at her. “You’re gonna enjoy this, and then we’re gonna sneak upstairs and eat the rest of the box of pastries that I bought.”

“I still can’t believe you bought ten,” she sighed softly teasing him as he rolled his eyes with a small smirk on his face.

“What can I say? Best pastries I’ve had,” he said laughing leading her out to the dance floor. “I hope you can waltz.”

“That, I can do,” she said winking at him as he laughed leading her over to the dance floor

The two of them giggled failing at their attempt to sneak away from the party quietly, somehow still making it out without being noticed. He pulled her into the library, locking the doors with the skeleton key usually kept on the inside, shoving it in his pocket.

“Okay, okay..help me get these god awful things off,” she giggled lifting her dress showing her heels, Calum laughing bending down to help her take them off. “Such a gentleman”

“I try to be” he said tossing them aside before standing up leading her over to the large couch over by the fire; a teapot with matching cups and saucers, as well as the pastries perched on the table just in front as he sat with her. “Pastry?”

“Yes please,” she hummed watching him as he grabbed one of the little plates getting her the pastry while getting a cup of tea ready for her to consume. “You prepared for this huh? Knew we were gonna escape?” she teased watching him.

“There was no way in hell we were surviving that entire ball,” he said in response focusing on the task at hand. She watched the way his body moved just imagining the muscles she knew were present under his shirt, the way her heart skipped a beat, the muscle speeding up as she was left alone to her thoughts of the man that was now facing her, a smirk on his face as he caught her staring

“See something you like love?” he asked smirking, a blush creeping up on her face as she took the pastry from him, a laugh escaping his lips as she munched on the pastry. “I see something I like”

“You’re drunk,” she gasped with her mouth full, a laugh escaping his lips as he stood up shedding the jacket draped over his shoulders tossing it to the side getting more comfortable.

“I may be, but what I’m saying are sober thoughts,” he hummed sitting back on the couch winking at her as she swallowed the piece she had in her mouth. “You wanna hear them?”

“Sure..,” she said softly biting her lip not sure if she even should. As much as she enjoyed hanging out with Calum, rightfully loved his presence and felt comfortable with him, he was still the price of the kingdom she lived in. He owned her and her family’s business...she had no right being with him, let alone even just thinking about being with him.

“I adore you,” he said softly, face softening with the words that left his mouth, hand coming out to hold hers in her lap. “You brighten my day and I never feel as at home as I do with you. You make me laugh, and I feel I can tell you my darkest secrets. You’re quite easily the most beautiful woman I’ve met, inside and out, and even though I’ve only known you for a proper week, it feels like I’ve known you for years,” he said taking her hand kissing it softly before pulling her close to him. “I...if you have me, i’ll have you,” he whispered.

“Calum…” she whispered softly holding his hand with both of hers. “I...there’s laws against it...we can’t,” she said softly shaking her head looking at him, but the way she was squeezing her hand completely contradicted everything that came out of her mouth, and he knew it.

“That’s not what I asked, love. Forget the laws...forget all the rules. Will you have me?” he asked squeezing her hand lightly as she bit her lip looking over his face for any sign of hesitation from him, any sign saying that he didn’t mean anything he said, and she couldn’t find a single bit of it.

“Yes,” she whispered softly, a smirk spreading across his lips as he leaned in kissing her softly, a small peck starting out first as they slowly but surely started to become more heated, his hands sliding to her hips pulling her close as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She shifted slightly, pulling back a bit uncomfortable as a frown forms on her face.

“What’s wrong love?” he asked softly looking at her distressed face as she stood up.

“This damn corset. Can’t effing breathe...dunno how you all do it but I’m suffocating,” she huffed. “Help please.”

“Take it off?” he asked surprised as he stood, untying her dress from the back helping her as it slid off her body leaving her in her undergarments, a blush creeping onto his face seeing her nearly bare in front of him. His hands shakily reached forward, untying the strings of her corset before loosening them up, a soft sigh leaving her lips as air filled her lungs more so than they had in the dress, the piece falling to the floor leaving her torso bare.

“So much better,” she sighed happily, ready to turn around until she felt his hands on her waist tugging her back into him, lips finding her neck as he kissed and nipped softly, her own hands grabbing at his arms as she let out a soft moan. “Calum..”

“Want all of you...now...can I please?’ he mumbled nearly begging. “Mine...all mine.”

“Just...careful, yeah? I’ve never…,” she whispered trailing off as he placed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

“Neither have I..” he mumbled rubbing her hips. She turned her head to look at him a bit surprised at how the prince, as lovely as he was, was also just as pure, in every single way. She pressed her lips to his again as she turned to face him, arms wrapped around her waist as she moved her lips slowly against his. He moaned softly sitting back on the couch as they kissed, the girl straddling his lap kissing him slowly as her fingers ran through his hair. His hands ran along her sides slowly, making their way to her hips tugging down her bloomers slowly giving her an opportunity to push him off and tell him no. Instead, she got up quickly tugging them off leaving her bare in front of him, a deep blush across her face as she watched him look her over.

“You’re still dressed,” she said softly watching him stand unbuttoning his shirt slowly, his eyes watching her, slowly trailing down her as they landed on her boobs, tongue coming out licking over his lips slowly. “Quicker you get undressed, quicker you can touch my boobs” she whispered smirking catching him, pulling back once she was finally finished unbuttoning the fabric, it slowly slipping down his shoulders before he pulled it off tossing it to the side. He stood up in front of her, eyes not leaving hers as he unbuttoned his pants, tugging them off quickly, but not too rushed. Her eyes trailed down his body slowly, eyes widening slightly as her eyes landed on his cock. “Oh..wow…” she whispered softly as he sat back down tugging her close once again, onto his lap.

“Think you can handle it baby?” he whispered softly, his hand snaking down between her legs running slow circles against her clit, her hands gripping onto his shoulders as she threw her head back, a soft moan leaving her lips as her eyes closed. Her body twitched slightly as he leaned forward kissing her neck softly, his fingers moving faster along her clit before slipping down to her hole, his middle finger sliding in slowly as she gripped him tighter, nails breaking his skin slightly as he moaned himself, pumping his finger in and out of her slowly, adding another finger.

“Just like that” she gasped, hips rolling against his hand fucking herself on his fingers, his free hand gripping her hip tightly as she did. “I wanna feel you now.”

“Baby are you opened up enough? Don’t wanna hurt you” he groaned softly as she pressed her head against his, the shallow breaths they took being the only noise made in the room aside from the sound of the crackling fire.

“I don’t care..need to feel you,” she whimpered, lifting her body slightly so his finger slipped out of her, her own hand reaching down stroking at him slowly. “Please?” she whispered.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled moving her hand quickly, his own hand replacing where hers was. She lined herself up with him, steadying herself using his shoulders, before sinking down on him slowly, gripping his shoulders tight as he gripped her hips just as tight, the two of them getting used to the feeling of the other as she tried to adjust to his size. He bucked his hips up slightly on accident, a groan leaving her lips as she winced slightly tucking her face in his neck. “Fuck, I’m sorry..I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, I’m okay,” she whimpered sinking down the rest of the way, a tight grip still held onto the other’s body. He held her close when he was fit snugly inside her completely, her own arms wrapped around him holding him close.

“Move when you’re ready love,” he whispered softly as she nodded, her hips rising and falling on him as she started bouncing on him slowly, hips moving in shallow circles against his fucking herself on him as he tried his hardest not to blow then and there. This felt ten times better than he thought it ever could, and was so much better because he was doing this for his first time with her. He was with someone he trusted, and someone he was sure he was in love with. She was everything to him. Just the mere thought of seeing her was what helped him get up in the morning. The way she listened and responded was what made him more vocal, and that much more ready to stand up for what he believed in. She was what he believed in.

“I-I’m getting close” she whimpered softly, his hands sliding down her body to her ass gripping it tightly as he helped her move, his own hips thrusting up into hers meeting her hips. Her moans got louder and louder as he did, her body shaking as she came around him, the broken moans and gasps for air filling the room with sound as he rode her through her high over and over, position after position, hour after hour as the two of them go to know each other’s body without a care in the world, neither of them returning to the ball that night.

They laid quietly with the large throw engulfing their bodies as the fire crackled in front of them keeping the room hot. She was laying on his chest, fingers tracing over the tattoos on his chest leaving little shapes as he watched her, his own fingers rubbing at her back slowly doing the same exact thing that she was going.

“What are we gonna do?” she asked softly. “I...how are we gonna make this work? It was like pulling teeth trying to get your mother to agree to have me come for the ball.”

“Don’t worry about that love...I’ll take care of it...gonna be making a lot of changes in the next few weeks…and it’ll be a hell of a lot easier to change the laws when Luke’s going through kind of the same shit,” He said softly, the girl nodding her head smiling softly at him.

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so my dumb ass decides to spend quality sleeping time creating a blog and doing an intro.. tomorrow’s early rise will surely be an Experience, dear fucking godsdgkljldf. hey guys, i’m jules !! i’m a uni student from canada, thankfully off for the summer, and am.. so obsessed with that hui x somin duet that i went against my desire to play a different fc ( bc im so far up this girl’s ass already ) but.. her abs.. klsgdjl. also excuse the clashing icons in the theme, just added a couple i last had saved until i could make it Perfect tomorrow evening. i’d say more abt myself, but i honestly don’t have the patience dgsjk so below you can read up on seoul’s resident skating brat halle, a bitch who overworks and doesn’t know how to chill long-term !! stats page is HERE for your reading pleasure, plots and what not will be up later on !

└ jeon somin, twenty-three, she/her ┐ this town wouldn’t be complete without chae “halle” hyunmi wondering around. they’re known as the prodigy and have been living here for four years. i hear they really like cranberry salsa, classical music and rain, but can’t stand distractions, laziness and cherries. their sole purpose? i hear it’s to finally become an olympic medalist, but we’ll see how that goes. ( jules, 18+, gmt-3:30, she/her )

honestly she is.. fucked sgjfsgdkl

i’ve had inspo for her after the olympics and rly wanted to use her somewhere, so if some things here seem a little.. idk, farfetched for your taste, we’ll pin it on that sfdgkdfj

this is her as popular vines

so chae hyunmi aka halle, ulsan born, raised in seoul and relocated to toronto, canada with her parents, little sis and partner to train bc..

she’s a figure skater, good enough to win ( .. junior ig ) titles when she was in her early teens, so it was only inevitable for her to leave for toronto to train with the Best eventually

she’s competed in international competitions, as part of a pair, and made her olympic debut in sochi by the skin of her teeth; her highest placement was third place ( not at sochi pls sgjkld she prob ranked in the top ten at best ), so she’s got a medal or two to her name

ultimately it was after sochi that she saw her coach and ( ex ) partner intervene with her.. unhealthy practicing habits

she’s a perfectionist through and through, so of course she’d spend hours on the ice at just seventeen/eighteen years old, even younger tbh, to get a routine right. but she pushed herself harder and harder, where small missteps would lead her to fall hard and recover for days on end, even spraining her ankle just before competition season was to begin

so when her coach insisted she take a break, her parents following suit, it was with good reason — one that she didn’t fucking see fsdkgkl

even so, them pushing her to prioritize education for a bit, to get ahead of the skaters who would prob only be able to do so upon retirement in a good few years’ time, and hanging up her skates until she saw it as.. less than something she needed to abuse herself to feel comfortable with, for as long as they would do so led to her resolve shattering and her applying for universities both in canada and sk ( the sly brat reasoned that it’d be nice to be reconnect with her roots.. for the sake of having something going for her beyond just competing in pyeongchang ! )

which is how, miraculously, she got accepted into uni in seoul ( still figuring out which, rip ). her grades were good, she had a super brief volunteering stint and she’s a rising star ( well, was.. the bitch wouldn’t be competing again anytime soon to keep herself where she was within the skating circuit ) in her favoured sport, she deemed it inevitable sfkljfdgk

the transition wasn’t too hard ofc; she got comfortable with the campus and seoul and was back on the ice in no time, joining the uni’s skating team under her parents’ noses and making the most of it as comeback/olympics prep

she saw herself as poised to be added to the roster once again, now a singles prospect after a major falling out with her longtime partner for one too many dumb bitch moves, and was desperate for it since it’s in pyeongchang, however the stars didn’t align when she just missed obtaining qualification on sk’s roster on a technicality, and nothing could’ve compared to the agony that was missing her chance in something she invested sm practice, time and compliance with the people around her to pull through and get to pyeongchang

she’s still distraught over it, it’s been a few months since that happened and she gets emo real quick, misty-eyed if you bring it up ( she uh, has issues with moving on from things if you can’t tell )

suffice to say she resents her coach for his minor contribution in fucking her and himself over, dropped him out of anger ( a move she.. does feels bad abt on a personal level but professionally ?? pft ) and linked up with one back in toronto who she’ll begin seeing when she’s “ prepared ” to give it a shot again

studied history despite wanting to be a skating coach when she retires as a competitor, bc she rly loves history ok ??

lives on her own bc she can’t deal with even minimally questionable people as roommates jdfgkls

personality and other shit

she is.. a mess rly

inflexible, independent, charismatic, etc

most of her actual personality is further down oops dsfgjklfg

kinda detached ?? like she doesn’t want too many distractions and she deems relationships as the fucking Worst for it.. she’s had some pals from skating with potential go downhill when they got too deep with certain partners or just with too many side hobbies, social obligations, so she’s trying to be level-headed while not destroying her social life ?

idk it’s hard to explain, she’s an enigma even to me in that area

only dated once. when she was like nine. with her first pairs partner she quickly ditched.

not.. super sexually active either ( rip ?? )

but she’s been Involved with people so fdskng

on the ice, or just in whatever she’s applying herself to, she’s domineering and blunt, v strict on herself though she’s slacked off a bit over the years.. so imagine how self-disciplined — in the worst of ways — she was when she was younger

with a rigorous work ethic like hers, her being a leader among those at the local skating club implies that she’d be strict too with what little power she has.. but she’s kinda chill overall ?? tho you still have to get your twizzles right before the end of the day, don’t care that the hockey players will be out in two ! let’s go !

uh.. her attitude carries over with a Lot of things. she especially has no time for people who are Committed to their sport but show poor performances bc of laziness, distractions, etc. so brace your kids for hurricane hyunmi ??

call her ice queen. try it. try it. GKFDJKGDSF she hates that nickname 95% of the time, usually bc she assumes people are basing it off of her initial/professional demeanour first and her passion second

she rly just has a hard shell where it matters, aka her career and stuff, but is a semi-precious gem overall

kind of dramatic and a meme ngl, curses quite a bit, whips out english far too often — especially if she’s shit-talking bc you made an ugly choice but is trying to be a Supportive Friend

english name came from halle berry bc hyunmi thought she was rly pretty on all the red carpets her mom would have on growing up sfgdkjflk

also likes cranberry salsa?? an odd fave but it’s one of mine and i wanted to include it just bc jgsflddgks

unwinds with the usual netflix and wine, but also dance — helps with her choreo for routines too so

oH also prob still hurts herself by overworking, especially after That Lost Opportunity, i hate

ok idk what else to say rn, accept this pls

KDFJGSKFL uh, let’s end it there. if anyone wants to plot, im me !! ( ps, if you prefer d*scord like yours truly, just ask for it or send me yours ! )

#soleintro #and with that i crash ! dgklsjlg #fuck.. im gonna die in the morning #╳┊: — bitch you’re gonna die ! •「 ooc. 」

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Angel

“Diosa...”

I called for my daughter as I heard her come in with her security team. Listening as she responded back and climbed the steps, I finished up with a email, then opened my arms wide as she jumped into them.

“¿Cómo te fue en la escuela?”

(How was school?)

She giggled and nodded her head.

“estuvo bien, pero puedo nadar por favor papá?”

(It was good, but can I swim please daddy?)

I exhaled. Looking at the time. I’m strict with her coming home routine. Practice work, snack, reading, light chores, then playing.

“Have you cleaned up your playroo-”

“ Papá por favor, son las vacaciones de primavera”

(Daddy please, it’s spring break)

I exhaled and instantly felt bad. I forgot it was her first day of Spring break. I nodded my head, watching her hop out my lap and take off. Quickly picking up the phone, I had my staff ready a jet and yacht for us tomorrow.

I was hard on Diosa. Too many kids these days are disrespectful and ass wild. I won’t have it. I don’t care what anybody says, or speaks on how hard on her I am. I’m shaping her to be a woman of her word, a hard worker, respectful, and successful.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Angel Acosta De La José . I’m 28 years old and I am worth $85.112 Billion. How? Easy I decided at a young age I wasn’t going to be hungry forever. I made sure to work smart with my funds and it took me a long way. I realized early I was more than just TV and so I decided to be more than just movies and TV.I am the CEO Of De La Jose Incorporation. We invests in and holds dozens of major public and private companies. As part of our portfolio, my company also owns and operates several self-titled companies, including De La Jose Home Services of America and De La Jose Direct Insurance Company. But apart from our branded companies, De La Jose does a bit more than provide insurance. In 2017, De La Jose companies and holdings contribute a variety of commodities and services to the market - including producing computers and electronic products, providing insurance, producing clothing, serving food products, automotive products and services and much more.

Although I originally started out primarily in the textile industry, I’ve grown to become a conglomerate that invests in a diverse group of major companies and provides the prime example of my famous value investing strategy. I have 100% ownership in multimillion and billion dollar companies. And not all of them are the same. I’ll name a few. For starters, De La Jose Brick Company, it’s construction, I own it 100%. AlterLinks, Electric Transmission, I own it 100%, and it’s also a subsidiary of De La Jose Energy. I mean the list is long, jewelry, auto sales, utilities, Insurance, Bond Insurance, Media, Logistics, Food and Beverage, Pipeline, Clothing, Luxury, Jets, Furniture, Sports Equipment, Pharmaceuticals, Materials and Construction, as I said before the list exceeds my age of life. Plus more.

And on top of all of that, I’m a single man and single father. I’ve had full and sole custody of Diosa since she was 8 months. She’s 4 now. I’m all she knows.

“Sr. De La Oz, Marcos está aquí”

I nodded, standing up and closing my laptop for the day.

Closing the door behind me, I jogged downstairs and dapped Marcos up as he helped himself at the bar. We’ve been friends since kids, literally Kindergarten. He’s more like a brother. We’ve been hungry together, starved together, everything under the sun. He’s also a business partner and runs my Brick Company.

“What’s good nigga, You wanna head to Capitalino?”

I nodded. I need it. I been all over the place this past week a cigar and whiskey was prefect.

Mia

“Bitch... This is beautiful....This view”

I spoke from the table reserved of a restaurant me and my girls were attending. We just got in a few hours ago and we was starving.. And the amazing thing about this whole shit is Bogota is only an hour behind New York. Which is perfect because a bitch is far from tired. I’m ready to get this night started

“Yes, we needed this trip. You know what, cheers. To this sisterhood of black success and entrepreneurs”

I smiled and raised my glass, clinking it together with Aaliyah then taking a sip of the wine we had at the table. We we’re young business women. Aaliyah is a lash tech and 2 shops, she has a son who she brought along due to having no one to look after him and me, I have no Kids.

I however, am a hairstylist in New York. The first African-American/ Dominican Salon owner and Barbershop on that block. I built it from the ground up. Literally. I bought the building, fixed it up, bought all equipment. I don’t owe anybody, but everybody owes me. I rent my booths out to stylist and barbers, and I own 5 investment properties in New York.

My prices for hair are as such:

Leave out’s are $140, Frontal Sew Ins are $180, Closure Sew Ins are $140, Bob leave outs are $150, $360 Frontal Sew Ins are $200, High and Low ponytails are $100, Sweep ponytails with tracks is $120, and so and and so forth. I also make wigs which can goo for $300-$400. And if I install it, it’s $80 extra. Plus my classes which are $1200. Sounds like a lot put bitches go crazy for my styles, wigs, and classes. I walk out and make at least $4,000 a day. And that’s on a slow day. It’s a blessing to be in the position I’m in, I’ve done celebrities head as well, I say local, but I’m well know and travel for certain clients like Ari Fletcher, Toya Carter, Tiny Harris, Nicki Minaj, the list goes on.

“Girl, I owe your dad loot. I can’t believe he agreed to keep Kross. I’m trynna get drunk an-”

Before Aaliyah could finish, a man stood over me. He smelt good as hell. I didn’t even have to look back to notice he was tall, just from his shadow.

“Buenas tardes, señora, señoras. My name is Angel. May I ask what the two of you are.... enjoying as your choice of drink?”

Aaliyah looked to me and smiled.

“Mina Velha....Rojo”

I already knew where her head was. He nodded, looking past her then down at me.

“And how do you like it?... is it you’re uh.... as they say in America....cup of tea?”

I smiled, finally looking up at him and catching my breath discreetly.

“It’s nice, very complimenting taste”

He extended his hand to shake mine. I reached out her his, feeling as he slipped something into my hand, and leaned down kissing my hand.

“I didn’t get your name”

I smiled.

“I didn’t give it”

He laughed, I could feel all eyes on us, but somehow I was just trapped in his gaze.

“Could I have it?”

“Mia... Mia De Los Santos”

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Jailbait, A Reactionary Post

Overprotective much?

Major Crimes, S2xE13: Episode Review Parents trying to protect their children Eric & His Parents Mani & Selina Sharon & Rusty Jealous Andy Rusty + Chess Sharon & Therapy

I love Provenza's opening line of the episode. "85 degrees in December. Sykes why am I not sitting in front of my air conditioner."

Not only is he complaining. I mean what else is new? But that their in the middle of a heat wave. Also that it's December and that means it's getting close to Christmas. Which the holiday season is a big deal with the MC crew and as we later learn with Sharon as well. I personally love seeing the squad room being decked out in Christmas decorations.

I love that once Andy finds what could be Eric (or one of his victims) it's Amy that and fit herself through some tiny ass bars to examine the body. Julio tries but all he can get is his arm through. Mike doesn't have any bolt cutters to cut the chains. Provenza sees how far the doors won't open and grumbles. I'm sorry I wish I could remember who mentioned this a while back but after this Mike makes sure to bring bolt cutters with him whenever he goes into the field.

Tipsy Morales. Got to love tipsy Morales! Once Morales tells the squad he's running on alcohol. Sharon wants to make sure he's all there. He reassures her that he'll redo the tests when he's sober.

"No. I'll just repeat these tests tomorrow and we'll be good. Just don't expect my usual genius." Even tipsy there's his wonderful ego. And then he forgets what he was going to say.

Parents going overboard protecting their children

Eric & his Parents

Eric’s parents protected him from the police because they didn't want him to go back to jail. Later it turns out that it's Eric's mother that is really protecting him from the police. And that his father was the one who killed him because the police let him out of jail and that he knew his son would prey on another girl. When the squad appears at Eric's house his mother definitely does not want the cops in there. She even tells them it's not Eric's house but theirs and they can't barge in their. But according to the law that doesn't matter when Eric is paroled and the address given his parents house.

They are HUGELY uncooperative. It seems that Eric's mother would rather he be off committing rape than be in jail. Like I get that she's his mother but the kid is a criminal who ran away.

Even Eric's sister Kim goes off. She starts filming with her phone after Julio yells at her because she doesn't want them to take photos from their home. "I'm Kim Reilly from Los Angeles. And the LAPD is robbing my home because apparently if your brother is a rapist you get treated like one too." I'm split here because it's got to be hugely uncomfortable having to live with the fact that your brother raped someone and on top of that have the cops barge into your home. On the other side because he skipped that means they are on a time crunch so the cops will be mean because they need to stress the importance of finding him as quickly as possible before he rapes again. Which none of the Reilly family seem to take (except for Eric's father).

Once Provenza yells at them for fighting it's Kim that tells them that Eric took off in Mom's car. "And you quickly remove your anklet. Boom. Nobody knows your not wearing it." "Except the 8,483 people who have seen this video." Not to mention Eric's entire family when they let him take off in Mom's car.

Eric's parents are so completely unhinged. Once we find out that it was Eric's father that killed him because he knew he was going to rape again. We start to see the true colors of Eric's parents and how much rage they both have. Eric's father explodes at the police and questions how they could let him go because he was so dangerous. Eric's mother the hauls off, punches him right in the face and starts to pumple him. Also I feel really sorry for Kim here finding out her father killed her brother who was a rapist and then watching as her mother beats the crap out of him.

Mani & Selena An overprotective dad finally lets his daughter go out on a date and she ultimately ends up dead. He wouldn't let her date until she was 16 which if you ask me isn't too strict of a rule. My problem with Mani is him using Eric's victim's sister Heather Shore to provoke Eric. Even though he wouldn't allow her to go to him - it did put her in a terrible position. He abused his position as a police officer to stalk and set up Eric into another situation that would put him back in jail.

One has to wonder if something like that happened to their children. Just what would Sharon, Andy, Julio and Mike do? There are some startling similarities between Selena and Rusty. Although Rusty is alive and is still dealing with the emotional fallout of his prostitution.

"I don't care who you are. You don't use a picture of your own kid as bait for a rapist." - Thank you for being a decent human being, Andy Flynn! Add that to Mike shaking his head in agreement.

Later on we see the two fathers looking at each other when Provenza questions Heather on why Eric Reilly would have a picture of her.

This exchange. "Hey Sanchez. Do you know this guy?" "Oh yeah right because all us LA Latinos know we each other right Flynn?" "Uh...I do know him."

I love both of their responses. Why would Andy expect Julio to know this guy just because he's a Latino Cop? And then Julio actually turning out to knowing the guy accompanied by one of Andy's infamous eye rolls. Also what is up with that walk Julio?

When Sharon, Provenza and Andy are talking to Mani. Mike and Buzz are performing a comedy routine in the background.

I love how Mike is trying silently to grab Sharon's attention as he and Buzz have found something. Once she acknowledges him, he turns away only to bump straight into Buzz.

"I am not the kind of person that likes to get bogged down in all the rules." I love her super huge lie here! Everyone's reactions to it are priceless. Provenza who looks to Andy and then Julio. Julio who suddenly is paying attention now and Andy look looks towards Sharon with a raise eyebrow. If Mani had any idea of what kind of reputation she had, then he'd know they were on to him.

Look how fast both Andy and Julio pull out their guns on Mani. As soon as he reaches for his phone they whip out their guns in no time flat!

Sharon & Rusty

"There's a difference between being mentally ill and emotionally injured." I love how both Dr Joe and Sharon's conversations in this episode finally start to make (uber thick headed) Rusty look at his emotional state and his past as a prostitute in a different way.

I also love how just like Sharon, Dr Joe doesn't let Rusty get away with anything. Or for that matter how much he looks out for Rusty, even from Sharon. As one of the first things he tells her is that he's not into forcing anyone into therapy. As this whole thing was Sharon's idea. And later on when Sharon is trying to get some info on how Rusty is doing in therapy by trying to get Dr Joe to bend the rules.

On the other hand - I am not sure if Rusty would ever have sought out therapy if Sharon hadn't pushed him into this little deal they made. I have to give to Sharon who always is so methodical and organized. She really does some great research when she found Dr Dr Joe. He's looking out in Rusty's best interests, even from his nosy mother. And on top of that as I also mentioned he doesn't let Rusty walk over him. Plus theirs the whole playing Chess thing which was a stipulation of Rusty's.

Not to mention having Dr Joe lay everything out in front of Rusty. In the way that Sharon never could. He outright tells Rusty that he was legally raped. Sharon never could or would have said that to him. Not because she didn't think that but because she was and is still careful about how she parents him. She always nudges Rusty in the right direction but she doesn't ever forcefully pushes him. She ultimately lets Rusty come to his own conclusions. Her talking of him being raped would have him running the other direction. Emotionally and (probably) physically away from her.

Jealous Andy Not to mention that we get a jealous Andy here. Sharon's attention is completely taken away from him as soon as Dr Joe walks in. She kind of gets a little flirty with him and Andy's not to particularly thrilled by that.

Rusty + Chess "My standards of weird might be higher than yours." "I doubt it." This exchange. hahaha! I love it. and this... "I always play to win. Even with 12 year olds." I love this line and I can't believe I missed it. Kind of feels half serious. He doesn't actually play seriously as we see at the end of the episode. He was holding back from Rusty. And also as a jab at Rusty who acts as if he's 30 some of the time and at other times acts like he's 12.I also love how Dr Joe makes a deal with Rusty to get some information out of him.

I love this tiny scene in which Rusty is some completely flummoxed on how Dr Joe beat him. He's attempting to study his stragedy and it seems like he really isn't making any progress.

Sharon & Therapy Once Sharon admits to being reluctant to therapy in the past and how it ultimately helped her when she shot and killed someone. Rusty seems more open to it. I think that a huge part of him was in some serious denial. He was in survival mode for so long that he didn't really stop and take a look at all of the damage that his abandonment, abuse and prostitution had in his life. I also think that another part of his reluctance for therapy was just as he said. He wasn't crazy therefore he didn't need therapy. To which Sharon makes a wonderful argument that it's not just the mentally injured that need therapy.

Sharon admits to having shot someone. Which makes me wonder if she killed him or just wounded him? Although we do see some emotional fallout from her having shot and killed Dwight Darnell in season 5. And she tells Rusty that she was forced to relive it by the courts and how much therapy helped her get through that.

Then she pulls some reverse psychology on him. After trying to talk him into it for a year and a half. And her conversation with him here, the awesomeness of Dr Joe really starts to get his wheels turning in his head.

What I don't like: Not really anything comes to mind. Pretty much all of the characters, have a tiny moment in this episode. Even Amy who managed to slip through that gate when no one else could. I think maybe the fact that Mani gets pissed at MC for catching him and then blames them for what he did.

What I like: The introduction of Dr Joe. Who is an awesome awesome character. I'm looking forward to seeing more of him in season 6 as we know he'll be popping up at some point. I really like how both Dr Joe and Sharon bring different perspectives to Rusty on therapy. I love Rusty's confession at the end of the episode that no matter how bad things got for him that in the end he did find some light. He found people that love and care about him in the way he never had before. Also...Laura Roslin and her father in law Joseph Adama

Also I just noticed that Andy has a toy snake with a frog in it’s mouth on his desk. Julio having his wedding photo and one of him and Mark. Provenza’s trophy, Retirement Funds Jar, Provenza Bobble head and mouth with feet. Sharon’s abstract dancing sculptures and her motivational framed poster. I love noticing little details on their desks and how much it shows in their personalities.

This show is rather amazing in it’s visual details when it doesn’t have the time to inform us through words.

#major crimes #a reactionary post #mc season 2 reactionary post #sharon raydor #andy flynn #provenza #Julio Sanchez #mike tao #amy sykes #rusty beck #dr joe #shandy #sharon/andy

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When my dad fights with me about being ill and disabled he always says the same thing. I wanna be clear before I go on that he’s not a bad person. He does not understand. He has his own issues and his own worries. It’s incredibly difficult for a parent to see their child ill and my father does not have the mental or emotional resources to deal with it, so unfortunately, he reacts in ways and says things he doesn’t really mean that make my mental state worse because then it just confirms that I’ve ruined his life by being sick. He’s terrified that he will spend the rest of his life caring for his mother, and for me, and will have nothing left for himself. This isn’t the life he wanted.

But it’s not the life I wanted either. I didn’t ask to be sick. I never asked to be born with ticking time bombs for genes, or a messed up spine, or to develop PTSD. But I’m doing the best with what life has given me even when I feel lost and wonder if I was born to suffer and never be happy or comfortable. Anyway. He says to me while I cry and retch, “you know better” and “you’re smarter than this.” And I don’t.... know what that means. Usually, when I’m in a bad state, him saying that sends me flying into a rage because I don’t know what the fuck it means and it frustrates me because I don’t know what more he wants from me.

I’ve worked so hard these past several years to audition, book jobs, work 3 different part time jobs, taking on odd jobs whenever I can (even if it means throwing up at the job or when I get home because of the strain on my body’s already limited resources). I research my illnesses, I talk to others, I’m always trying new things all the time, always doing my best to look on the positive side, always smiling when people ask how I am even the tissue around my spine is swollen and making it hard to understand language. I go to work with icepacks on my neck and when customers ask what happened I just laugh and say, “it’s a long story!”

But I’m always getting my hopes up for a new treatment to give me relief and help me get stronger only to have a flare up that knocks me on my ass and suddenly I’m creeping back below 100lbs, shaking trying to lift a spoon to my mouth, gagging trying to take medication or supplements to help me feel better, falling down a lot dizzy and dazed after a 6 hour shift, burning my hands with tea because I’m so weak, pulling over on the side of the road to throw up before working shoots, apologizing to my agent if an audition is too far and interferes with my medical treatments. And then I think, “am I delusional for doing this when I’m sick?” and I refuse, and I’m like, “No, there are totally actors with chronic illness! If they can do it, so can I. I can be tough like them.”

But the thing is, I had accepted that this was my life. After I turned 25 and had not only my usual bad winter flare up a really deep depressive episode because I was like “wow I’m old now and these illnesses have no cure and the doctors are so mean to me and my dad resents me for ruining his life by being sick and my dreams will not come true and I’m just a burden and I wish I had never been born”, I wiped my tears away and accepted it. I said, “if I’m gonna be in pain every day anyway, I might as well put in 110% and do what I love. If I’m gonna throw up on set, I’ll just pack meds and mints and hoard bananas so that I can do my best! I’ll vape a little medical cannabis when I can to take the edge off the pain, I’ll rest whenever possible, and I’ll kick ass!” I was so determined. Stepping onto sets every week and meeting so many people, I felt so happy, even if I was in pain, even if I was having really bad cycling mood swings (that I mostly kept to myself) that made me doubt if I really was happy.

I got strict. I started making schedules for myself. Self-care and rest routines. Anything I could do to maximize productivity so I could not only audition, work on set, go back to Japanese school, and work part time jobs as a cushion to help pay my sometimes $800 a month medical expenses, but so that I could start making vlogs to help other people who are sick too. Yoga, meditation, herbs, more yoga, acupuncture, chiropractor, massage, therapy, acu-pressure mat, inversion table, so many pain relief gels and oils that my papers and clothes and blankets and all stained. This is my life now.

And he always says those things, “you know better” and “you’re smarter than this” especially when I’m in bed in a neck brace crying because the pain is so intense and nothing is helping it or at the toilet violently throwing up, having a meltdown because I’m in so much pain or have been vomiting/unable to eat for days/weeks and/or y’know. Bleeding from my intestines daily for years straight. (Yes, TMI, sorry. I BLEED FROM MY GUTS and people still wanna tell me I’m not sick enough or I’m faking)

But it scares me when he says these things when I’m at the end of my rope because I can no longer cope with all of it and have no actual support system at home. I feel trapped and isolated. Out of resources. As much as I try to teach other people ways to deal with every aspect of illness, whether physical or mental or emotional, I’m just as vulnerable.

How can I “know better” than physical illnesses that cause me such intense daily pain, organ problems, constant fatigue and vomiting spells, and severe insomnia that all send me into sensory overload that make me have epic meltdowns because I don’t get much relief and the discomfort and pressure on my brain stem/spinal cord/nerves literally make me lose my mind? Like. It’s not “oh boobloo I have a flu/hangover and I don’t feel well.” It’s intense, constant, deep pain in my skin, my muscles, my nerves, my spine, my organs. It’s everything. It’s gnawing, aching, itching, burning, stinging, scratching, acid, lightning, electricity, melting, disintegrating. Every day. Every day! Every damn day. Unless I am very lucky and have a few days of low pain or my cells make a little extra energy, or I time my pain meds right (which I don’t like to take every day because opiate withdrawals are horrible 0/10 would not recommend).

How can I “be smarter than” the way these illnesses affect my neurology, my mood, my perception of reality, my outlook on life?

“It’s not about being smarter,” I always tell him, voice hoarse from so much crying. “It’s not about that. I’m sick. I’m very sick and you keep telling me I’m too smart to be this sick. It’s not about that. It’s not about being smart. Stop telling me I’m smarter than this. It doesn’t matter if I’m smart or stupid. I’m sick and I just need someone to care. Not yell at me. I need help. I need support.”

And from there, the arguments devolve into screaming.

And from there, I lose sensation in my body and mind and heart. I stop caring about auditions, about work, about my videos, about games, about friends, about my dreams, about my favorite shows, my favorite food, bath time, robots, eyelashes, new wigs, tea time.

And I get so scared and I have to cling to any little thing to make it to tomorrow. A tomorrow that I know will bring more pain and tears.

But, I’m supposed to be smarter than this. I guess.

#long post #teku #personal

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How I Got This Body: Choosing Consistency Over Speed, Eating a Keto Diet, and Starting a Fitness Instagram

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Who: Louis Kim, a 40-year-old real estate broker Lives: Ballston Height: 5’10” Pounds lost: 60 pounds How long it took: Six months

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The video on the left is from 01/06/19 the video on the right is from 07/27/19. Both 106 lbs each after a workout. The workout I did on the right significantly harder than the one I did on the left. • • Could I be slimmer? • • I absolutely could have lost more weight during the months between January 6 and July 27. I could have been more disciplined, I could have eaten less, I could have done more cardio, I could have pushed myself more, and I could have also gained more weight too. All of that has passed. I can’t change the mistakes, and I can’t rest on the victories I’ve already stacked. Until I make prime health, and high performance an absolute standard in my life I can’t rest. The irony is when peak performance is the baseline there will only be forward movement and growth. • • Whatever happens in the future depends on what I do today. Whatever I did in the past is in the past. All I can control is this minute, this moment now. So what I can promise is a commitment to keep growing, and pushing myself. All else is a byproduct of my efforts. My expectation by December is to be in the 250 lbs range with a high degree of athleticism. This goal is necessary so that by July of next year I will be 185 lbs and primed for Mount Rainier. • • Whatever you are seeking, whatever you want, whatever you desire, whatever you want to change just take the steps to move forward. Stay Salty AF Friends. • • #75hard #75hardchallenge #saltyasian #saltyasians #salty8sians #salty8sian #saltyfam #staysaltyAF

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Turning point: I was tired of feeling tired. I’d ballooned back up to 363 pounds and started to have problems sitting up because my stomach was so large. It would push me backwards, so I’d have to slouch whenever I sat.

Exercise: I started working out with a trainer who I’d met at Washington Sports Club a long time ago. He and I had a rhythm that picked right back up like you do with old friends. Because he knew my abilities [from] the past, he didn’t give me a chance to quit. I started once a week with him, and still see him once a week.

In January, I started working [out] with one of the trainers at One Life Fitness. At the time, I had all these goals for strength, like squatting 400 pounds, deadlifting 500 pounds, and benching 300 pounds. Today I’m more concerned about work capacity and doing high-volume workouts to burn more calories and build endurance. My goal is to climb Mount Rainier next summer and Aconcagua the following fall.

A major fitness threshold I broke at One Life Fitness was benching 225 pounds for the first time in my life. I think the day we did it, I got up to 265 pounds for a one-rep max.

Diet: I went strict Keto. The last three months, I slipped off; however, I’m back to strict again. I count macros more than calories, unless my weight plateaus. Today I focus very heavily on eating veggies and protein, along with eliminating anything with a sweet flavor profile.

How he stuck with it: That’s a loaded question. I don’t think anyone truly stays dogmatically committed or motivated to their routine. For me, I am focused on a constant forward momentum. So if I slip up, I don’t let it ruin my day. I focus on getting back on the saddle as quickly as possible, negating what just happened, and then building the momentum back. There’s so much inspiration porn on social media that motivation has to come from a deep desire to achieve something—it’s meaningless without action.

There is no such thing as a work, life, and fitness balance. You prioritize and then converge those areas where you can, like spending time with family outdoors on a hike or getting some cardio in on a bike while listening to a book you have to read. Those areas that don’t fit into your goals have to fall [lower] on your priority list and you get to them when you can.

Favorite splurge: My splurge these days is a Fresca or a Coke Zero. I’ve mostly eliminated sweets from my diet when I’m out with friends or family. [If] everyone else is drinking, I’ll drink artificial sweetener. I can tell you I regret it every time because I feel more sore the next day. The only other thing I will do is have a milkshake if I’ve done something endurance-related for multiple hours.

Changes to his “invisible” health: I’m a Type 2 diabetic because of my weight. [Now], my blood sugar is naturally lower. I also sleep better.

How he felt then vs. how he feels now: When I started, I wanted it next week—I wanted to be 100 pounds lighter [immediately]. Today I am going to be happier if it takes me two years to lose another 100 pounds if it means that I can keep it off forever. Consistency trumps speed. More importantly, sustainability until I die is the only way I win. Doing the things that instill lifetime habits and strategies are all that matters.

Newfound body love: If I could just show my legs everywhere, I’d be one sexy bitch.

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Here’s the thing about trying…it’s the fucking bare minimum. Showing up and just trying is literally the difference between doing something and just talking about doing something. I told myself over 2 years ago hey I’ve lost weight before I’ll start tomorrow and crush it hard. That became a daily routine where one day rolled into another 2 years. I wake up and I’m heavier, angrier, and in THE worst shape of my life. I wasn’t even trying. So at some point when you’re tired enough and angry enough about how you feel go for a 5 minute walk around your block, or 3 flights up and down the stairs of your office don’t think about just do it. • • Make the commitment and when starting from zero do the fucking bare minimum to get started. One step, then build on that, nothing good ever came easy or quick. • • After you start “trying” then you have to start growing. Keep pushing yourself through those areas that are uncomfortable. It’s super cheesy however get “comfortable being uncomfortable” it’s the truth. Eventually you will dig at it like a scab and find yourself pushing towards growth. • Two three months ago box jumps seemed impossible, until one day I just started it. Then this motherfucker @alitrainshumans pushes me to do 24” box jumps. I do a few and now I can’t cycle them but I’m doing them for reps in workouts. Leads us to today. • • Ali’s been pushing me to hit 30” and of course today was going to be another day of attempting. I wanted to post this because I didn’t make it happen today. Attempt, after attempt, after attempt, I ended up missing. If you see the video I am physically capable of getting on the box. I get on the box two or three times and lose my balance. Physical isn’t the problem. I mentally am uncertain of doing it. The doubt I’m carrying in my head is preventing me from reaching what I am physically capable of doing. • What started as a single step forward of doing cardio for 20 minutes has me doing 150 squats and biking 15 miles in the same day. Just trying isn’t good enough anymore. My mind has to shift towards focused effort as part of a larger plan so I can make the adjustments to continue to grow. #75hard #saltyasian #saltyasians

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On who keeps him accountable: [Fitness coach] Ali Register—he’s my spirit animal and helped me get off my ass. He truly pushes me to overcome my limitations. We are working on jumping up to a 30-inch box. [And trainer] Joe Heilen—he’s helped me push my body in a way I had never [done before].

To those who want to make a change: [My Instagram page] sums it up.

This interview has been edited and condensed. Readers should consult their doctors before making health and wellness decisions.

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Mimi Montgomery joined Washingtonian in 2018. She previously was the editorial assistant at Walter Magazine in Raleigh, North Carolina, and her work has appeared in Washington City Paper, DCist, and PoPVille. Originally from North Carolina, she now lives in Adams Morgan.

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How I Got This Body: Choosing Consistency Over Speed, Eating a Keto Diet, and Starting a Fitness Instagram

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How I Got This Body: Choosing Consistency Over Speed, Eating a Keto Diet, and Starting a Fitness Instagram

Photographs courtesy of Louis Kim.

Who: Louis Kim, a 40-year-old real estate broker Lives: Ballston Height: 5’10” Pounds lost: 60 pounds How long it took: Six months

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A post shared by Lou K (@salty8sian) on Jul 28, 2019 at 11:18am PDT

A major fitness threshold I broke at One Life Fitness was benching 225 pounds for the first time in my life. I think the day we did it, I got up to 265 pounds for a one-rep max.

Changes to his “invisible” health: I’m a Type 2 diabetic because of my weight. [Now], my blood sugar is naturally lower. I also sleep better.

Newfound body love: If I could just show my legs everywhere, I’d be one sexy bitch.

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A post shared by Lou K (@salty8sian) on Jul 18, 2019 at 12:28pm PDT

To those who want to make a change: [My Instagram page] sums it up.

This interview has been edited and condensed. Readers should consult their doctors before making health and wellness decisions.

Associate Editor

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Otherkin

In a small remote village, the town schedules their entire lives around sunlight. Anyone bold – or stupid – enough to be out at dark, are never seen again. Darold’s little brother Jack doesn’t understand why they should be afraid of the otherkin and tests the boundaries.

Otherkin is November’s flash fiction that’ll bring readers into a fantasy-horror themed creature feature. Experience the story in written word, audio, artwork and soundscape.

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All Fun and Games

Normally I didn’t find myself wandering through the forest at dusk. The sun setting meant it was about to be dark, and that has everyone fearful. Being in a forest at night, hearing the soft singing of, “catch me, catch me. Don’t think you can. Guess I’m free! Hee! Hee! Hee!” echoed through the trees.

Hearing the silly song would be enough to send anyone screaming for their lives. No one else was out in the woods. Unfortunately, I know whose voice it was, and I couldn’t just leave him. What kind of brother would I be?

“Quit playing around!” I called out. “Mom is going to be mad at us. It’s past dusk.” I stepped through the slippery ground, carefully avoiding the creek, so I didn’t fall into the cold water. My rubber boots were covered in mud, overalls dusty. This was a trio of all the things that put grey hair on our mother’s head.

“Jack!” I called out again. This is downright childish, I thought. Jack knew the dangers of being out in the dark. He was a child, but that didn’t make this any easier.

A splash came from the creek, catching my attention. It was too dark to see what hit the water, but the ripples came in my direction. “Jack?” I asked, taking a step closer to the sound. The closer I got, I spotted a half-wet rock. In the dark, the narrow shape made it look like a strange mask.

“Cut it out!” I called out.

Ruffling came from the nearby shrubs. That had to be Jack.

I stepped away from the creek and hurried over to the sound. The ruffling continued, and I could make out branches of a bush shaking around.

Got’ya, I thought as I slowed my pace, creeping up to the bush. The plant continued to move at a consistent pace as I came arm’s length from it.

“Jack!” I shouted while jumping over to see the other side of the bush. Nothing. The bush continued to shake. Was Jack inside?

“CAW!!” came a high-pitched scream as small hands snagged my forearm.

I spun around while letting out a yelp. Beside me was a small blonde kid in a tattered blue coat – my brother.

“Jack!” I slapped his head. The bush stopped moving. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked.

“Ow,” Jack said while raising his one hand with string. “I got you good.” He pulled on the string, causing the bush to move.

“Very funny. We’re so late. We have to get home. Come on.” I snagged my little brother’s hand and marched down to the creek.

“We’re just playing,” Jack said. “Look how far we got today!”

“Yeah,” I said. “We can explore more tomorrow, just before dusk. This was way too risky.”

I understood my brother’s enthusiasm for going further up the creek. Our goal was always to see how far into the forest we could make it before dusk arrived. Considering we were on a strict time limit, it created a gamification aspect of exploring the woods. He just took it too far today.

“Mom is going to freak out,” I added.

“No, she won’t,” Jack said.

“Yes, for all we know they’re prepping a search party for us.”

“They’ve never done that. The otherkin would get them.” Jack said.

My brother had a point, no one ever seemed to do much when someone went missing in the forest. Once darkness hit, it was too risky to try and send in a search party. The lost quickly turned into the deceased in the eyes of the village.

“Alright,” I said. “You got me there. Just please don’t pull that kind of stuff again. Otherwise, the otherkin will get you too.”

Back Home

The two of us followed the creek back down to the village, leaving the thick forest, and onto the grassy foothills. There were a couple of lights coming from the homes down below. The rest of the village was blacked out. Lights off by dusk was the wisest thing anyone could do.

We reached the gravel road and walked into town, leading to our home. I couldn’t help but think how mad mom was going to be about all of this. She would have my head because I was the older brother. ‘Little Jackie’ couldn’t possibly do anything wrong.

Jack scratched his head, saying, “I’ve seen one.”

“What?” I asked.

“An otherkin.”

“That’s a big pile of crap,” I said.

“It’s true!” Jack argued.

“No way. You’d be dead.”

“Nu-uh.”

“No one has survived seeing one. People simply go missing.”

“Then how do you know they’re real?” Jack asked.

“Because we can hear them. We’ve found their nests and feathers. Oh, then there’s the obvious fact that people go missing,” I said.

“Not all of them, they’re not much different than us. They’re like, ‘kin’ more so than ‘other.’”

I shook my head, there was no point in arguing with my little brother. He had a mind of his own, hence the fiasco tonight. He was convinced he saw an otherkin. The boy had an active imagination, and there wasn’t much else to be said about it.

“You’d have to be out super late,” I said. “You couldn’t have seen one.”

“No, sometimes they are awake during the day.”

“Not from what I’ve heard.”

Jack and I strolled on home. Our house was one of the houses with their lights on. By the time we reached the front door, it had opened, and both my mother and father stepped out.

“Darold, Jackie!” My mom said, rushing up to us. She got down on her knee and took Jack by the shoulders and examined him thoroughly. “What on earth were you two doing?”

My dad put his hands on his hips, saying, “do you have any idea how late it is? You could have been killed!”

“Yes,” I said. “I am aware. Jack wandered a little too far again.”

“Heavens no!” mom said. “This was well past sunset. Jack, you got lost.” She wrapped her one arm around Jack and the other around me, bringing us both in for a tight squeeze.

I looked up at my dad who stared down at me, saying nothing. With a glare like that, I knew he was blaming me for this stunt.

A distant chatter roared through the skyline. It was high-pitched, almost like the sound of a little girl laughing.

Dad exhaled and waved his hand, saying, “let’s get inside.”

“That’s earlier than normal,” mom said while standing up.

“We haven’t seen much other wildlife over the past few weeks,” Dad said. “They’re hungry.”

Routine

The four of us hurried into the home. Dad locked the door and reinforced it with an additional plank of wood. Mom extinguished all the candles, leaving us to wander through the darkness. This was usual, we made sure everything was off the floor, and we could easily get to our shared bedroom. It was much safer sleeping in a group rather than separate rooms.

Dad kept his rifle with him, mom at his side and my brother and I between them.

Shouts and cries began to pick up outside. They were muffled, but they were the usual sounds we heard most nights when the otherkin came out.

“Don’t do that again,” mom whispered.

“Okay,” I said.

A thud came from above, causing us to look up. Dust fell from the ceiling as heavy thumping picked up.

Chattering and laughter came from outside. The sounds brought back the memory of when I first heard the haunting sounds of the otherkin, now, it was just another day of life. Another day of survival.

The thumping stopped as several big gushes picked up until the sound faded.

My dad exhaled heavily. “I hate when they peck the roof.”

The rest of the night was uneventful, and the four of us managed to get some sleep. We usually get up at about sunrise, when the otherkin returned to their nests. We attended to the village’s farm with our daily tasks, ate, and continued our work throughout the afternoon.

After dinner, my brother couldn’t wait to get out of the village and get back to the creek to see if we could make a further hike up to the forest. Maybe this time we would find an animal corpse – leftovers from the otherkins’ meal.

“Darold,” mom said. “Please don’t stay out that late again. Come back before dusk.”

“We will,” I said.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

After that, mom gave us the approval and we hurried out of the house and followed the road leading into the forest.

New Records

Jack and I walked up the creek as per usual after dinner. This time I would keep a closer eye on the kid, make sure he didn’t get any wise-ass ideas to pull a prank on me. The last thing I wanted was to get another lecture from my dad about responsibility. Jack was lucky, he was the baby in the family and didn’t have to hear about responsibility.

The two of us wandered the creek up to where the long, mask-like rock rested in the stream. In the daylight, the shadows didn’t quite cast the same visuals. Either way, this was the last point we were at the previous night. We made good time.

“I need to pee,” Jack said, stopping in his tracks.

“Just go behind that tree,” I pointed to the large tree behind us.

Jack hurried away from the creek, carefully stepping around the slippery mud and up to the tree. He moved around the trunk and out of sight. A whizzing sound came from behind the tree. Then there was silence.

“Jack?” I called out. “Come on out, no games this time.”

“Catch me, catch me. Don’t think you can. Guess I’m free! Hee! Hee! Hee!” came a soft voice.

“Cut it out!” I hurried up to the tree trunk as my brother peeked around.

“Hi!” Jack said.

“Don’t sing that song. I’m so tired of your jokes.”

“I didn’t.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, eyeing my brother closely.

“I didn’t sing that,” Jack repeated

“You mean right now? Don’t mess with me.”

“C-a-ch me, c-caw-ch m-m-aw…” a voice picked up in the forest.

A metaphoric spider crawled down my back, standing every hair up on my skin. “Jack,” I said. “That song was never you, was it?”

A branch snapping came from the tree directly above us, causing debris to fall. I brushed leaves and wood splinters from my face until my hand came into contact with something soft. It was like a leaf, but grey. I snagged it off my face to see it was a feather.

The Otherkin

With no words, I snagged my brother’s hand and skidded down from the higher ground. Scraping came from above as bark tumbled down onto the dirt behind us. We reached the creek and sprinted down the forest, carefully avoiding the mud and slippery rocks. A thud came from behind as a large squawk roared through the woods.

Thumping echoed our footsteps, they were heavier and picked up in speed.

Don’t get us, don’t get us, I thought, tightening the grip on my brother’s hand. My knees began to ache from my legs slamming onto the descending ground.

“C-C-AW-TCH M-AH!” came a high-pitched scream behind us. “C-C-AW-TCH M-AH!” It sounded close, the stomping was unsettlingly louder.

Please don’t, please don’t, I thought. Was it right behind us? I honestly didn’t know. The trees in front of us were further apart, we were in the outskirts of the forest but still too far from the grassy hills and the village.

The stomping increased again, and I could hear the sound of ruffling feathers.

I couldn’t help it, I had to see what was behind us. If this was it, I had to see my nemesis. I turned my head to look back, just one quick glance.

My foot slipped on a rock, and a tumbled forward, still holding onto my little brother, falling directly into the creek, my face had to hit a rock because I slid into something hard. This was it, we were the otherkin’s next meal.

A deafening rifle roar echoed as the being behind us squawked. Several gushes of wind picked up as I rolled onto my back, wiping my face clear of the mud and blood.

In the sky, I could see a silhouette of a humanoid with wings and sharp talons for feet. The creature was too close to the sun, and I couldn’t make out any more details as it flew above the trees, further into the forest, and disappearing from sight.

My little brother cried, he was beside me, on his knees, covered in mud and water.

Further down the creek, I saw a tall man with a rifle as smoke escaped the chamber. Dad. Victor of the otherkin.

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