#they went to the Bay in summer for a small trip

[borathae]

“Courtesy of your sudden insomnia, you attempt to seek sleepiness by sitting at the beach. Which sadly means leaving a very sleepy and even cuddlier Yoongi in the tent. Something he doesn’t like at all.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader 

Genre: slice of life Fluff, established relationship!AU, Camping Trip!AU

Warnings: Yoongi being a sleepy & tiny cutie, the smallest hint at suggestive themes in the form of Yoongi being secretly subby for strong!OC fjadfja, i apologise for my strength kink shining through at the end, my 5"3 ass really thinks that she can carry a cute boy who is taller than her, lisTEN I JUST WANNA CARRY MY BOI >:-( AT LEAST LET ME DO IT IN FICTION >:-(

Wordcount: 2.1k

a/n: writing this made me think of all the summer holidays I spent in Croatia with my grandparents and I got incredibly sad because I won’t ever be able to see my grandpa again. the campsite is inspired by the campsite they always had their caravan at and despite my very sad author notes, this is a happy drabble lmaoo

Your boyfriend is sleeping with his back facing you. Somewhere in the tent someone is snoring. Probably Jungkook. Hoseok shares a tent with you as well. He’s got Dragana sleeping next to him. The others, consisting of Taehyung, Jimin, Seokjin and Emma as well as Genevieve, are sharing the neighbouring tent.

If one hadn’t figured it out yet, you went camping. The trip started on Saturday and has been going on for four days. It will still continue for another ten days. 

Nature is beautiful. The trips you take during the day are goddamn amazing and the food Yoongi prepares on your camping grill is to die for. You help him every night, which earned you the loving title of “this trips’ mom and dad”. Jungkook tried not to snicker, but he did. 

The campsite offers various activities and entertainment zones as well and you are able to reach a small town by car twenty minutes from here. 

Truly, it is utterly perfect here. Tall pine forests fill the air with their scents and the ocean offers places to swim and relax. The campsite is located along a bay, which meant the water was almost calm and the boats weren’t racing past you with their loud motors. It was utterly perfect this way.

It is nothing but relaxation and yet you can’t fall asleep. Maybe it’s Jungkook’s snoring or maybe it’s the slightly uncomfortable camping bed, but you can’t fall asleep tonight. You have already been trying for the past two hours and it’s getting exhausting.

You reach out and tap Yoongi’s back, whispering his name as quietly as possible. 

He wakes up instantly, lifting his head as a small “hm” escapes him. A tired “mhm-hm” follows and then he already turns his head to you, showing off his terribly dented hair. 

“Hm-mh”, another sleepy sound and then Yoongi rolls over, facing you that way. He is looking at you, you know that he is because his eyes reflect the moonlight in a slightly ruby glow. 

“Mhm?”

“Did I wake you?”

“Hm.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi closes his eyes and places his hand on your cheek. It is heavy and really warmed up from balling it into a fist in his sleep. 

“I tried to, but I can’t.”

“Hmh.”

“Yoongi, can’t you stay awake with me a little?”

“M.”

You stub his nose. Unlike his hand, it is cold to the touch. Courtesy of the chilly night air. Yet another reason why you can’t fall asleep. You are so, so cold that you can’t get comfortable. 

“Please Boongie.”

“Do I gotta?” he murmurs in a deep, raspy voice. It is truly so heavy in sleep that you can barely decipher the syllables. 

“Yes, please.”

He opens his eyes, blinking at you slowly. He doesn’t say anything. You share silence and Jungkook’s snoring. Somehow you think that it got even louder.

“Yoongi, I’m cold and the bed is uncomfy and Kookie’s snoring so loudly.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi closes in and drapes his arm over you so he could tug you in properly. Then he rubs his hand up and down your back, warming you up that way. The shivering stops, because he is warm and feels safe. You are nuzzled into his chest with his scent engulfing you. 

“Thank you. You’re so snuggly.”

“Hmh.”

Another round of silence and Jungkook’s snoring passes. You think that Yoongi fell back asleep because he is breathing terribly slowly again and his hand stopped rubbing your back.

You wiggle so you could tilt your head and look up at his face. 

“Psst, Yoongi?” you whisper.

“Hh”, he wanted to hum again, but it only comes out as an airy sound. 

“I still can’t fall asleep.”

Yoongi peels his eyes open one by one. First the right, then the left.

“Hh”, another airy sound.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

“No.”

You pout and boop his nose, “please?”

He shakes his head slowly.

You huff out air in frustration. Stubborn sleepyhead.

“Fine”, you give up, “I’ll go alone. I’m too energized. You stay comfy.”

You wiggle out of his weak hold even if he whines sleepily and tries to grab for you again. You are stronger however, shaking off his arm successfully.

“Please no”, Yoongi begs, but you have already put your mind to it. You smooch his cheek.

“I’ll be back soon. Promise”, you whisper and roll out of bed, abandoning a sulking Yoongi to tiptoe out of the tent.

The air is cool and smells of pine needles. The once loud cicadas of the day have fallen silent. Only your steps and the occasional cracking of a branch as you step on it can be heard in the silence. The dirty dishes of tonight’s dinner are gathered in a plastic washing basket. Seokjin and Jungkook will carry them to the washing area tomorrow morning to clean them. While Jimin and Hoseok will prepare breakfast. You decided on it after dinner. The campsite doesn’t allow open fire for safety reasons. The coal in the safe griller is still cooling down as you pass it, giving off a hint of warmth. It brushes past your legs as quickly as you walk.

You are around two rows of camper vans and caravans separated from the ocean. One dirt path separates the caravan rows from the tent rows and throughout the area old, wind-bended pines provide shadow in the daylight. Most vans are dark by now, except for one where the lights are still on. You try not to listen in as you pass it on your way to the beach.

The small bar, which offers drinks and snacks during the day, is empty right now. The shutters are closed and the chairs are resting flipped on the tables. You maneuver your way through the tables for the sole purpose of wanting to and it is fun to do. You take the two wooden stairs down and land back on the earthen ground, which was covered in pine needles and pine cones.

Only a few more steps and then there is white rock under your feet. The ocean is just a few more steps away. You take them and jump off the small elevation onto the white pebbles. They crunch under your weight, forming a melody as you wander over the empty beach. There are people relaxing on it during the day and children playing in the shallow waters, but now it looks abandoned and calm. Someone forgot their beach mat on the pebbles. You look around for a moment and once you made sure that the coast is clear, sit down on the mat. It does little to shield the pokey nature of the pebbles, but it is better than sitting on the hard, cold stone without anything in between.

You stretch out your legs and let out a loud sigh. The air smells of ocean and pine needles. It is such a nice smell. You inhale deeply through your nose and exhale the same way. You feel a little sleepier already. The walk wasn’t long, but the change in scenery and the new sights to take in, helped your brain to rid itself of the clutter which has been keeping you awake. It wasn’t bad clutter, but it was just enough to keep you awake. You place your hands on the pebbles behind your back and lean your weight on them. Like this, the stones dig into your butt and so you have to wiggle it to change into a more comfortable position. The stones make a sound as you do and somehow they continue making a sound even after you stopped moving. How peculiar. You listen harder. Steps. Quiet ones, but steps nonetheless. Someone is walking over the pebbles to get to you.

You turn your head and squint your eyes. They have been in the dark long enough that you can see the world perfectly. Someone with a smaller frame and dark hair is trotting to you slowly. Their black hoodie is oversized and their shorts reach them just above their knees. You know exactly who is taking a terribly sleepy walk to you, waiting for him with a fluttering heart.

“Why are you here?” you ask him as he reaches your side.

“I can’t sleep when you’re not with me”, Yoongi answers you and drops down on the beach mat. He turns to you instantly, resting his bend legs on your lap and draping his arm over your tummy so he can rest his head on your shoulder. The sleeves of his hoodie reach over his hands, only the tips of his fingers poke out. He nuzzles his cheek against you and huffs out air almost sadly, “don’t leave like this, please”, he murmurs, sounding oh so sad.

“I’m sorry”, you say, draping your arm around him and pulling him closer, “I just needed some air. Kookie’s snoring almost drove me insane.”

He nods his head in understanding and hums quietly. He snuggles even closer and stubs your neck with his nose. It feels cold from the chilly air, but as he exhales, a warm tingle brushes over your skin.

“You’re warm”, he whispers.

“Mhm, your nose is cold”, you say and rub your hand over his exposed shins, “and your legs too”, you add, rubbing them more vigorously to warm him up.

“I’m cold.”

“I thought you can’t get cold.”

“I get cold when you’re not with me.”

You smile and rest your head against his’, “I see.”

Yoongi reaches further over your waist until he can tug at the sleeve of your hoodie. You understand what his gesture meant, lifting your hand so you can intertwine your fingers with him. Yoongi lets out a small sound of happiness and squeezes your hand, growing smaller in your arm as he relaxes.

“I like this”, he whispers slowly. It is a telltale sign that he is this close to falling asleep on your shoulder. He has his eyes closed.

“I like it too”, you answer him quietly, caressing his knuckles. You have your eyes closed as well.

“Don’t you wanna go back to bed?” he asks with an obvious pout on his lips.

“But I like sitting here. It’s peaceful.”

“I’m sleepy.”

“That’s okay. I’ll carry you back if you fall asleep.”

Yoongi stays silent for a moment before he snuggles against you in a small wiggle and mumbles a shy, “I’m too heavy, don’t do that.”

You chuckle, giving his head a little kiss.

“You’re not too heavy, love. You’re my petite, little prince. I can carry you.”

“Oh my god”, he breathes and wiggles again, nudging your tummy with your intertwined hands, “don’t call me that.”

You smile, pulling him closer and using the safe grip you have on his arm to caress him.

“You’re so cute”, you say and kiss his head softly, nuzzling your nose into his soft hair afterwards to get a whiff of his shampoo. Rosemary and mint. It smells heavenly, making your eyes feel droopy, “mhm love, you smell so good.”

“You too.”

You give him a gentle squeeze and an adoring kiss. Then you rub your hand up and down his arm again.

“I really like this place. It’s so beautiful”, you say. 

“You’re beautiful”, Yoongi murmurs, making your heart flutter.

“You’re so cute”, you murmur and squeeze him, “and you’re beautiful as well.”

“Mhm.”

“How did you find me either way? Did you use your nose?”

“No, I knew you’d be at the beach”, he says and adds in a whisper, “you like the beach.”

He knows. Even the smallest, most inconspicuous details about you, he knows and remembers.

You seriously want to move mountains for this man. When there are clouds in the night sky, you want to blow them away just so he can see the stars and when he feels cold, you want to change the weather just so he doesn’t have to shiver. 

“You know what I thought of right now?” you ask him.

He shakes his head slowly.

“That I love you like crazy.”

He wiggles again and whines, ending it with a terribly shyly mumbled, “I love you too.”

You and he will sit by the beach until his small breaths of sleep meet your ears. Like promised, you carry him back to the tent, even if he wakes up halfway through it as you had to bounce him in your arms for a better grip. He doesn’t complain when he wakes, he merely closes his arms around you tighter and whimpers your name against your neck.

Come morning, he will pretend as if nothing ever happened, but he will sneak longing and very submissive glances your way throughout the day.

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[mochie85]

The Redwoods

Part 2 of my Wanderlust series.

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Summary: The first stop on your road trip through California to visit all the National Parks. And it's colder than you expected. Especially at night! Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader Word Count: 773 (a drabble, really) Warnings: Fluff. Flirting. A/N: This is for @the-slumberparty's July Monthly Challenge. I picked prompt #9, Cuddling for Warmth.

Your teeth were rattling inside your mouth as you held your arms closer to you. The five layers of blankets and the two layers of hoodies and thermals couldn’t keep the cold from seeping through to you and settling into your bones.

It had been a week since graduation. It was already the beginning of June, but Summer comes late to California. The days were warm, and California nights can get extremely cold. Especially this far north and high in elevation.

“Nugget, if you don’t stop shaking, I’m going to assume you are not cut out for this and I’m gonna drive us both home. OW!” Bucky screamed as you kicked him underneath all the layers. You hated that nickname. It annoyed you so much when he reminded you of how short you were.

“Your feet are freezing, woman! Aren’t you wearing socks?” he scolded you.

“No!” you muffled, hiding underneath your wool scarf. Your toes went on the hunt, seeking his warm calf to seep all the heat from his body.

“Uh, uh. Nope! Stop! You are not-” he swatted your foot away. “You are not warming your icicle toes on me!” You giggled as he successfully kept you at bay on your side of the van.

The vintage Volkwagon Bus, that you managed to spruce up from the many ideas on your Pinterest boards, lacked insulation and calking. Bucky noted and whined as the two of you spent the last week sleeping in the back of the "ice cream truck," as Bucky had once called it.

“You’re lucky cuz Smokey decided to sleep next to you to keep you warm!” You said out loud.

“Ya, he sleeps next to me because he can’t get over how loud your teeth are rattling!” And as if he was agreeing, Smokey let out a small grunt growl.

“Traitor!” you sneered at your dog. Then you pouted, giving Bucky your saddest puppy eyes.

“Don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything!” you pouted some more.

“It’s not gonna work. Instead, what I’ll do- I’ll just drive us both home. Where we can sleep in our own beds. Watch Netflix on my flat screen instead of your iPad. And use indoor plumbing like a modern-day person would!”

Bucky was angry and you can tell. You didn’t think he would get so annoyed. Was that how he felt this whole time? It was only the first week of your two-month-long trip. Would he be like this for the rest of the time? Maybe he’ll give up and just leave you in the middle of the trip to go home.

You heard Bucky sigh and then groan in defeat. He watched you as you spiraled into your thoughts. Your face turned from a sad pout into a depressed frown, trying to mask the feelings you had inside.

The covers lifted, opening the small space in between you. “Get over here.” 

You squealed as you rolled your way into his side, your back to his chest. “What are you 10?” he laughed.

“A lady doesn’t scoot!”

“Ha! But nuggets roll,” he mocked. Your feet sought his bare legs in revenge as he hissed inwardly at the contact from your cold touch.

“Hey, be nice! Be a good girl for me! I’m letting you steal my warmth here!” he growled into your ear.

His phrase caught you off guard. The low gravelly tone tickled something in you. It traveled all the way down to your aching core. Aching and neglected. And soon you didn’t need his body heat anymore. You were making your own! From the sheer bewilderment, you found yourself in.

When was the last time I had sex? Too long ago. That’s probably why you’re feeling this way. You can’t start thinking this way about Bucky! He’s your best friend.

“What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” He asked.

“Nothing. I’m just- I’m just trying to get cozy,” you said adjusting and wriggling your body to fit his. He grunted at your movement.

“The sooner you get comfy, the sooner we can all go to sleep!” he chided.

You finally relaxed in his embrace. You could feel the heat from his wide chest on your back keeping you warm and toasty. Soon, you found yourself drifting off to the sounds of his breathing.

You must’ve turned in your sleep. When you woke up that morning, the first thing you saw were Bucky’s sapphiric eyes, heavy with slumber, focused on your lips.

Just kiss me! 

Lord, You did not just think that! OK! First things, first. As soon as you get home from this trip. You are finding yourself a boyfriend.

If you can survive Bucky, that is.

⬅️Wanderlust | Lassen Volcanic Park (Coming Soon)➡️

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[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique: Weapon XXX-23

Canada, the great white north, a vast wide little land consisting of regions such as Toronto, Ottawa and Quebec. Currently within the serene wildness of the Canadian rockies, our resident Red Riot and his cotton candy link Alien Queen were having themselves a little camping trip. Nothing said summer fan like gong hiking around a different country as the sturdy and acidic pair were busy setting up shop. Mina busy prepping the picnic spot and gathering up some kindling for a campfire, that is when she wasn’t busy stealing some glances at her man.

Sensually biting her lip as his tanktop did a grand job showing off that pair of gun shows he called his arms. If there was a vet around,she’d have to call about some “sick pythons”, that was for sure, his biceps and biceps pumped and flexed from all that effort and goddamn was it making her thirsty as all fuck. Rubbing her thighs together as she tried to keep her dirty thoughts at bay, at least until they'd finished setting up camp. Pouting adorably as she thought of how lonely she and Kirishima felt without the third wheel of their tricycle.

Mina:"It's still such a bummer Maya couldn't join us on this trip. I mean granted not often she gets to visit home..."*The cotton candy bombshell quipped as she was still feeling a bit incomplete without their shared girlfriend. Maya of course was indeed spending a week or two in her home of Jagua del Toro which did remind Mina of one thing. They definitely had to go their for sure, she just knew that place wasn't just famous for its beaches, but especially the babes. The kind of babes she and Maya knew would get their Riot all nice and riled up....*

Kirishima:"Ah it is what it is, sometimes but hey next time around we might go with her there, right?"*The sturdy hero quipped in response as he continued nearing completion of the tent. Missing the erotic leer Mina shot his way as she began making her way towards him, lust glowing in her golden racoon eyes. Who could blame her when her man was looking so delicious and fuckable, those firm muscles of his in motion as he worked away on setting up their camp. She had to think it wasn't all bad given she and Kirishima could fuck as much as they wanted, loud as they wanted without anyone to bother them but the critters of nature.*

Any further personal musings of thought or conversation dirty or otherwise when they heard some very loud sounds incoming from nearby their way. Sounds of a very telltale nature that implied combat and conflict of a struggle that was very intense. Being of heroic personality of course the red and pink duo knew they had to intervene and go see what the situation was and just their luck that had to be quite a doozy. Upon investigation of course that wound up being proven to be quite the understatement.

But of course how often were you to likely run into some petite but well toned feisty but fierce girl clad in leather swinging pair of duel bladed claws in her hands like a wild animal. Small wonder she was fighting of course given she was going up against a group of misfits from the infamous Brotherhood, one of the most notorious quirk supremacist gangs around. Suffice to say that what was followed was an intense battle to say the least but numbers weren’t a problem when You had a duo like Pinky and Red Riot backing you up. Oh come on, you really think I’m gonna go into details about how the battle went?

Yeah I thought so, we all know what you’re all really here for so let’s get this show on the road, shall we? After the ragtag renegade band of villains were rounded up followed by some questions and statements with local law enforcement, the red and pink duo were soo back in their camp now with the added company of their new friend they'd saved. A young girl by the name of X-23, or Laura as she found most preferred to call her and to say her lifestory was complex and tragic was an understatement. But she wasn't one to dwell on the past, least compared to how she was then compared to now though it could be hard to tell with how calm, composed and stoic she was.

But she proved to be willing to try and socialise and it helped that Kirishima and Mina had a natural friendliness and affability about them that made them easy to like. Laura certainly had to say mina's peppy motor mouth and spunkiness rather reminded her of Jubilee in a way as the trio enjoyed some small talk and a little bit of the natural tranquillity and serenity of nature of course. Soon of course dusk began to make itself known as the Canadian wilderness became bathed in the fading light and shade of the setting sun as the trio enjoyed a little peace and quiet and making some s'mores around the campfire before Kirishima and Mina decided to call it a night but not before offering to set up a spare tent for Laura to enjoy some privacy as well as peace and quiet. Leaving her be to enjoy the campire while it lasted as they ducked into their own tent a few feet away.

Laura of course wasn't clueless or naive as she seemed to the duo and what they were really up to at this very moment. Her enhanced senses could pick up the sounds and scents of what was going on so close yet so far from her in their tent. The slapping of skin on skin, the clapping of asscheeks as Mina struggled to keep her volume down against the relentless assault of pleasure coming from her boyfriend as he danced the oldest dance known to men and woman with her sexy pink self. It was, quite frankly, intoxicating for the young woman as she felt leather clad thighs becoming soaked with sticky nectar flowing from her quivering pussy.

Oh she certainly appreciated their civility and politeness in not wanting to disturb or offend her with their passion and desire but if anything it made her curios. Despite how cool, calm and stoic she seemed, internally was a different story as she felt that innate primal beast within her stirring. The beast within that desired to mate and breed, sensing the presence of a strong, worthy alpha male, an instinct she felt the moment she'd laid eyes on Kirishima and his feats of strength and power from when he and Mina had helped her out earlier today. Hence she saw no lack of logic in her next set of moves to make as she got up from her seat by the weakening campfire and made her way over the lovers' tent.

The closer she got, the more intense the sounds and scents of their erotic mating hit her senses turning her on something fierce, a glowing red blush on her face as she silently panted with husky desire, eyes glowing with rising lust as she approached the tent. Kneeling down as she stealthily, slowly unzipped the entry way and peeked inside to find quite the delightful show happening before her. The sight of Mina mounted atop her chivalrous Himbo cowgirl style as she bounced her bubbly cotton candy pink booty on that shaft of his. Which she could gleam had to have quite the length and girth on it if the rising bump in Mina's stomach was anything to go by, the alien queen sensually biting her lip, perky pink titties bouncing as she caressed her man's washboard abs while he held her hips firmly.

Eijiro of course hadn't yet noticed their sudden voyeur but Mina's lust hazed golden eyes did, sending her a secret sensual smile Laura's way. The goth-like Wolverine clone knowing enough body language to know Mina wasn't just asking if she was enjoying this show but inviting her to join. After all why watch when it'd be better to share the fun together? Laura of course got the hint easily enough as to Mina’s delight, she began to strip down until she was naked as the day she was born.

Kirishima of course was none the wiser until he suddenly found his view of Mina bouncing on his Lil’ Riot suddenly obscured by Laura straddling his face as she sat and parked her toned perky ass atop it. Grinding and rubbing her slit before she let out soft gasps and moans as she felt his tongue respond to lick and lap away at her flowing nectar. Mina's sensual smile widening as she continued to bounce away on her lover's cock, leaning forward to press her lip's to their new sex friend's own. Tongues dancing together in their growing bond of intimacy as the girl most knew as X-23 expressed her gratitude in a way that felt fun and natural for her.

The campfire had long since gone out but the fires of passion in this threesome only continued to burn bright well long into the night as moans and the primal rhythm of skin on skin filled the wild Canadian air. The tent a tangle of limbs shifting and dancing through a variety of positions and combinations of 2 on one to one on one as one third of the kinky group would catch their breaths. Laura or Mina eating one another out as the hard-headed redhead pounded them doggy style or in missionary to Mina fingering herself with erotic delight as she looked on at the female Wolverine getting it deep and hard in a mating press. Laura was clearly no virgin by any stretch but hotdamn if it wasn't clear she hadn't been with someone on the level that Kirishima and his Alien Queen were at, and this was without their resident blue shapeshifting bombshell girlfriend!!

Naturally Mina was making plans to send Maya the details of this illicit little encounter with their lovely new friend, that is once they woke up in the morning of course. Right at the moment was about feeling as good as they possibly can, as Laura herself now watched on as she recovered her stamina. Probing her pussy with her fingers as she looked on at Mina getting it deep and hard while that flexible bubblegum pink bombshell body of hers was held by Kirishima in a full nelson as he knelt on the tent ground. Grunting and groaning as Mina was rocked with orgasms which only skyrocketed as she soon found Laura licking away at their conjoined loins, lust glowing in those cool eyes of hers. Which the horned girl of course found so damn hot....

By the time this little threesome had finally finished, dawn was kicking in as it bathed the wilderness in the radiant glow of sunrise's light. The tent warmly glowing adding to the afterglow shared by the 3 as Laura laid draped atop Kirishima while Mina spooned and hugged her boyfriend's side. Their bodies glistening with sweat and spent juices as Laura held a soft, rare little smile on her face, thinking to herself she needed more than just the one night. Reminding herself that she had come out looking to find herself spiritually and now she was thinking maybe she might be able to do that if she transferred to Japan, especially once she learned which campus Kirishima and Mina went to.

Not long after this unexpected acquaintanceship encounter in Canada, Laura's well known, imfamous father had his clone daughtered texting with enquiries about arranging a transfer or entry into an exchange program for hero schools in Japan. While Maya found herself getting a delightful surprise in the form of a few texts and videos, especially of the sexy variety from her fave Pinky and definitely liking what she saw. Reminding herself she should definitely get a few of her gal pals in Jagua to come meet her girlfriend and especially their boyfriend and ooh some gals in Japan should definitelt come to her little home paradise. The beaches were hot but the dudes and bitches were hotter!!

Sometimes it wasn't easy being a student for a hero school, especially when yours was the generation that had to deal with quirk erasing yakuza bosses, a quirk hoarder with a demon god complex and a nihilistic hand-freak among other things. But other times it made for quite the love life when you found romance especially when going camping somewhere like in some woods in Canada made you get lucky. Yeah a mouthful I know but hey, you know what they say. How sweet it is....

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Twelve

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Summary: An attack on Arthur’s imprisoned brother Orm leaves him with no choice but to rely upon you, a friend made due to unfortunate circumstances nearly a decade ago, to provide safe haven while he restores peace to Atlantis. Suddenly tasked with sheltering a sullen former king results in a very different summer vacation than you had originally envisioned, but changes both of your lives forever.

Warnings: Violence, Weapons, Mentions of Death, Orm is Frustrating in Public, Arthur is a Puppy, Alfred is Vital, Reader Injury [broken bones, facial wound, blood] - 18+ only.

Word Count: 2651

The day of your departure arrived – with no word from Arthur. As you and Orm had since discussed, he packed up the things you had purchased for him in a spare duffle bag, and along with your suitcase, cooler, and garbage you loaded the boat and took off together. Orm would return home with you for the time being. Much as you both felt anxious about the lack of contact from Arthur, you were both keenly aware that it would not be safe to take Orm to Amnesty Bay – or anywhere too close to the ocean, until Arthur sent word.

The length of time he had spent with you only indicated the difficulty Arthur must be having with the faction that had disobeyed his wishes and attacked Orm. You loaded the car and hauled the boat up onto the launch ramp for the next family members to use on their arrival. You looked to him as you opened the passenger door.

“Did you ride in any vehicles during your trip up with Arthur?” You asked.

“Briefly. It was not the most comfortable but was bearable.” He replied, sliding in.

You pulled down the seatbelt.

“You probably don’t need this, but I can be fined money if you’re not wearing it.” You showed him where to click it in before closing the door and climbed into the driver’s side. You took it slower than you were certain Arthur had driven, and once you were on the pavement you looked to him.

“I need to go into town to get us some gas, there’s not a lot of chances after we leave the area…”

“I’m prepared for human civilization.” He nodded.

You pulled into town, driving along the lake that most businesses had been built beside. Pulling into the gas station, you filled the car efficiently, watching as vacationers walked past with cones holding a multitude of scoops of ice cream. You smiled softly and looked to him as you climbed back in the car.

“Just one more stop and then we’ll be on our way.” You drove a little further into town, parking across the street from the marina where a small seasonal ice cream stand was doing a brisk business. “Will you come with me?”

He nodded and undid his seatbelt, following you across the street to join the queue. You explained ice cream as he watched happy customers leaving the shop. When it was your turn, you gave him a brief rundown of the flavours and you each placed your orders. You pulled out your phone to pay, sliding the airplane mode off and blinking as your it lit up with an influx of notifications you had missed.

Orm led you to stand by the pickup window as you sorted through them, your eyes landing on a text from yet another new, unknown number. You muttered Arthur’s name bitterly and loaded it quickly.

They’re tracking you…they’re coming.

The entire happy summer scene around you narrowed to the scant words on the screen and you went cold. Your breathing shallowed. Orm was trying to get your attention, but you were overwhelmed with a fear you had never felt before.

The explosion from a plasma ray crashing into a nearby pleasure craft shook you out of your stupor. They were already here. You could feel the heat of the resulting fire even though it was fair distance away. Before you are able to clearly see who or what has come to kill you, Orm has swept you up in his arms, moving you to the other side of the small building, standing in front of you protectively to face the attackers.

The sound of a large aircraft permeated the marina, but you saw nothing to indicate where it was coming from.

You could hear the ominous clatter of armour approaching and peered around him to see at least a dozen armed soldiers in a muted shade of green. They were led by a figure in black with an almost comically large helmet with glowing red eyes.

“Orm Marius, we have come to see justice done!” It was difficult to discern who exactly was speaking at that point, but you were certain this was not going to end well. All was tense, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

There was a sound on the roof behind you and you turned with great trepidation to see figures shadowed by the sun behind you. You tried to shield you eyes to see more clearly until they were leaping from the roof to land in front of you alongside Orm. You immediately identified Arthur by his loosely flowing hair.

You exhaled a breath you had not known you were holding, looking to the six soldiers he brought with him, wearing red armour. Looking back to Arthur, you realized he was holding two…tridents?

“This is yours, little brother” Arthur growled, tossing the gleaming silver metal weapon to Orm who easily caught it, spurring their opponents forwarded into an attack.

The sporadic blasts of plasma rays encourage you to make yourself as small as possible against the wall of the building behind Orm, well aware of your human weaknesses. Arthur, Orm, and his soldiers quickly closed the distance to the opposing group, forcing them into hand-to-hand combat. Their skill with something so ceremonial as a trident left you speechless. You were staring openly at Orm’s strength and agility. There was a fluidity and grace to his ruthless fighting style, a stark and beautiful contrast that also took on a frightening edge as the casualties of his opponents began to pile up on the ground.

A flash of colour in the periphery of your vision pulled your attention away from the conflict in front of you and you tensed to see a soldier clad in green armor creeping up through the trees to your left. If you were to simply scream amidst the din of battle around you, it would only serve to create more confusion. And while your physical strength is nothing in comparison with this solider, he did not yet seem to be aware of your presence. You had the element of surprise, and you were not about to waste it and allow him to hurt either of the men in front of you, or their allies.

Creeping along the foundation of the building, you allowed him to edge closer before he stopped to aim him plasma ray at the group of unaware Atlanteans. Bracing against the wall, you pushed off, crashing into his armor. It felt as though you had slammed into a pile of bricks, save the sharp edges of the spikes on his helmet. You grit your teeth as one such ornamental detail gouged into your cheek.

But it had worked. The weapon fell from his hand, skittering across the ground and catching the attention of Arthur.

“Brokedown Girl!” He yelped, seeing you clinging to the armor of an enemy, before the fighter in black slashed at him with a wickedly sharp blade.

The soldier growled and easily threw you off him, the pavement of the marina parking lot rising quickly to knock the wind of out of as you landed on your side, arm thrown out to protect your head. A blur of motion tracked in front of your vision before you saw the flash of Orm’s trident as it sped towards the soldier who carelessly tossed you aside. You clenched your eyes shut before the crunch of its tines impacting the visor of his helmet reached your ears.

As you tried to get up and out of the field of battle your torso felt unstable and you groaned as your ribs shifted. Orm was at your side quickly pulling you up and you yelped but tried to steel your face, not wanting to worry him.

“I’m ok, I’ll be ok.” You panted once he had you sitting up, though it was painful to breathe too deeply.

His eyes scanned your face and as they landed on your cheek, his expression darkened. He rose with clenched fists, ready to demolish any combatants who remained, but all the soldiers in green were laying on the ground incapacitated while an Asian man you didn’t recognize was hauling the unconscious fighter in black into a motorboat before taking off.

Using a partially destroyed car beside you, you managed to get to your feet, swallowing your cries of agony as your ribs shifted once more. It didn’t hurt so much if you stood very, very still. Orm returned to your side, looking you over with intense concern but once again maintaining that respectful distance in public. He felt a thousand miles away.

Arthur rushed up to your side, wiping at the blood on your cheek with his thumb.

“Shit…I’m so sorry I tried to warn you…”

He looked to Orm has he stepped closer, fists once against clenched at his sides.

“Those were Xebelian soldiers…” He said through grit teeth and Arthur nodded with a deep sigh.

“Rebels who took offence to your failure to kill me…Recruited by Black Manta, but this is the last of them.” He gestured to the bodies, some dead, some living, being collected by the Atlantean soldiers who had arrived with Arthur.

You leaned against the shell of the car with a whimper you were unable to suppress and both brothers looked to you, brows furrowed in concern.

“We need to finalize things back in Atlantis…I don’t want to leave you alone, come with us, my Pops would love to see you…”

You looked between to two of them.

“Oh, there’s a hospital in town I can just…” You protested weakly.

Orm interrupted firmly, “We will escort her to your father’s.” He stated in a tone that brooked no argument and Arthur passed Orm his own golden trident before cradling you in his arms against his chest. You yelped and whimpered with each step, and he replied with muttered apologies, walking faster and faster until he was running up to a hi-tech jet that had landed near your car.

He jogged up the stairs with Orm hot on his heels, setting you in one of the seats and strapping you in. You pressed your head back into the head rest, trying to take slow breaths even though it felt like hot knives piercing your side with each inhale. A disembodied voice with a British accent filled the aircraft as the soldiers loaded into the back with their Xebelian cargo, Orm settling into the seat up front beside Arthur.

“Mr. Curry, I believe the lady passenger has several broken ribs, would you like me to administer pain medication?”

“Probably for the best, Alfred, and we need to get to Amnesty Bay immediately.”

“Right away.”

A tray with a cup of water and two white pills appeared from the side of the plane, moving to hover before you, and you wheezed out a laugh, the entire situation feeling utterly unbelievable. Your hands were unsteady but still functional enough to administer the dose as the stairs retracted into the plane. It hovered a moment before surging through the sky.

You clung to the arm rests with your eyes shut tightly, not even thinking about your vehicle or belongings back in the parking lot, simply trying to not vomit and lose the medication you had just swallowed. Mercifully, the flight was over in less than an hour, the plane landed smoothly, and you opened your eyes to the green expanse of Tom’s backyard with the lighthouse and Atlantic Ocean before you.

You let out a slow sigh and worked the clasps of your seatbelt open with your good hand, looking up as Arthur told Orm to head inside and change into a set of armor he’d also brought for him. Orm glanced back at you once, with what you recognized as concern on his features, and you tried to offer a brave, if shaky, smile. He nodded to his brother before exiting the plane with the Atlantean soldiers, who were managing the rebel soldiers. Arthur knelt in front of you before speaking to the disembodied voice once more.

“Does she need a hospital, Alfred?”

“No, Mr. Curry, I’ve performed a number of scans during the flight. Nothing but time and rest can heal her broken ribs now.”

“Right…you ready Broken Girl?” He grinned, reaching for you and you huffed.

“Arthur, you are the worst.” You hissed, bracing one arm against your ribs before sliding the other around his neck and biting the inside of your cheek in preparation.

The medication helped, somewhat, but it took a tremendous effort not to cry out in discomfort. Arthur carried you up the winding stairs to his old bedroom, walls covered in posters of Harleys and metal bands. He lay you down on the bed carefully before fishing in your pockets for your car keys.

“My Pops will be right in to check on you, ok? I’ll take care of your stuff. Thank you so much for keeping my brother alive.”

You nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth lest a complaint escape, so you just squeezed his shoulders before settling back into the pillows. The pain medication’s hold over you grew stronger, making your eyelids heavy, and smudging the edges of your vision. You surrendered to it, letting your eyes slide shut as you listened to the sounds of Arthur and Tom and Orm speaking in the kitchen below you. Cupboard doors opened and closed; bottles rattled in the fridge.

They were gathering provisions, preparing to leave. Your eyebrows knit together into a frown, thinking it would have to nice to say goodbye –  a proper goodbye to Orm. Having seen Atlantean battle firsthand, there was a very real possibility that even someone as strong as him might not come back. Tears stung at the corners of your eyelids, made you sniffle pathetically at the thought that you might never see him again and all you got was a parting glance and a one-sided nod in the jet.

The powerful medication made you lose time, and focus. Made you miss the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. The door to the room opened suddenly, making your eyes flash open to the vision of Orm standing there, in suit of black amor. He stepped in quietly, closing the door behind him before covering the distance to the bed in two long strides. He knelt by your side, setting something on the floor before removing his armored gloves and took your hand in his.

“Forgive me…I am truly sorry you are injured. It is all my fault...”

You put your other hand over his mouth and shook your head. “Stop that, I did this…I threw myself at a…. Xebel?” You repeat the word Arthur had used, reassured by Orm’s quick nod before continuing “soldier in armor…and I’d do it again…you’re safe.”

His eyes drifted to the wound on your cheek, and you watched as he pulled a strip of seaweed out of the pack he had set on the ground beside him. He applied a gray jelly to it from an unlabeled metal jar before carefully laying it across the wound. It was slimy and cold, making you wince a little.

“Leave that for two days, it should not scar.” He instructed before assessing your position in the bed.

He frowned a moment before collecting a few pillows from around the room before propping you up more, ensuring you were thoroughly supported before he nodded in satisfaction.

You looked up to him, bleary eyes full of uncertainty “Be careful…” You settled on, wanting to say more but truly not sure.

He leaned down to kiss you firmly, cupping your good cheek tenderly. “I will return…” And then he was gone. They were all gone. Off to Atlantis, leaving the house, leaving you and Tom, in eerie silence.

Read Part Thirteen

Masterlist

#orm x reader #orm marius x reader #orm imagine #orm fic #orm marius imagine #orm marius fic #ocean master x reader

[daaydreamy]

the forest

summary: y/n gets lost in the woods.

warnings: coarse language

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

Don’t panic.

“Fuck!” Y/N was afraid. She had lost track of where she was going and had no idea how to get back. All she could see ahead of her was green—tall trees, fallen leaves on the ground, and the sun beginning to set. She knew not to panic, but what else could she do? The moon was soon to come and she knew she had walked too deep into the weeds like a moron. She had food and water, yes, but she had no directions. There were no paths near her, all she had been walking on was grass.

She was definitely starting to panic.

So she started walking, and while that seemed like she was digging herself into a deeper hole, she couldn’t stay there forever. She had to keep moving. Her backpack was heavy and she had started to sweat, but the cold was starting to scare her, too. She could freeze to death or not be able to hide from the creatures that lived amongst the trees when it was dark.

Y/N had always been an adventurous person. She liked going on trips, and loved going on trips with friends. She went on road trips often, had a love for camping, appreciated nature, and only had one life to live, so why not do what she liked doing best? Money was good and she had a life to live.

But she didn’t really like what was going on at the moment, so.

It was dark now and Y/N’s legs were killing her. She sat down on the ground and leaned back against a tree, opening her backpack to grab her huge bottle of water to take a few sips. She let out a soft sigh afterwards and looked up at the leaves swaying gently from the light wind, preparing herself to get bitten by a snake or to be eaten alive by mosquitoes, but also trying to figure out some kind of plan in this personal hell.

“Fuck me.” She mumbled under her breath as she stuffed her water bottle back into her bag, slung it back over her shoulders, and got back up. She took a deep breath and continued on her journey, not wanting to ruin it. She wasn’t going to get frustrated, no, she was going to stay focused, she was going to find her way.

Until it started raining.

Which was… fine, she tried to convince herself. She could feel the anger bubbling up from deep inside of her but tried her best to keep it at bay as she kept walking through all the now wet dirt. She hadn’t expected it to rain since it was summer, which meant that she didn’t bring an umbrella, which was just so absolutely amazing. She was starting to get soaked and was so cold, but as soon as she saw the silhouette of a cabin in the distance and light coming out from its windows, it felt like a miracle.

She started running towards the cabin, desperate for some kind of shelter from the unforgiving rain, nearly tripping over her feet and eating shit when she was just a few feet away from the house.

“Hello?” She yelled over the rain as she knocked on the wooden door, peeking in through the small gap in the curtains. “Please, I need help!” She knocked a few more times, praying to god that this person was kind enough to let some random person that was in the middle of the woods into their home.

She peeked in through the window again and her eyes lit up when she saw a man walking over to the front door, feeling a wave of relief wash over her entire being. Rain was still pouring down on her and was ruining all of her clothes, but at least she found something in the meantime while looking for a way back home. She had to keep her hopes high, she didn’t want to give up just yet.

“Hey-”

“Get in.”

Y/N’s eyes widened from how easily the man had let her into his home, and while she was relieved, she was now a little reluctant to enter. But she did anyway, because she was probably going to freeze to death outside, kicking off her shoes and staying by the front door since she was absolutely dripping. Both with water and a little fear.

“Hold on, I’ll get you a towel.” He spoke up and all Y/N did was nod, waiting for him as she assumed he went into the bathroom to grab a towel for her.

“Thanks.” She said softly with a kind smile as he handed her a fresh, clean towel, wiping herself down a little before wrapping it around herself tightly as an attempt of warming herself up. She looked around the cabin, which was quaint, but really nice. There was a nice fireplace in the living room and a nice kitchen, which was all she could see at the moment.

“You can put your bag down on the floor.” The man told her as he was making tea in the kitchen, “And you can sit down on the couch, or anywhere, it’s fine.”

“Oh—no, I’m okay.” She smiled, “I’m soaking wet, I wouldn’t wanna ruin your furniture.”

She saw him mumble something quietly under his breath but was too far away to hear it, feeling a pang of fear strike inside of her when he started to walk towards her, only for him to hand her a mug of piping hot tea.

“It’s fine, really.” Was all he said before he went back into the kitchen. “What happened to you anyway?”

Y/N decided that it would be kind of nice to sit on a plush couch right now, so she did, although wincing a little from the thought that she was getting it wet. She took a small sip from the tea and wrapped her hands around the mug to warm them up.

“I, um, got lost.” She replied and he glanced at her as she was slicing something, she had no idea what it was.

He shook his head a little, “What brought you here?”

“I was just exploring. I like going camping and going on hikes, things like that, so.”

“You have no idea how to get back, do you?” He said and popped an apple slice into his mouth, walking over to her. He placed a bowl of apple slices down on the coffee table in front of her, sitting down opposite of her.

“Oh no, I’m good, thanks. I’ve got food of my own.” She smiled softly at the man, “And no, I just, out of luck, found your cabin.”

Y/N took a second to take a good look at the man who let her in so easily, looking at him up and down. He was wearing loose jeans and a T-shirt. He had a bit of a scruff and his hair was a bit curly, he had a few tattoos that adorned his arms, a nice physique, if she could say so herself. She was too busy studying him that she didn’t even hear the question she had asked.

“What’s your name?”

“Huh?” Her eyes widened a bit, “Oh, uh, I’m Y/N. And you?”

“Harry.”

a/n: just a little something my brain threw up! hope it was okay :) feedback is always appreciated! thank you for reading!!!

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#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles oneshot #harry styles au #writing

[sweetjulyofmine]

Hayy🌸🌸 you’re so beautiful + you&your bf are such a cute couple. Would you mind sharing how you two met? I’m an intrinsically nosy person lol

Hi :3 I am on my laptop so that I can focus on writing an adequate response because I am also an intrinsically nosy person and am almost always hyper curious about relationships I see online or in person (very obsessed with the guy on tiktok who posts videos about people's meet cute stories.) I also love love and have waited forever to feel this way about someone.. My story starts in August 2022, I (living in new york) was about to be in North Carolina to visit my best friend Piper and my boyfriend (colin) was here with his .... then partner now *ex visiting our mutual best friend Natasha (who lives in new york.) Natasha had suggested that Colin and I become mutuals on instagram because we are both fine artists and our work had similar visual cues and we found inspiration from the same photographers. Our paths didn't cross then as I flew down south for some much needed southern summer time and he got a small taste of NY. Even from his vague internet presence, I always had a tiny feeling that lurked (hidden deeeeeep deep inside of me) and told me that he would be the one. A few months go by and I grow secretly fond of Colin and his photographs online (not sure if he felt the same way but I should ask him to write up his version of this story.) In January 2023, Natasha is flying back to her hometown (in the bay area) for our uni winter break and invites me to tag along. This was super exciting to me not only because I had never really been to California (let alone the bay) and I also had an ex there that I was planning on seeing (haha.) I then meet Colin again (who was on his uni break and also visiting his hometown) and in short hangouts begin to develop a small crush on him. I have a hard rule about not falling for someone in a relationship, but I had learned that in his last relationship he was open and while I would never think to try anything, I let myself have hesitant feelings. We went to the SF MOMA during my trip, really only on a platonic excursion, though we both admit now that it felt like a date and our chemistry even back then in those circumstances was most definitely real. The funny part of this story is that after we went to the museum, I had him drop me off at my ex's place (lol.) I fly back to new york with Natasha and from time to time I begin to text Colin. Sometimes it was brief about an artist we had a shared liking for, music we were listening to (he has perfect taste,) or book recommendations. One night we text until 7 am my time (4am his time, he went to uni in portland,) and it was really then that I knew that he had the exact characteristics and soul that I could fall madly in love with. Some more time passes, he's living across the country and still in a long distance open relationship and I'm in another situationship that wasn't developing anywhere. Him and his ex part ways and I am sporadically going on random dates. Speaking of this time of my dating fiascos, I went on a date with someone to a museum upstate and ended up buying a postcard with the intention of sending it to Colin. That begins our real love affair! We start sending snail mail nonstop and I hint to him that I will be back in California, where he would return to after graduating uni that spring. August 2023 I am in LA with my friends and he tells me that he's been thinking about visiting his grandma who lives in southern california. To sweeten the deal I tell him about the book fair that printed matter is hosting in LA, and that if he comes down, we should go together. He (obviously) drives down and the morning of the book fair, he picks me up from my friend's place and we spend the day together. The date actually didn't end for almost 36 hours since he ends up staying the night and we spend the rest of the next day together. Before he drives back up to the bay, we spend one more day together and it was genuinely the happiest I've ever felt. I fly back to New York and he goes on a family trip to Japan and our feelings for each other sort of blossom and we end up writing emails to each other back and forth every day.

[between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place]

fic writer tag game

Thank you for tagging me @somanywords 🥰

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

I'm doing favorite = most enjoyable to write & reread. Self-indulgence, baby!

📱🔥Spelling Out Desire (post-endgame stucky fix-it)

With the Snap undone, the stones returned and the shield passed on, Steve Rogers would ask for nothing more than a quiet, simple life for them in Brooklyn—much like the one they had before. There’s just one thing he hasn’t factored into his plan: Bucky. “If you want a life as someone other than Captain America, maybe you should get to know people as someone else. As Steve Rogers. Or—as anybody.” “That's your grand plan: catfishing people on a dating app?” Or: the one where Steve Rogers experiences 21st century online dating and learns some things about himself along the way. This is a story about guilt, forgiveness and rebuilding.

🚙🌙a black sky prickled with small lights (post-endgame fix-it cont.)

There's this: The July heat. A wide open road. An obnoxious country song on the radio. Bucky in the driver’s seat. Or: Two hundred-year-old men and their Great American Road Trip.

☣🦾it’s bloody and raw (but I swear it is sweet) (stucky, post-apocalypse au)

The rifle was a hard, solid line across his back. Somewhere above his head the sun was still floating high in the sky. Everything further than ten paces was covered in the same brown, putrid soup. They called it fog, but it was more like a gaseous sludge rolling up from the bay, the smell of burning chemicals and garbage left out to rot on a hot summer day. In a world that's gone to hell, everybody needs something to anchor them in the moment. Sometimes that thing is the person you thought you'd let go. A rescue mission gone badly might be what tips the scales.

🕺🕺East Coast Swing (pre-war stucky)

“Please?” “Quit it, Buck.” Bucky pulled out the second chair and straddled it with his elbows resting on the table. If Steve looked up he’d no doubt see him batting his eyelashes. (They were longer and thicker than any girl’s he’d seen, which wasn’t really fair any way you looked at it.) Some moments that define a relationship. And Bucky, who just wants a dance with his best guy.

🏰👻Don't let the past haunt you, my dear (wartime stucky feat. spooky season)

The sight of the castle with its towers and turrets shifted him into a state of surreality; like they'd somehow stepped onto the pages of a novel, Arthurian knights or undead Romanian nobility waiting behind those walls. Dernier was the first to open his mouth, letting out a string of rapid French interspersed with curses. He switched the grip on his gun to his left hand and crossed himself. "He's sayin' it's haunted," Gabe translated helpfully.   Or, finding quiet moments in the dark.

I feel like I missed most of these when they went around so I'm just tagging some ppl and would love for you to point me to your posts if you already did this 😘 @dharmasharks @voylitscope @hipsterdiva @dreamsinthewitchouse @sparkagrace @cable-knit-sweater

#tag games #writing things #stucky #stucky fic #stevebucky

[ehlenvs3000w24]

A Meaningful Bond With Nature & Finding a Sense of Place (Blog 1)

For as long as I can remember, I have had a close connection to nature. In my childhood, summers were spent visiting my grandparents on their farm in Shelburne, Ontario. The property was 3-4 acres consisting of a small home, a beautiful garden where my grandfather grew veggies and various flower species, and the rest was covered in tall grasses or densely wooded areas. We would walk the property and find butterflies feeding on milkweed plants, stop to visit the horses, and always be on the lookout for wild turkeys. This early introduction to nature and wildlife gave me a better understanding of nature through play, time with family, and contributed to a new curiosity for the natural world.

As I got older, my interest in nature always stuck with me but evolved to support my hobbies and activities. Every summer until my late teens, I attended outdoor camps that let me experience new activities such as hiking, kayaking, and trail cycling. My family to this day loves to go on fishing trips to North Bay Ontario to experience the gorgeous waters of Lake Nipissing. There is truly nothing better in my opinion than the crisp fresh air of northern Ontario with a day spent on the water!

These activities have become a part of who I am today and have helped me evolve not only my relationship with nature but also my relationship with my family. My father had always been my influence and teacher when it came to experiencing the outdoors; fostering a “sense of place”. Through the many fishing, camping, and trail hiking trips, we spent time together as a family while also teaching me the importance of having a good connection with nature. He was my guide and taught me to enjoy the places we went and experience the outdoors for all it had to offer instead of rushing to the destination. Now because of him, I stop to look at plants I've never seen before, I look for birds calling nearby, and take in all the beauty nature has to offer that we often take for granted.

To this day, I use outdoor activities as an escape from the bustling stress-filled world we live in. Now that I live far from home as a busy student, the outdoors is a sanctuary to me. It supports a healthy lifestyle where I can go into nature and decompress from all the stresses of life by doing something I love. I regularly go on walks to decompress between studying which in a way grounds me and reminds me of my endeavours with family. By pursuing a degree in biology, a lot of my academic knowledge only strengthens my respect for biodiversity and furthers my admiration of nature and the importance of conserving its wonders. I truly feel that the more I grow as a person, going outdoors keeps my positive experiences with me even entering my adult years. Of course for my future, I will keep these experiences with me allowing my interest in the natural world to keep growing.

#envs3000 #nature

[unluckyhoneybee]

Sex Education: Mediterranean sun (LN)

When you thought you had time to get your feelings under control, things take a turn. Smut

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Before summer.

Note: @justaswildeasoscar thank you for finding the gif!

Warnings: +18. Dry humping. Kind of public sex.

"It's gonna be great!" I said walking next to George and Carmen.

They both laughed.

George and I had been friends since we were kids so when he called me to say that Alex, him, and some other guys wanted to rent a yatch in some Mediterranean island, I was in at the instant.

At the end it would be Alex, Charles, Yuki, Pierre (because Charles insisted a fucking lot), George and I, plus the respective partners. The yatch was big, there was enough with all of our money for renting it.

"Look at that!" it was beautiful and bigger than some houses I had been in, with enough space for all of us, a gym, water toys...

"You are like a little kid" George joked.

"It's my first time on a yatch!"

Carmen and him laughed.

The crew welcomed us and showed everything. It would be great. I would have time for taking my mind of racing and Lando...

Two days of pure fun and bliss in the Mediterranean sea had already passed. The plan for today was to arrive to an island and spend the day in there like tourists, normal people.

The village was beautiful. White houses and sunny sky, nice people and little shops everywhere.

"Are you seeing someone now?" Charles asked me as we had been talking about dating for a while now. Pierre was enjoying being single; Alex, Charles and George were almost happily married, enjoying the trip as if it was their honey moon; and Yuki and I were just single.

"Mmm not really"

"Not really?" He laughed a bit.

"Okay, okay..." I laughed too. George was giving me a quizzing in look. "It's just sex. Nothing real or official"

I was nervous. They were all paying attention.

"No dating?" Charlotte asked.

I told her no with my head.

"Well, just a lady enjoying freedom, right?" Pierre hugged my shoulders.

"Kind of" I said laughing.

He was handsome, charismatic and I had thought about giving him a try a couple of times. But now, when he touched me, I felt nothing. Pierre Gasly had no effect on me. When he had half world at his feet, his touch did nothing to me. And I knew exactly why. The green eyed gremlin.

Lando and I had become friends and confidants through sex. I had so much trust on him that was scary.

"Well, just tell your guy to keep you happy"

"He does. He keeps me happy" I replied with a tiny smile.

He did. The sex was mind-blowing, he was the nicest guy, he respect me, he was caring and loved to make me laugh. It we had gotten to this part in a different way I may even consider to keep going. But for now, I was in a process to convince myself to not want to date him.

We had been walking around the village the whole morning. So Alex suggested to go to one of the beaches.

Situated in a small bay, the place was private and there were not much people around. Only a few families and people playing in the water on the other side.

So we got in our swim suits. I preferred to lay for a bit in the pebble beach. Carmen stayed too while the others went to the sea.

"YN?"

I looked at her and took my sunglasses of.

"George... Well. I shouldn't tell you this. But he is kind of hurt"

"H-hurt?"

"Yeah. Because of your guy. You are best friends, YN. I know you owe him nothing because of it, but you always tell each other everything."

"I-I want to, Carmen. I really do. But... This guy... He wants to keep it a secret"

Carmen nodded slowly.

"I... Will tell him, just..."

"NO FUCKING WAY!" We heard Alex exclaim. We looked at the guys in the sea. They were looking at someone. A couple of guys walking in their direction. I sharpened my sight and gasped.

"No fucking way, indeed" I muttered.

"Is that Lando?" Carmen asked.

"He is, yes"

I pushed the sunglasses up to the bridge of my nose. I was feeling shivers on my skin. This was supposed to be my chance to get him out of my head and there he was, looking like a Calvin Klein model as he walked through the waves. I felt my mouth salivating at the sight. He looked so fucking good. It was not fair.

"I didn't know he was coming."

"He wasn't, he was going to travel with his friends."

"What a coincidence!"

"Yeah"

I felt my knees shaking because this would change a lot of things. Maybe he just came to say hi. Don't move and he won't notice you are here. But at the same time, I was desperate to talk to him.

"How are things with him?"

I swallowed and hoped that Carmen didn't see my nervousness.

"Good, really good. We are close. And after... You know"

"Yeah..."

"I'm glad he was there"

"George said he spent the whole night looking for you. That's why he saw what happened"

"What?" I looked at her.

"Yes. Didn't you know it?"

I told her no with my head.

"Oh, well..."

I looked at Lando. He was looking for me at that party. Why?

He caught me looking and lifted his hand, gifting me with a warm smile and a wave. I answered in the same way and laid back on the sand. I was even more confused right now.

"He is cute" I heard Carmen say before leaving to the sea with George.

I tried to ignore all the thoughts in my head and concentrate on the sea, but soon there were drops of water falling over me and the sun had disappeared. I opened my eyes. Lando was crunched down next to me with the cutest smile on his face. If it wasn't because we were in public and all our friends were there, I would have kissed him. He had no right. He was looking so perfect.

"Hi Missy" He whispered.

"Hi Lando" I smile and sat. His hair was wet and more curly than usual.

"Why are you here alone?"

"I wanted to lay here for a bit" I said with a smile.

"Everything is okay, right?"

I felt my heart beating faster. Way faster than it should.

"Yes" I smiled and he did too. "What the fuck are you doing here, Lando?"

He laughed and sat next to me.

"I told Max that we should go to the beach. He booked the hotel and we are staying there until Thursday. And I heard in a coffee shop that there was a bunch of famous drivers walking around the village and I was like, NO WAY, are they my famous drivers? And here you are."

I laughed.

"Life is weird"

"It is" Lando looked at the see. "But I'm glad we found each other here"

I looked at him. I am so fucked up.

"Tell me, how is the yacht. I saw the stories on Instagram but I didn't know you were coming here"

"It's wonderful. You could come later with us. Max too."

"Shit, do you know Max? Come here, you have to meet him"

Lando pulled me by the hand. Of course I knew Max, but Lando didn't even let me speak.

"Max! Here is YN. The last one you have to meet"

"I knew everyone, muppet. And I know her!"

"Hi Max"

"Hi YN. The kid is excited because he has seen his friends."

I laughed a bit and looked at Lando.

"I told him that you two should come with us tonight. To the yacht. "

"We will, right?"

Lando nodded eagerly.

"You really knew each other"

"I know you since we were kids, Lando. Who was there too? Max."

"Oh, shit right."

...............................

I put some cream on my skin. I was sitting in front of the mirror. My freckles were a bit darker because of the sun and my hair was a mess because of the humidity. But it was the summer look and I loved it. The guys had decided to launch a party on the yacht, so we had to look good and all of that. We would spend the night in the port so Max and Lando could go back to their hotel whenever they wanted to.

I left the room with a satin dress and no shoes, we were in our boat after all. I felt good and pretty. But I felt nervous. The last party I had gone to didn't end up well and even though it was going to be us and some other people who they knew from other boats, I felt that something in the pit of my stomach. When I left my cabin, Alex and Lily were leaving theirs.

"Look at you! You look so pretty"

"You are always too nice, Lily"

"Tell her she looks amazing," She said patting Alex's arm.

"You really do, YSN."

"Someone you want to impress?" Lily asked moving her eyebrows.

"You, actually. Quite happy now"

The three of us laughed and went to the deck, where everyone was already having some snacks and the first drink.

"Quelle belle dame" I heard as I walked out. Obviously, Pierre was already walking toward me. With a hand on my waist, he leaned and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you, Pierre". I answered nicely. Once again, no shyness, no nervousness. Nothing.

I walked away from him as I felt some people looking at me. It made me feel a bit anxious. Other times, I would grab a beer and try to forget, but now the idea of drinking the slightest bit of alcohol made me dizzy. So I grabbed a water bottle and wandered around my friends and unknown people.

An hour or so passed until I felt a hand on my arm.

"Hey"

A huge smile appeared on my lips as I looked at him. Lando looked incredibly good today. He was wearing his white shirt half-opened and showing his chest.

"Hi"

"Um... You look really pretty today"

I blushed.

"Thank you, you looked amazing too"

He grinned too.

"Are you feeling OK?"

I nodded.

"Just a bit overwhelmed. I would have already drank that anxiety away"

He gave me a worried look.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

I smiled a bit and touched his arm.

"I am. Really. It's a sour memory. But all of you are here. There are not many people, I can take it"

"Just tell me, okay? If you are feeling... I don't know, weird or something. I can stay with you. Or you can just go to your room. I forgot you had one. Sorry. You really don't need to tell me. I don't want to..."

I smiled a bit. He went full-on rambling. He was scratching the back of his neck, but couldn't look into my eyes. He was fidgeting with his rings and his cheeks were pink.

"I'm just saying it because I'm glad to help. W-we are friends and... Fuck. I'm bad at this. I don't even know why I try"

My heart melted at his words. He was looking at his feet

"Hey, it's okay. Y-you really don't need to give me a speach or something. I already know"

"You know?"

I nodded.

"Thank you, Lando"

"You can talk to me whenever you like. Feel free"

I blushed a bit when he smiled. He was so perfect.

I leaned and kissed his cheek.

"See you around, okay? Don't you dare to leave without saying goodbye, Norris."

"I won't, YSN"

I walked around for a bit, finding George minutes later. I hugged his side and he smiled.

"Is Lando okay?"

"He was worried. Because of what happened, you know"

"He is so sweet" Carmen said.

"He is, yes" For the first time, I let my guard down. George looked at me with a smile.

"Really?"

"Yeah. He... He is really nice to me"

I stayed with George, Carmen, Alex and Lily for a while, dancing and laughing at stupid things and forgetting a bit about the anxiety. As people got drunker and music became noise instead of songs, I decided to cross the yacht and find a calm place to relax for a bit. Luckily, I didn't see anyone on my way to the stern. The boat was so big, that I had to take the stairs to get to the little terrace there.

I sighed when I found the door. I grabbed the knob and pushed it to the side.

I gasped a bit when I saw a couple of feet, almost leaving before realizing who it was. I bit down a smile and walked out slowly. Lando had his phone in hand and was looking at me with a tiny smile.

"Why are you here all alone?"

"Are you flirting?" I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Obviously"

"I wanted some peace. Max is wasted and I know I will have to take him to the hotel so... Relaxing it's nice"

"Oh. You don't have to leave, really. We can put him to sleep on my bed. There are a thousand sofas here, too" I leaned against the door.

"No, don't worry" He smiled and let his phone fall on the couch. "I suppose you wanted some peace too"

I nodded.

"Come here then. I can be quiet."

"Let me doubt that."

"I can. I have been quiet before."

He had. After the amazing sex on Zak Brown's car, after the failed 69, after our first lesson when we watched a film and I fell asleep. He could be so welcoming that it was scary.

I walked out and closed the glass door behind me.

He patted his side and I sat next to it. Looking over the railing, I saw the lights of the village, the moon on the sea, other boats...

"It's really beautiful in here." I said smiling. "How did you find it?"

"I'm not gonna lie, Max did it. Our other friends are joining us in two days."

"And you wanted some time alone with him?" I said with a playful smirk.

He smacked my thigh and I laughed. My dress didn't cover it, so the skin-skin sound made it more dramatic. He laughed and leaned his head back, looking at the stars.

"I can't believe you are all here." He said and closed his eyes. "It's like if the universe wanted us to be together during the break. Like... These guys spend the whole year travelling together. A few more weeks won't hurt"

I smiled softly. Even when I didn't want to have any contact with him during the break, it felt correct now. The whole day did. When we played in the sea, when we bought ice creams in the village.

"They won't hurt."

I felt bold, so I sat closer to him and ran my hands through his hair. The humid air made it look fluffy and curler. Lando was insanely handsome today. He smiled, his face turning into a sweet grin. I let my finger wander around his face, following his super straight nose first and then running over his cheek to his side. Would I be overstepping if I kissed him? His soft plum lips were super inviting, as much as the moles on his face and neck.

"What are you doing, missy?"

"You have a nice face, Lando"

He opens his eyes and smiled.

"A nice face?"

I nodded and kissed his temple. Getting comfortable, I laid my head on his shoulder and hugged his arms.

"Pierre spent so much time talking about you"

I bit my lip.

"Did he?"

"I think he truly likes you"

"Pierre wants to fuck me, Lando"

"And you don't? He is Pierre Gasly. Everyone is into him"

"Not me"

"But you did..."

"Not anymore."

We stayed silent after that. The waves from the sea and the stupid music from the other side of the yacht were the only sounds.

"Hey. I have an idea"

I looked up and smile.

"What idea?"

He grinned.

"You can say no"

"Last time you say that I think we had sex"

We both laughed. His hand came to rest on my hip, caressing slowly its way up.

"You want sex, Lando? C'mon. I'm sure there are some girls back there." Even when it hurt, I couldn't understand why he wanted me. "It's a lesson? You want lessons on summer break?"

He chuckled a bit.

"It's not a lesson" He whispered.

"Then?" I felt the nerves wash over me.

"You said... Right when I made you cum like 40 times"

"Wasn't it three?" I chuckled.

"Let me finish..." He said exasperated. "You said you owe me one."

I gasped a bit. What the fuck?

"There is something"

He turned into his blushy shy self.

"Ok" I decided to not press then.

"I have never done the dry humping thing"

"What? Lando, everyone has done that. Like, it's impossible to not to"

"YN."

"Lando"

"Fuck. I have never come from it"

I bit my lip.

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"But... Not even when you were a kid? Well, not a kid, a teen. Like 15-16. With your first girlfriend"

He ran his hands through his hair and pulled the roots slightly.

"YN, I looked 10 when I was 16. I wasn't good with girls. I was just good with cars"

"O-oh".

He grabbed my hand and played with my fingers.

"You were cute"

"I looked like a kid. Nobody was into me."

I cupped his chin and kissed his cheek.

"That means nothing, Lando. It really doesn't define you. You are not the people you date"

He looked at me with big green eyes. Carefully, I touched his lower lip and he panted a bit. Fuck. He was so perfect.

"Why me? You look so good today, you are so..."

"Awkward?"

"Charming, Lando. You have a charm. You are really fun and... I don't know... Why me? You can have anyone else"

"So do you. And here you are." He whispered.

I gasped. I looked into his eyes. I knew why I was here. I was here because I couldn't stop looking at him. Because he had made me stop liking the guy I was into. Because I had a bunch of stupid and confusing feelings and I didn't know how to deal with them. But, was he feeling the same? Had this Sex Education course of us made him feel these things?

Lando was looking at me in such a way that made my legs shaky. His arm around me and his hand on my was were slowly tightening their grip, bringing me closer to his side.

"Lando..."

"You can leave" He whispered right over my lips.

"I don't want to" I said slowly caressing his nose with mine.

My eyes fluttered closed as he leaned a bit more. A shiver ran up and down my spine when Lando slightly tilted his head and his lips touched mine. I could feel his breath and the soft skin on his face. The hand that wasn't on my waist, grabbed my leg softly. His fingers curled around my knee and pulled it over his lap.

"What if somebody comes?" I said opening my eyes and looking into his.

"I don't really care about it right now, but we can go to your cabin if you want to"

I smirked and told him no with my head.

"Little freak" He groaned. He kissed me then, nice and deep.

I moaned on his mouth, not ready for such intensity, but followed his lead anyway. If Lando was good with something, it was his mouth. His kisses always let me longing and wanting for more. He could make my knees weak just by that.

As his tongue played with mine, I climbed on his lap. His big hands kept me there in place, not letting me move and not letting me accomplish my mission.

"Let me..."

"Shh. I want to enjoy this a bit more. I'm sure I'm not gonna last when you have been looking like this the whole night" He said playing with my dress. I blushed so hard. I didn't know it had affected him like that. I loved the dress and I loved how I looked in it.

"Really?"

"Really what?"

"Do you think I look that good?" I asked shyly.

"You look so perfect" He whispered and leaned over my lips. I gasped and when I thought he was going to kiss me, he pressed his lips on my cheek.

I grabbed his shirt with tight fists and let him do his thing. With one hand on my neck and the other on my hip, Lando travelled around my neck and shoulders, leaving little kisses and bites in those places I had told him the last time. It was delicious. The breeze against his saliva on my skin and his warm lips on some other place. The little hums he made when sucking softly made me pray for not having marks after this.

Without asking, because he knew that I would stop him anytime if I needed it, Lando pushed one of the thins straps of my dress down my shoulder. It fell easily, letting my breast bare in front of him. With a hand, he made me straighten my back so my chest was exposed to him now.

Looking into my eyes, Lando whispered "You really are one of the most perfect things I have seen" I whimpered at that.

He was too much. He couldn't look at me with those eyes and say those things. Not when I was this weak, when I was at his complete mercy, half-naked in a boat with our friends partying only a few meters away.

"Lando..."

"I want you to make me come, YN" He said kneading my breast with his hand.

I nodded slowly and kissed him again. He hummed in my mouth as I situated myself over his crotch. He was already hard, so as he pinched my nipple, I dragged my centre over him and both of us whimpered.

I hunched my dress over my hips and adjusted my underwear, letting it apply more pressure on my clit.

"D-do you do this often?"

"Pillows..."

"Fuck... That's hot. I h-have seen it on porn"

I chucked and rolled my hips again.

"Oh fuck" He gasped. "Why has no one done this to me?"

I laughed and went to open the fly of his jeans.

"What..."

"Shh"

I pulled them a bit down. His boxers hide nothing and the sight was delicious. I licked my lips and his fingers gripped my thighs hard.

Once again, I pressed myself against him and moved my hips. Both of us whimpered now. His hands went to my ass and he gave me a light slap on each cheek. Fuuuck, what are you doing, Lando?

Lando leaned and caught my nipple with his lips.

"Oh shit, Lando"

He ran his tongue over it and the pleasure just made me move faster and faster. I was despereate for a release and so was him, gripping hard into me and guiding my movements as I dragged my cunt over his member.

"Fuck...It feels so good" He moaned. I put a finger over his lips

"Don't make a sound, Norris" I groaned on his ear and then bit it. I was feeling my orgasm close, but I was better masquerading the sounds.

"Fuck, you look so perfect like this. Look at you, YN" He pinched my nipples.

I pressed my hands on his chest, using them to help my movements as I dragged our orgasms closer.

"Oh fuck..." He moaned and let his head fall back. "I'm not gonna last, fuck." Then added when he started bucking his hips up.

"Me neither, Lando. It feels so good"

Like two horny teenagers, we were grinding on each other. He was hard and ready for a release and my wetness was reaching his underwear now. Deciding that I needed more to come, I freed my other breast and put both of his hands on them. He bit his lip and let me move his fingers. He was perfectly capable of doing it alone, but there was something about his hands under mine, about guiding him... It drove me crazy. The added pleasure but my sensitive clit brushing over and over again over him, made me shake like mad.

"I'm close" I whined.

"Cum for me, YN. Come on. You are doing so good" Fucking Lando and fucking praising kink he made me get.

I came hard, curling on his chest but not stopping moving. His arms snaked around me and one of his hands grabbed my ass and helped me move.

"Kiss me" He pleaded. I cupped his face and kissed him deeply. Soon he came with a broken moan being silenced by my lips. I smiled and pulled back. Lando followed my lips stealing one last kiss before letting himself melt on the couch.

"Fuck YN" He muttered running his hands over his hair. "Come here, missy. Let's cuddle a bit"

I laughed and nestled on his chest, finding the most comfortable position to recover a bit. He pressed his cheek against my head and I felt at home.

"I can't believe I have already cum on my underwear twice" His chest vibrated with a laugh and I looked at him without muving much.

"Like a teen"

"I wish I had you to get all my first times" He muttered over my lips. "Everything is so easy with you, no pressure."

My heart was beating fast.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"I... Wow"

He smiled and kissed my lips.

"Max and you could stay here tonight. And tomorrow" I said in a low tone. I didn't want to sound too desperate, but I definitely was. "For breakfast at least. And to take a swim."

He smiled.

"I was definitely thinking of staying tonight, but I will talk to Max tomorrow."

My cheeks warmed.

"Okay"

I cupped his face and gave him a slow and deep kiss.

"I think I should take my underwear off, right?" He muttered when we broke apart.

"Definitely"

That night, we put Max to sleep on my bed with a lot of patience. Then Lando grabbed my hand and we found a place to sleep, crashing on different sofas but talking till he fell asleep.

That night left me with something new in the pit of my stomach. A new feeling that I hadn't felt in a while.

Sorry if it took too long, had a few problems and I managed the best I could. Hope you like it!!

Next part: Sun and Waves.

#lando norris #sex ed #ln #smut #f1 fic #fic

[umichenginabroad]

Kangaroos at last! (Week 6)

With the summer semester over by the start of February, it was time to get serious with the beginning of Term 1. But first, O-Week! O-Week stands for Orientation Week and is the week prior to the start of classes where, everyday, there is a never-ending community of booths all around campus. Each booth is there for a society, club, or organization ranging from Rubik’s Cube club to Surfing society! I was personally excited by the Social Volleyball club, Soccer club, as well as some wilderness and rock climbing ones. After scanning countless QR codes and meeting tons of students who were eager to sell their clubs, it was time to try an Australian sausage sizzle! Imagine a hotdog, but replace the curated, curved bun with a piece of bread. Quite literally, the sausage sizzle is a sausage on a square piece of white bread. Beyond being confused, I was simply a little disappointed. Maybe hotdogs are better left in buns freshly toasted off an American grill…

My roommates and I wanted to capitalize on the extra week of no classes, so a last-minute road trip was in order. In just two days, we rented a car and planned a trip all around Southeast New South Wales, just south of Sydney. Before we knew it, Lauren, Charlotte, Shaunak, Evan, Anthony, and I set off towards the Jenolan Caves just a 3.5hr drive away. Full of wallabies hopping around on beautiful trails around the conservation reserve, the little Jenolan town more than exceeded our expectations. Not to mention the incredible caves! Stalagmites, stalactites, crystals, and a perfectly clear river were just a few of the attractions we witnessed on our guided tour. 

From there, we made our way towards Narooma, a small coastal town with an incredible beach and coastal view. On the way there we passed through a small national park, and I laid eyes on my first wild kangaroos! As soon as I saw one, I saw dozens. Some were single, some in pairs or small groups, but all blended in well with the surrounding trees. It was hard to contain my excitement in the car, but soon enough we would get up close and my excitement could infect my surroundings. While standing at the Narooma coast, we were pleasantly surprised to see seals sunbathing on rocks and even dolphins surfing the waves! As someone whose happiness levels directly correlate to the number of wild animals I’ve recently seen, I was beaming.

I haven’t even mentioned the infinite number of cows, sheep, goats, horses, and chickens we laid eyes on during the drive. I was honestly astonished at how similar rural Australia is to the rural areas of midwestern states. Just add some more hills and ocean beaches to Wisconsin, and before you know it you’ll feel like you’re in Australia. After Narooma, we drove to Jervis Bay where we watched the sunset and the next morning went to Cave Beach through Booderee National Park. There, we were greeted by two dozen kangaroos at the entrance to the beach. 

We had only spent 3 days outside the city and all of a sudden, kangaroos were commonplace. The trip ended with a drive through Kangaroo Valley to Fitzroy falls where we did a quick hike before heading towards Kiama, another coastal town not far from Sydney. 

Famous for Kiama’s Blowhole, a rock formation which shoots big ocean waves into the sky, Kiama was a cute town with nice shops and restaurants. 

Just like that, we were back in Coogee and I was back to soaking up the beauty right outside my own front door.

David Bayer

Biomedical Engineering

University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia

#umichenginabroad #ipewinter24 #australia #ipeunsw #davidbayer

[kiss-me-muchoo]

Summer with Klitz 🐚🧘🏻‍♀️🪸

Klitz x fem!reader

When I listened for the first time Un Verano sin ti, I thought on this. My favorite songs were Ojitos Lindos, La Corriente, Party and Tití me preguntó, idc I want to be in Rosarito with Klitz bai

Warnings: Not really, there’s alcohol, sex insinuations and Bad Bunny songs, that’s it lol.

I may proceed to add in my sh!tty playlist :

•Sorry, Un Verano Sin ti has been in my head

• Let's pretend Klitz went to Yale, in July. And you went to classes in August.

• (I’m self projecting here, bc, I'm staying in my city for community college and then transferring yeah)

• The tripod was able to take a 6-day vacation, (don't ask how)

• Your old friends got along 100% with the tripod. (I mostly, have girlfriends, so I'm imagining it with them)

• In Mexico is legal to drink at 18, so don’t worry, I'm NOT CORRUPTING ANYONE

•You and your friends filled your car with food, alcohol, and beach stuff.

•The trip to the hotel took around 2 hours from the city, SO YES!, Un Verano sin ti was loudly playing in the car, the road trip had to be with Tarot and Moscow Mule.

•Klitz is almost dragging you to his lap on the car, but you playfully pinch him. He was so touch starved after being separated for so long.

• You were so excited to see your boyfriend again, but you preferred to wait until you were alone *wink wink*

•Klitz was still the same shy and smart bb

•He loves your outfits; after checking in with the hotel, you changed to some baggy knitted pants, a salmon bikini top, and a shell necklace.

•Eating lobster in Rosarito 1000/10

•Our baby is kissing you every second of the day. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it”. You smiled so softly at him “it’s because you love me as hard as I do” you say and he’s over the clouds.

•He’s very surprised to see that you changed a lot during the summer; you were happier, more mature and so sweet.

•You make a sandcastle with Klitz

•Eli ruins it 🥲

•Margaritas and tejuinos, that’s it.

•Matt and Danielle disappearing every day for some hours *wink wink again*

•Eli flirting with every girl he can, while he had already kind of seduced one of your friends. (He didn’t know though)

•A wood fire in the night, while you burn marshmallows and drink more alcohol.

•Drunk sex with Klitz? yes.

•Dancing with your friends to Tití me preguntó and Klitz being so blushed lol, especially after hearing the lyrics of the songs, specially for Party.

•At some point, everyone was so drunk that you could finally have some time alone with your boy.

•Yeah, you guys had sex on the small pool of your hotel balcony room.

•Also in the shower, the sand one day after everyone left to grab some food, and again in the pool. You prayed for the condoms and pills to last all the trip.

•Cuddled in a hammock while Klitz has his hands around you and you can watch and hear the sea.

•Sharing paletitas de mango con chamoy lol with him

•Eli suggested filming another movie, this time with you and Klitz, on the beach.

•You refused, knowing that your boyfriend already fucked the brains out of you in the sand.

•You were so cozy snuggling together in the same bed after a long day in the beach.

• In the last days, he surprises you by saying that he will only be a small period at Yale, and later he’s moving wherever you decided to go, he wants to graduate college with you no matter what (brb, crying bc that’s never happening to me)

•You almost cry when he says that he started to save money to buy or rent something with you.

•peppering his face with tons of kisses after he says that. “You’re stuck with me after saying that, hottie” he smiles you back and gently pushes you. “I’m happily stuck then”

•Humming to Ojitos Lindos (my favorite 🥺) while you admire the sunset from the balcony, you slightly sway to the song. All of you are going to a party, but you were ready, waiting for everyone. But it turns into a very special moment when Klitz comes and hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek. “You’re singing!” you blush and he finds it so cute, so he hugs you tightly, but softly at the same time. “I was humming” you correct him.

•I mean, that song with the love of your life on the beach, watching a sunset, it’s cute, fuck off 🤠🤌

_________________________________________

Today is my gradnight and my graduation on Thursday!!!!, I’m excited

And I wrote this on Monday while waiting for my cobitch19 test results.

Besos en la teta, Hannia 💓

#danonation #paul dano x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz x reader #edward nashton x reader #paul dano #Spotify

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

To hell with the New York Times's top 25 commercial/luxurious travel experiences. You can have your own. Here's some of mine, and reflecting on them makes me feel quite replete and not in need of any gourmet well-beaten trails. I hope you have yours.

--travel the pilgrimage trail of St. Jacques de Compostelle from Paris to the Spanish border as a teenage art historian, with the great Mme Francoise Weinman interpreting, 1978. 

 --bathe in a bathtub on a hillside on Western Shoshone land above matriarchs and federal challengers Mary and Carry Dann's ranch in eastern Nevada while listening to Lucinda Williams for the first time (music courtesy of Lauri Di, who then gave me the homemade cassette), 1991. 

--raft trip on assignment for Sierra Magazine, 1995, in a roadless wilderness the size of Portugal in NE British Columbia, where the whole community of wildlife was living its many lives largely undisturbed.

--Dance all night in the streets of Paris, Fete de la Musique, circa 1998, be serenaded by Timothy O'Toole's brother with Marianne Faithful's "Ballad of Lucy Jordan" in parting. (Research for Wanderlust was the official reason to be there.)

--Seattle Nov. 30-Dec. 1, when the protest in the streets galvanized the poor countries to resist the World Trade Organization's bullying on behalf of the rich corporations and countries and the fate of the world took a left turn. "When hope and history rhyme." Thank you David Solnit, who had a lot to do with it. 

--Hike with Lucy Lippard to the remote valley whose entrance is framed by two great natural stone slabs on each of which a life-sized cornstalk petroglyph appears; take Barry Lopez to see the life-size bear petroglyph nearby and the giant zig-zag snake petroglyphs, get drenched in a monsoon rain together, New Mexico circa 1999-2001 or so

--Multiple times participating in the Good Friday pilgrimage to Chimayo, NM, circa 1998-2010, witnessing the landscape, the devotion and dedication, the generosity, and the low-rider Cadillac of the stations of the cross. 

--find the exact places Eadweard Muybridge, Carleton Watkins, Ansel Adams, and Edward Weston stood to make their iconic pictures of Yosemite with Mark Klett and Byron Wolfe (in what became our book Yosemite in Time), and camp out in the supremely serene jeffrey pine forest south of Mono Lake while working on the project, 2001-4

--repeat visits to New Orleans to first understand the terrible things of Hurricane Katrina and then fall in love with the wonderful culture and dance in various second lines, etc., 2006 onward....

--Zapatista Women's Encuentro, late Dec.-January 1, Chiapas, Mexico, with Marina Sitrin and Sam Sitrin

--Iceland, summer of 2008 (partly melancholy, but studded with epiphanies): "I traveled a little, and on the south coast of Iceland had one magnificent midsummer day that began with a long walk on a path edged with tiny flowers past the largest glacier in Europe, went on to a bay in which the glacier was calving icebergs that were vivid blue in a blue inlet of the sea, and then traversed a long strand of wet sand that reflected the white clouds and blue sky so that heaven and earth were indistinguishable, and the clouds overhead seemed to be almost close enough to touch and those near the horizon seemed to be very near infinity. It was as close to a vision of paradise as I’ve been granted with my eyes open. After that I saw another bay full of hundreds of swans and a steep valley through which dozens of thin waterfalls trickled and poured from the heights. That day ended at a robin’s nest Klara showed me in the low willows in the quiet light at midnight, five small mottled eggs like turquoise stones." 

--first visit to David Rumsey's map collection, San Francisco, with David's visionary insight into cartography....-

-two weeks aboard a Swedish vessel circumambulating Svalbard in the high Arctic, 2011

--Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, raft trip, summer solstice, 2014 (also working as a journalist), but also thank you Michael Brune and Dan Ritzman https://www.theguardian.com/.../alaska-wildlife-sanctuary...

--Mt Burdell in green winter splendor, over so many years...

--wake up at Standing Rock to see thousand of joyful people celebrating their determination and solidarity on the great green prairie, 2016 (I went there to report for the Guardian, all too briefly)

--Traveling with Dolpo Tulku rimpoche through Dolpo, the Tibetan plateau/Buddhist land in which he is the spiritual leader, fall 2017, with Roshi Joan Halifax and various others, and doing another version of that route in 2015 that repeats Peter Matthiesson's in The Snow Leopard, including being welcomed into Shey Gompo, and seeing people engaged in daily life on almost medieval terms: plowing with yaks, threshing and reaping and winnowing by hand, traveling on foot or by beast, weaving on wooden looms, tending livestock, crossing high passes up to 17,600' high, spending a month on foot (and occasionally horse)....

--the enchanting walk from the Baldock train station to the cottage Orwell lived in 1936-1940s, through wheat fields full of flints formed undersea and rural rights of way, crossing the ancient Icknield Way (returning to where I first met those roses he planted, if they're his, on Nov. 2, 2017), 2019, walking it again this summer with Rob Macfarlane, 2022

--So many mornings of glorious light at Ocean Beach, because like all of you I also live in the destination.

--camping with my great-nieces who make everything new and exciting again. p.s. Just a reminder: I have had adventures, but my everyday life is staying home quietly turning words around and trying to make meaning with them.

[Rebecca Solnit ]

#Wanderlust #Rebecca Solnit #travel #planet earth #the world #experience #words and writing #articles

[seabreeze2022]

2023 Bahama Cruise, Part 14. April. 1. Thompson Bay, Grey’s Bight, Long Island.

Dinner party on “Time Out”. Above left to right: Capt. of “Sea Breeze” Dana, Capt. David Houston “Cheval”, Capt. and author, Paul Trammell “Water Rose”.

Jim and Laurie hosted 6 of us on their Lagoon 45 F (F for Flybridge). Big and beautiful, it is perfect for dinner parties. Plus the upper helm has great visibility for docking. “Cheval” provided fresh hogfish, which Jim cooked in a Thai soup. Nancy provided a coconut flan for desert. Rounding out a three course meal.

Jim and Laurie have traveled from the Mediterranean to Grenada and up the Carribean. Now that they are in the Bahamas, they say this is the friendliest group of cruisers they have met. Jim said in the short time they have been here, the cruiser interaction is a thousand times friendlier than in the Carribean.

The Farmers Market opens up Saturday morning early. There are 30 boats in the harbor due to the winds predicted earlier. So it was a scramble in the morning for fresh vegetables. I picked up a large piece of coconut bread for $3 Bahamian. Since they were selling local salt in small zip lock bags. I had to buy one for $2.50 Bahamian. The gentleman standing in the photo, explained how he gets the salt in the summer dry season. They bagged up 20 “fish sacks” full this last summer.

The woman in the top photo was shelling peas. She beats most of the peas out in advance. Here she is doing a final look through. Talks and shells at the same time. As she shells, she gathers up a handful of empty shells in her right hand and allows the field peas to fall to the bottom of the box. Once she gets a handful of empty husk in her hand she drops them in a cardboard box next to her. That is fed to the sheep.

This island was a large sheep herding island. We just missed the annual “mutton festival”.

We went walk about and talked to Marcie (Knowles) Fox in her parents yard about plants. They just recently were tied into the potable water system. Most houses here have a cistern. Nancy found a beautiful Sea Horse made out of sea glass.

We stopped briefly at a natural salt pond. It really reeked. Hope the salt I bought did not come from here! This island must be full of snakes. One Grey Racer was dead on the road the day before. Here we found a dead Bahama Boa. Once we got to the beach, we walked a mile down and back.

When ever my ship starts to go down, forget the EPRIP or calling MAYDAY. I am sticking close to Nancy. If she washes up on a deserted Island, she will find someone to talk to. Hopefully, they will have the means to get us back.

If you look closely at the foot prints above, the left has tread marks. The right footprint is smooth and no tread marks. Nancy talked to John on the beach. No one ever walks this beach, but Nancy found the one guy. He is an ex-pat, and was wearing a pair of “North Island Shoes”. Two different colored and aged crocks. In the North part of Long Island, if you find it washed up on the beach you wear it!

We found some wild Passion Fruit on the side of the trail. Nancy gathered up a handful of fruit. When we stopped back at the Farmers Market, she asked a local woman about them. Nancy was promising to make me some Passion Fruit creme brulee. The woman explained these were not edible and would poison me. Then she promptly threw all of them in the bushes. She saved my life!

A quick trip below ground for Nancy. I thought I had my flashlight, but it was still on the boat. So we could not go very far. There are bats further in the cave. Once back at the boat we pulled anchor. Well, actually Nancy pulled up the 45 lb. anchor while I drove. Then we headed south 4 miles. To a large Blue Hole and a secluded anchorage.

Approximately 500 ft. across at its widest. It is only 38 ft. deep but you can not see the bottom. I took the opportunity to snorkel around the edge. On the north drop off several Mangrove Snapper came up to look at me. Their were several larger Mutton Snapper along the edge. They were very skidish.

We were back at the boat and Nancy was taking her shower on the aft sugar scoop. Jumping in and getting wet. Getting out and lathering up. Jumping in to rinse off. I happened to be on deck taking some clothes out to hang up. Damn, there was a large shark parallel to the boat and moving away. “Nancy, get in the boat!”.

Why?

Don’t ask why, just get in the boat!

Is it a shark?

Yes, there is a large shark swimming by.

No worries, it is not interested in me.

Nancy, this is not a Nurse, Hammerhead or bull shark. It might be a Tiger Shark!

OKAY! OKAY!

Nancy is obviously fearless!

Plan for the morning was: Make water, go to the Blue Hole, go swim with the red shrimp, then walk to a secluded beach we found on Goggle Earth.

Water maker would not pressurize and we spent 2 hours troubleshooting it. Then gave up. Skipped the Blue Hole, and dinghied to the boat ramp. Walked a short distance to the church ruins which is where the trail to the Red Shrimp Cave starts.

This is the ruins of St. Mary the Virgin Anglican Church. Only one family of 4 was buried in the yard.

Talking to a native of the island, the graves are facing East. Again, interesting spelling of the name, “Lerlene Moree” 1918- 1958. Notice that either one or two children's graves sit to the side. Times were tough back in the day. In those day midwives delivered the babies on the island. Now when a women is 6 months pregnant she has to leave the island.

Following the well marked trail from behind the church to the cave full of red shrimp. We spent 20 minutes swimming with the shrimp. It appears to be salt water. Hundreds of red shrimp and a crab or two. A few of the shrimp came off of the bottom and swim upside down near the surface.

Nancy reaching towards a red shrimp, while another one is just below her foot.

Red shrimp at bottom of the photo swimming around. They were thick on the bottom.

After the shrimp swim, we tried to get to this secluded beach on the East side of the Island. Unfortunately there was a gate on the road.

When you walk on the road here in Long Island every single car that passes waves and or beeps their horn. Not much traffic, but always happy people.

Out here in the middle of nowhere is a small bar with a pool table, called FOXIES. Sign said “3 beers for $10, Karaoke Saturday night”. No cars the first time we walked by. But Sunday on the way back we watched a guy stop and go in. We stopped in and asked if he was open. He said sure. We ordered 3 Kaliks, and paid the 10 dollars. He gave us the fourth beer free so we would be even on the amount of drinks. Cheapest beers we ever had in the Bahamas. Foxie will be a millionaire shortly. He was off to George Town to open another bar and Vape store. That will be his fourth Vape store in the islands. Bahamas are looking at legislation to legalize marijuana and CBD. He is setting himself up on each island chain to sell the stuff.

Low tide so we stopped and walked the beach on the way back. We had spotted a Tamarind tree but we only able to pick a handful of fruit. Rain storm was creeping towards our boat so we headed back.

S/V Sea Breeze, Grey’s Bight, Long Island, Bahama.

#seabreeze2022 #seabreeze2023 #exuma #Long island bahama

[parfumieren]

Angel (Thierry Mugler)

Since making its acquaintance, I've wrestled Angel and wrestled hard. In the course of five years, I went from loathing this divisive bestseller to... well, we get along all right in small doses.

2010

Today, during a routine trip to the mega-mall, I dragged my husband into Sephora for a spate of perfume sampling. Immediately I spotted a perfume I've been itching to meet for ages: Thierry Mugler's Angel. How did I manage to live for nearly two decades without encountering one of the most recognizable, polarizing, and notorious scents of the last half century? Luck, I guess. (Or maybe I'd always run away from it too fast to ever learn its unholy name.)

First impression on the test strip: fantastic! An acetylene-bright violet, sparkling with carbonation, like Sacrebleu with added nitromethane. I offered it to my husband; he nodded and smiled. Nice.

I strayed over to a couple of other perfumes -- Lolita Lempicka (if flowers could sweat…), Shalimar (charming as always), Hypnotic Poison (regular Poison + rohypnol) -- before coming back to Angel. Out with the test strip again-- sniff, sniff.

"What do you think?" I asked my husband.

"It's interesting. Different. Not like anything you've worn," he said.

I decided to leap in. Picked up the heavy, star-shaped, Tim Burtonesque decanter and gave my wrist a hearty spray. Hooray!

The first five minutes will live in my memory as some of the nicest minutes I ever spent with a fragrance. Prickly, tickly, teasing, Angel seemed alive with personality. Behind its strobe-light top notes, I could detect some of that unusual chocolate-patchouli chord I'd read about. I relaxed, plotting how I might ask the Sephora floor staff to make me up a sample to take home, and maybe I'd even follow up by purchasing a full-sized--

WHAT THE HELL?!

My Angel had just sprouted horns. No, not horns-- legs. Eight of them, all bearing down on me at freight-train speed. To my horror, this cherubic little bit of cloud-fluff had just morphed into a Shelob-sized spider of stonk. Having lured me into its pretty gossamer web, it now set about immobilizing me in a cocoon of sticky cotton candy from which escape was impossible.

Noticing the look on my face, my husband asked, "Everything OK?"

"Help," I managed to whisper before the death-cloud of spun sugar covered my mouth.

In what seemed like seconds, nothing remained of either the effervescent violet or that alluring bitter-chocolate accord. The present (and the forseeable future) consisted of a single, relentless note of slightly burned Karo corn syrup which grew stronger and sweeter with every passing moment, ratcheting the tension skyward until I thought I was going to scream.

Did I think it couldn't get worse? Oh, how wrong I was.

Angel chose that moment to deploy a stinger full of venom in the form of a blackcurrant note so boozy I thought I'd been teleported back to 1987, when the candy trend for high-school girls was fancy French cassis pastilles in collectible tins filled with powdered sugar. When you were done with the pastilles, you emptied out the sugar and used the tin to store your cocaine. And when you were done with the cocaine, you drank most of a bottle of cheap Leroux's blackberry brandy in a desperate attempt to come down. Then you puked yourself dry and promised God and your sainted grandmother never, ever, EVER to do it again.

That's where Angel had me, and I'd only been wearing it for half an hour.

After two hours, Angel shapechanged into the feminine version of Drakkar Noir, the toxic pong of choice for all the gold-chain-and-hair-gel playas who overrun South Jersey every summer. NOW I knew where I'd smelled this before-- I'd been smelling it all my life! Having grown up just across the bay from Seaside Heights, how well I knew those evil winds that drifted over the water, carrying the odor of stale cigarette smoke, suntan lotion, unwashed ass, and day-old funnel cakes coated in a sludge of equal parts congealed grease and confectioner's sugar….

I get it. Angel is none other than Snooki.

Home to throw myself in a steaming hot shower and scrub myself from head to toe with Ivory soap. No luck: hours later, Angel is still with me. If it doesn't fade soon, I'm going to have to get out my microplane citrus zester and grate the first hundred layers of skin off the inside of my wrist to get free. Until then, I'll sit in my pajamas, shivering and clutching a teacup full of whiskey, such as is traditionally offered to survivors of a terrible, unspeakable ordeal.

2011

I almost overlooked it-- partially because it was so tiny, partially because I never expected to encounter such a thing on a thrift store shelf.

The sight of the silver foil peeling off its molded plastic cap brought a self-righteous smirk to my lips. Beneath a scrap of masking tape marked “25¢” in grease pencil, that star-shaped hunk of glass -- tacky and cumbersome even when brand new -- carried a tragic coating of grime. Irony: that a high-end perfume modeled after that most low-rent of locations (the carnival fairway) should meet a fate every bit as tawdry as its stated inspiration.

Oh ho! how the mighty have fallen! I thought, then walked away.

Five minutes later I was back, staring at that tiny glass star and feeling inexplicably gloomy. What's an Angel like you doing in a place like this? I whispered… then reached out my hand.

As I've expressed before, my opinion of Angel is not high. It still isn't. Granted, its first minute on skin is a taste of pure Heaven-- but where it goes from there, in my humble opinion, is straight to Hell. Yet the sight of this little Angel languishing unwanted and unclaimed on the shelf dried up my schadenfreude at its very root.

Twenty-five cents, you say? And the bottle still has a minute amount of parfum in it? Well, perhaps it will be different when dabbed than when sprayed….

Take it from me: it isn't.

2015

Today I dabbed my very last hoarded droplets of Angel onto my wrists. Hoarded? I can almost hear you say. But I thought you HATED that stuff.

I've come a long way, baby.

It's true that an overzealous spray in Sephora nearly biased me for life against this bizarre gourmand. But that was five years ago. I've changed my mind on many things in that time. Cassis -- once my sworn enemy -- is now not even my frenemy, but my friend. I've smelled so many lousy Angel wannabes at Target or Kohls that the original on which they're based -- tart fruit layered over a patchouli-caramel-chocolate accord once deemed by me The Worst -- is actually really Some Kind of Wonderful. Maybe it's grown on me. Or maybe I've learned just how much Angel is enough (the tiniest, TINIEST dab; the barest swipe of the sample vial wand).

The point is this: I'm sad enough to see Angel go to want it to return, even if I have to buy it outright. Not a full-sized bottle, mind you-- unless the Angel promised to take its share.

Scent Elements: Bergamot, helional, hedione, blackcurrant, honey, patchouli, vanilla, coumarin, chocolate, sandalwood, a CrackerJacks factory worth of caramel, and a veritable shitload of ethylmaltol.

#parfümieren #thierry mugler #angel #perfume review

[astra-galaxie]

"Yes, yes, Adalet, just give us some time to make sure it worked and to make more, be patient, sweetie." - Birgitta Halvorsen

Biographical information

Full Name: Birgitta Halvorsen

Gender: Transgender (Male to Female) (she/her)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Status: Alive

Age: 79 (season 2)

Birth: 1935

Race: Mythonite

Nationality: Asgardian

Origin: Midgard, New Asgard

Residence:

Asgard, New Asgard

Midgard, New Asgard (formerly)

Past profession(s): Pediatrician

Family:

Soffía Halvorsen (wife)

Kára Halvorsen (daughter) (deceased)

Brage Halvorsen (child)

Heimdall Sadik-Halvorsen (son)

Aslan Sadik-Halvorsen (son-in-law)

Adalet (Anders) Sadik-Halvorsen (granddaughter/grandson)

Ahmet Savage (great-grandson)

Affiliation(s): Frigga Memorial Children's Hospital (formerly)

Profile

Height: 6'0" Age: 79 (season 2) Weight: 185lbs Eyes: Blue Blood: O-

The wife of Soffía Halvorsen, Birgitta is a tall woman with pale skin, long, wavy hair that is as white as snow and deep blue eyes. She prefers to wear a dark blue turtleneck sweater, a white coat, comfortable black pants and black boots. She also has black-framed glasses, small silver hoop earrings, and a black and white beaded necklace.

Powers and Abilities

Asgardian abilities:

Super-strength

Enhanced durability

Enhanced speed

Superhuman Stamina

Regenerative healing factor

Flight

All-Speak

Star Generation

Asgardians can create small orbs of light, which they call "stars" that they send up into the sky at night

Magic

History

Birgitta is originally from the continent Midgard but moved to Asgard the summer before she started high school. She met Soffía as the two were on the school's football (soccer) team. They often had extra practice together without the rest of their team, leading to them getting to know each other better and eventually, they started dating.

After graduating, Birgitta went to university to become a pediatrician. She always had an interest in medicine and decided at a young age that she wanted to work in the medical field. She chose to be a pediatrician because she used to volunteer in a hospital's children's unit when she lived on Midgard. She met countless sick children and felt the desire to help them get better and free them of their illnesses and injuries.

She got a permanent position at Asgard's local children's hospital a few years after graduation and helped save the lives of thousands of children. While there would always be children she couldn't save, Birgitta strived to save everyone she could. However, if the child could not be saved, she would ensure their final days would be spent in comfort while surrounded by their families.

She retired a few years before her wife, and the two enjoyed finally being able to relax with one another. They have been able to go on trips and do activities they never had the time for when they were younger. Overall, they have just been enjoying each other's company and spending time with their remaining family and friends.

Events of Criminal Case

Season 2

Birgitta, like the rest of Adalet's grandparents, attended her and Fili's wedding in Pacific Bay. She thought her granddaughter looked beautiful in her wedding dress and was so happy that she got to witness Adalet's special day.

Season 3

While only serving as a minor character during her daughter's murder investigation, Birgitta still had an important role. She had to prevent her wife from revealing any secrets during her drunken mourning. Even through her grief, Birgitta pushed through it to keep her remaining family safe. After Kara's murder was solved and Soffía recovered from her hangover, Birgitta assisted in developing the cure for fire tumours.

Story Information

First appeared: Tying the Knot

Trivia

While she can come off as cold-hearted because of her years working in the medical field and witnessing traumatic events, Birgitta has a heart of gold. She always puts others before herself and ensures everyone is cared for before caring for herself

My grandparents inspired Birgitta and Soffía's height difference. My grandfather was about six feet tall, while my grandmother was just under five feet

As a pediatrician, she always carried stickers, lollipops, and small candies for her patients. To this day, she still carries them by habit, and Soffía always has to get after her to clean her pockets out before washing Birgitta's clothes

It makes laundry day interesting as Soffía likes to play a game she calls "What's in my Wife's Pockets?"

She jokes that she could open a candy store with how much she's pulled out of Birgitta's pockets

Now that she's retired, Birgitta always makes sure she carries her family's favourite candies. If she can't break the habit, then her family should benefit from it!

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5.

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad)

Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad)

Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

#criminal case #criminal case pacific bay #criminal case save the world #my ocs #astra's ocs

[rayatii]

what/when did you go to the us for?

Hey, anon! Okay, so maybe this is more than what you asked for, but here's the story of the two (2) times I went to the US.

The first time I ever went to the US was in summer 2012, when I was 10 with my family. We went on a trip to see a doctor for my brother. I distinctly remember purposefully stepping out of the airplane and out of the airport very slowly, Neil Armstrong style because of it being my first time on the American continent.

We landed in San Francisco, and stayed in a suburb thereof for about a week, at the home of some family friends. Activities we did included going to a small local water park, going to a trampoline park thing, and going into the city proper. We saw some sea lions and also the Bay Bridge, but we weren't able to see the Golden Gate Bridge.

Next, we took another airplane to Cleveland, Ohio, which was our actual destination. I remember the first time I saw Lake Erie, and my parents remarking how flat the whole place looked. My mom remembers how utterly difficult it was to find stuff for us to do there, but I did enjoy my time there. We rented a car with a GPS that sounded like a porn actress, we visited the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and we went to a children's science museum where I attempted to build a kid-size house with some big blocks. I also remember it was there that I saw a "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up" ad for the first time (I was confused as to why this situation was shown alongside stuff like a fire). We stayed there for about 4 days.

After that, we took yet another airplane, this time to New York City. We stayed there for about 2 days or so, but we went to a building in Rockefeller Center, where I danced in a room with a bunch of rainbow projections (Rainbow Room? not sure), we went on a boat to visit Liberty Island (we couldn't go to the Statue of Liberty because it was being renovated), we had a magical time at Toys "R" Us, where I bought an obscene amount of Moshi Monsters merch, and visited the Empire State Building. My parents told us that they saw Bruce Willis at a restaurant there, but his back was turned to them. After that, we returned to Lebanon.

Anyway, the second time I went to the US was in July 2017, when I was 15. My dad was going on a business trip to New York and asked me to come with him. We watched Phantom of the Opera and Hamilton on Broadway (I had a pretty good time during Phantom. I got really bored during Hamilton), we went to Liberty Island (but I got upset when I found out that we couldn't climb the Statue of Liberty because my dad didn't get the right tickets for that), visited Central Park, and I indulged in the country's massive Netflix library (it's so much larger there than in Lebanon!!) in the hotel room while my dad was at his meeting. We stayed about 5 days before returning to Lebanon.

And this was the story of the two (2) times I went to the US.

#raya answers #raya recalls #i also happen to have american citizenship