in a world of my own

I could listen to a babbling brook and hear a song that I could understand. I keep wishing it could be that way, because my world would be a wonderland.

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hurricane | dimeg

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meg took a deep breath in, trying to steady her head. it was no use - her head was pounding and the room seemed to spin. the only thing keeping her steady was his arms around her. she nodded again, trying to put on a brave face. “ yeah it’s freezing in here. i didn’t exactly dress for the occasion, “ she chuckled, glancing down at the shorts and tank top she wore. she sighed and pulled his jacket closer around her. she’d never admit that her shaking was only due partly to the cold. 

she would never admit it, but the gesture actually made her smile genuinely. it didn’t happen often, and she wasn’t proud of it. in true meg fashion, she felt the need to make it into a joke. “ i thought i was the one who owed you a kiss, “ she asked, giving her signature mischevious smirk. as she walked beside him to the car, the feeling of stupidity and shame began to settle in. she slid into the passenger seat and tilted her head back against the headrest. 

meg tried to look out the window as they drove away, but the motion made her head spin even worse. she decided on just closing her eyes, trying to sober up. it wasn’t working. she sighed softly, feeling like a stupid idiot. she let her mind wander to the night’s events and how she ended up there. her train of thought was interrupted by his question. she opened her eyes and turned towards him, searching his face. she tried to focus on something, her eyes landing on his. she shook her head, letting her instincts take control. “ no. it’s embarrassing, “ she sighed, breaking the gaze and leaning her head back against the headrest. 

she stared up at the ceiling, wondering what to say. something inside her told her to share more of the details. after all, he had come and helped her when she called. she sighed again, closing her eyes. “ i threw a rock at my sister’s window and broke it, drunk off my ass, right in front of a cop, “ she explained. she was still a little drunk but was regaining some form of cognizant function. 

Dimitry chuckled softly at her quip. “Oh, you do. And I’m still waiting to collect,” he replied with a wink. He kept a reassuring hand on her arm as they walked to the car and he swore he could feel her demeanor change as they left the station. 

As he drove, he felt the silence weighing down like a heavy snow, suffocating the life out of the grass below and he was the grass. They reached a stoplight and their eyes met in the moment. He held her gaze as she searched his face. His hand gently rested on her knee as she broke the eye contact. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure I’ve done worse, but I understand not wanting to share.” 

He began to drive again as she started to speak. He had decided to go to a diner that he thought would be fairly deserted at this time of night. He listened as she opened up and nodded softly as she spoke. “That’s not too bad. Trust me. I’ve done a lot worse while drunk before,” a sort of half-smile danced on his face as he thought back to some of the stupid shit he had done in the past as he parked. 

“Care for a cup of coffee? You seem like you need to get some things off your chest.” Dimi didn’t want to push her, but he could tell that he wasn’t likely to go back to sleep tonight. 

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hurricane | dimeg

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it felt like hours had passed between the phone call and when the guard came to get her. she sat alone in the cold damp cell, her head spinning. she could barely focus on anything. part of her felt stupid for ending up there. sure, meg had done some shady and reckless things in her past - but she had never done it in front of an officer. she didn’t think even in her drunk state, she would be that stupid. she was wrong. 

she was pleasantly surprised when the cell door opened and the guard told her someone posted bail. she grinned widely and followed him out. as she stood at the counter and gathered what belongings she had with her, she turned back to the guard. “ tell the cute guard i’m still waiting on my pat-down, “ she said, giggling. 

she barely heard whatever the guard said as she turned and walked towards dimitry. before she really knew what was going on, she let herself be wrapped in a hug. he was comfortingly warm. she didn’t even think before letting herself wrap her arms around him and hold closer to him. “ i think so, “ she muttered into his chest. suddenly, everything hit her like a ton of bricks. “ can we go home? “ she asked, glancing up at him.

Dimitry held Meg tightly, acutely aware of the way she seemed to pull herself in closer in the embrace. He let his arms hold her in a calming, protective state, his body shielding her as his hand gently stroked her hair. She seemed to be quivering in his arms despite the extra jacket. “As long as you’re sure you’re ok,” he replied, “you must be freezing. You’re shaking.” 

Dimi placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before finally breaking the embrace. “Come on, Nutmeg. Of course we can go home.” He escorted Meg out of the building and to his car where he opened up the passenger door for her. After waiting to make sure she was situated, he went around to the driver’s side and started the engine, turning the air to a comfortable 75 degrees. He began to drive before realizing that he had no idea where he was going. 

It was late and there were almost no other cars out on the road. He decided to just drive for a bit longer and make sure she was really ok before going anywhere. All he knew was that he was not leaving her alone tonight. “Do you want to talk about it?” He finally asked after an extended period of silence. 

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His explanation impressed her. “I’d say that’d come in handy, but I can see the downside too.” She knew that not all cases ended well, which meant he’d never be able to forget a single detail. As it was, she was sure most cops carried too much baggage around with them. She was realistic about her future, but it wasn’t going to stop her. 

Reid nodded, agreeing with the sentiment. “Yeah, it can be tough sometimes.” His mind wandered to some of the things that he had done in the past and sighed. “But enough about me! Do you need help studying?”

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klaus – scar

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scar watched the other looking around suspiciously made the older man chuckle, but when he couldn’t find the money, his face made a few changes. it settled on something he normally wouldn’t: content. “consider this a gift then.” he didn’t mind, for some weird and unexplainable reason. “so entertain me. where exactly did it go?” 

Klaus mumbled something under his breath, not wanting to answer the man in front of him directly. “Wel you see... there was this thing and I...” he dropped the end of his sentence. “I really wanted nachos,” was the whispered response.

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hurricane | dimeg

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a grin spread wide across meg’s face. “ you’re my hero. i could kiss you, “ she giggled, thinking about the image of that in her head. it occurred to her that despite the attractiveness of both parties involved, nothing more than casual flirting had passed between them. before she could say anything else, she hung up the phone and sighed. the less cute officer who had brought her to make her phone call drug her back off to her cell. bored and lonely, she waited patiently for dimitry.

The thought of her final comment ran through his head as he drove to the station. He was surprised that it had taken this long for a kiss to be mentioned. Dimi made his way inside the station and he went to talk his way into at least seeing the woman. 

In the end, he paid the small bond fee and sat in the lobby as he waited for Meg to be released. He could talk to her about what had happened in the car; right now he just wanted to make sure she was safe. 

As soon as Meg entere the room, he stood and smiled. He held out the jacket to her at first, then wrapped her in a hug. “Are you ok?” he asked, without thinking.

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Why are you here?

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Steve felt bad for being so aggressive so quickly, “Sorry, no one ever just comes up here. Did you need something? I work for the Sheriff’s office.”

Steve took a step back and called Peggy over to where they were. 

Klaus tried to laugh off his nervousness as the man mentioned that he worked for the Sheriff’s office. “I, ah, I’m not sure, honestly,” he replied. A large grin spread over his face as he saw the dog. “I guess I just needed some air. Life has been crazy.”

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hurricane | dimeg

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meg shrugged out of habit. obviously he couldn’t see her. “ i think the cute officer said destruction of private property. and being drunk in public. to be fair, that part wasn’t entirely my fault. “ she sighed and leaned against the wall. her head was beginning to spin - or maybe that was just the room. her high was beginning to come down, and she really just wanted to curl up in bed with a pint of ben and jerry’s. “ it’s been a rough night. “

Dimi made a small thinking noise as she explained the situation. He didn’t know exactly how the drunkenness wasn’t entirely her fault but decided to ask questions later. “It sounds like it. Hold tight, Nutmeg. I’ll be there soon.” He hung up the phone and quickly made his way to the station. He grabbed the extra jacket from his car as he parked and went inside to find out more information and see how he could help the woman.

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She saw no reason to judge him. From what she’d heard, he could be a little odd sometimes, but as far as she was concerned, anyone who got the job done could be as odd as they wanted. And he got the job done. “I shudder to think what nickname I have around the office.” She was a stubborn person, one who didn’t shy away from making her opinion known. Even as a rookie, she’d been like that. 

Surprised he remembered that detail, she raised her eyebrow before nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. Just over three.” She’d studied the law before joining the police force. “Feels like longer though. I guess that’s because I’ve always wanted to be a detective. My father was one, back in America.” She’d spent most of her like in England, but her father had been American, and her mother the daughter of Nigerian immigrants. It’d made her childhood an interesting one, caught between different lifestyles. 

“Nothing bad, I can assure you of that,” Spencer replied. He had heard some people call her Patch a few times, but he didn’t know what it meant exactly. 

“It’s always nice to carry on a family legacy,” he replied. He could tell that she found it odd that he remembered the minuscule details. “Sorry, I have an eidetic memory. I remember really random things.” His family had lived in Las Vegas. He moved once he was old enough to join the force and settled in Elias after he was a detective. 

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Why are you here?

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Steve listened for a few seconds before responding. It’s only one man, extremely loud. He looked over toward his cabin when he saw a man on his front steps. Steve instructed Peggy to sit, and began to walk cautiously over to the man on his stoop. 

“What the hell,” he muttered to himself, “ I thought you were on my driveway.”

He slowed his pace, “ I asked why you’re here, dummy. Why are you on my property, why are you close to my house and most importantly, who in the hell are you?” Steve lunged the last few steps to the man and grabbed his shirt collar very aggressively.

Klaus stood as the voice approached him very quickly. He could tell that he had angered the man and didn’t see an escape route at his disposal anywhere. He put his hands up in surrender and shut his eyes as the man grabbed his collar. “I was taking a walk!” He stammered, looking for words. “My name is Klaus. Can you stop shouting?” his head ached horribly and he didn’t want to hear any more yelling. 

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ill be there for you | sannie

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             sage was, to put it lightly, exhausted after the long shift she had worked at the hospital. the minute she got home, she flopped down on the couch. she laid there for what felt like hours. she wasn’t sure if she had drifted off to a nap, but she must have. the next thing she knew, she heard the door open and it was getting dark outside. she looked over towards the door and smiled. “ hey! welcome home, “ she said to her roommate. the two often missed each other, but sage had a couple days off of work. perhaps it was a good time to bond. “ do you have plans or do you wanna order dinner with me? “// closed starter for @flanncls - minnie

Minnie unlocked the door quietly. She had checked the calendar before leaving and saw that Sage was supposed to be home that evening at the same time she would be. She knew that the younger woman often fell asleep immediately after work and she didn’t want to interfere. She quietly bent to pick up Sage’s small dog when she heard Sage from the couch. She smiled back at the girl and nodded, setting the pup down. “Food sounds fantastic!” She replied. Minnie and Thackery didn’t have plans for a bit and she desperately wanted to spend more time with her roommate. 

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Fashion Advice | Katara x Minnie

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Katara looked into her closet, which was remarkably empty for a woman her age. Most women loved clothes and shoes, but Katara hated shopping. She never needed fancy dresses or heels before and had no idea what color palettes or styles would fit her. 

Lost and confused, she wandered around town to see if there’s a shop to buy some new outfits and complementary accessoiries and ended up at a little boutique with the cutest collection of dresses, pearls and hair accessoiries displayed in the shop windows. The little chiming bell announced her arrival as she stepped inside, feeling as if she had arrived in heaven and hell at the same time. 

@flanncls

Minnie looked up from her phone as she heard the ding above the door ring out. She flashed a quick smile at the customer before putting her phone away and walking over to the woman. “Hello! Welcome in. Do you need any help?” she asked. 

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thackery glanced down at the ground in front of him, thinking. he hadn’t tried to talk to mary since their last interaction. part of him felt it unnecessary to even try. the other part of him wondered if it was worth it. he loved mary like a mother, so it stung when she didn’t approve of his decision to tell minnie the truth. well, most of the truth anyway. he shook his head. “ no i haven’t, “ he sighed. the two arrived at the tea room and he took a deep breath before opening the door. “ well, here we are, “ he said, smiling at her.

Minnie wondered to herself whether she should try talking to Mary. She didn’t know how the woman would take to the conversation, but it certainly couldn’t hurt. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind as Thackery opened the door for her and they walked inside. It was perfectly quaint and brought a smile to Minnie’s face as she saw the decorations and everything. The hostess led them to a table and Minnie sat down, grinning at her boyfriend. “I don’t think she’s here. You can relax.”

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hurricane | dimeg

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she would never admit it, but a wide smile spread across her face when she heard his answer. she was somewhat relieved as well. she wasn’t sure if he would even help, but it was worth a shot. this was one situation where she wasn’t sure if she could handle it by herself. “ i’m in a precedent, “ she began. she scrunched her nose and shook her head. “ no that’s not right. a predic - “ she giggled as she tripped up the word. her head was still aching. the guard cleared his throat - a clear sign to hurry up. “ i did somethin’ stupid. i’m kinda in jail, “ she said, whispering the last word. she had never actually been arrested before. had she not been so drunk, she’d probably be anxious about it. “ i don’t think i can handle this one, dimarachino.“ 

Dimitry groaned softly, stretching and grabbing his clothes. “Shit, Nutmeg. What did you do?” he asked. Standing, he dressed and let out a short laugh at the nickname. “Dimarachino? That’s a new one.” he knew what it was like to be arrested; it had happened to him all too many times, though most of the charges were dropped. “Tell me everything so I have an idea of what I’m walking into.”

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i should tell you | catmouse

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when minnie entered the apartment, he felt his whole mood life. she had this air about her that had him soaring on air. he grinned widely at her, and drew her close in a big hug. “ i missed you. i wanted to surprise you, “ he said with a smile. thackery never thought himself the romantic type. it turned out that she was exactly what he needed to bring out the best parts of him. for three hundred years, he saw life as black and grey. when she entered his world, he began seeing in color. 

he bent down and kissed her back. “ i’m glad you like them, “ he said happily. he liked seeing her happy. he liked being the one to make her happy, too. “ ready to eat? i made dinner for you. “

The woman melted into the younger man’s arms, never wanting to leave his embrace. “It smells amazing, my mouth was watering from the hallway!” Minnie made no move to break the embrace as she glanced back at the table, seeing the array once more and sighing happily. 

“Does Sage know?” She asked, wondering how long they had alone. She could see Brianna asleep in her bed in the other room and knew that meant that Thackery likely hadn’t brought Emily with him. She kept an arm wrapped around him as she moved toward the table, reaching for the glass of wine that was prepoured and taking a small sip.

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thackery shrugged, trying to push the situation away. he didn’t really wanna think about mary right now. he was hungry and wanted to have a nice lunch with his girlfriend. “ i have no idea. she’d have to talk to me for me to know. “ he turned towards minnie and gave her a big smile. “ c’me on pretty minnie. tea room for lunch it is. “

Minnie looked down at the ground for a moment, feeling bad for him. She knew how much his mentor had meant to him in the past few months and it hurt to see them no longer on speaking terms. “Have you tried to reach out to her?” she asked softly as they rounded the corner to the street that the tea room was on. 

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hurricane | dimeg

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                    meg stared at the pay phone in front of her. the bright fluorescent lights overhead were only helping the headache she had forming. the officer stared at her, arms crossed over his shoulder. he huffed impatiently and tapped his foot. “ hurry up, or no call for you, “ he demanded. meg sighed and nodded. this guy was really killing her buzz. she looked at the keypad one more time before picking up the reciever. she dropped the coin in and dialed the only number that came to mind. she hoped to gods he would pick up. she didn’t have anyone else to call if he didn’t. finally, after what seemed like ages, the phone stopped ringing. “ dimiiiiiitry? issmeg, “ she slurred. she stared at the numbers in front of her, trying to focus. “ i need your help. “ // closed starter for @flanncls - dimitry

The dreams had begun in November. He couldn’t understand what they were all about. he had never been to Europe, so why was he having such vivid dreams of Russia and France? 

Dimi shot up in bed as his room lit up brightly. he blinked and looked around, seeing his phone was ringing. he groped for it and picked up with a small sigh, not recognizing the number. “Can I help you?” He asked before hearing the voice on the other end and sitting bolt upright. “Meg? Are you ok? where are you?”