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straying-further-from-gods-grace · 2 months

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Human AU! Picrew

Alastor! He's a serial killer and cannibal in every AU I make unless otherwise stated. Some AU will include Al being trans, having epilepsy, or severe scarring and sometimes migraines. Eating disorder in the fact he mainly eats humans and starves a lot of the time

Nifty in every AU will be Alastors little sister, be it through found family or actual adoption. She is also a cannibal and a nurse unless otherwise stated. Every AU she lost her eye while being sex trafficked.

Rosie and Husk are Always going to be Exes, be it married or dating, but exes. Rosie is a cannibal, Husk isn't he just helps his family hide evidence. In certain AU they're Nifty and or Al's adoptive parents/found family parent's in others they are just older friends who are protective and the mom/dad friend. Rosie is a psychologist and Husk a bartender, most AU they're gonna be ex military

Angel Dust (Anthony) Husks twink boyfriend he gets after divorcing or breaking up with Rosie. Still a hooker but he and Val have a healthy relationship. Unless I need Val to be nasty for my plot. Ex addict, makes music sometimes, recovering eating disorder

The Vees! Vox with his heterochromia and I like making him sweaty either an actual problem or he's just sweaty. I also like to give him a stutter in certain AUs. He's German.

Valentino is as always, half blind, and he's a nasty weird tall man with a connective tissue disorder in most AU, he's also Latin and a pretty good friend he's very supportive just bad at it.

Velvet is a weird little chaotic rat but her boys worship her. For some reason I see her as a Floridian military brat idk, fashion designer and influencer in every AU. I ship her with Rosie.

In some AU they're adoptive siblings

Charlie and Vaggie! Twinning UwU! Vaggie is an ex Catholic cause I think it makes sense and Charlie definitely practices Wicca or something. Charlie actually does own a hotel, it's a rehab her father funded for her because she wants to help nd she has whateva sort of degree would help with that, something with therapy. Vaggie works as a security guard there.

Vaggie twin sister Lute, she's having a near constant mental breakdown, she's a psycho deep down and is FILLED with religious guilt idk what to tell ya. Killed someone. Her arm is amputated too. She teaches self defense, specialising in helping people with disabilities learn to work around them.

Charlie cousin Peter. Everyone think he's the "gay" cousin but he's actually straight and VERY comfy in his masculinity, nondenominational. Isn't technically allowed to visit the Morningstar house alone because they're "evil" but they're just spiritual. Broadway!!

Lute boyfriend, Adam. I could NOT resist making him adorable and precious because you see him and go awww but then he fucking opens his mouth and calls you a slur. Lmao. Questioning his faith. Rock star wanna be, studies music theory or something

Adams cousins! Big sis Sera is constantly worrying and lil sis Emily is heavily sheltered. Sera is a Sunday School teacher, idk, maybe religious studies? Emily if the AU has her college aged will want to be a nurse (I've been seeing Emily ships everywhere but what if she falls for her fellow nurse who's secretly a psychopath?? Nifty, I mean)

Cherri! Angels BFF! She's deffo an artist and also a demolition expert or something, and does monster trucking too! She's the best most supportive person, Penti adores her and she's secretly in love too but she's scared of it. Angel keeps mocking her that he's got two guys (Val and Husk) and she won't even take a chance on the dude who would find a way to blow up the sun for her.

Penti is trans, hjs family is also Muslim but he was disowned when he came out. He has triplet little siblings! Is studying to be or is a physicist. Idk minor speech impediment/lisp!

Frank is the embodiment of chaos and when he meets Alastor is obsessed with him (crushing on a guy your older brother doesn't like is a right if passage) Chandler and Leslie are his siblings. They we're disowned for supporting Penti and Chandler has refused to wear her veil since. Leslie still upholds their faith but is very supportive.

Usually Vark will be a dog. But occasionally an AU will call for him to be Vox little brother so here's a design for him!

#ao3 link #human au #Hazbin hotel #Picrew #radio static #vox x alastor

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dangert1ts-archived · 2 months

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Verses

Main: Just regular Lute, Adam's right hand and lieutenant of the Exorcists.

Down in disguise: An offshoot of the main verse. Threads where Lute goes down to Hell in disguise, either to try to personally learn information about the goings-on down there, or just to have some fun in between Exterminations.

Fallen: Set after the last Extermination. The Exorcists had already been on thin ice with the rest of Heaven after the trial, and when they returned and learned that they turned out to be unnecessary after all, they were quickly disbanded. With Adam's death, Lute was left as the one to take on all the blame, and was punished by being kicked out of Heaven and forced to fall. Her appearance changed to a red version of the Exorcist uniform, her head changing to look like her helmet and a bird-like tail manifesting.

General: Set after the latest Extermination. With Adam dead, Lute ascended to be the new leader of the Exorcists, beginning to wear his halo with the position. She got a prosthetic arm to replace the one that she lost during the attack on the hotel, one that she could alter between a casual appearance and something more fit for battle. Lute also ordered for the Exorcist uniform to be changed from their dresses to full suits of angelic armor, not wanting to let her warriors be killed as easily as those lost in the fight were.

Pre-Exorcist: Set between before Adam came to Heaven and before the Exterminations began. Before she was Adam's right hand and Lieutenant of the Exorcists, Lute was a simple and kind angel named Lily. She mainly worked as an assistant to higher ranked angels, as well as occasionally helping to teach younger ones how to fly.

Hellborn: Lily is an imp from the Wrath ring. She grew up working on her family's farm, as well as being a member of a militia for the area they lived in from when she was 15 to 24 before moving away. Now 32 years old, she now takes different security/bodyguard jobs around the rings, hiding her natural Wrath accent most of the time in an attempt to sound to her standards of professionalism.

Human: Lily is an electric violinist for a small band that she's in with some of her friends. She's relatively recently (in the last three years) divorced, her ex-husband having primary custody of their son due to his more stable job while Lily tends to have him for just one or two weekends a month.

#ooc #verse page #main verse #down in disguise #general lute #pre-exorcist lute #fallen lute #hellborn lute #human lute

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holyfurnace · 2 months

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Lute: About and Verses

About: Lute is the right hand of the first man, Adam of Eden. She is a harsh, bloodthirsty angel, and is always confident of her own superiority over everyone but her commander. As Adam’s lieutenant, Lute has slain several hundreds of thousands of sinners, and is always eager to add another tally to her list.

Verses below

Main: Just regular Lute, Adam's right hand and lieutenant of the Exorcists. Seen as above.

Fallen: Set after the last Extermination. The Exorcists had already been on thin ice with the rest of Heaven after the trial, and when they returned and learned that they turned out to be unnecessary after all, they were quickly disbanded. With Adam's death, Lute was left as the one to take on all the blame, and was punished by being kicked out of Heaven and forced to Fall. Her appearance changed to a red version of the Exorcist uniform, her head changing to look like her helmet and a bird-like tail manifesting.

Commander: Set after the latest Extermination. With Adam dead, Lute ascended to be the new leader of the Exorcists, beginning to wear his halo with the position. She got a prosthetic arm to replace the one that she lost during the attack on the hotel, one that she could alter between a casual appearance and something more fit for battle. Lute also ordered for the Exorcist uniform to be changed from their dresses to full suits of angelic armor, not wanting to let her warriors be killed as easily as those lost in the fight were.

Pre-Exorcist: Set between before Adam came to Heaven and before the Exterminations began. Before she was Adam's right hand and Lieutenant of the Exorcists, Lute was a simple and kind angel named Eleanora, though everyone called her Lily. She mainly worked as an assistant to higher ranked angels, as well as occasionally helping to teach younger ones how to fly.

Hellborn: Lily is an imp (with some succubus genes from a grandparent, and those genes hit her HARD) from the Wrath ring. She grew up working on her family's farm, as well as being a member of a militia for the area they lived in from when she was 15 to 24 before moving away. Now 32 years old, she now takes different security/bodyguard jobs around the rings, hiding her natural Wrath accent most of the time in an attempt to sound more to her standards of professionalism.

#ooc #lute #about page #verse page

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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Loving You Is A Losing Game - chapter nine

heyyy! it’s been a little while, but i did warn that updates on this book a going to get slower. lots of stuffs been going on with my family lately, so its been really hard to find time to sit down and write... but nevertheless, i hope you enjoy this chapter that i only like the second half of...

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"how many pennies in the slot"

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"when can i see you again?"

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they had set a date. that night outside of joe's bar, they agreed that in just less than two weeks they would see each other again. paul would be out of town on a golfing trip like he did every last friday of the month, and alex would say that he had a family emergency. it wouldn't be hard to get a day off, just the words 'schizophrenic mother' would be enough to let him have a little while off.

so, on that early friday morning, alex stood in the trailer, packing up his suitcase with clothes while izzie continued to sleep peacefully, not needing to wake up for another twenty minutes or so. she had started back at work two days ago and he could tell it was taking a toll on her. she was more irritable and had been sleeping more, exhausted from being on her feet all day, a large comparison to being practically tied to a bed for twenty four hours straight.

he left a note, izzie knew that he was most likely going to be gone before she woke up that morning, but he wrote one anyway. 'gone to the airport. take your pills. love you'. it was short and sweet. he zipped up his suitcase slowly and quietly, careful not to wake his sleeping wife. before he heads out the door he takes one more glance at her and the guilt settles in deeper. he wasn't going to iowa, no, he was going to boston, to see another woman. a woman who wasn't his wife.

he considers not going for a second, calling off the whole trip and staying loyal to izzie, his wife. that's what he should do. the right thing.

but he has this desire in him, this burn. he needs this release, a sense of normalcy, and jo's the only one who can give it to him.

life was really screwed up sometimes.

he knew that someday, somehow, this would come back and blow up in his face, that was a given. but right now... right now he needs this. he needs to ramble on about stupid crap to jo while she does the same, stuff that he wouldn't talk about with izzie because he knew she wouldn't really care. stuff he wouldn't talk about with meredith or cristina because they would somehow circle the problem right back to them.

he needed this, and he could tell that she did too.

so with that he exits the trailer and slings his small suitcase into the back seat of the cab he ordered, watching as the tin can he called home slowly grew smaller and smaller as he got further away from it. he pulls out his wallet when he reaches the ferry boat not long later, giving the driver a generous tip before stepping onto the dock, the early morning sun just barely peeking above the horizon, setting an orange and yellow tint to the blue water of the sound. it was calming, settling. for the first time he could see why shepherd loved them so much.

when he arrives on the mainland he takes another taxi to the airport, going through security and baggage check quickly, grabbing a straight black coffee from the starbucks by one of the many gift shops, settling himself into an uncomfortable black chair next to an old lady knitting some kind of scarf. it was an ugly thing, green and a weird puke yellow, but the woman seems to like it, so he doesn't judge. he pulls his phone out from his pocket and looks through it, checking to see if he had any notifications or texts. he responds to a few work emails, which was mainly lexie asking for some details on patients since she was covering his service for the next three days.

he doesn't need to wait long before he hears a woman's voice come over the intercom. "flight 270 to boston, group two now boarding." he picks up his suitcase and shows the attendant his ticket before making his way to his seat, which was thankfully an aisle. he places his suitcase in the overheard compartment, letting in his seat mates before him.

he pops a piece of spearmint gum into his mouth so his ears wouldn't get clogged on the way up, leaning back in his seat and drifting off to a much needed sleep. maybe sleep would help to settle his nerves. maybe sleep would bring him some peace.

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to say jo was nervous was an understatement, she was terrified. for what, she wasn't quite sure. maybe she was worried paul would come home early and see that she wasn't there. maybe she was worried that her and alex wouldn't connect, like last time.

she really hoped that wouldn't be the case though. she needed this, she craved it. she needed the release, she needed the conversations over beer, she needed the ease of being together, even though what they were doing was far from it. easy, that is.

alex would be meeting her at the hotel not too far from her house, a ten minute drive or so. she had a small duffle bag filled with clothes, school textbooks (she still had to study, she was a med-student above anything else after all) and necessities like her toothbrush and comb. she checks the time on the clock on the wall. it was now 2:32. alex's flight landed at around two, and he was going to text her when he arrived at his hotel.

she lets out a long breath, biting her lower lip as she flops back onto her bed, turning on her phone for the hundredth time in the last five minutes, seeing if alex had texted her yet. her feelings were a combination of nerves and impatience. she needed him, right there, right now. she needed to feel something real.

ever since paul hit her two weeks ago she seemed like she was living in a dream world. her thoughts were more hazy and the life she was living just didn't seem all that real. (she didn't have brain damage, but she chalked it up to a sign of shock).

everything had shifted in those two weeks. paul was worse —angry all the time. instead of being greeted by the door with a kiss, it was now an order, either to make him coffee, snack, or some other kind of demand. she didn't know this paul. but, he would get better. she knew he would. people always say that after the honeymoon stage of marriage ends it gets harder. so she thought that that's where they were right now. the harder part.

luckily the bruise on her eye had faded, nearly completely gone by now. a little bit of concealer on the corner of her lid was just enough to cover the yellow spot so it was unrecognizable. she was thankful for that. she didn't want to have to explain why her eye was bruised to alex.

she closes her eyes and places a hand on her forehead, not needing to wait long before her phone buzzes in her hand.

alexandra: just got in a taxi. the driver says i'll be at the hotel in twenty.

joseph: okay, room 363 right?

alexandra: yep ;)

jo chuckles at his response (leave it up to alex to flirt through every text), zipping her duffle bag closed, and walking over to the mirror hanging above her dresser. she ruffles her hair before picking up a spare comb and brushing through it once more. she hated her hair sometimes. it didn't matter how many times she combed through it, it was tangled and knotted as hell five minutes later. she sets the brush down, exhaling a long sigh as she looks into her reflection, her seas of hazel staring right back at her.

she wanted to say that she regretted those three nights. she wanted to say she was going to regret the next three. but honestly? she couldn't. she knew the shame would be flowing through her body once they left the room. she knew that she would not be able to look at herself for a few days in the mirror, only being able to see a woman who cheats on her husband. she knew. but for some reason it didn't matter. she wanted to meet alex in that room for three days straight and let them confine in one another.

she wanted it. she needed it.

so with that thought, she slings the bag over her shoulder and exits the bedroom, closing the door behind her. she gets into a taxi she ordered and drives to the hyatt where alex was staying, nervously tapping her fingers on her knees the whole way, grateful that she had ordered a taxi and not chosen to drive her own car. (no way in hell was she going to pay for hotel parking.) besides, it's not like her and alex were going to be leaving the room much.

she grabs her phone out of her pocket and pulls up alex's contact. she couldn't check in, since the room was in alex's name.

joseph: you here yet?

alexandra: yeah, just set my stuff down.

joseph: okay, i'll be up in a few

jo flashes the woman at the receptionist's desk a polite smile before she can talk, entering the elevators and pressing the third floor button. when the doors close, soft tunes begin to play through the small space, a long groan escaping jo's lips. she hated elevator music. she hated it's stupid rhythm and the way it made you want to claw your eyes out. abso-freaking-lutely nothing was enjoyable about elevator music. when the steel doors open she couldn't get out of them fast enough, cursing under her breath about their 'stupid freaking songs'.

she finds the room quickly, taking in a deep breath before she raises her hand to knock. if she wanted to leave, now was the time. she could make a run for it, text him that she couldn't do it and ghost him after. but the truth is, she didn't want to. she wanted to knock on the damn door, open it and see alex once again. in person this time, not just over her phone.

three knocks. an "it's open," is all it takes for her to swing the wooden door wide and be met with the face of alex karev, who had a small smirk on his features, looking her up and down, drinking in the sight of what's been on his mind non stop for the past month.

jo stands nervously in the doorway, leaning against the frame. she somewhat expected him not to show up. her whole life she'd been abandoned. who was she to expect a guy would fly across the country and cheat on his wife with her? and to show up would be a whole new thing.

but he did. it wasn't something to be proud of, but she didn't think he'd ever know how much it meant to her that he was there.

alex's smirk quirks up higher at one end, "personally... i think you're wearing too much clothes," he teases. that's all it takes for jo to drop her bag on the floor without a thought and jog over to him, pulling him down into a searing kiss.

the kiss was needy, frustrated. weeks of pent up emotions poured into it, burning their mouths with their desire for one another. her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, bodies pressed so tightly together there was no room in between them.

nothing mattered in that moment. it was just them, nobody else, nothing else. all they were was two bodies longing for the touch of one another, to caress their skin, to realize that everything was going to be just fine if they could kiss each other like that for just a little while.

it was just them.

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jo and alex laid in the afterglow, the sun peeking through the curtains and setting a warm hue on their entangled bodies, limbs seeming to no longer belong to just one person. a calm silence surrounded them, a silence they desperately craved. it brought peace and promise, something they could both agree was a necessity right now in the chaotic mess that they had gotten themselves into.

she traces circles on his chest, eyes closed as he runs his fingers through her hair. her foot moved up and down his calf, nearly in sync with the way his hand twirled her brown locks. they were tired, exhausted after what they had just finished with each other, but they didn't want to fall asleep. the way their skin felt on each other, the fireworks going off in them was just too much to allow them to drift off. just being near each other seemed to heighten their adrenaline.

while she was focused on his chest and (now) making stars with her finger, he was staring at her lips. it was odd, how hers seemed to mold so perfectly into his. at the moment, her lips were swollen, a bright red tint glossing over them from their previous activities. a sight he enjoyed much more than he would ever admit.

they lay like that for a while, until jo shifts a bit, beginning to place tiny kisses on the side of his chest. "how's work been?" she asks, momentarily stopping the movement of her lips on his skin to look up at him, her eyes shining with genuine questioning.

alex moves his hand from her hair to her side, rubbing his thumb across the smooth skin that she possessed there. he pulls her closer to him, stifling his groan in her hair, making her let out a laugh —a sound he had grown more than fond of. "we’ve merged with one of the lower ranking hospitals, mercy west. which sucks."

he can feel jo pout against him. "i'm sorry." she says sincerely.

he blows out a breath, "yeah. i can't stand any of these new people —none of us can, actually."

jo sits up, eyes locking with his, a teasing undertone shining through her words. "oh c'mon, how bad can they really be?"

alex smirks, taking her mock as a challenge. "well for starters, they're all a bunch of total kiss asses." he grins, making her chuckle against his palm. "i'm serious," he laughs, adjusting his position so he could now sit fully upright. "kepner has this little book, where she writes everything down in, and i mean everything," jo leans against the headboards, taking her hand in his larger one and begins to trace his fingers.

"she never stops talking. she's like a freaking chihuahua. and she also got this huge thing for shepherd," he chuckles, thinking about how the girl practically melted every time the neurosurgeon entered the room. "she has her lips permanently superglued to his ass."

jo hits his chest, trying to keep her laughs to a minimum. "i'm sure she's not that bad," she reasons. his curt glare is the only thing that told her that this kepner was in fact 'that bad'.

“she’s terrible. never shuts up about jesus either. jesus wouldn’t approve of all the images she’d probably conjuring in her mind about shepherd though.” he snorts, amused at his own joke. jo rolls her eyes, biting back a smirk.

“oh doctor shepherd, i’ve picked up your lab results. oh doctor shepherd, i’ll assist you on a surgery nobody else wants to even observe. oh doctor shepherd, i’ll do anything you want me to if that means i get to stare at you a little bit longer.”

“please tell me you’re exaggerating.”

alex scoffs, “i wish. worst part is, she does it while mer is in the room. i’m not sure if she doesn’t know he’s married or has just never had the hots for someone before. Because if she hasn’t, she’s making it painfully obvious.”

jo gives up on holding back her laughter, letting a little giggle escape her throat. “that’s… something,” she settles on. over the past few weeks she’d begun to learn nearly everything about alex and all of his friends’ crazy, soap-opera lives inside the walls of the hospital. what she retained is one; that they were all somehow related, either biologically or through sex, and two; people who worked at seattle grace were incredibly horny, to put it lightly. but that was a discussion for another time.

“mhm, then adamson is just a-a bitch. yeah, she’s a huge bitch. don’t know how else to describe her other than that.” he leans over the side of the bed and ruffles through his carry-on bag, emerging with a bag of gummy bears. ripping the bag open he offers the candy to jo, who eagerly accepts and shoves at least four of the bears into her mouth at once.

“percy’s just this… absolute giant. guy’s like, seventy feet tall. he’s also got this thing for adamson, who only sees him as her brother. it’s sad really, she calls him charlie and everything.” he fakes a pout, posing mock sympathy for the man he honestly wouldn’t even give the time of day to if he wasn’t currently invading his work place.

jo clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “that’s a tough one.”

“yep.” he pops a few more gummy bears into his mouth, waiting until he finished them before talking again. (he one time tried to complete his story with food still in his mouth and jo had physically shut his jaw and forced him to chew until all of the pizza was gone. no way he was making that mistake again —jo was strong.)

“don’t even get me started on avery. god, every time i see him i just wanna punch him.” that piqued jo’s interest, a teasing grin split across her lips.

“are you jealous?”

alex scoffs, “god no. definitely not. i just can’t stand the guy. the dude looks like he should be on the cover of a fashion magazine, not inside of an OR. and, he gets standing ovations in the middle of the emergency room. oh yeah, plus he’s loaded, being harper avery’s grandson and all. i thought we were past the age of nepotism”

jo’s eyes widen comically, snatching the bag of gummies out of his hand and tossing it across the room, cutting off alex’s loud display of protests at the fact that the candy was now scattered carelessly across the carpet. “harper avery’s grandson?!” she all but screeches.

alex visibly winces, “yes jo.” he replied, nodding his head and trying to figure out how the woman he thought he had gotten to know so well could emit that kind of sound. like one of those teenage girls who were obsessed with those movies about vampires and werewolves.

“as in the harper avery award harper avery?”

“no jo,” alex deadpans, dramatically rolling his eyes. “the harper avery who owns the car dealership down the street —yes the harper avery award harper avery. who else would it be?” he gets up from the bed and starts collecting the gummy bears, dumping all the dirty ones into the trash while silently cheering when a good amount of them were still left in the bag.

when he returns to his spot, jo slaps him across the chest. “asshole. there may be a lot of people out there who are named harper avery.” in her defense, there were seven point six billion people on the earth. it was highly likely a few people shared the same name as the former doctor. (at least one.)

“mhm. yeah, well, the guy’s an ass.” he argues, giving her the bag of candy in hopes that she won’t throw it across the room again.

jo’s eyebrows scrunch up as she tilts her head to the side, seemingly deep in thought. “you know you gotta become friends with him right?”

he lets out a bemused laugh, “tell me you’re joking.” he says.

she shakes her head, jutting out her bottom lip. “nope. i mean...there’s gotta be some benefits to befriending an avery, right?” surely, there would be some kind of advantage. extra… good points with the foundation? mentions about oneself to the famous catherine avery? (the more she ran it over in her head the worse it sounded, but there was no way she was gonna give up, because there had to be at least one advantage to being best bros with an avery.)

“sure, i’ll keep that in mind.” he smirks, seeing how the wheels had stopped turning in that mind of her’s and were put to a rest once she realized the lack of good things that could come from being nice to mr. green eyes.

“whatever jerk. help me with some of my homework, i don’t wanna do it and you’re the hotshot surgeon who already finished med-school and works at a big, fancy hospital. sound good doctor karev?” she teases, grabbing her books from her bag and dropping them down onto the bed, the heavy pages creating a loud thump that immediately sends alex back to his days in college. books scattered on his bedspread, day-old mcdonald’s cups on his side table, and packets of unhealthy snack foods thrown across the floor. he lets out a dramatic sigh, pretending to think it over before pulling a book and jo towards him.

“so, biochemistry…”

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jennifersylvesters · 5 years

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fic wars - week two

pairing: bucky barnes x reader warnings: none? word count: 2.6k~ notes: this is for @revengingbarnes and @chillingbucky’s fic wars 2019! basically how it works is that each pair receives six prompts. each of the writers will write three parts (alternating every week) with the given prompts to form a single story. @writeyourmindaway and i teamed up ( aka coin tossing writer duo ) so please make sure to read the first part linked here! it’s technically friday here so i’m sliding in at very last minute. am i sweating bullets? abso-frickin-lutely. anyways, enjoy! prompt: we have to sleep together but we can’t agree on the ac temperature

Missions after your first memorable one went smoothly. Most were intel, a couple rescue ones here and there. Operations didn’t get any easier but time and practice eased your comfort into the field. Slowly but surely you were finding your place among the Avengers.

It became second nature to joke around with Sam, making sarcastic wisecracks left and right. You advised little Peter about what not to do in high school and how to deal with this Flash kid. Wanda became your closest companion that the team often paired you two up for missions. Team members no longer intimidated you but started feeling like actual friends.

Still, you weren’t sure where you stood with Bucky Barnes.

Sure, he bought that post-mission drink but nothing progressed from there. If anything, the gesture felt like a man simply keeping his word. Nothing more noble than a man buying you a beer. Of course you knew there was nothing wrong with that; you just wanted...more.

He went from stifled cordial greetings to smiling politely and engaging in brief small talk whenever you saw one another in the compound. No surprise that his loyalty towards Steve and Sam kept him constantly preoccupied with the two men. But after that first mission, you found yourself noticing the subtleties of Bucky Barnes.

The way he trudged in the morning, hair sticking in all sorts of angles. How he tied back his hair whenever he trained. His preference towards black coffee, refusing to add anything to the drink. How he only flexed his right hand when he was irritated. You wondered if it had anything to do with his metal arm, but you didn’t pry. Colleagues couldn’t meddle into those types of affairs the way friends did.

You offered a hair tie one morning as he stumbled into the kitchen wearily trying to mat his hair down to no avail. The tie was neon pink and you worried the flashiness would cause him to say no. Instead he gave a small smile as he tied his loose hair. He thanked you, commenting how great you were.

“Anything for a colleague” you shrugged off.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his smile disappear as he searched for a clean coffee mug. “He’s just tired. He hasn’t had coffee yet” you assumed not bothering to ask him. After all even if you wanted progression, you weren’t one to force anything.

Despite not frequently working together, you knew the inevitable team up was bound to happen again. So it wasn’t shocking when Steve announced you and Bucky would be teaming up for an intel mission in Belgrade. Catching his glance, he gave you a smile and nod before turning back to Cap. You had gotten used to the rhythm of these assignments that if everything went according to plan, it wouldn’t be a repeat of last time.

Just as you suspected, this operation was nothing to worry about. The two of you blended with the party crowd as you immediately got to work. It had been simple enough on your part. An oh so clumsy fumble into the Minister of Foreign Affairs’s arms with the apology that perhaps you had too much to drink. No one noticing you slipping the bug onto his lapel and a tracking device into his drink.

Bucky had no problem with his assignment either. He effortlessly cased the joint as he noted the security cameras and bodyguards, reporting them through his hidden mic without so much as a blink.

When the Minister was on the move, the two of you held back before tailing them. It came as no surprise that the Minister and his guards made their way to a seedy motel outside the city, his frequent location for business deals.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to meet up with the black market dealers that night. Jackpot. Although the team had an inkling of the shady connections, the Minister divulged illicit details you couldn’t believe. He discussed his government’s “problem” candidates that needed to be resolved properly.

“This idiot’s really giving us everything” Natasha laughed over the radio. You and Bucky smiled to yourselves as you sat in the car, listening to the Serbian feed as the rest of the team made offhanded comments.

“Great work, Sugar and Spice.” You rolled your eyes at Stark’s comments. Bucky grunted irritably. “You know what, kiddos? Take the rest of the night off. Booked you two a room in 105. In fact, Cap handed it off to Manchurian Candidate before you two left the compound. Do things I wouldn’t do.”

“Gee. Thanks, Tony” you let out a dry laugh. "You treat all the Avengers like this?”

“Nope. Only for you two, Posh and Becks.” Groaning at the new nicknames, you shook your head.

“What is Posh and Becks?” Bucky muttered under his breath. You stifled a laugh as he thumbed through his jacket pulling out a hotel key.

As both parties left the premise, you and Bucky grabbed your belongings and headed to the booked room now that the coast was clear.

“You think Stark could spring for some nicer digs” you deadpanned scanning the layout of the hotel. The stairwell railing was falling apart and the hotel sign’s light flickered menacingly. You knew the lodging wasn’t his fault; after all, this was a mission not a retreat. It didn’t mean they needed to spring for the grimy place where your enemy did his business transactions.

“It was supposed to be the surveillance room. Don’t think they were expecting the Serbian to admit his treason that quickly” Bucky answered simply. Ah, now it all made sense.

As Bucky unlocked the room for the night, you grimaced taking it all in. Wallpaper peeled off the walls and the carpet was stained with various splatters. (Of what, you didn’t want to know.) The furniture looked old and had clearly been abused over the years by how they barely held together.

Bucky let out a grunt as he tossed his bag to the ground.

“I’ll take the floor.”

“Why would you-” you paused before glancing at the bed.

It was a full sized mattress, easily enough to accommodate you and him, but the thought of sleeping in the same bed brought a flush to your face. Apparently he felt similarly as he took a pillow and threw it to the ground. “Like I said, I’ll take the floor.”

“We’re adults. We can just share the mattress” you reasoned. There was no reason the two of you couldn’t sleep in the same bed. After all, you did it with Clint for a previous assignment. Granted, he passed out without thought after almost getting shot multiple times. But things weren’t in a strange stage between you and Hawkeye the way they were with you and Bucky. The two of you teetered a polite line, unsure about crossing over into a friendship zone.

After a bit of back and forth, he finally conceded to sleep in the same bed. With you. You sucked in a deep breath, reminding yourself that this wasn’t a big deal. People shared beds all the time.

As he tossed the pillow back onto the bed, you slipped into pajamas in the bathroom before getting onto the other side of the mattress. Turning on your side, you faced the wall willing yourself to fall asleep fast. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to think about anything but the man sharing the bed with you.

The sound of light whirring prompted you to sit up quickly. Had the Serbians returned? Did they know they had been bugged? The worst flooded your mind.

“What is that?” you asked looking around.

“AC” Bucky grunted. You looked over at the man now in his undershirt and boxers sliding into the bed, his weight causing the mattress to creak.

It was the middle of winter, the weather crisp and chilly. Forecast even called for snow. What person would turn on the AC in those conditions? Apparently Bucky Barnes would.

As soon as his eyes shut, you snuck out of bed and crept to the thermostat. Immediately you shut off the AC and cranked up the heat. If you were going to be sleeping in this poor excuse of a hotel room, you at least wanted to be warm.

Sneaking back, you quietly slipped the sheet over yourself. A couple seconds later the bed lightened and feet padded across the room.

“Bucky, what are you doing?”

“Adjusting the temperature.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I prefer the cold.” He made it sound so simple, like the possibility of freezing to death wasn’t an option.

“Don’t you dare touch that thermostat” you growled. Bucky looked you dead in the eye as he adjusted the settings and cranked on the AC.

You rushed over with a scowl, crossing your arms. “It’s freezing outside! Why would you turn this on?”

“Because I sleep better in the cold.”

He insisted he needed the cold air or he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He offered his sweater, which you argued you wouldn’t need if he just turned the air conditioning off. He shook his head as he listed off other suggestions.

“Take the whole blanket then.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Why not?” He cocked his head to the side. It was his turn to cross his arms.

“Because I’m not a monster who steals the sheets, Barnes!” This earned you a raised eyebrow. All these new sides to Bucky’s usual polite front would’ve intrigued you if you weren’t so focused on staying warm. You groaned realizing this was going nowhere. Eventually you resolved to just borrowing his clothes.

He plucked it from his duffel, tossing it your direction. You pulled it on before grimacing. “Bucky, there’s blood on this.”

“Is there?” Were blood stains on his clothing a normal occurrence that he could sound so casual about the matter?

“I’m not sleeping in a sweater that has your blood on it” you scoffed, observing the stain.

“Don’t think that’s my blood, doll.”

You swore at him as you yanked it off, throwing the clothing at him roughly. “Now I’m definitely not wearing that!”

Still pouting you crawled under the cover, curling up to keep heated. As Bucky shifted, he pulled the blanket closer to him and coincidentally pulling some fabric from you.

“Barnes” you groaned, yanking the sheet towards you. With his tight grip, it merely rustled the fabric. “There’s only one sheet. If you got to have your way on the temperature, you can at least share the blanket.”

He faked a snore - one so painfully obvious - that you groaned louder. You smacked him in the shoulder and he opened his eyes smiling innocently. “Sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep from how comfortable this is.”

Your teeth chattered as you glared. He merely smirked in return, comfortably settling himself into the bed.

“You’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” you scowled pulling the sheet once more to no avail.

“A little” he shrugged.

Thwack! You smacked him in the face with your pillow. It was a bit childish but so was this whole debacle.

“Did you just-” he asked startled before you hit him with the pillow again.

You shrieked as he swung his own at you. The next thing you knew, both of you were hitting one another with pillows before falling back and bursting into laughter.

The giggling subsided as he leaned over, arm digging into the mattress as he hovered above you. It was closer than the two of you had been all evening. So close that his breath gently fanned your face. “Friends don’t hit each other with pillows” his low voice caused you to shiver.

“Friends also don’t crank up the AC when it’s already freezing” you quipped back.

“So you admit we’re friends now?” Something flickered in his eyes as he looked at you. Something you couldn’t recognize but wanted to get lost in.

“Turn off the AC and then we’ll talk.”

The way those blue eyes flickered from yours down to your mouth had your heart pounding out of your chest. You wondered if he could hear it, how nervous you felt despite your casual words.

Bucky pulled away and stood up. The light from outside shone on his face as he turned off the air conditioning and adjusted the temperature. The whirring came to a halt and silence filled the room. You could hear everything so clearly now. The floor creaking as he walked back, the rustling of the cover, the mattress springs squeaking as he got back into bed.

You muttered a thanks, pulling the blanket around yourself. You turned towards the wall again, hoping he couldn’t see you blushing for whatever godforsaken reason.

“What are friends for?” he grinned before closing his eyes.

Loud knocking woke you the next morning. You lifted your head, struggling to get up. A couple more knocks and you finally opened your bleary eyes. They widened when you realized you had turned in your sleep and were now facing Bucky.

Studying his face, you understood why he would’ve been popular in his youth. Enough charm and a face like that would make anyone swoon. The temptation to brush the hair out of his face crept up in your mind, but you waved the idea away. Last thing you wanted was to explain your strange, sudden urge to touch him if he woke up.

The knocking came once more and to your surprise, Bucky breathed “Would you mind getting that?” How long had he been awake? His eyes remained close as he muttered a ‘please’.

Hurrying to the door, you peeked through the peep hole before swinging it open. The sun barely crept over the horizon as Natasha and Steve stood in front of you. The large quinjet only a couple feet away didn’t escape your vision. Natasha leaned on the door frame with her signature smirk as Steve peered into the room.

“Stark wasn’t kidding when he said it was a dump” Steve muttered as he shook his head.

“Better than Ankara” Natasha commented offhandedly as she stepped in. This was your cue to get dressed and collect your belongings. Within fifteen minutes you managed to make yourself presentable while the team made sure the room was properly swept. No trace that two Avengers member had been and slept there.

All of you walked towards the quinjet, ready to head back to the compound.

“How was the hotel, Buck?” Steve asked.

“Wasn’t half bad really” he yawned, stretching out his arms before scratching the top his head. His hand reached into his jacket procuring a bright pink hair tie. You dry swallowed as he bundled his hair together, eyes unable to focus on anything besides his hair. He turned back to you, and your face flushed knowing you had been staring.

“Wouldn’t you agree?” he asked, a cheeky smile rising to his face.

Biting down on your lip, you merely shrugged before he turned back to Steve to discuss the upcoming debrief.

Concentration was at an all time low on the ride back. Natasha spoke of an exchange between Scott and Tony and you nodded along barely paying any attention. Instead you replayed last night in your mind, wondering what this meant for you and the super soldier. Every so often you’d turn back to Bucky focusing on the band in his hair. It was clear you were more than colleagues at this point. But how he viewed you was still a mystery, one that struck your curiosity and one you wanted nothing more than to solve.

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heycasbutt · 5 years

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The Best Life

A/N: 5th entry for @cmbingo and this one fills my Future Fic square.

This is also smut adjacent, so again, if that offends you, you can totally skip this one and there will be no hard feelings!

March 14th had been a day nearly 4 years in the making. It was the day you were going to marry your best friend, the love of your life, and the father of your unborn child-Spencer Reid. The two of you hadn’t planned on getting married so soon but when you found out in late December that you were 3 weeks pregnant, Spencer insisted you get married. Not just because you were pregnant but because he loved you, and after talking it over, neither of you wanted to wait. You had been engaged for 2 years and were planning on a July wedding. But here you were, 15 weeks pregnant marrying Spencer Reid.

“I look like a damn whale!” You whined for the 10th time in as many minutes that morning.

“You look beautiful sweetheart,” Your mother smiled and secured a delicate necklace around your neck. Your hands came to rest over the lace material of your dress, softly caressing the small bump.

“I told Spencer we should have just eloped at a courthouse and washed it all down with a can of Coke,” You smiled softly and laughed. The idea came up one night when you had gotten sick of wedding planning. You were sprawled on the couch, magazines scattered around you and Spencer was across the room, reading a book, sipping a can of Coke.

***

“Why don’t we just elope and wash it down with some pizza and Coke?” You had questioned.

Spencer raised an eyebrow at you, “You feel like that now but you and I know you’ll regret it later. And besides, Penelope would kill us if we eloped and she didn’t get to help plan our big day!”

“You might be right but I’m sick of planning our wedding,” You whined, crossing the living room and plopping down on Spencer’s lap. His hand came to rub your belly, his lips finding their way to yours, kissing you softly.

“Tell you what, we have a big wedding but our reception will be filled with all the pizza and soda your little heart can handle,” Spencer kissed your cheek as you nodded in reluctant agreement.

****

“You know you would regret not having this day if you’d done that,” Your mother echoed the words your fiancé had muttered just a few weeks prior.

“I know. I know,” You smiled as you touched the delicate necklace around your neck. A gift from Spencer left in your hotel room this morning. The two of you had compromised and settled on a small wedding, at a barn in the country, just the BAU, Spencer’s mother and your parents. A dinner afterwards, and of course, dancing.

“You just about ready princess?” Your dad walked into the room as you turned around. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes filled with tears. “Oh my God. My little angel. She’s actually getting married,” He hugged you softly and kissed your forehead.

“Let’s do this, dad,” You smiled through your own tears and took his arm, kissing him on the cheek.

It was a beautiful ceremony; intimate, and perfect, exactly what you had envisioned. Even Hotch blinked away a few tears while you and Spencer read your vows. Spencer’s vows of course included a statistic about how quickly the average human falls in love. You smiled through your tears again as you slid the gold band on Spencer’s finger and made him yours. Spencer joked that you were going to be dehydrated with all this crying. You smiled and told him to shut up before placing a searing kiss on his mouth.

Dinner was filled with toasts, wishing you and Spencer only the best in life. You had a permanent smile plastered to your face as you gently squeezed Spencer’s hand under the table.

“I knew from the moment I met you I was going to marry you,” Spencer started “I knew because you were the only girl in the entire FBI that I knew had a TARDIS keychain on your work keys. You also always seemed to have a classic novel on your person. I knew because I watched in horror as you emptied the entire container of sugar into your coffee cup, now the two of us are going to have rotted teeth before we’re 40 with all this sugar. I thought that I couldn’t have been happier than I was the day you agreed to marry me. But when you told me you were pregnant with my baby, our child? That was the happiest day of my life, and then today, when you became mine for the rest of forever, I could hardly contain the joy I felt. I love you Y/N. Here’s to a long and happy life together. The three of us,” Spencer smiled and raised his glass, the room imitated the gesture and you wiped away yet another bout of tears as your husband sat down next to you.

“I love you,” You whispered and kissed him gently. Spencer’s fingers laced their way through yours and he squeezed your hand gently. Spencer brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it gently.

“I love you most, my love,” Spencer whispered.

Before long, the two of you were heading to the dance floor, Penelope insisted that the one thing you keep was the first dance.

Spencer pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your waist, your hand melding perfectly to his. Your free hand came to rest on the back of his neck, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You know, I kind of like you in a tuxedo, Dr. Reid.” You whispered and kissed Spencer. He smiled against your lips and chuckled softly.

“Well, I kind of like you in a wedding dress, Mrs. Reid,” Spencer smiled and pulled you closer.

“I look like a great white whale,” You groaned softly and looked down at the small bump separating the two of you.

“Well, I think you look absolutely gorgeous, my beautiful wife.” Spencer smiled and spun you once more as the song ended.

“Oh you two!!!” Penelope gushed as she ran over and pulled the two of you in for a hug. “My babies are married! My babies are having a baby! I get to be the godmother, right?”

“We’ll see Pen,” You smiled and slid an arm around Spencer’s waist.

“Of course you will be,” Spencer countered and kissed your head. “Now, I believe it’s time for the Mrs. and I to go consummate this Union,” Spencer said with a laugh as he pulled you towards the door.

“You’re so inappropriate, Spence,” You laughed as he gave you one last kiss in front of the guests before opening the car door.

***

You had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror of the hotel for 20 minutes. Trying to convince yourself you looked mildly sexy in the white negligee and matching thong you’d bought for that night. You looked at all the bumps and dips in your body and wondered why Spencer wanted you, what he saw in you.

“You doing okay in there baby?” Spencer called from the bed. His bow tie was undone and hanging around his neck as he fiddled with the cuff links on his shirt. The top two buttons on his shirt were undone, finally allowing him to breathe.

You took a deep breath, smoothed out the feather edged chiffon and opened the door. You shyly stepped into the bedroom, not wanting to make eye contact with Spencer. Surely he saw how disgusting a pregnant woman looked in lingerie.

“Oh my God. You look like an angel,” Spencer whispered incredulously. Reaching out to pull you close, he ran his hands up your belly to your lace enclosed breasts. The fabric parted slightly as Spencer began to kiss up your body, following the path his hands took.

Spencer stood up, bending slightly at the knees he picked you up and you eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist. His face buried in your cleavage as he licked, nipped, and sucked at the tender flesh.

“Oh God Spence!” You moaned breathlessly as you tangled your fingers in his hair. He grunted softly in approval and roughly kneaded your hips.

“You’re so sexy, you know that right?” Spencer growled low in your ear as he slid a hand down your lace panties, sliding one long finger in your waiting heat.

You moaned in approval and tugged a little harder on his fawn colored locks. Causing a grunt to slip through his plump lips.

“S-Spence, Oh Spence!” His name slipped through your lips like a prayer begging to be answered. Only this time, he was the answer.

Spencer kissed slowly up your body, capturing your lips in a deep kiss before he whispered in your ear, “I can’t wait to feel this glorious pussy wrapped around my cock.”

You groaned softly, hands trailing down his chest to his belt, your fingers worked under the leather to quickly free him from his cotton confinement.

“I love you,” Spencer whispered against your neck, grunting softly as your hand danced along his length.

“Wanna show me how much you love me?” You giggled, discarding your panties and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Abso-fucking-lutely” He growled in your ear before taking your lips in a searing kiss.

Married life was the best life.

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k80english · 6 years

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The Kwajalein Atoll- business trip of a lifetime!

HELLO!!!! <3

Last time you had heard from me (if you are not on my Facebook :) ) was my last night in Honolulu three days ago. Bittersweet emotions, but that meant on to bigger and better things, the focus of this trip- Business.

This post is a tad longer than usual, as it covers 3 days for me :)

I left my Honolulu hotel at 4 AM on Thursday to get to the airport early. That was a dumb idea because I then sat in a closed airport terminal for an hour until the gates opened. Finally making my way through security, I saw the signs for Starbucks- lit up brilliantly with lights as if it was calling for me. Yes, GIVE ME CAFFEINE! I I wandered over after finding my gate, to find out ALL restaurants/stores were closed at this hour. So I hopped on the People Services call to speak with my colleagues. After that call (Sorry for the loud Hawaii Airport music ;) ) Starbucks was finally open! YES- headed over and finally came back with a warm cup full of love that felt so good going down and had finally woken me up a bit. (Lol- That Venti Caramel Macchiato-Hot with five pumps of vaniila has its fingers wrapped around my brain. I’m almost addicted).

Boarding time is finally here- I cram myself into the six inches of space they gave me to sit, and have some woman sit next to me who immediately took her shoes off. No socks……. Ok…. I understand that not ALL of you know me like my family does (consider yourselves lucky LOL!.)… so when I say that i have a real phobia of feet…. it’s abso-freakin-lutely true. GAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She did it the whole trip! I wanted to jump from my seat. BLEEEEEEHHHHHHH I could throw up right now just thinking about it. GROSS!!!!!!!!! bleh. (I know my family is now picturing me trying to contain myself). That was the hardest part of the trip- besides the turbulence, rain and the fact that I had no wifi this time. lol.

We landed in Majuro at I have no idea what time on Friday, (A 4 hour flight and I lost a day? Yep! We crossed the IDL (International Date Line)) and laid over for about 40 minutes in the pouring, sun shiny rain, and then took off from a runway that didn’t look longer that a football field. (Needless to say- I was white-knuckled the whole flight lol).

Finally- I see islands! Can it be!? Am I really seeing this!? YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kwajalein is in sight! And MAN-O-MAN what a sight it truly was! Beautiful is a true understatement.

We land in the airfield and start to de-board the plane, when I thought, let me get a picture of this little plane. NO! DON”T DO THAT! If you ever come to Kwajalein- DO NOT TAKE ANY PICTURES IN THE AIRFIELD! LMAO- I thought I was going to jail! lol. They were dead serious, so I looked at them, and deleted the picture and kept it moving (quickly so they couldn’t think twice about it lol). Cynthia- I hope you saved your bank roll from Amy’s trip- I almost needed the bail money! :) hahaha

Needless to say- pictures are nerve wracking to take here…. because I am not sure where is allowed and where isn’t. I was told anything west of 9th street is off limits….. That would help if I knew where 9th was! I never got a map when I checked in. lol So I am not sure how many I can take, but I will try my best! (Although I snapped away while at Emon Beach today!)

The Prime contractor, DynCorp came to pick me up- that was an ordeal. I was told a woman would be there to pick me up, so that is who I looked for… nope- they sent a man. I was picked up as the only SOS employee, all others were listed as DI employees, so they were a tight knit group. Jo and Andrew met me outside this caged area they had all 100 of us (exaggerated estimate ;) ). Jo and Andrew are my colleagues here from Australia who are the project managers. I was then showed my room by DI ( a room that had no wifi or hot water and still has no hot water). I never received my meal card, so I have been walking to subway or burger kind everyday until Kaori told me what she writes on the slip when she goes to the food hall, so FINALLY as of yesterday, i can eat with her at the hall rather than fast food. Which has every option under the sun. Including cock roaches. crawling all around…….. guess you can’t be picky with island life….

After dropping my bags in my room (literally) and getting something to eat, I headed over to the hospital, which thankfully is right behind my living quarters so not far at all! I finally got to meet all of the new hires, who were so pleasant and kind, I loved every second of it!

After the 3 hours of meeting everyone, I then went back to my room and crashed immediately. The jet lag, anxiety and emotions just came over and I was out for the count. lol

Day 2- I woke up early again (6 am), caught the sunrise and headed to work. I was looking forward to today, although the nerves were also running high- I wasn’t sure what to expect. I facilitated multiple HR Orientation sessions as this is a large group of employees and succeeded in answering almost all of their questions! Not too many of which were HR related, but they all loved the fact that I was here to get answers for them and to support them. I am here in Kwajalein to provide them with whatever they may need to have a successful tenure with International SOS Government Services! And I feel that I am off to a great start!

Whenever a new company comes in and takes over operations, it is always a learning curve- you cannot be resistant to change and you must forge on. I adorned these hires with welcome gifts and the reassurance that I am here for them, always, even after I leave the island. They seemed very appreciative of this and I feel real relationships have been made here.

Day 3- DAY OFF!! And boy did we need it. We wandered around the island looking for the beach- as someone (PATRICK! lol) gave us wrong directions and had us walking all along the ocean side when we wanted the lagoon side. Needless to say a few hours later, we made it to Emon Beach! I cannot describe what this place looks like, and the pictures just DO NOT do justice. I thought Hawaii’s waters were blue—– HA! NOPE! Hawaii is like the Jersey Shore compared to these waters!!! I have never seen anything like this in my life. You can also still see the bunkers under water on the ocean side (there are pictures below… the light blue areas are the bunkers that are starting to rise from the waters). It truly is amazing here- the history alone.

Quack finally ventured out today too and made it to the bar with me and K for sunset.

Today is Monday here and I will be doing homework and catching up on some work. My body is red and burnt from yesterday (even with reapplying SPF 50 every hour). Needless to say- I am stopping at the store today for more sun block. And coffee. Its 822 AM here- time to start my day!

I love and miss you all! I will be home soon :)

Iokwe from Kwaj!

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mavwrekmarketing · 7 years

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WASHINGTON A guy who not long ago ran a white nationalist-friendly website now outranks the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff on the National Security Council.

Perhaps most revealing about the 10-day-old Donald Trump presidency: The announcement of White House aide Stephen Bannons elevation was nowhere near the most controversial thing that has happened thus far. Trump has insisted, despite obvious evidence to the contrary, that as many as 1.5 million people attended his inauguration. He has claimed, with no evidence at all, that as many as 5 million people voted illegally in his election every single one of them for his opponent. He issued a statement on Holocaust Remembrance Day that omitted any mention of Jews.

And at the close of business marking his first week in office Friday, he signed an executive order banning people from seven Muslim-majority countries from entering the U.S., without running it past the departments that would implement it. The ensuing disarray brought swift rebuke from several federal judges, blocking parts of the order at least temporarily.

Well, no surprise there, right? Its disruption and chaos, said Thomas Mann of the liberal-leaning Brookings Institution. And its all centered on Donald Trump and his acolytes in the White House.

On Saturday, Bannon was elevated to the National Security Council and its Principals Committee even as the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Director of National Intelligence were removed as permanent members of that influential committee. They will now be invited to meetings on those occasions when issues on the agenda concern them.

Bannon previously ran Breitbart News, the conservative website that aligned itself with Trump starting in late summer 2015. He was among Trumps top political aides during the final months of the campaign.

Neither Republican President George W. Bush nor Democrat Barack Obama had put a political aide on the NSC, to avoid the appearance of mixing politics with national security.

Douglas Lute, former ambassador to NATO under Obama and a deputy national security adviser under Bush, said he was puzzled by Trumps decision to put Bannon on the NSC. I found it a little peculiar, he said.

How much actual influence Bannon has there, Lute said, will depend on how the paper structure Trump signed Saturday winds up playing out in real life in the coming weeks and months. Well have to see how this works, he said.

This executive order may do more to help terrorist recruitment than improve our security. Republican Sens. John McCain and Lindsey Graham

White House press secretary Sean Spicer did not respond to a Huffington Post query about Bannons role on the NSC. In an interview with ABC News, Spicer said Bannons background as a naval officer made him a good fit.

That explanation, though, did not impress Brookings Mann. He called Bannon someone who is mainly known for being a former Breitbart head and a white nationalist, not a national security expert. Its breathtaking, Mann said. The heads of defense and intelligence are not relevant to national security concerns, but the presidents political strategist is?

During his 18-month campaign, Trump wore his complete lack of government experience as a badge of honor. He bragged that his record as a billionaire who ran 500 separate businesses would help him fix the countrys problems in a way that no all-talk, no-action politician could.

Yet those boasts, which both high-ranking Republicans as well as many of his supporters at campaign events cited, contained fundamental exaggerations. While Trump tried to convey the impression that he led a gigantic, diversified global enterprise, in reality his Trump Organization is far more modest. Many of those hundreds of businesses are actually limited liability companies created for a single specific purpose owning his personal jetliner, for example, so as to shield the parent enterprise and Trump personally should it be involved in an accident.

His financial disclosure documents instead portray more of a family business that primarily collects rents from those playing golf at his courses, from those staying at his hotels, but most of all from those licensing his name for use on their own buildings.

And that family business mindset appears to have carried over into the White House, where Trump has installed his son-in-law as a senior adviser and has come to rely on a small group of aides for nearly everything of consequence.

Everyone ought to be screaming to high heaven…. This is how a democracy slips into an autocracy. Thomas Mann, Brookings Institution

Its unclear how involved Trump himself has been in the details of his proposals. During the campaign, he boasted of being correct on issues without any need for analyzing them. In an August campaign rally in North Carolina, Trump mentioned how in an interview he was asked about NATO. And I dont study it, he said. Im a business guy.

Despite this, he said he gave good responses. Theyve actually changed NATO because of what I said, he said.

Even Republicans on Capitol Hill have started to express worries about the way Trump and his White House staff have set about their work.

It is clear from the confusion at our airports across the nation that President Trumps executive order was not properly vetted, said Arizona Sen. John McCain and South Carolina Sen. Lindsey Graham in a joint statement Sunday about Trumps immigration order.

They added that the hasty process of drafting and signing the order without review by the relevant agencies will actually give jihadists a propaganda boost. This executive order sends a signal, intended or not, that America does not want Muslims coming into our country, the statement said. That is why we fear this executive order may do more to help terrorist recruitment than improve our security.

Bloomberg via Getty Images

President Donald Trump holds up a signed executive order in the Hall of Heroes at the Department of Defense on Jan. 27.

Trump, for his part, defended the order in his own statement and then lashed out at McCain and Graham personally on Twitter. They are sadly weak on immigration, he wrote. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, illegal immigration and border security instead of always looking to start World War III.

Mann said the Republicans relatively muted response so far is misplaced, given the radical changes Trump is implementing.

Everyone ought to be screaming to high heaven. This is not a time for anyone to be saying lets give the president a chance to get his government in place, he said. This is how a democracy slips into an autocracy.