#I don’t like turning on air vents for the bathroom and kitchen or playing certain instruments because they’re too loud

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Can anyone recommend a good brand of grippy sock/tight slipper? No; not for that reason. I’m kinda eh mentally but not necessarily in crisis (yet)…

The fake hardwood floors in this apartment are literal sensory hell to walk on. I can’t take my socks off and walk barefoot on them for two seconds without getting the worst fucking joint cramps in my hands and feet I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like insta-gout, just add naked toes; but I don’t actually have gout (thank god)… it’s SOLELY from the texture of the floor. I’ve been wearing the same vampire bat socks for four days because I can’t bear to remove them unless my feet have been soaked in hot water before.

Also, the vampire bat socks for your amusement because the little guy is cute:

[chuckbass-love]

hii! I have a request for prompt 71 with Andy or ransom ☺️

Hey lovely, thank you so much for waiting this long for me to post this and i really hope you enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Prompt #71: "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me"

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, unprotected sex, rough sex, ass spanking, vagina spanking, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, daddy kink, breeding kink and angst.

Word Count: 3,486

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In The Mirror

Standing in the middle of the master bedroom, you start to fold the freshly washed clothes before putting them away neatly in the closet. You start off by putting shirts away, Andy’s and then yours before moving on to jeans. Sometimes you wonder how he even has the room for his own clothes since you take up the majority of the space. But you just put that down to shopping trips he's so insistent on treating you to.

As you’re just finishing up, you hear the front door open before it slams shut so hard that the anger fuelling the slam of it can be felt even upstairs where you are.

Looks like Andy is finally home...

You decide to finish up with what you’re currently doing, taking your time before approaching your husband with caution. It was probably another run in with Neil, something you’ve grown accustom to dealing with ever since you met him. Doesn’t mean you don’t run out of ways to handle it occasionally though, your best option is to just allow him to vent before you distract him. Usually distracting him requires an old movie and takeout but other times it requires rough and needy sex.

“Andy” you call out as you pad down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to find him practically chugging a beer way to quickly. It must be bad if he couldn’t even wait until dinner to drink alcohol.

“You know sometimes i think why do i even bother going to work. I mean, Lynn sure seems to enjoy screwing me over for that fucking prick Neil and i’ve had just about enough of it”

Okay, now he’s really angry. You have no idea what to do or even what to say to him, you’re rendered speechless by his cursing and boiling temper.

“I was just about to make dinner, uh, lasagne perhaps. Or maybe we could order takeout again and rent that movie you were telling me about. It’s up to y-“

“Did you not listen to a goddam word i said? I don’t give a shit about dinner, do whatever. I’m going to take a shower” his decibels rise, his tone scolding as he storms past you and up the stairs taking two at a time until he reaches the top. You hear his heavy footsteps stomping to the bedroom and then suddenly it all turns quiet until the shower water starts to run.

Rather than leaving him to cool off, you decide to head up to check on him.

In a way, he was right. You practically ignored his annoyed state and changed the subject, in fact you couldn’t have changed it fast enough. But that’s only because you didn’t know what to say. When he gets like that, there’s not a lot you can say.

“Andy, i’m sorry” you squeak, stepping into the master bedroom to find him stood with his back to you as he removes his dress shirt and tie. His back muscles tense as he stands still for a second before turning around and tossing his clothes to the floor before starting on his belt.

“Andy” you mumble, desperate for him to acknowledge you.

“What?” he snaps, slipping out of all clothes until he’s in nothing but his birthday suit, his impressive size dangling between his legs.

“I’m sor-“

“I heard you”

You gently step closer to him, examining his face for any tell tale signs of discomfort before you rest your hand on his right forearm, “please, just talk to me. What happened today?”

“Like you care, all you seemed to give a shit about was dinner, so how about you go focus on that like a good little house wife and leave me to deal with the tough shit... does that sound like a deal?”

“That’s not fair, Andy. I didn’t know what to say to you, that’s all. You’ve had that many run ins with Neil lately that i lose sight of how to help you. But i’m here now, just talk to me. Tell me what i can do to make it better”

Silence.

His hand pulls from your touch, but before you can even understand what’s going on you’re back is already touching his toned tatted chest. His arms rest on your shoulders, keeping you pressed against him.

“Well, there is one thing...” he starts, moving your hair to the other side of your neck, freeing up some skin for him to feast on. His mouth nears closer, his hot breath fanning you torturously as his nose nudges at you. That’s when you feel his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt teasingly, slowly lifting it up your torso with ease. You lift your arms in the air, allowing him to remove it before he discards it behind him without a care.

“Such a beautiful body, honey. Be a shame to waste it fretting away about dinner in that kitchen” you gulp in response, feeling his lips barely grazing the nape of your neck, the action causes a shiver to dance down your spine as his beard scratches you.

“Andy” your voice is nothing but a breathless whimper as you turn to face him, his hands instantly rest on your waist at the band of your booty shorts. Of course when he tugs at them, you know what he’s after now and you also know that no matter what you do or say, he’ll take it regardless.

He drops down to his knees, surrendering to your body and dragging your shorts down your legs as he sinks to the floor. You step out of them for him, even going as far as to kick them to one side before he pushes you back to the wall.

The palm of his hand gives your calf a soft squeeze as the other lifts your leg up to drape over his shoulder, your aching sex on show for his lustful orbs to focus on. The insatiable hunger is starting to drown out his mind, body and soul, he’s incapable of thinking of anything else but you, craving anything else but you.

He’s starving, desperate to taste you.

A couple more minutes pass with him peppering kisses along your ankle at first before moving up to your calf and then your thigh. You try to push him away due to the sensitivity there but he only forces you off him, he’s so much stronger than you could ever be and you know now that you’ve lost.

He presses another chaste kiss to your bundle of nerves before pausing and feeling your body react to his touch. Your shaking body begs to be worshipped and devoured whilst he begs to drink and breathe you in like you’re his only lifeline.

“Smell so good” he coos, poking his tongue out to give your clit a kitten lick as his nose nudges at your mound, the action causes you to roll your eyes to the back of your head. Whatever you did to deserve this agonising torture, you will make sure to never do it again. This is teasing at its peak.

“Please, Andy. I need you”

“Oh you’ll have me, alright” his response is quick yet snappy as he dives into you. His mouth latches onto your sex aggressively, sucking, slurping and biting. His beard scratching your inner thighs and it's sure to leave a burn there.

The tip of his tongue points all the more as he winds it around your clit rapidly and even with one hand gripping your hips roughly whilst the other strokes your leg up and down before settling on your ass, you still feel unsteady as if the smallest wave of pleasure could knock you to the floor.

His mouth right where you want him comes and goes as he takes breaks in between to come up for air, but right when you feel yourself getting lost in the feeling, it comes to a complete halt.

You glance down at him, eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling, only to find him rising to his feet.

“What the hell, Andy?” you ask, your entire body heating up.

“You sound angry” he cocks his head to the side as he grazes his hand across your hardened nipple.

“I am”

“Now, that’s exactly how i felt when i came home. Yet instead of comforting me like a good little wife should do, you made me feel worse. So therefore, you don’t deserve to cum”

What the hell is wrong with him tonight?

He shoots you a wink before padding into the bathroom, the shower water still running and steaming up all of the mirrors in your eye-line until he closes the door, locking it to prevent you from entering and leaving you standing there perplexed at his actions.

He did all of that on purpose. He built you up to the edge of ecstasy before leaving you to come crashing down all alone, all in the name of proving a point.

You reach for your robe off the hook on the bedroom door before storming out, brimming with frustration as you make a start on the dinner. Lasagne will do for tonight.

You prep it as fast as you can whilst the oven preheats to the correct temperature before putting it in and setting the timer. Now you can relax.

As soon as you throw yourself down onto the couch and flick the tv on, you hear the bathroom door open. You’re almost certain that he expected you to wait for him like a lost puppy dog but you refuse to play into his petty games of revenge. All because you didn’t comfort him. It was silly and unnecessary.

So for now, you’ll indulge in some reality television whilst you wait for dinner to cook and if there’s one thing that’s for certain, it’s that you are most definitely not putting out for him tonight. No matter what he says or how much he sweet talks you. It’s not good enough for him to treat you like that.

Whatever Neil did or said, that’s a work problem.

Andy can’t believe his eyes when he comes back into the bedroom only to find it empty. He wraps his white towel around his waist, covering up his modesty before heading out into the hallway and down the stairs. As he reaches the bottom of them, he spots you watching tv in the lounge, giggling away at whatever The Kardashian family are doing now, but whatever it is, he doesn’t care.

Instead of leaving you be, he stomps over “what do you think you’re doing?” he inquires, voice bellowing more than he intended “i’m waiting for the lasagne to cook, it’s in the oven. Enjoy your shower, honey?” you probe sarcastically, a rhetorical question. However your sarcasm infuriates him further as he picks you up with ease.

“Andy, put me down. NOW” you shout, kicking your legs and slapping his upper back as he drapes you over like you weigh nothing.

“Dinner is in the oven” you remind him, desperate to avoid burning it. But that’s when he puts you down before walking over to the kitchen and turning the oven off.

Your eyes widen as he approaches you once again, picking you up and carrying you up the stairs, taking them two at a time as he always does.

“Andy” you groan until he places you back onto your own two feet, his hands practically rip your robe off to expose your naked body before he does the same to the towel covering his manhood up.

“I’ll tell you what’s about to happen, honey and you’re going to listen” he informs you, stepping closer and moving you to stand in front of the mirror. You correct your abysmal posture as you look back at him in the mirror. A sinister glint in his eyes becomes crystal clear as a wicked grin graces his handsome face. His beard full, his hair still wet from the shower as droplets of water drip down his chest.

“I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me” the pure filth has you holding your breath in shock before exhaling dramatically.

He’s always been kinky but sometimes he still manages to leave you shocked. Although it’s times like these that you love him the most, the whines and whimpers he draws from you so effortlessly, the way he causes your body to tremble raggedly and most of all the way your entire world stops turning as he brings you to that cliff edge, pushing you off of it with his two large menacing hands.

He kicks your legs apart further before pulling your arms to the back of you. He hooks his arm inside of them to prevent you from moving away from him whilst his other hand massages your puffy petal like folds before circling your dripping entrance.

Once his tip is resting directly at the tight hole, he proceeds to move forward, the skin around your entrance catching onto him as your walls welcome him inside.

“Oh, fuckkk” he draws out the word, groaning and gasping for air as he drives home, the feeling overwhelming you to the limit.

How can one man have such a firm and tight grip on you like this?

How did you end up here, unable to utter out a single word as his pace picks up before he’s fucking into you so violently, snapping his hips with no signs of slowing down.

“Keep your eyes on yourself, honey, do as i say” he warns, and the moment you look up at him, you see the darkness and it causes you to look away, focusing back on yourself just like he instructed you to do.

The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls so fast is enough to cause the knot in your stomach to tighten painfully. The pleasure is almost too intense to bare, too much for your fragile body to handle. Yet you continue to take it, allowing him to fuck away his anger, channeling it into this moment.

His arm and hand tightens around your arms, holding you in place as he keeps his sights on you, watching as your mouth hangs open in the perfect O shape. Fuck, you look perfect like this with him bending you to his will, using you for the sole purpose of his pleasure and his pleasure only.

How did he get so lucky to be graced with you’re beauty?

The harder he snaps his hips into you, the more the coil tightens and the all too familiar feeling builds all the more inside of you. An ongoing reminder of your impending orgasm.

“Andy, i-i’m gonna c-cum” you tell him, begging for him to allow you the privilege of releasing, the privilege of creaming all over his rock hard cock.

A dark chuckle erupts from his throat, mocking your pleas for a release before tutting at you, the torment continuing.

“Please” you beg once again, only to be reprimanded with the harsh sting of his hand landing on your ass cheek “keep your eyes on the mirror, honey. You’ll come when i tell you to, quit being a brat”

The need to release is almost unbearable, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes and drowning out your vision before you blink, allowing them to stream down your innocent looking face for him to see. It only spurs him on more as he moves his free hand in from of you, kicking your legs further apart before smacking down on your sex brutally. Your body jerks in response before somewhat relaxing at the feel of him rubbing briskly at your pulsating clit.

“That’s it, honey. Taking that cock so fucking well”

“I need to c-cum, A-Andy” your voice trembles frantically in hopes of him taking pity upon you.

“Shhh, baby. Just let daddy fuck the frustration away, gotta fuck it all away” his words are pure filth but his tone is gentle and needy. He just wants to take his anger out on your body, channel it into something.

You can imagine that with the field of work he’s in that he finds it hard to keep his cool with Neil every day. Which is a shame because they used to be close.

Granted that was back when Neil first started and Andy mentored him, whipped him into shape and taught him everything he knows. And Neil is a better lawyer because of it. However, it also means that he’s just rude, obnoxious and cocky towards Andy, pushing him to the edge and taunting him a little more every day.

“Hold yourself back for daddy, you’ll cum when i give you permission to. Is that clear, honey?”

“Yes” you mumble, barely audible.

“What was that?”

“I mean, yes daddy” you correct, watching his eyes intently, searching for any sign of him letting up his tight hold and hard thrusts.

“Good girl, being so perfect for daddy and taking this fucking like a pro, huh?”

“Yes daddy”

Your eyes glaze over as you struggle to keep yourself in tact, the hold you have on your orgasm is slipping from your control slowly but surely and you know that if he doesn’t give you the go ahead soon then you’ll end up breaking the rules.

Something that will surely earn you a painful punishment.

“God, fuck. I’m gonna cum, you gonna cum with me, honey?” he asks, gasping. You throw your head back onto his chest, arching your back into him further. You nod your head as quickly as you can as you feel your knees turning weak.

“Count down with me”

“10’ you say in unison, his fingers rubbing furiously at your sex.

“9” the sound of your skin slapping together bounces off of the walls.

“8” the feel of his mouth latching onto the sweet spot on your neck, pearly white teeth sinking in to mark you up.

“7” the moans he’s eliciting are now flowing out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“6” deep grunts escape him as he pushes you against the mirror, causing your cheek to push up against it.

“5” the feel of him fucking into you tightens the coil for the final time, the feeling agonising.

“4” you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you arrive at the cliff edge.

“3” you say in unison as his thrusts turn from fast and rough to slow and hard.

“2” his cock twitches inside of you, your walls flutter around him over and over.

“1”

“That’s it, baby, cream all over that cock for me”

You let go, body shuttering as you stand up onto your tip toes. His grip on your arms lets up, causing you to fall forward, hands resting on the wall either side of the mirror.

“Oh god” he growls, hands splaying across the soft globes of your ass before he fills you with hot ropes of cum, breeding you unofficially.

He remains seated deep inside of you for a minute or two whilst the two of you struggle to regain control of your breathing, both of your hearts beating so fast that it feels as though they are on the cusp of exploding out of your chest.

“How are you feeling now?” you ask as he pulls out, turning to face him.

“Hungry for Chinese takeout and a night filled with fucking that tight cunt”

“Was that not enough?”

“I’ll never get my fill of you” he says, pulling your naked body flush against his “i want you all of the time and besides, that was just to channel my anger into something. The next time will be to make a baby”

“W-what?” your voice shaky as you raise your eyebrows at him.

“You heard me, i’m gonna spend all night breeding you, honey. Gonna make you all nice and round with my child. Gives me a chance to take my mind of that cunt Neil”

You nod your head, humming your agreement before pressing your lips to his.

Sure, you’ve had chats about kids before but this is the first time he’s openly suggested trying and even after his outburst, your love for him remains.

You can’t wait to spend the night tangled up in the crisp white sheets of your bed, filled with his cum.

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Safe Keeping Part 2

Summary: Ransom needs you to hold onto his Pinky Ring.

Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: NonCon, Abuse of power, Manhandling, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fingering, Light Choking, Ransom being an asshole.

(The warnings will get worse as the chapters go on.)

Word Count: 1.8+k

Author Notes: This fic is getting intense people! Other than that, I’ve enjoyed writing this little fic out. There will most definitely be a Part 3, perhaps even a Part 4, but I can’t be certain. No Beta, all fuck ups are my own.

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Safe Keeping Part 1

 Smoothing your dress down, you close your eyes and count to 10. Grounding yourself helped as you tried to remember the tasks that were at hand today. Nothing too intensive thankfully; a bit of dusting, organizing Harlan’s manuscripts, and making up the beds. Distracting yourself helped, but the feeling of the ring in your cunt always made you slip up.

The nerves were wracking your body, never knowing when Ransom would show up to “check” on you. Whatever that meant. Shaking your head, you started the day, but stopped yourself from just walking away.

You tested how the ring felt inside of you. You clenched down it, walking a few feet. Sighing with relief when it didn’t move. You’d have to be cautious of how you moved around today. It still felt like it would fall out at any time, so you clenched down on it with disgust.  

Marta and Harlan had arrived back home after their trip out. Marta was pleasant as always, asking you about your weekend, and chatting about Harlan’s appointment. You both made faces at one another when you told her Ransom was here to see Harlan. She hated him as much as you did, so it was nice to be able to vent.

Marta made her way into the house to start her day as you tidied up the kitchen. After, you made your way to the dining room. The expansive dining room was covered in rich wallpaper, wood carvings and a few lavish paintings. Getting out the duster you walked around the room with a slightly different gate. You hoped no one would notice.

As you reached up to dust the light fixtures, you felt the ring move a bit. Your body caved in suddenly and you squeezed your thighs together in dismay. The action sent the ring further up your pussy. It was such a distinct sensation, as it sent a light tingle through your body. Shutting your eyes in humiliation, you gritted your teeth and brought the duster up to the fixture in haste.

By the time you were done with the dining room, your pussy was getting tired from all the clenching it had to do. Racking your brain, you wondered if you could somehow steer clear of Ransom for the day and just take the ring out. Peering out of the dining room and into the adjoining rooms, you didn’t see Ransom at all. Figuring he was in the Study with Harlan, you bound for the bathroom very much looking forward to taking that horrid ring out of you.

Heading around the corner and into the bathroom, you went to shut the door when a foot stopped it from closing. Your hands gripped the door tightly as Ransom reveled himself by pushing the door open.

“What are you doing?”

You tried to shut the door, but Ransom easily pushed the door wide open. You stumbled back, catching yourself on the sink. “Hugh, I need to use the bathroom, please leave,” staring up at him when you heard the bathroom lock click.

Your heart beat picked up, eyes scanning for a way out, you backed up as far as you could go into the small room. Ransom just leaned against the door, crossing his arms, scrutinizing you. “Do you really have to use the bathroom or were you planning on taking my ring out?” Seeing right through your stupid plan.

Mentally cursing yourself, you bit your lip out of anger. You looked at the ground, not knowing what to say. “Seems as though I got my answer, you sneaky bitch.”

Your eyes threw daggers at him, but suddenly switched to fear as he came closer. Grabbing your right arm, he slammed your body against the porcelain sink. Yelping out as the hard porcelain dug into your pelvis, he snaked a hand around to your mouth silencing you.

“Shut up.” He said as he grabbed your left hip with a harsh grip, pushing his full weight onto you. He ground your pelvis into the sink even harder making you wince and letting out another high-pitched whine.

The hand covering your mouth slipped to your throat and you instantly froze up, waiting for him to cut your air off. “Don’t make another fucking noise. I’m warning you.” He gritted out as he locked eyes with you in the mirror. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his cold glare.

All you could muster was a pitiful head nod. He smirked at your submission as his left hand slid from your hip down to around your ass, kneading it through the flimsy material. You grimaced at his touch, feeling dirty with his paws on you.

“You’ve got such a nice ass. I bet you love to get fucked in the ass.” He ground his hardening cock against you, letting out a low hiss. You tried to pull away, but his grip on your neck tightened and he stared you down again in the mirror.

Suddenly he hooked his hand under your knee and brought it up to drape on the edge on the sink, leaving you exposed. You felt like the sink would crumble under your hands you were holding on so hard.

“Time for your inspection.” He smiled at your wickedly. You dropped your eyes to the sink below you, you couldn’t look as he molested you. Ransom thought otherwise.

“Look at me.” He demanded of you, jostling you slightly by your neck. Whimpering, you did as you were told. Meeting his eyes in the mirror, he held your gaze as he brought his warm hand to your pussy lips. He gently rubbed your cunt all over enjoying your discomfort. Grinning as he brings his hand up in front of your face, “Oh, what do we have here?” Your eyes go wide as you notice his fingers are wet with your juices.

Struggling again you groan out, “Hugh, that’s not what it looks like.” Feeling ashamed at your body’s reaction of having that god forsaking ring inside you.

“I think it’s exactly what it looks like, you Dirty Little Slut.” You cringe as he brings his fingers back to your wet pussy and slowly plays around with the tight opening. Your left leg shifts a bit out of pain at the angle your being forced in as he teases your pussy. “Let’s make sure you can be a good girl and follow directions.” He slowly slides two fingers into your cunt, stretching it out as you clench your jaw out of repulsion.

His eyes lock to yours as he finds his prize hidden away in your hot center. “There we go,” he says condescendingly. “That wasn’t too hard was it?”

Your jaw aches as you shake your head from side to side. His fingers are still deep inside your cunt, releveling in the warmth. Mustering up the courage to speak you grit out, “Well, it’s there, can I put my leg down please?”

His eyes narrow at you. He doesn’t like your tone. “No”, he declares harshly and pulls his fingers out only to push them back in roughly. Jerking up from the force you almost fall face first into the mirror but the hand around your neck yanks you back to his chest.

With your leg halfway on the sink and your body being held against Ransom, you had nowhere to go. Hands leaving the sink you grasp at his wrist for leverage. His breath at your ear now, hot and sultry. The only sound is his thick fingers forcing themselves into your channel, your slick making obscene wet sounds that slap off the tile walls.

“Let’s make this more entertaining” he says mockingly. “I’m going to get this cunt nice and wet. I want to watch you struggle to keep it in while you do your chores.” Snapping his hand up into you at a faster pace, you mewl out at the feeling.

Closing your eyes, you struggle to not give into his abuse on your pussy. His thumb swipes over your clit making you gasp and wiggle harder against his body. He groans as your ass nudges his cock, making him work your sensitive clit even harder.

Grunting out, “N-No”, you try to shake your head in his grip, but he wasn’t having it. “Be a good girl, cum on my fingers.” He says, unrelenting his pace.

You feel yourself on the edge with each swipe of his thumb and every pull of his fingers. He’s hitting your g-spot with every thrust, as the heavy ring rubs against your smooth walls sending extra unwanted sparks through your system.

Ransom tightens his grip, cutting off your air and spits harshly in your ear “Do as your told, Slut.”

Your eyes bug out, mouth opening with a silenced gasp as your body shakes violently.

Wanting the torture to end, you give in. An intense wave hits your body as you cum hard against Ransom’s hand. His hand slips lightly allowing you to gasp in air and he lets your body rest against the sink. He gives your soaked cunt a few more thrusts “For good measure” he says.  

Grasping the sink hard again, you slide your numb leg to the ground feeling it tingle as you push yourself up onto two feet. When you look up at Ransom once again in the mirror you see his hand in front of you, “Clean me up.”

You part your lips; his slick fingers slide over your tongue and to the back of your mouth making you gag slightly. He studies your face as you clean his fingers of your slick, embarrassed you cast your eyes downward. Groaning he slips his fingers from your wet mouth, clears his throat and step back letting you finally have some space.

He grunts out at you, “You’re not allowed to clean yourself up. I want to see how hard you’ll work to keep that ring in your cunt.”

You try to argue, not wanting to spend the day with your pussy covered in your slick.  

“Get back to work”, He orders before unlocking the door and shoving you back out into the hallway.

Standing in the hallway you gather yourself; you cringe at feeling your slick turning cold against your skin. Steadying yourself you go to move into the foyer, but you feel the ring slip up inside you. You stop moving out of fear and clench down trying to keep it still. It stays motionless as you take another step, making you calm down slightly, but now you’re always aware after what just happened in the bathroom.

If all the “inspections” were going to be like that, you were terrified.

You want to leave. Your nerves are fried. You wish to not be apart of this dreadful situation but you’re stuck. You have no power. All you can hope is that Ransom will get bored with this horrific game and leave you be.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to continue you on with the tasks at hand. Swallowing down your fear, you walk carefully to the staircase and ascend the steps one by one, not taking any chances with the ring nestled up inside you.

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

reputations part two

part one

summary: you’re determined to make Matt see that you’re not too good for him.

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 3.2k

note from the writer: sorry for everything I put you guys through with the first part, I hope this makes up for it :)

You hated that you were such a good person.

Maybe if you weren’t such a people-pleaser, you would’ve been able to cut Matt out of your life. Maybe you would have been able to call him on his bullshit when he said you couldn’t be happy with him. But instead, you both were acting as if that night on your front lawn never happened.

And you sure as hell weren’t happy without him.

At the end of summer, you ended up going back to Calgary the same time Matt needed to, so with the help of the Tkachuks, minus Brady who went off to Ottawa a week earlier, you moved into your new apartment within a day.

You were certain that your families knew something had happened between you and Matt, you weren’t joking with each other as often and you really weren’t as touchy-feely with each other as before. That was probably the biggest indicator that something was wrong, and your mom pulled you aside halfway through the summer to see if anything was wrong. You forced a smile onto your face, assuring her everything was fine and it was just the stress of getting a new job and moving to a different country that was getting to you.

And if you weren’t such a good person, you probably wouldn’t have found yourself squished between Johnny Gaudreau and Sam Bennett at some dive bar at midnight a few months into the season.

You met his teammates over the years when you would visit with Matt’s family or come up on your own for a weekend when you were still in college, and now that you lived in Calgary, it was decided that you were to be invited out to bars with them whenever they met up. There was an obvious tension between you and Matt, but none of them seemed to care as a group of you shoved into one tiny booth. Noah and Elias had offered to pick up drinks at the bar for the table, leaving you sitting between Johnny and Sam with Matt sitting on the opposite side.

“So have you met any guys since you’ve been here?” Johnny asked you with a smug grin and you wondered if it was intentional because Sam chuckled and Matt made a sound as if he was choking on air.

“Uh, haven’t really been looking.” You told him with a forced smile. You kept the part about how you were waiting for Matt to come to his senses to yourself, but from the way the curly haired boy in question was studying the table intently you gathered he picked up on the hidden meaning of your words.

“Well, when you come to the game tomorrow, I’ve got an extra Bennett jersey you can wear.” Now you knew for a fact that they were doing it on purpose, because as he spoke, Sam’s gaze didn’t leave Matt and he was smirking. Johnny laughed loudly as Matt’s head whipped up, his eyes narrowed at his blonde teammate.

“No!” He said a little too quickly. You raised a brow at him, but he tilted his head back with a groan. “No, she can only wear my jersey, it’s good luck.”

“Because you’re really superstitious.” Noah teased sarcastically as he and Elias reappeared with drinks in hand. You couldn’t help the way the corner of your lips turned up at the fact that his teammates were onto his ridiculous behavior. Matt was never one for intricate rituals before games, but one thing he always made sure of whenever you went to see him play was that you wore one of his jerseys. But if he was going to be childish, then so were you.

“You know what, Sam, I think I just might take you up on that.” You joined in, taking a swig of the drink Elias placed in front of you as you gauged Matt’s reaction. He looked shocked, and you immediately regretted your words as he silently looked down at the bottle of beer Noah had pressed into his hands moments earlier.

Elias changed the topic of conversation soon after, and you were thankful for the distraction. You sipped your drink silently, much quieter than you probably would be and Matt barely said a word. And when he slipped out of the booth to get himself a refill, you followed after, shooting Johnny a sympathetic smile for leaving halfway through his story.

You made a mental note to apologize to him later, but at the moment Matt was your priority. He always was, if you were being honest with yourself.

“Hey, Matty.” You tried, bringing back the nickname that you hadn’t used in a while. It felt different on your tongue all the while feeling the same, like you should have been calling him that this whole time. He glanced at you and quickly returned his attention to the bar, but when you reached a hand out to squeeze his forearm and he turned to face you, you knew you had his attention. “I was just kidding, earlier, you know.”

“I guess.” He huffed, shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn’t a huge deal and that it wasn’t affecting him so blatantly. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what you were talking about, you could see in his eyes and in the slump of his shoulders that he was still thinking about your throwaway comment to Sam about his jersey. You pouted at his response, and took a sip of your drink as you thought about what to say to convince him.

But you didn’t have to, because there was a commotion behind you, and when you turned to see what was going on you were faced with a guy clearly not taking no for an answer, bothering some poor girl. Before you could even think to intercede, Matt’s large frame slid into view and he was shoving the creep off the girl.

You asked her if she was okay, and when her only response was a trembling lip and glassy eyes you grabbed her hand to lead her to the bathroom to get her some space and time to compose herself. On your way through the crowd, you shot a glance over your shoulder to find Matt in the face of the creep, making sure that he didn’t follow you and the girl.

You wondered how he thought he wasn’t a good person.

The boiling point came a few days later.

It was late at night and after a game that hadn’t gone in the favor of the Flames, and you weren’t sure what exactly had set you off, but you stormed into Matt’s apartment building furious and on a mission. Maybe it was that fact that his mom had called you that afternoon to check up on you or the fact that his words from all those months ago when you had kissed him had been bouncing around in your head relentlessly. But it all fell into place somehow and you found yourself knocking on his door without giving him any prior warning that you would be coming over. You knew he would be home sulking after a loss like the one he had just suffered, because you knew him.

You knew he hated the way you made your coffee and that he loved getting under your skin just to hear you whine his name with a smile to try and get him to stop. You knew he was just as much of a romantic as you were but didn’t like to admit it and that he was insecure about his ability to live up to his dad’s legacy. When Danny Baker from three streets up told Matt that he would never be in the NHL, you punched him.

You probably did more damage to your hand than to his face, but the thought was there.

“You don’t get to do this to me, Matthew.” You huffed before he could get a word in as soon as his front door opened. His eyes went wide and you could tell he knew you meant business. You couldn’t remember the last time you had called him by his full name, let alone shown up on his doorstep angry.

“I—” He started, but you shook your head, brushing past him and storming inside his apartment. You were upset, and frustrated, and just needed to vent your feelings to someone. And who better than the person that put you in the situation in the first place?

“You don’t get to decide whether or not you deserve me or whatever bullshit excuse you came up with. I decide. It’s my choice.” You were pacing his kitchen now, and after your initial burst of anger, you were slowing. “Matt, if you don’t like me, just say it. Don’t feed me lines to try and let me down easy. I’ve earned that after all these years.”

“I like you. I really, really, like you. But—” The desperation in your voice spurred him to answer, but it wasn’t the one you wanted. You had a feeling you knew what the answer was. Brady had teased him for years about liking you and neither boy knew the definition of subtle.

“No bullshit, Matthew. Yes or no?” You huffed, wanting a straight answer. You were tired of wondering, tired of spending an hour each night before falling asleep whether or not things could be different. You just needed to know.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” His quiet words had you pushing off the counter you were leaning against and crossing the kitchen. You shoved aside the warm feeling you got when he said he’s in love with you and instead tried to focus on the moment, knowing that what you said next was crucial towards how your relationship pans out.

“I can’t be happy without you, Matt. I don’t care about your reputation. When are you going to learn that?” Your feet carried you to stand before him, one hand cupping his jaw while the other curved around the back of his neck. His hands came to rest on your waist on instinct, and you hesitated under the vulnerability in his eyes that hadn’t been there a moment earlier. “I know you, the real you. I don’t care what the media says, and I certainly don’t listen to a word that comes out of Doughty or Kassian’s mouths.”

Your comment about his known rivals had him chuckling, and you tentatively smiled as he dropped his head down so his forehead rested against yours. Your heart was racing, and you felt as if you were getting somewhere.

“I was an ass, huh?” He settled on saying with a breathy chuckle. His blue eyes bore into yours, and though you weren’t sure what he was searching for you knew he only found truth and love. You shook your head slightly, the movement only detectable because of your proximity but it was enough to get your message across.

“You were insecure, Matt, which is fine. You’re allowed to be. But you need to talk to me, especially about something like this.” You told him, thumb brushing across his cheek as you spoke. He took a moment to think about your words, and you gave him all the time he needed. You were familiar with the feeling of being uncertain of yourself, and how uncomfortable it was to feel as if you weren’t good enough. You could only hope that Matt was able to seem himself the way you saw him.

“Okay.” He mumbled after a moment, dropping his head to the crook of your neck while pulling you fully into his chest. One of your hands threaded into the curls at the back of his head while the other wrapped around his middle, holding him in place.

“Yeah?” You hummed into his chest, pressing a kiss there through the fabric of his shirt. He nodded, and you felt more than saw the action. You tugged on his hair after a moment, signalling for him to lift his head up. When he did, you pressed a kiss to his jaw, and then the corner of his mouth, before finally landing on his lips with a content sigh.

It was slower than the first time you kissed on your front lawn. Back then you were rushed and excited from landing the job in Calgary and confessing how you felt for him. Now, it was slow and calculated, and you were savoring every moment, trying to convey to him just how much he meant to you.

“Stay the night?” Matt asked, and it was easy for you to say yes. It was late, and you were exhausted from both a hard day at work and your outburst of anger. Matt smiled tiredly when you nodded, pressing one last lazy kiss to your lips before leading you by your hand towards his bedroom.

He kissed you as he handed you one of his shirts to sleep in and kissed once more as you slipped out of his bathroom after changing. You kissed him as soon as he laid down, and again as you climbed in beside him. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you were sharing lazy and slow kisses like your life depended on it.

“I should have just talked to you.” Matt spoke quietly into the dark a few minutes after you had settled in to sleep. You felt the vibrations of his chest when he talked from where you were laying half draped across him, and it was oddly comforting. You chuckled at his statement, and since you grew up with Matthew and Brady and Keith, you couldn’t help your next comment.

“You’re not getting an argument from me, Matty.”

—

“Matt, your girlfriend is outside.” Brady teased, shoving his brother’s shoulder playfully. Matt shot up from where he was seated at the kitchen island, ignoring his family’s jabs at how eager he was to see you, despite the fact that not only two hours ago you had been in their kitchen helping Chantal make a few dishes for the barbeque the Tkachuks were throwing later in the day.

He really couldn’t argue his family’s comments now.

Matt grinned when he spotted you sunning in your yard like always. He bought you a twelve pack of sunscreen as a joke for your birthday, and you rolled your eyes at him in the way that he found absolutely adorable. He made his way to the fence, cataloging your appearance. Speaker to your left, sunglasses on your nose, and his favorite swimsuit of yours on.

You grinned the moment you heard the Tkachuks back door open and shut, knowing it was Matt. You could feel his eyes on your body, the same way you always did whenever he caught you tanning. You wondered how he ever thought he was being subtle before you got together. Now, he got to openly admire you, and he did often.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Matt called over the fence, making you snort. Over the course of your relationship, you had learned that he was big on complimenting you. And you would be the last person to complain about it.

“Hey, Matty.” You called back, pushing yourself up and leaning back on your hands. For a second, Matt didn’t respond, only watched you with a grin on his face. You raised a brow at him, questioning him silently and that seemed to spur him on.

“C’mere.” Matt nodded with his head in his direction, and that was all it took for you to stand to your feet and cross the short distance to the fence. He was leaning with his forearms across it, head resting on his chin. You pushed yourself up to your tip-toes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before settling back down on flat feet. Matt hummed in content, his eyes staying closed a second or two longer after the kiss ended and you admired what the summer sun did to your boyfriend.

“I can’t believe that we could have been doing that since middle school.” Matt joked, and you rolled your eyes.

“We could’ve been doing that all last summer, too, if you had just talked to me.” You chirped, unable to let the opportunity pass through your fingertips.

“You’re going to hold that over me until the day I die, huh?” He groaned playfully, pouting his lips for another kiss you couldn’t help but give him. You agreed with a hum and a teasing grin, feeling nothing but love through your whole body under your boyfriend’s gaze. Before you could respond, your phone started ringing from where you left it on your towel.

Matt, ever the gentleman, admired the roses your mom had planted the week before as you bent over to pick up the device, but also was a simple man in love, and couldn’t help it if his gaze landed on you for a moment.

You ignored him, checking the number that was calling you to see a Calgary area code. Matt watched you as you answered, grinning to himself when he saw your wide smile. He listened to you thank whoever was on the line profusely, and after you bid them goodbye and hung up you squealed in excitement. Matt chuckled as you bounded over to him, grabbing his face with both your hands and pulling him over the edge of the fence to connect your lips.

“We got the house.” You mumbled against his lips and Matt pulled back with a surprised look on his face, though he was still smiling because he was with you, and there was no way he could not smile when you were looking at him with the utmost love in your eyes.

“You’re serious?” And though Matt spent nearly his entire life thankful for the fence between his yard and yours, there was nothing more than it that he hated in that moment. He held up one finger, as if to tell you to hold one for a minute, before he took a step back and hopped over the fence.

“Matthew!” You chided, because the fence was just tall enough that he shouldn’t be doing that, but you weren’t given the chance to tell him that because he was sweeping you into his arms for a hug.

“Can you tell my mom we’re moving in together?” He mumbled into the crook of your neck. You pulled back, looking at him with a confused expression. You were certain that he had told Chantal already, but from the sheepish grin he was giving you, you realized he was being serious.

“You haven’t told her?” You sighed, exasperated but in good fun. Instead of responding right away, Matt ducked his head down to press his lips to yours for a quick kiss. Though he was usually a pretty good distraction, this was different. “Matt, we just bought a house.”

“I don’t want her to call me soft.” He was joking, but you rolled your eyes at him nonetheless. Matt closed his eyes in content as you ran your fingers through his curls. The way he was acting was completely contradictory towards what he had just said, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

“You are soft, Matty.” He chuckled, though he couldn’t argue.

He never could argue when it came to you.

[twiceinadream]

“Honey.”

Requested: Nope

a/u: Hey, everyone! Sorry its taken me so long to finally post, I hope you guys enjoy this longer one shot since you guys were saying how I should write longer ones. Thank you all so much for sticking with me through one full year, it means a lot to me and I hope for more great times in the future. I love you all, please stay safe and wash your hands.

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Snow began to fall in Seoul and the world renowned girl group, Twice, woke to its beauty coating the grounds below their dorm. Mina was the first to wake as she began to shiver, noticing how cold the dorm had become; she groggily sat up pulling her blanket with her as she sat up, ‘When did it become so cold?’ The ballerina shook again as she draped the covers over her body getting out of bed to turn on the dorm’s heater.

She squealed quietly as the cold nipped at her legs as she moved out to the hallway, being careful as to not wake the three other women in the room. As she opened the door she made quick work of the distance between her and the thermostat as she read the temperature, ‘55ºF, no wonder it’s so cold in here.” Begrudgingly, Mina took an arm out of the warm confines of her blanket cocoon and rotated the thermostat handle till, 80ºF, showed on the digital screen in front of her. The fourth youngest smiled as she heard the ‘whoosh’ of the vents blowing in the warm air, she sighed soundly as she made her way to the kitchen.

She took a seat on their shared sofa as she noticed her phone charging on the armrest, ‘Must have left it here last night.’ Mina shrugged as she unlocked her phone strolling through a few emails when an advertisement for her favorite shop popped up, showing a sale on new winter outfits; she made a mental note to tell the members when they all were up, but for now, she decided to pass some time as she logged back into a game she had recently gotten.

-Half an Hour Later-

By now, most of the members were either lounging in the communal area or in the kitchen where Jihyo and Jeongyeon were preparing breakfast together. Most of the food was done when Sana and Tzuyu came into the living area together, Jeongyeon smirked as she looked up from the eggs she was cooking to look at them, “Look who’s up. Have a nice quickie before breakfast?” The rest of the members glared at her when Chaeyoung smacked her on the back of the head with her sketchbook.

“Not funny, Unnie.” Chaeyoung said as she smiled at Jeongyeon.

But Sana and Tzuyu seemed unfazed by the comment as Sana simply shrugged, “I mean you guys were kinda loud, but it was pretty good, thanks for asking Jeongyeon-ah.” Tzuyu let a huff as a laugh when the members fell quiet.

Jihyo looked at the both of them as she placed the bacon she was holding on a plate, “You know what, no. Both of you just wash your hands, especially you Tzuyu.” Tzuyu glared at her when Nayeon let out a loud laugh from behind her phone.

“Just hurry up, breakfast is almost done.” Sana and Tzuyu nodded as they made their way back to the bathroom for the second time that morning.

When the couple came back to the table it was already set as the members took their usual seats as they thanked Jihyo and Jeongyeon, and began to eat. From where she was sitting Mina looked up from her eggs and directed her question out to the eight other women at the table, “I was wondering, if you guys would like to come with me to the mall today? There’s a sale on new winter items and I wanted to check it out, and I was wondering if any of you wanted to come along.”

Chaeyoung nodded as she took a bite of toast, “Sounds good, Unnie.”

“Sounds fun, Minari.” Momo and Jeongyeon said as Mina got nods from Nayeon and Jihyo.

Dahyun swallows her food, “Count me in, Mina Unnie.”

Mina smiles at her members when she turns her attention to Sana and Tzuyu, “How about you two?”

“It sounds fun, Minari, but Tzuyu and I have a few things to finish today.” Mina nods knowingly as she decides it probably best for them to give the two some privacy.

After breakfast, most of the members go back to their rooms to get ready, leaving Sana and Tzuyu in the kitchen as they wash the dishes together. Sana gently nudged Tzuyu with her hip as she hands her a plate to dry, she leans up to whisper in the younger’s ear, “When they leave you’re all mine, Tzuyu-ah.” Tzuyu nods as her face heats with a blush and she directs her gaze back to the dishes in the sink.

When Sana and Tzuyu were sitting back at the table, both on their phones when the rest of Twice came out of their rooms and waited in the living room for Nayeon to come out, “You good, Unnie?” Dahyun asked when Nayeon emerged from her room, the older nodded as they directed their attention to the two at the table.

“Okay, we’re going now, we’ll see you guys in a few hours. Try not to burn down the dorm while we’re gone, okay?” Jihyo looked at the both of them sternly.

“Whatever you say, Unnie.” Tzuyu said, not looking up from her phone. Jihyo shook her head as the seven left the dorm and made their way to the van waiting for them outside.

When the two were completely certain the other girls had gone, Sana immediately made her way to Tzuyu who was now standing from her chair; the older grabbed her from the back of her neck connecting their lips in a fervent kiss. Sana couldn’t help but smile against Tzuyu’s lips as she nipped at them playfully, making the younger girl squeak a bit. “How is it possible for someone to be so sexy and cute at the same time?” Sana remarked as she pulled away from Tzuyu.

“Ask yourself.” Tzuyu shot back when Sana pushed her against the table making her sit, giving the Japanese woman a better angle to kiss her.

“Pabo.” Sana said between kisses, Tzuyu couldn’t help but laugh against her lips. The now blonde places her hands on the maknae’s waist feeling her up as she begins to dominate their kiss, she loved the way Tzuyu moaned against her. “Okay, now I want to see you on the table wearing nothing by the time I get back.” Sana quirked an eyebrow at the girl as she let out heavy breaths, nodding, “Good girl.” With that Sana left the dining room and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge as she moved past a few containers to the back where she had hid a bottle of whipped cream she bought a few days before, praying Momo had not found it.

Thankfully, she found the bottle completely untouched with the seal still intact on the cap, ‘Thank Jihyo.’ Sana said to herself as she took off the plastic ring and threw it in the trash, shaking the bottle as she sprayed some of the sweet cream in her mouth, ‘This is good, but this will taste better on Chewy.’ Sana smiled inwardly as she walked back to where she left Tzuyu not too long ago.

To the Japanese woman’s delight Tzuyu did as she was told and was laying on the table, completely naked with her hands resting over her mound, dark curls hidden beneath her palms as Sana gave her a look over. Tzuyu couldn’t help but flush a bit as her elder’s eyes scanned her, she gingerly removed one of her hands from her lower regions and placed it over her breast as her nipples became stiff peaks, exposed to the air. Her eyes met Sana’s as she licked her lips, “Don’t cover yourself, Princess. You’re so beautiful.”

“But you’re staring.” Tzuyu softly replied back as she kept her hands in place. Sana shook her head as she moved next to the table, caressing Tzuyu’s cheek.

“I’m staring because you’re just so unbelievably beautiful,” Tzuyu’s body flushed again, albeit redder this time, “Plus I need to get this whipped cream on you.” The younger’s eyes drifted up to see the bottle Sana was holding, she remembered the talk they had about food play a few months ago but she couldn’t really believe Sana had remembered but, hey, things happened and Tzuyu was just as excited as Sana to try new things out.

So with a bit of convincing kisses, Tzuyu gradually dropped her hands exposing herself to Sana, “There’s my beautiful girl.” Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel the need to cover herself again.

“Uh, why do you have to be so cheesy, Unnie?” Sana smirked.

“Well, I’m sorry that’s how you see the truth.” Tzuyu groaned, but it was short lived as Sana shook the bottle again, “Ready?” Tzuyu nodded as she placed her hands to her sides, closing her eyes. And with that Sana set to work, a smile gracing her lips.

She began at the base of Tzuyu’s breast, putting a single line of the cream to outline her perfect breasts, as she moved to the valley between them once again spraying a single line down the middle. She then switched directions and moved to the top as she made a swirl over the girl’s nipple to Tzuyu’s amusement. Sana looked up to admire her work as she moved down to the plains of Tzuyu’s tight stomach, but before she could lay out more cream Tzuyu spoke up, “Unnie?” Sana didn’t look up, only letting a, ‘Uh huh,’ Tzuyu contemplated whether to tell Sana or not but she already started, so she tried again, “Mommy.” That made the Japanese girl look up. “Mommy, the cream is melting.”

Sana, let a groan, “Seriously. Screw the snow and the heater. Let me clean you up, Princess.” Before Tzuyu could process what she had meant by that, Sana tongue had dived to her breast. The heat of Sana’s tongue on her flesh caused Tzuyu’s brain to short-circuit, she couldn’t believe Sana was actually licking the melted cream off of her.

But, just as the younger thought it couldn’t get any better, the elder moved up to her nipple blowing a quick stream of air which made the Taiwanese girl shiver before Sana took it into her mouth, suckling it. Tzuyu let out a gasp as her hand shot up to the back of Sana’s head, pressing her face closer to her chest. Sana quickly let the nipple out of her mouth as she ran her tongue over it, biting it slightly, which made Tzuyu moan and gasp, “Ahh. Mommy, not too hard.” The younger had let out a whimper when Sana bit particularly hard, abusing the tip.

“Sorry, Baby Girl. You’re just too irresistible.” Sana breathed as she moved up to Tzuyu’s mouth, kissing her. The older parted her lips, slipping her tongue out and running it along the younger’s bottom lip, silently asking for permission; which was granted to her when Tzuyu parted her lips allowing hers and Sana’s tongues to get to know each other, as they began a playful dance of dominance. Sana began to trail her hand up from Tzuyu’s stomach to her breast, massaging the supple flesh as she moved to pinch the girl’s rock hard nipple; lightly pulling and teasing it, causing the younger to groan against her mouth as they parted.

“M..Mommy,” Sana moved her lips away from Tzuyu’s as she looked down at the girl.

“What is it, Baby Girl?”

Tzuyu whined at her Unnie’s words, slightly rubbing her thighs together to try and alleviate the growing ache, “Please.” The Japanese girl cocked an eyebrow in confusion of what she meant, until Tzuyu grabbed Sana’s hand and trailed it down to her weeping core, “Please, Mommy. It..it hurts, it’s been too long.”

Sana smiles at her words, kissing her way down Tzuyu’s jawline, “Soon, Tzuyu-chan. Soon. I need to get something from the kitchen, first.” But before the maknae could protest Sana gave a hard rub over her clit, eliciting an out of character moan from Tzuyu as the elder stood up from the table and made her way towards the kitchen.

Tzuyu couldn’t help but pant when Sana left her, furling and unfurling her fists as she waited her Unnie’s return, “I swear she’ll be the death of me.” But her realization was short lived as Sana came back into the room, with a peculiar bear shaped bottle in hand. “Unnie, what even is that?”

Sana let out a small laugh, “It’s honey, Honey.” Tzuyu groaned at her words, throwing an arm over her eyes.

“Jeongyeon Unnie and Chaeyoungie are really getting to you.” Sana simply shrugged, as she opened the bottle’s cap and with a brief moment of hesitation, she turned it upside down and let gravity do the work for her. Before their eyes sweet, sweet honey began to flow out of the bottle, as it coated Tzuyu’s chest and breast she made sure to leave a healthy amount over her erect nipples before she moved to drizzle some over her tight stomach. Then Sana stopped as she flipped the bottle right side up, as she looked Tzuyu over.

“Are you okay with,” Sana gestured with her hand to the honey coating her body, “all this?” A moment of silence passed between the two before Tzuyu spoke up.

“Of course I’m okay with it, Mommy, I trust you.” Sana couldn’t help but smile as she placed a kiss to Tzuyu’s lips, careful as to not get any of the sugar sweet substance on herself as she pulled away and grabbed the bottle once again; she made her way down to her favorite part of Tzuyu (aside from her personal “honey pot”). The girl’s thick thighs didn’t go without a generous coating of the sticky liquid before the Japanese girl had thrown the bottle elsewhere in the room. As Sana couldn’t help but practically drool over the perfection in front of her, making the Taiwanese girl once again start squirming. “Please, Mom–“

Tzuyu couldn’t help the whimper that came out of her mouth when Sana moved her tongue over her breast, lapping up the honey that coated it. Eliciting a low groan from the girl below her as the warmth of her tongue sent sparks across her body, causing her hips to buck up slightly. “Patience, Tzuyu-ah. I’ll give you what you want, if you can be a good girl long enough for me to get there.” A smirk played on Sana’s lips as she eyed the younger girl, her tongue flicking out to lap up more of the honey coating her breasts. The Japanese girl let out an over-exaggerated moan as she savored the honey covering Tzuyu’s body.

The sound made it harder for Tzuyu to not cant her hips toward the older girl’s knee which was placed just out of reach of her aching core. A pout was visible on the maknae’s lips as her hands were balled into fists at her sides trying her best to not beg the older girl for more. Sana couldn’t help but internally smile as she watched Tzuyu struggle under her, taking in the way the younger’s breath would hitch every time she licked up more of the honey or how her thighs shook when her teeth grazed at the sensitive spot where her legs and hip met.

Sana enjoyed all of it, and by the looks of the wetness that was coating Tzuyu’s thighs, she did too. Speaking of that wetness, Sana knew she had drawn out her foreplay longer than the younger could probably handle at this point, so she decided that it was probably time to give the girl what she so desperately wanted. The Japanese girl trailed a few more kisses along Tzuyu’s inner thigh, slowly making her way closer and closer to where the younger girl needed her most. Where she’s been wanting her for the better part of a half-hour.

“You’ve been so good for me, Princess. Now let me give you your reward.” Sana’s tongue licked from the base of Tzuyu’s pussy, stopping as she swirled her tongue around her clit before sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth. The surge of pleasure causes the younger girl’s hips to rise off the table and buck into Sana’s mouth, chasing after the stimulation she’d been craving. A loud moan ripped out from Tzuyu’s throat as Sana stopped suckling her clit and inserted a finger into her pulsing entrance, making sure she was relaxed enough before sliding in a second finger to join the first as she pistoned into the tight heat that was, Chou Tzuyu.

Tzuyu cried out as Sana’s fingers slid through her wetness, testing her entrance before sliding deep inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sudden stretch, but she was slick and ready. All she felt was pleasure as Sana’s fingers hooked into her front wall. Each motion sent a sudden spike shooting through her core, and her shudders worsened as Sana surged on top of her. The sheer strength of each thrust rocked Tzuyu back and forth, causing her to slide across the mat, but she hardly noticed. She was completely at Sana’s mercy, covered by the hard, muscular heat of her body.

Once Sana started, it was clear she had no intention of stopping. Her strokes were rhythmic and insistent, and Tzuyu could do nothing but surrender. She buried her face in Sana’s shoulder, sinking her teeth into the cord of sweaty flesh, but the slight pain didn’t distract Sana from her goal. She remained as determined as ever, pumping in and out with such force that Tzuyu could barely breathe through it.

I’m going to come. It was an undeniable fact. Tzuyu knew there was no point in resisting, and yet, the thought of letting go was slightly terrifying. Thanks to Sana’s attentiveness and skill, she normally had no problem reaching her peak, but this time, she was rising at a rate completely outside her control. She feared she might not just let go of the tension building within her, but shatter completely. She was already on the verge of shaking to pieces, with only Sana’s weight atop her to keep her anchored.

Sana’s voice vibrated near Tzuyu’s cheek, a low and possessive growl. “So warm. Tight.” She added a third finger, grinding the heel of her hand into Tzuyu’s clit. “Gonna make you come.”

The certainty of those words made Tzuyu’s stomach twist into knots. She and Sana had spent several enjoyable months living together, learning everything about each other—including their bodies. But this? The intensity was staggering. Tzuyu had never experienced it before, not yet with Sana, not ever with anyone else. But…

Part of her wanted to let go, to find out what would happen. No, not just wanted—she needed it, with a desperation that she could scarcely process while Sana drove into her like an animal. Please . It started out as a thought, but quickly became a plea, one that spilled from Tzuyu’s lips over and over. “Please, please, please, Mommy, please…”

Sana didn’t slow down, but neither did she narrow her focus. She kept thrusting, relying on energy instead of precision, and the edge of her palm rubbed Tzuyu’s clit with every upward stroke. “Come for me,” she rasped beside Tzuyu’s ear, tugging the lobe between her teeth.

The slight pinch of pain was the beginning of the end. Tzuyu went rigid as a host of competing sensations collided within her—the deep, demanding pressure of Sana’s fingers, the elastic of her panties cutting into her flesh where they were stretched out of place, the wetness leaking down her legs. The flexing of Sana’s abdominal muscles against her belly overwhelmed her, as did the hot bursts of Sana’s breath against her neck. It all coalesced into one final push, spearheaded by the insistent flexing of Sana’s hand.

Tzuyu’s release was just as devastating as she had feared, and more wonderful than she could have hoped for. It sent fire coursing through her muscles and set her limbs to trembling. Her shudders were powerful, constant, uncontrollable, but the simple act of breathing was completely beyond her. The few gasps she managed turned into wailing cries, and those were swiftly swallowed by Sana’s mouth as the two of them found each other in a kiss.

Too much. It was all too much: Sana’s deep thrusts, the way Sana’s tongue swept through her mouth, the contractions that rippled through her core until she saw stars. She felt uncomfortably vulnerable, stripped bare in a way beyond the physical, and yet she couldn’t help yearning for more. She raked her nails down Sana’s back, bucking into each thrust. Her mind and heart were being pulled in several directions at once, but her body knew exactly what it needed.

By the time her orgasm faded to aftershocks, Tzuyu was panting and drenched in sweat. The table was a mess, and Sana’s fingers and forearm dripped with still more wetness. Although she didn’t have much coordination left, Tzuyu reached down to cup her hand over Sana’s, urging her to stay. Naked and raw as she was, Tzuyu couldn’t handle the thought of losing the fullness within her.

A soft smile played on Sana’s lips as she stared at the girl under her. She could feel how Tzuyu breathed in deep to catch her breath, finally opening her eyes to face Sana as brown met brown. A lazy smile decorating Tzuyu’s face as she tilted her head for Sana to kiss her.

A kiss that said more than any words they could have spoken in that moment. Sana trailed a hand up to Tzuyu’s shoulder as she ran a finger along her collarbone, noticing the marks she had left. “Not to ruin the moment, but we should probably clean up before the others come home and find us like this.”

The younger smiled, “They tease us all the time for all the things they think we do, so they shouldn’t be surprised to see us here.” Sana let out a small laugh as she shook her head.

“As fun as payback can be, if they find us like this they’re gonna burn this table and kick us out of the dorm.” Tzuyu pouted, as she wrapped her arms around Sana’s waist.

“Fine. I’ll be in the shower.” Sana rolled her eyes as she placed one more peck to Tzuyu’s lips as they got down from the table. The younger making her way to the bathroom, and Sana to the dorm’s cleaning supply cabinet.

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Steam filled the bathroom when Sana and Tzuyu finally stepped out of the shower, smiles on their faces as the older began drying her hair. They had heard the others come in as soon as they stepped out. But there seemed to be something Sana was forgetting.

That’s when Jihyo’s voice suddenly filled the dorm, “Who threw honey on the couch!” Both Tzuyu and Sana looked at each other with wide eyes as a similar thought crossed their mind.

“Back in the shower.”

[teampandawang]

 THE GHOST OF YOU 

By: Mow 

Genre: Angst 

Pairing: Johnny X Reader 

Description: All light has disappeared with him, all colors have turned shades of gray, but everything can start again, everything can be rebuilt, everything can come back to life. 

“Every corner is darker each time my eyes view in its direction. The wind gets colder and colder every time it touches my bared skin, making it cover in shivers as my tears dry in the middle of their way down my cheeks. The echo of your voice is stuck in my bedroom, banging on the walls, calling my name late at night when I'm still not able to sleep. The shape of your face is still on the surface of my pillow, which remains untouched after all, right above where my mattress feels the absence of your weight. She claims that our bed is incomplete, and there's nothing I can do to explain to it why... I never understood how it happened. 

But not only my room is sicking me out with questions about you. Is my bathroom, where an empty spot is all that is left of your colony, the one that used to be my favorite, the same I still find between the covers at dawn. Is my hallway, who stares back at me, at the same spot you used to. Is my kitchen, that yells at me for your food, the smell of your cooking still flying around in the air, mixing with the bitter scent of your last words, the ones still hanging in front of my door; your last goodbye written on the wood.

My entire place is filled with you; the memories of you that I can not let go. And how much I wish for them to become physical, for your presence to stop living just in my thoughts. I can tell that I might be asking for the impossible, but am I guilty for wanting my happiness back? 

The colors of my life: toneless. The rhythm of my harmonies: out of tune. The scent of my home: rotted. The feel of my sheets: rough.” 

You turned off your phone, the message to the unavailable number all sent. That one number you knew by memory, and you wished you could forget. You made a diary out of it; the journal of your bitter grief. Knowing well he would not answer. You did not know if he had changed it, if he threw it away the moment he left the house, but one thing was certain: he would never read them. 

He would never know what your feelings were, what your heart was suffering since his departure. Maybe, if he knew... he might come back, or that was what you wanted to think. 

It had been exactly two weeks since you last heard of him. A big truck came the morning after the farewell. They took everything he owned at, now only, your place and the emptiness had been reducing itself since then, still being too hard to handle though. 

You could hear the melody he used to play all over the house. The chords flowing between the air surrounding you at night, giving you the shelter your covers could not. 

Johnny had left with everything he gave you in the first place. The joy, the excitement, the peace; he took it all.  

It happened late night, a gray Monday, his first day of work after the tour he made with his members to the U.S.A. He came back around 11 pm, smelling like sweat and alcohol. He was angry, his blood was boiling, you could see it, you could feel it, you could smell the burning spreading from him. 

“Is everything okay?” You had asked him, standing from the couch where you had been waiting for him, the book that had your attention before the door had opened now forgotten above the fabric. He did not answer, he went straight to the bedroom without a word, without even a glance at you. “Johnny, are you okay?” You had tried again, walking all the way behind him, following carefully his steps. 

He had stopped in front of the closet, you could swear you heard a sigh coming out of him, so powerful that his lungs must have been left empty, his chest filled with nothing. He had started taking his things out of the wooden furniture. 

“Where are you going?” You had asked, fearful, anxiety washing over your body completely, unstoppable. “Johnny, answer me!” You yelled this time, expecting anything: a scream back, a glance, a turned over, but nothing was there for you. His figure had stood shakily, taking his clothes fast, rough, probably damaging some delicate pieces. 

You could not stand it, his silence, it was killing you. 

He had put everything inside his suitcase. Everything: his clothes, his toothbrush, his colony, his frames with the photos he loved the most, stopping right before taking in his hand the one you appeared on. He did not take that. He took the person in it, though, the person you were. 

“Johnny, Goddammit, don’t you there leaving this house without telling me a reason!” You screamed again. 

His body had stopped dead at your words, at your heartbreaking tone, at your cracking voice, at the wetness of your words, covered all in your tears. 

“I’m sorry.” He had said. Not looking at you, not moving, not nothing at all. “I’m so sorry.” Was all he had said. 

Then he had left, and he did not come back. 

The memories had been breaking your already broken pieces over and over again. You had tried to contact him, anywhere, multiple times, you had called, you had left text, everything until they stopped being received. You had decided then to vent all your feeling there, a therapy, or something similar to it. It had worked, honestly, you were feeling better since then. 

The sun had risen that day. It was fresh outside. The flowers were everywhere, the birds were singing passionately. You had forgotten the spectrum of the sunlight, the way the rays felt against the skin, the way the golden hour looked like over the scenery. 

Craving something more than the whiteness of your apartment's walls, you put on some bright clothes, the first ones since that night, and got out of the front door, decided to change everything, to end the grief there. 

The park was beautiful that day. The soft breeze was lying on your skin softly, kissing it tenderly. The smell was sublime, the perfect mix of sweet flowers, of nature’s scent. 

You took sit above the padded grass, at the border of a pond filled with ducks, fishes, insects. It was full of life, the same you felt you had lost but was now returning to you, feeding you with its beauty. 

You heard a whimper behind you, a broken call. Before you could turn your head you heard a cry that shook your spine, the deadly feeling coming back to you for just a second. Your heartbeat fast before stopping altogether. 

“Johnny.” You whispered, breathless, choking with the knot that had formed in your throat. 

He was knelt down, his hands trying to support his weight. His mouth was moving but the words all drowned in his sobs. It was a wrecking image, it was wrecked Johnny, one you have never seen before, one you never thought you would see, yet there he was. 

“I’m sorry.” He cried out with the entirety of his efforts. “I-” He began but it was just impossible, it was just too much pain, too much sorrow, too much to handle right now. 

So much that you just cried too, you let out everything. Kneeling in front of him, crying with him, suffering beside him, it was better, somehow, it felt better, it felt warm. The loneliness had left. 

You calmed down after a while and sat right there, waiting for him to do the same. You took his hand in your, caressing it softly, remembering what the weight of it used to mean,  how his skin used to feel, how his scent used to smell. Now everything was back, the touch was real, the colony was fresh, the vision of him was true, was physical. 

You walked him home, to your home, as he had asked you to do. He could not stop crying, he could not calm down, but his grip on you was hard, was desperate, as if you would disappear if he let go, as if you would just vanish in his hands if he did not grab you hard enough, firmly enough. It did not hurt though. 

He was there, he was explaining to you everything, he was filling the blank spaces, he was redeeming himself, he was being honest, he was showing you his soul, he was... doing just what had been right since the beginning. You gave him the time, you gave him the chance, not regretting it at all, not now, not ever.

There was something clear in all of this disaster. He never wanted to leave you, and he will never do it again.  

The ghost in your house had vanished, the dream of him back to you. 

[thedovahcat]

Wildstar: Three Curtains to Close

Until I come up with more things for all my characters to do! This isn’t goodbye! Otherwise these were just some writings I brewed up earlier this afternoon while at work. I’m sure they’ll be up to MANY many more shenanigans in no time.

Kinda takes the edge off.

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Roger always said the sky looked like Zzazzberry yogurt swirled around into a pink, orange and purple whirlpool of colors on the TV. And frankly, Walker was inclined to agree with him. Normally, he always had the skylot set to a sunny, clear day so the plants in the garden wouldn’t suffer too terribly to a sudden climate shift. Today however, for one reason or another, he decided to deactivate it so that they could see the real sky. And it was just as Roger described. Warm colors in multiple shades all mixed into one gradient, dotted with big puffy clouds and faint sparkling stars the higher you looked up into the darkening sky. Normally, lowering any sort of wall or barrier or defense left the botanist extremely uneasy, but he felt differently today. He felt...ok. Not great. But not terrible. Roger seemed to be enjoying it, blowing bubbles into an oncoming gust of wind every time one would pass through. Walker told him to stay close. Just incase the wind got so strong that it’d carry him right off the skylot (not that it would, but you never can be too certain.) The equivars were allowed out of their pen to eat some of the overgrown grass that had filled in all the muddy patches on the property. Roger would go over to them every so often and blow bubbles on them, getting a kick out of the whole thing every time their ears twitched at the popping soap suds. Bell would turn away pinning her ears flat while Pepper merely stood still and took it, unbothered and with a mouth full of plant matter. Walker sat on the porch, keeping a close eye on everything that boy was doing. His expression softened every so often though. That kid had come far since they first met. Scared and shivering in a corner, bunched up into a little ball in the back of the ship while Walker snapped at him and asked him why he was so strange and troublesome to deal with. And how he didn't have time, and how could Neil do this to him. He was wrong of course. Over time he learned Roger was simply Roger. And no matter how he got to be the way he was, that was it. Even just thinking about it made him cringe and then laugh nervously to himself. He'd never dream of acting like that towards him now. Never. It happened once but that was a mistake. A big mistake. Never again. Bell stamped her hoof into the dirt and gave Roger a warning grunt to stop with the bubbles. Walker looked up from his very short trance. "Roger- leave her alone. She doesn't like that!" He called out, standing up automatically, but refraining from going over there. Roger could move. He didn't need to. He kept telling himself. Roger looked over his shoulder and back at Bell before moving away from her, only to go messing with poor Pepper again. "Er- Roger? Why don't you come over here- sit with me?" Walker anxiously asked. "Oh...why? Ok I guess." The botanist breathed a sigh of relief, and Roger came bumbling on over. Jacquemont looked up from his scanning in the garden, blooping loudly before finishing up and racing over to the porch, leaving a little trail of glowing blue rings behind him. As soon as Roger saw the little bee-bot he yanked him out of the air the way he always did and plunked down right next to Walker on the porch. "Hey Walker?" "Yes?" "Why's the sun red? It's supposed to be yellow." Walker squinted and glanced off to the side where the sun was indeed setting for the evening. "..Well... there are...uhm...-" He scratched at one of his ears. "Oh you know...the sun gets tired when the day is over. So it uh, dims. And then it's night." What a lie. But Roger wouldn't ever understand nor remember why, so it didn't matter anyway. "REALLY?! Wow I'd sure be tired if I had to glow all day... and hot..." Walker chuckled quietly. "It would be hard, yes." "Hey Walker?" "Yes Roger?" "Why're we outside?" Walker shifted and turned towards him, automatically reaching over and picking the kid up and plopping him down on his knee. "You wanted to blow bubbles and bother Bell and Pepper, remember?" "I did? ...huh." Roger had no recollection. He turned his attention back down to Jacquemont, who's antenna blinked on and off a few times as he folded his little wings back against his body. "Hey, Walker?" "Yes Roger," "I think the sky looks really pretty. The sun's red though. Isn't it supposed to be yellow? Why's it turn red like that?" "The sun is very tired Roger." "Oh. Well. I'd be really tired too." "You don't seem to be so right now. Are you sleepy?" Roger shook his head. "No." "That's good." They sat there for about a minute in silence, when Walker spoke again. "You know. When dinner's ready, we have some leftover cake from Yevgeniy's wedding. Would you like so-" "CAKE? We have CAKE? We NEVER have cake!! Yes!!" Roger rocketed back onto his feet, absolutely beaming. Jacquemont got tossed into the air but managed to right himself again mid-fall. "Walker I want cake!!" He didn't care where or who it came from. He certainly didn't know anyone named Yevgeniy. (Remember more like.) "J-just a small piece. You know you can't have a lot of sugar." Walker made sure he knew that much. Still... it was a good day today. Roger could have a little piece and be all right. "Come on. Let's go inside and wash our hands." "Ok! Walker!!! We've never had cake!!" Roger bounced onto the steps and raced on ahead back into the house. "W-WIPE YOUR SHOES!!-" Ok. That part was very much so Walker's fault. He'd admit it.

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A long line of drool trailed out of Yaedra’s mouth as the loud stomping down below on the first floor disturbed his sleep.

Roger…

He opened his eyes, and they practically crackled like they’d been glued shut for hours. He’d been asleep all day long, judging by the time on the clock. How had that ha- oh yes. The wedding. He forgot how much he drank. Walker took him home and then they’d both passed out (after a little-)

He wanted to die. Slowly, he flopped over so that he was face up, staring at the ceiling, listening to the air conditioner kick on, making the vents rattle.

Dinner… dinner was done. He could smell it. That was what got him up on his feet again. Before he even made it out of the bedroom though he took a detour into the bathroom to brush his teeth. At least. Walker wouldn’t let him hear the end of it otherwise.

The previous evening’s events still made him feel strange, about a lot of things. He wasn’t sure why.

Mischa and that stupid janitor finally scraped up enough money for a decent yet very small, very private wedding. Yev’s mailman friend cooked a lot of food, Yaedra brought his violin with him and offered to play something at the very least. Walker came and brought Roger with him, so he certainly didn’t stay very long. The Aurin doctor Mara had come by with gifts, even though she had enough bags under her eyes to share with practically everyone. And they had been able to find a priest to make the whole thing official.

The only thing that had been missing were the masks. They were the most expensive things on the list. So much so they sacrificed going someplace nice and instead held the ceremony on Mischa’s ship’s front lawn.

The two had been so tired of waiting and saving. They had wanted to just get it over with.

Yaedra, being Yaedra, couldn’t let it go. Of course. He took it upon himself to make the masks for them, unbeknownst to them.

The first attempts were positively abysmal. And he had to pound Yev with his fists more than once to sneakily get facial measurements in whatever dents he could make. Over time and with a bit of help from an old friend, he managed to produce something decent.

Yevgeniy was given a mask that was split down the middle. One half of the face smiling brightly, the other, a powerful frown. The symbol of the theater, drama and comedy. He’d lived his whole life there prior to the Contagion. It made sense. And while he accepted the gift warily, he loved it. Mischa hesitantly accepted it and was grateful as well.

For his own son, Yaedra had no idea initially, as he’d never planned on doing anything like this. Until he remembered…

The mask he presented to Mischa was a black wolf’s mask, very similar in style to the Zmeyan Dance Troupe’s own all those years ago. A dream long forgotten.

Mischa burst into tears at the sight of it. And he wore it proudly. That much made Yaedra almost literally buzz with joy. He had been afraid that Mischa wouldn’t have liked it. But he did.

And now he was married.

….Now what.

He spit out a mouthful of toothpaste and shut the faucet off, grabbing a pair of clean pants off the rack, absolutely starving.

When he finally came downstairs (looking presentable), he paused and listened to Walker talking on a voice chat with someone off to the side.

“Please, if you can get the reports in by the morning-... well. If you cannot, that’s fine… but the sooner we have them the better.”

“I’ll.. I should have them.” Walker answered hesitantly.

“Good… good… very well. Good evening.”

Yaedra recognized that voice. It was that doctor, Walker’s boss- what’s his name’s son- the McPhearson boy-now-old-man. At least he hadn’t been harassing the botanist anymore. That was one worry they could all put behind them.

Walker sighed and set his datachron back onto the shelf and went back to the kitchen where Roger was eating his dinner. He looked up once Yaedra decided to reveal himself and smiled faintly. “Good morning.”

It was NOT morning. Not in the least. Yaedra snorted at him in greeting as he came to the island and sat himself down a chair away from Roger and his noodles.

“Did you sleep well?”

Yaedra made a so-so motion.

“I see. Well there are some noodles here if you want any… are you going out tonight?” Walker asked as he brought the captain a bowl of food.

Yaedra dug into the food immediately. When he had a mouthful, he glanced up. “I have to go to the inn today.”

Walker raised a brow. “The i- what-” Oh, that’s right. The Badaxe Inn in Algoroc. Yaedra’s friend lived there. “OH, oh. Why??”

The captain inhaled the food in record time before getting back up and taking his bowl to the sink to wash it (along with the stool.) “Some fool has said he can play better than I. I will not stand for it.” He explained, ears pinning back in annoyance.

“I was wondering why you had left your violin case down here… well uh- have...fun?” He had no idea what Yaedra was going to get up to. Scratch that- he didn’t WANT to know.

“Once I destroy the fool at his own game, drink and be merry with Mei and her family and also destroy Ranavos for good measure, I will return to you so that we may also celebrate my impending victory and also drink and ‘make merry’.”

Walker’s ears flushed bright pink in a matter of moments. “OH- uh- hh...haha ..y-yes we...we can do that.”

Roger looked back and forth between the two. Yaedra always did weird movements with his hands that Walker seemed to understand. It was strange.

Yaedra nodded in confirmation as he wiped his hands off on a dish towel, moving towards the foyer area to collect his violin. Walker came and opened the door for him before being yanked down roughly for a hard kiss.

“You remembered to brush!”

“I will be back my love.”

“Yes, Sevka, of course.”

And so Yaedra went on his way, one hand in his pocket as he marched on to the teleporter that would take him to the world below.

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“Anyway this tea is to DIE for Dr. McPhearson- I saved some of it for you- Razalie managed to find it somewhere at a stand all the way out there in Levian Bay- don’t know how she got it but-” Mara seemed to be in a chipper mood rather than miserably anxious and tired. She was darting back and forth, cleaning up a few things before she was to leave.

Neil ran a hand down his face, and even that much hurt to do. He glanced down at the tea, really unsure of it. But it smelled fragrant. Hopefully it wasn’t poisoned. All his medicine was laid out next to it nice and straight too.

“Riveting- you can leave now you know- this place is already as clean as it will ever be.” He hardly spent time in his apartment on the ark ship as it was. They finally docked the Gambler’s Ruin on the ground a few months ago, right outside of the now-even-more-bustling Thayd. While he missed the stars and view of space just a little, having the main XAS headquarters and staff accessible from the ground was a good thing.

Mara’s tail stood straight up and poofed out in alarm. “I mean! Haha just- tidying up a few things! I can go now though, sorry!!”

“Not to worry. See you tomorrow. Doctor.” The old man smirked as the aurin gave a sharp EEEE of excitement at the title alone. He knew how hard she worked for that. She was completely ecstatic and had been for weeks now.

Once she had gone, he peered back down at the tray in front of him with the hot tea and pills.

“Lovely dinner.” He muttered, getting up and walking over towards the viewport he had, bones aching with every step. He was lucky to have one at all actually. Most people didn’t. Something about safety.

Outside he could see the walls of the occupied Osun city, and all the people coming in and out of it. He never thought he’d ever see something like it. Something normal that was only ever really seen on TV or read in books.

With the Entity and Drusera finally being seperated and the former purged (to his knowledge anyway), the Strain was eventually wrestled into control by both factions. Much of Grimvault was burned and lost in the process, but it was already showing signs of healing, perhaps due to the large amounts of exanite in the area. Nobody really knew for certain, yet.

As for the Dominion and the Exiles? Their fighting had slowed down considerably, after large portions of their forces has been wiped out by the Eldan experiment gone mad. It was generally safer to go out and explore for everyone these days. Though, no mentions of a treaty or anything quite like it yet. Just a tense and semi-uneasy silence while both factions inevitably built up their forces yet again.

The cycle would in all likelihood, continue.

Though of course, there were always some trying to bridge the gap between them both. Neil hardly knew whether to admire them or think them to be fools.

What did it matter to some old rowsdower like him though? He wouldn’t be around for all the nonsense on the years to come anyway.

He let out a wheezing cough.

Walker had been getting worried every time he called him. Neil found it to be more than odd, considering their volatile history, but he wouldn’t say anything about it. Not now.

A picture frame sat nearby on a shelf. He went over to it, picking it up and switching it on.

“...Hm. I believe you would have absolutely adored Nexus. Without a doubt.” He spoke out loud to himself.

“If only you’d hung on just a short while longer.”

Neil knew how sick his father was at the time. Right before Dorian Walker had located the planet Nexus. They’d all been really excited about finding a home at long last. Not everyone made it of course. That was the risk. One they were forced in to.

From another room came Asclepius, hovering and making some droning sound before catching sight of Neil and quickly zipping over to him.

“Hey hey WOAH I ain’t done with ya-” Hermes shot out of the same place and rammed into the first scanbot from behind.

Neil looked over his shoulder, before wincing. Ow...neck… too fast…

“What’s up kid what’s out there?” Hermes asked, floating up to the window.

Neil sucked in a breath. “Nothing.”

Asclepius’ eye scanned around, locking onto the picture frame. “Remembering.” He said in a flat, monotone computer voice.

“Oh cool what are we remembering? Remember that one time I had my scanners activated and there had been a Dommie spy onboard an-”

“Not that.” Neil grunted, taking the frame with him back to the edge of the bed. He needed to sit down.

“Oh. Well WHAT the- ….oh. That.”

“Yes. That. Settle down already.”

“Well gee sooorrry.” Hermes rolled his entire body with the words to simulate human expression. Once the bots both settled down, they hovered on to the empty side of the bed and dropped down onto it. For once, not killing each other.

“..I miss that kid sometimes.”

“Simulating: nostalgia.”

“Yer a real fuckin’ hoot still.”

“Counter: Subject remains designated as liability.”

“Yeah well FUCK YOU too!!!!”

Neil ignored them and sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with a hand. Everything hurt. And he was so tired. Not just from today.

So very tired.

The bots settled down again shortly afterwards, picking up on whatever was going on somehow.

“...Hey uh… so… so how’s that successor dude you got lined up?” Hermes asked.

“Fine. He’ll do well.”

“Statement: Retirement announcement scheduled in thirty-five hours, seventeen minutes and-”

Hermes spoke over Asclepius. “Yeah yeah rustbucket. And huh, guess I’ll hafta meet the new guy then. Ya gotta introduce me.”

Neil gave Hermes a side glance. Would he subject the new doctor to this… these terrors? Absolutely.

“Maybe in the morning.”

“Ahuh. Well take yer meds and get some shut eye then. Look like yer fallin’ apart.”

“Because I am.”

“Uhuh. Typical human excuse!” Hermes floated back up into the air, hovering off and back into another part of the apartment to do who knew what.

Asclepius’ three eyes fixated on Neil.

“Anomaly detected: neurological chemical imbalance. Inquiry: Do you require assistance?”

“No.”

“Acknowledged.”

Neil sighed and took the teacup and his medicine. It had little purple flowers painted on it (the cup that is.)

Two and a half more days.

The thought of retirement seemed so gross right now.

[arts-butthound]

Sense and Salarian ability, chpt 4

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22537765/chapters/64412392

He drifted home to a planet far away from the Citadel; where the grass grew high and he and his brothers would come home after a day of play, smelling of clay and tropical pollen. The smell of jungle plants seeped into the humidity of the air and rich, moist soil conformed to the feet. Lau could almost feel and smell the sunshine of Nasurn … Damn. This herbal mixture was everything that the asari vendor had said it would be! He sunk lower into the deep trench of the tub, water tickling the muscles in his head. He breathed in the arid spice and wished it were possible to stay here in the water, time easing to a standstill, for the rest of the day.

He’d been in the tub all morning, finally able to steal a few hours to rehydrate his porous skin. The recycled air of the Citadel tended to lean towards the dry side and long, frequent bathes had become necessary since moving here to run the gallery.

It was now nearly noon, standard station time, and the world outside of the bathroom called. He had obligations to attend to and a certain asari to appease. He heaved himself lazily from the tub.

             Inside the apartment, his strict habits were as uniform as his decorating-dealing in sharp corners and absolutes. Get out of the tub. Facial moisturizer. Body moisturizer. Horn oil. Eye drops. Get dressed. Straighten up the bathroom. Turn on the venting fan. Then it was off to the kitchen for a quick cup of tea and a small amount of nutrient paste. As he ate, Lau didn’t taste a thing. The man ran on auto-pilot, watching the clock, stealing minutes for himself. He had to be sure to only take what could reasonably be excused away.

             Eramanthe had only thought to invite him to the Art Museum at the last moment, yet had the gall to say it would mean ‘so so much’ if he showed up. He couldn’t decide if it was because the museum had borrowed a piece from her two hundreds and she wanted a visible excuse to avoid it or if it was that she was asked to be a speaker, but she was excited none the less.

Five minutes stolen.

Lau knew she had other friends to bother about this kind of thing. She hadn’t given him time to reasonably ‘think on it’ before he had to tell her ‘no’ on the pretense of pretending to be busy. Somehow the woman thought that inviting him just yesterday evening was practical. Lau had been in the middle of dinner. He had looked forward to doing absolutely nothing today.  He shambled about the apartment, deciding now was the perfect time to straighten sofa cushions in the living room.

Seven minutes.

“Never should have answered that call.” The salarian grumbled under his breath. He took a lint roller to his shirt, his keen eyes and hands zipping over stray bits of fuzz that stubbornly held to the fabric. A beige dress-shirt with a built-in abdominal guard and quarter rolled sleeves. Black pants. Newly polished boots. Gloves that reached just to the edge of his palm-a gift from his sister and apparently the current style at home.

Nine minutes.

             Lau ruefully locked up his apartment and walked to the closest rapid transit port. Fifteen minutes on the dot. The alarm on his omni-tool began to ring as he punched his destination into the terminal. Precisely on time. In this way, he could easily blame traffic on his tardiness, explaining to Eramanthe how there was a decent wait for a cab and how traffic had been bad at a certain intersection.

             He enjoyed that RT cabs didn’t need real people to drive. As annoying as her portals could be, cabs operated by an Avina module were a god-send to the socially averse. Only tell her where you needed to be and then enjoy the quiet while you could.

             On the annual occasion, The Ambei’on Museum of Culture and Art would open its doors to the public free of charge-claiming to want to spread a celebration of diversity in the galaxy. Parents often brought bored children, who ran around with heinous abandon. College students would come with sketch books in hand to study form. Art collectors would walk about, admiring and hunting for prestigious artists they had yet to purchase a piece from. Lau stood outside the front doors, staring up at the event banner.

Inside, the halls and amphitheater were abuzz with excitement and the garbled conversations of dozens of groups as they wandered about. This year the museum had welcomed in some of the most prominent works from the human race into their collection. Human artists and tour guides stood by pieces, grandly speaking of the history and importance of their assigned station. As Lau walked through the building towards the Asari wing, he made a mental note to make the trip here another time to look at what human art had to offer. He’d caught glimpses of works in passing, and though one of the more ugly species in the galaxy, human artists seemed to have a similar grip with the asari on universal form. Even if their painted colors were muddied at first glance.

As a college student, Lau had once thought his work would end up in a museum like this. He smiled to himself and shook his head at youthful folly. So few artists among the millions were actually purchased by museums; or were considered influential enough to be remembered in grand halls. Eramanthe had been at the game for three centuries. Now in her four-hundreds, she was bound to have at least one piece in a museum or another.

“Lau! Hey!” Lau focused ahead of him as Eramanthe waved, shouting to gain his attention in one of the most earnest, undignified manners. He half smiled, waving back at her as he walked. “I’m so glad you could finally make it!”

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. Traffic got bad at-”

“Oh I don’t care about that!” Eramanthe waved off his feigned concern. “I’m just glad you showed up! I was sure you were going to tell me to bugger off when I called last night.” Her voice bounced with glee, Eramanthe’s smile curling around her cheeks as she took Lau arm in arm and began to walk.

“Bugger off?” Lau gave her a strange look. “Is that new slang you picked up somewhere?”

“It’s a human expression I learned recently while out people watching!” She took her free hand and waved it in front of them-as if she were relating to him something regal. “It means to hit the road! Get lost! Go away!” Lau made a small humming sound, shook his head. “Well I liked it!” Eramanthe defended, turning up her nose playfully. “Eighteen years of their being in space and I’m still learning so much about the species.”

“Only you would consider slang as educational.” Lau answered flatly, scratching the beneath of his jaw.

“You smell really nice today. You wearing a new cologne?”

They walked together companionably for a while, Eramanthe blathering on about some of the artists being displayed-how she’d like to meet and collaborate with them. Lau kept a constant eye out for business partners of his family. A hand full of them lived on the Citadel as well.  If he had to deal with the business aspect of his life today, Lau was sure that he’d end up on the evening news under the banner “Salarian Nerves Break.” Or “Frog-Man Gone Wild!” He wasn’t even entirely sure what a frog was.

The Grand Hall was a wide long room that was saved for sculptures of all sizes-those that ranged on the smaller side were presented closer to the walls, allowing for larger sculptures to breathe on the open floor. The best of every species creators were featured here in stone and sand, wood and clay, metal and waylaid junk. The room had the comforting smells of fresh floor polish and aging materials. The two would point out pieces that caught their fancy and stop to discuss it for a moment.  Move on to the next piece.

Eramanthe stopped and pointed out a sculpture that froze Lau's breath into a tight ball inside his throat. It was radiant. It was powerful. Abstract metal spikes, not quite connected, depicted the mighty and solid form of the turian people. When viewed at a distance, it was everything the turian hierarchy was known for. However, as the viewer grew closer to the piece and circled about, the more gapes appeared in the polished metal. In the center of this behemoth, made of softer curves and wood, was a form that knelt on bended knees and clutching at its head and shoulders heaved up around the cowl. The wood could have been visually appealing, but large gouges had been taken from the form-its surface was splintered and scratched.

It was perfect…everything here had to be placed just so. The execution was flawless. It was one of those pieces that dared you to reach out to feel the reality of its existence. Lau resisted this urge, of course. He wasn’t an animal. But it was there none the less.  The corner of his mouth threatened to twitch, to become an awed sense of wonder and respect. Maybe he could get the artist to contribute to the gallery…maybe the gallery could afford to commission a piece for permanent display!

“Caius Olymlin.” Eramanthe read the artist plaque. Lau turned jaggedly to face her. The crazy bastard was already in museums? So soon?  He looked back up at the piece. The space between years became tangible in front of Lau’s eyes. He hadn’t ever thought Caius capable of such complexity-

So careless. So reckless. The light catches his plates as he laughs, shining mercury. Surrounded by others, magnetic. Despised by the teachers around him. Despised by me. He plays more than he studies. His work is safe forms, passing grades. If he doesn’t take this seriously, why is he here?

-He’d always had great talent, but such discipline? He’d grown so much as an artist. “Goddess! Lau, get the load of this! He made this right out of college! That’s just not fair.”

Of-fucking-course he did.

             The enchantment died in Lau’s eyes, his aloof scowl returning. Taking two steps from the sculpture, Lau’s boots clicked against the wooden floor when he returned to Eramanthe’s side. “You don’t say.” He droned, briefly glancing at the plaque. “Well, some have the eye at a young age. Shall we go on to your piece?”

“Ah-we don’t need to do that.” Eramanthe waved off the idea, smiling uncomfortably. “It’s just from the Athame series. I really don’t need to see those…ever again.”

Lau smirked, shaking his head at her. Artists and their inexplicable need to distance themselves from old works would forever be funny. Lau gestured forward as Eramanthe took his arm once more and they left Olymlin’s reputation behind without a second glance…barely.

             In his desperation to put distance between him and the sculpture, Lau allowed Eramanthe to take the lead as they walked through the rest of the grand hall and through other bits of the museum. He teased Eramanthe-threatened to drag her toward “Athame in Water-Light” for ‘the culture’ and ‘the pride’ in his friend for having a piece of art in a gig like this!

“So, when is Zejaa’s Dala’Sian?” Eramanthe asked, trying to subtly turn the two away from her sculpture’s location. Subtlety was never her strong suit.

“A little more than nine months. Big parties like that take time to get together.” Lau shrugged. “Client’s need to make time on their schedules, family circles need to be notified to send their leading member. Etcetera.”

“Goddess.  I’ll never understand why it takes you guys so long to officially put someone in office. She’s been Dalatrass for what? A year and a half already?”

“Acting Dalatrass, Era.” Lau pointed out. He pushed her gently with his shoulder, which only served to make the both of them sway slightly. “Completely different set of forms and treaties. There is the proper mourning period to consider, after all.”  All these years of closely working within a salarian dynasty and she still cared to know so little about whom she dealt with. Some prideful part of Lau chose to guffaw at Eramanthe’s perceived audacity.

“And some of you still wonder why Illicei turned down the job. So damn fussy-” Eramanthe’s attention was suddenly called away by a museum attendant and a group of guests, waiting around with eager eyes. She’d be back in a few moments.

Lau took the chance to sit on a bench and assume a distant gaze. He barely remembered anything about his grandmother. He’d been too young when she’d passed on to the next circle. He only knew her from what he’d heard. What he heard was she’d been one of the most willful ohm’re in his family in recent memory.  Eramanthe seemed to look back on her fondly enough. But then, she liked most everyone. His mother, Illicei’s daughter, looked back on his grandmother with more embarrassment and distance. She suggested to his clutch of ten that they do the same.

He stretched his fingers against the fabric of his pants. Tension he hadn’t been aware of eased out of the digits as the white noise of the museum visitors hummed off of the walls. Today wasn’t completely intolerable. Maybe he’d grab some lunch with Eramanthe before walking home. Lau’s favorite food vendor, an arthritic old salarian, was near here. Lau, being one who generally didn’t enjoy cooking, figured he’d treat himself and buy enough to have for dinner later.

“So-” Eramanthe reappeared, waking Lau from his train of thought. “It looks like I’m a little late for a talk I’m supposed to give. It’s for a bunch of kids and their parents. I’ll only like fifteen or so minutes…”she planted her hands on his shoulders and patted them. “Stay! I’ll bring back some wine for us!” Gone again before Lau could blink. How did a woman with such short legs move so fast? One would think she were more rubber than a salarian whelp.

Now alone, he was able to take in the room fully. The colors of clothes against the multicolored stone blurred and lurched. Then his eyes glanced over a ghost in the crowd that made his chest heave with a heavy groan. The duct rat girl.

Damn the gods.

The girl stood still among the crowd, strange faces passing her by without seeing. But Lau saw her, much to his discomfort. He’d never seen one stranger so often. There was an entire ward, an entire station, of people between them and yet he saw her more and more often. A stranger is supposed to have the decency to go away after a brief encounter.

Despite Lau’s staring, she had yet to see him. Though still dirty and unkempt, her eyes were placid, her face blank as she stared up at a jagged red stone statue.

It was her hands that caught the flick of his gaze. How, though glued to her sides, they moved and caressed imaginary forms. Lau blinked a few times. He analyzed. She wasn’t touching it, though her fingers were ravenous. If Lau had to guess, he’d think…was she tracing the object of her hands attention. It was just an old krogan statue, crudely carved a millennium ago. It wasn’t an attractive thing by any means. Even the face had corroded over time. More or less, it had probably been donated by some collector as a possible tax write off. Or perhaps found by an archeologist before the krogan’s had become an isolationist nation on Tuchanka. Cultural history, perhaps. But art history?

The girl’s eyes roved over it, though. She looked for something that his, admittedly biased world view, could not reach. She’d looked at his worthless scrap too…his horns burned slightly.  Obviously she had yet to learn how to look at anything worthwhile. For now she wielded misguided eyes.

He considered her.

He considered his options.

He considered how much he was potentially going to regret this.

“You know, I never did get the… opportunity to thank you, properly. For returning the sculpture you broke, that is.” Lau cleared his voice appearing at her backside.  

Her shoulders bounced up around her neck, her hands immediately flinched into little claws. A slight gasp that could count almost as a strangled screech. Well…he hadn’t meant to scare her so.

Lau looked to the statue she’d been so enamored with. He wore a false smile, shifting his weight from foot to foot almost imperceptibly.  “It was unexpected.  I apologize for my anger then. I was certain you had come back to rob me. Not return a repaired sculpture.” Should he tell her that it was admirable? He probably shouldn’t. The right thing was done and it would be repetitive to say more.

The human didn’t say anything. How awkward. She just glanced at him with those piercing eyes over and over again. Looked from her shoes to him; back to her shoes. Back to him. She nodded, swallowing. Lau began to reconsider his decision to come over here. “Your school teacher should be praised. They’ve done a fine job teaching you at an introductory level of clay work. Eramanthe, my asari friend, wouldn’t shut up about how pleased she was at your repairs.” He wondered if he sounded friendly enough? Should he try better eye contact? The two stood, shoulder to hip, as still as the stone in front of them.

“Was….was it her sculpture?” She squeaked. Finally!

“Er, no. Someone else’s.”

More quiet between them. What had been so fascinating to her about this krogan rock?

“I don’t…go…to school.” The girl wrung the hem of her shirt repeatedly.

Lau looked down at her with offended surprise. ‘I suppose that explains her lack of manners before.’ he thought to himself. “But, where did you learn to fix that, without anyone to teach you?”

She shrugged, looking down and rolling her open palms. “I dunno. I followed the wire…it looked right?”

Right. The base armatures. He’d momentarily forgotten those were in there. “Tell me” he cleared his throat, looking back towards the broken immortalized krogan, “I noticed you were looking at this. What catches your eye?”

“It’s pretty. You can see where it got hurt. It feels nice, the edges-I didn’t touch it!” She clarified, fiddling with her hands when Lau shot her an incredulous glare. “I-imagined- it feels strong. That’s all. How it looks, I mean. It’s still got a lot of sharp parts in it- on it. That he doesn’t have a face…feels comfortable? Like he could be…I dunno. I just…like it. I guess.”

“You were staring at it rather hard to simply ‘like’ it. And what about your hands? You were-”

“I didn’t touch it! I swear. They just do that when I…look…at pretty things.” Her cheeks burned red, and her brows knit together. Lau watched as she knotted her fingers behind her back. He took a deep breath.

“It’s a texture thing, isn’t it?” He smiled at her. A small smile! Only to say he understood. There were things in life, when they lay in your hands, that made a person feel like comfortably vibrating. Or those things made them feel at a standstill, complete in their focus. “Understandable. Plenty of people have that and just don’t notice the need as keenly as others.” Her eyes grew to the size of small moons. “I suppose if you’re looking for texture, krogan art is a good place to seek it out-”

“Whazza difference?”

“Excuse me?”

“The difference. I mean, krogan art-isn’t all art the same? No matter who makes it?”

“A decent question, I suppose.” Lau shrugged and crossed his arms. “Different species have different needs of the senses, and scope of emotion. As an example, asari artists tend to work with soft, gentle curves. Classy and refined. Whereas krogans don’t seem to edit themselves, leading to the edges. No forethought, no planning. Just straight into it and getting a rather rough looking final product, but there’s honesty to it…if often a jaded honesty. An artist is only limited by their imagination, but their culture and environment do color their tastes and styles. To say all art is ‘the same’ is insulting to the works. Not to mention rude.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be.”  The cageyness in her eyes had dulled some. She looked at the statue again, a small smile gracing her features. “I wanna do that when I grow up.” She said, nearly under her breath; more to the air around her than to him or anyone else.

Lau scoffed, “You could certainly pick better points of inspiration to base that off of.  This piece of junk is more than likely here as appeasement. Even if you do have an affinity for krogan art, there are better examples.” He looked down at her, an unsure knot forming at the base of his gut. “What did you say your name was, earlier? I don’t believe I caught it.”

“Tegan.”

He nodded. “You may call me Ropon.” What could Lau say next? He knew, but part of him was still uncomfortable. It was a complete disaster last time. But…everything he’d been trained to believe seemed to stand in front of him. Some have the eye at a young age. Lau looked at her in earnest. “You-If you’d like to actually learn a bit about sculpting, I’d consider…having you back at the gallery for a few lessons.”

The duct ra…Tegan’s mouth dropped open and she gapped at him like a fish- eyes all a twinkle. He straightened his posture and folded his arms behind his back. “You’ll have to work for me though, in exchange. I’m not just handing out a free ride. Cleaning will have to suffice until I find a way to make you more useful.”

“YESSIR!”

Sudden. Irritating. “No need to shout.” He hushed, looking about them as others curiously looked in their direction. They soon lost interest. “Show up late morning tomorrow.  Ten to Eleven, preferably. Once the work is done, I’ll see where I need to start with you.”

Tegan bit her lower lip, jaw trembling with excitement as she continually nodded. Lau was surprised she wasn’t making herself dizzy like that. That kind of enthusiasm…Lau was almost jealous. He scanned the room for an approaching Eramanthe. Wishing for escape. Needing the wine she’d promised to return with. Tegan continued to stare at him eagerly, her smile a ‘u’ of excitement. It made him uncomfortable-like trying to humor nieces and nephews that were a year old. He cleared his throat. “Yes, well…I have other things I need to be doing today. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow.”

If running away from a child could in any way look dignified, Lau would have done so. Instead, he turned on heel and walked away with his back straight and arms still folded behind him…desperately wanting booze.

“Aelin! Guess what!” Tegan bounced down the steps of the museum, towards a waiting older brother with a warm smile and a rub for her head.

Aelin stood up from his place on the steps and stretched his long arms. “Whazz’at, Petal? You look pretty happy right now.” Tegan smiled and nodded her head, taking Aelin’s hand in her own. She loved the sound of his voice; the way he always sounded tired, a bit husky-speaking in rounded tones. When she’d been small enough to share a bed with Vey and had had a nightmare, she remembered him rubbing her toddler belly and murmuring little pattering phrases in a language unknown to her.  Though, thanks to the blow he took to the underneath of his hood the evening past, he sounded wheezy, as though it still hurt to enunciate.

He took a long drag of a cigarette as the two descended down the stone steps, blueish gray smoke exhaled. Tegan watched it twist and curl until the smoke dissipated into the air. “Aren’t you trying to quit?” she pursed her lips as she gave him a solid look.

Aelin only chuckled, taking the thing in between his teeth as he spoke. “Vey certainly thinks I should. Harder to quit than she thinks it is, though.”

“You’re not even going to try, are you?”

“Not at the moment, no. So, what’s the thing I should be guessing at?”

             As the two walked down the street, Tegan twittered on all about her afternoon in the museum, all the pretty things that she’d seen! Aelin had a hard time imagining the paintings and sculptures she talked about but smiled along with her enthusiasm. That is, until she started telling him about the art dealer again. The more she talked about her conversation with him, the more Aelin’s paranoia twisted his stomach. His smile became a much wearier thing, though he tried not to quash her fervor. He listened to her babble on until they came to a small convenience store, where Aelin bought them both a fruity drink and sat them on a bench. (His bruised lung had begun to feel tired from the walking anyway, so now was as good a time as any to break.)

“Petal, I’m very glad you’re excited for this. But, you didn’t give him a...immediate answer, did you?” His fingers played with the condensation on the cold bottle.

“Yes?” Tegan answered, taking a gulp of the drink. “Why?”

“Well… You have a habit of doing this when you’re excited or want to help. And sometimes you end up regretting that, y’know-”

“That’s not gonna happen this time. This’ll be so much fun!”

Aelin stayed quiet for a minute, taking a drink and thinking. “Okay…um, I’m going to come with you tomorrow then.  Just to keep an eye on things…see what you learn while over there.”

“No!” Tegan stood suddenly. Her hair moved along with her, like a wild animal, as she slammed down her bottle onto the bench, glaring at her brother. Tears burned their threat at the edge of her eyes. “No! You wouldn’t be saying this if it were Vey or Cetus! I’m not stupid! I don’t need you to babysit me!”

“This is not babysitting! And I never said you were stupid, Tegan.” Aelin tried leveling her with a stern glare, patting the seat beside him again. She only crossed her arms and withdrew further from him.  He groaned, leaning against the bench and feeling his bruises wince and swirl. “Yes, I would say the same thing to the other two. You’re a bit on the naïve side, Petal. I need to make sure you’re okay with this guy.”

“It’s fine! He invited me! There’s going to be other people around, so I’ll be fine!”

“You get more stubborn by the day, you know that? Humor me…and know that it’s not me thinking less of you, little sister. Bad people exist.” Aelin shifted on the bench slightly, to better reach for and rub Tegan’s back. He felt her body angrily quiver under his finger tips.  “If this guy is honest, he wouldn’t invite you back if he thought you were stupid. If he’s a jackass, I want to be there to help you…let me?”

[attainsulationtips-blog]

Shielding the Attic - 8 Tips to Keeping Your Property Refreshing Along With Attic Insulation

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Paper Work and Promises Part 2

 I sat on the couch with a heavy sigh of relief as I found nothing broken and personally moved everything to a safe location. So I did nothing allowing the guards to set up security sensors and cameras, but being the most capable for the delicate tasks, I was forced to help them set of cameras and security locks on the windows, doors and walls. They even add air scanners to the vents to make sure no dangerous gases could get into the room. But by the time it was lunch the work had settled down and the guards took residence next door and set up their own room, leaving me to cook.       It was nearly an hour afterwards that I head a knock at the door, hearing this I shifted the pan to the side, off the burner before moving to the door. I pulled it opened the door and saw Mrs. Ring standing there holding a bottle of wine in her hands.        “I owed you a bottle after you gave me one last time.” Mrs. Ring explained, and I nodded and allowed Mrs. Ring to enter the room, just as a few guards stormed into the room through the bathroom door.        “Guys, it’s only Mrs. Ring.” I protested finding their antsy behavior rather annoying, though that did show that they were well trained guards. Mrs. Ring quickly grew defensive herself, seeing the Adestrian guards and put out an arm to protect me just in case. She was a mother alright, I thought to myself finding her protective nature rather comforting.       “What’s going on Isen who are these Adestrians?” Mrs. Ring asked glancing back at me, slowly backing me into the kitchen, away from the guards, who were also tasked to protect me and Aldure, since I know worked for their government. Mrs. Ring’s actions, in their eyes made her a threat, so they moved their hands to their weapons tucked away in their formal garments.         I took the bottle from Mrs. Ring and shifted away from her protection, and back to the stove, setting the bottle on the counter. Mrs. Ring turned back to me still very much defensive, and the guards kept their distance their hands never leaving there weapons.        “They’re protecting me, I now have a job working for the Adestrian military.” Mrs. Ring when I said this looked at me confused, but she relaxed to some degree finding this explanation acceptable.        “When did this happen?” Mrs. Ring interrogated, looking down at me waiting for a response.         “Just today while I was working at the Library, their commander came to me and offered me a job introducing Adestrian citizens to earth, just like had when I lived with Lynn. They been tasked to protect me, so just relax… That goes for all of you.” I said turning away from the stove, and looked at the three Adestrian guards. Who in turn got up from their defensive stance, but still remained holding their weapons.          Though after some tense silence Mrs. Ring breathed and let go and looked at the guards. “Mind if I open the bottle? I need a drink.” I gave a small laugh, and stepped back going to the fridge and pulled out a can of Guinness Stout.         “Drink this, no point on wasting wine.” I offered and Mrs. Ring nodded popping the top, and quickly sucked in the foam from the beer, and sipped on its dark color. Seeing this the guards relaxed, and put their hands down and started to walk away. However I stopped them before they left entirely.         “I’m making dinner, roasted stuffed chicken.” The dragons looked at me confused with why I was mentioning this to them.         “Why are you telling us this?” The captain of the squad asked and the other two didn’t like this response at all because they could already see me prepping the stuffing. Already assuming that I was offering them a dinner.             “Dinner is a six, you better be available.” I added and the Squad leader, looked at me still unsure, but looking at the others he gave in and nodded.         “I’ll see what I can do.”        “There is no see, you will do it, or I’ll sit you down at the table myself. I’m cooking and I don’t want to waste this. Plus I want to know my protectors better. You are my neighbors after all.” I countered firmly, and the dragon somewhat stunned by my comment, had made him fall silent, though after a moment he sighed and looked down at me, before letting out a deep breath, a small green flame escaping from his lips.         The squad leader gave in, and nodded. “You said six?”        “Six sharp.” I agreed, and with that the guards left through the bathroom door.         “You haven’t changed at all.” Mrs. Ring smiled, as she put down her beer and her smile faded.         “Everyone misses you Isen. The building just doesn’t seem right without you around… It feels darker.” I looked at Mrs. Ring, her face heavy and weary. It was apparent she hadn’t been sleeping well, and it seemed that something was eating at her.         “What’s wrong?”         “Andrew really misses you, he begs me to take him here. You were a better father to him then his own ass of father I mated. He really cares about you, and he wants to play with you again.” Mrs. Ring explained and I nodded in understanding, and turned back to my cooking, creating the glaze for the chicken.          “You know, I have no problem with him visiting. I told you last time, if you need someone to watch him I’m far more available now. I can cub sit him after school.” Mrs. Ring nodded as she chugged the beer, before crushing the can against her skull, flattening the can to a disk.           “Isen, I have a match this weekend, I’d really like it if you were there.” Mrs. Ring offered quickly, as if she had given into some kind pressure. When she finished speaking she fell silent, leaning up against the counter. “I could use some help keeping an eye on Andrew. He gets a little wild when I fight, and I don’t want to leave him at home.”            “You have no idea how many Mincridarins have asked me out on a date. Jinxy asked if we could celebrate him finally getting his first job, and Aron has been begging me, literally got on his knees and begged me to go on a date with him. Lynn came to me just this morning while I was working and begged me to go on a date with him. I don’t know, something tells me if I choose to do something with you, or someone else I’d lose out on interacting with everyone else.” I explained, not trying to be mean or rude. I wouldn’t mind going but I was free of Lynn I finally had a chance to go and interact with other males and females. I wanted this chance to finally be able to make my own decisions. Hearing my response, Mrs. Ring’s muzzle fell sadly, and she turned away from me so I couldn’t see her face.        “Can I use your bathroom?”          “Go ahead, you know where it is.” I simply agreed and moving in such a way to avoid eye contact, and to keep me from seeing her face she shifted into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. The walls were very much sound proof so I never heard anything Mrs. Ring did in there, in fact she was in there for some time to the point of the guards went to check on her.        When the green scaled captain entered he had found her sobbing on the floor leaning against the wall, with wet fur around her eyes. “Miss, what can I do?”          “Nothing.” Mrs. Ring simply responded, getting to her feet with the help of the dragon.         “Isen was always there when I needed him, he treated my son and me far better than any male I had been with before. I trusted him… dammit!” Mrs. Ring cried out, pushing the guard away softly crying into her arms crouching on the floor. Hugging herself, in order to try and calm herself.          “I want to be with him, but he’d never want to be with me. I’m a bitch with baggage. He has so many that adore him and love him, so many others far better looking, stronger, and all around better. I hate this…” Mrs. Ring explained crying softly hiding her head her arms.          “I came here, because I wanted to try. I wanted to be with him, I wanted to find a mate I didn’t deserve. I wanted to get a father for my son that he deserved. But what chance do I have? Lynn begged him to come back, Isen is bound to go back to him. This was my only chance of changing his mind. I begged the gods for aid, but who knows if there listening?” Mrs. Ring cried unable to control her emotions, and at this point the dragon was uncomfortable, because he hadn’t expected to walk in on this emotional turmoil.           “Miss, in this world nothing is certain. He could be there for you, you just have to keep hoping and maybe the gods will be kind to you.” The dragon said nervously, knowing an emotional female was a forced to be reckoned with.             Mrs. Ring looked back at the dragon, the fur around her eyes so wet that they couldn’t absorb any more tears. Though his words calmed her down, and she cleaned her eyes with her sleeve, feeling pathetic in front of the dragon. She got to her feet ashamed at what she had just said to the dragon. The guard picked up a towel and handed it over, and Mrs. Ring cleaned her eyes.            “Please don’t tell him about this.”         “About what?” The dragon simply asked and Mrs. Ring smiled, softly laughing.         “Thank you, but I’ll be in here just a bit longer.”          “I understand.” The dragon simply agreed as before he left the room closing the door. /Isen 7 notes

Paper Work and Promises     I pushed the cart full of books, reviewing the codes, on the stickers along the spine of the book, so I could properly put them back in place. It was a simple job that allowed me to listen to music as I worked. However this happened to make me vulnerable because after a moment my head set was pulled down to my neck.    “Isen can we talk?” Lynn asked, and I turned around to look up at Lynn, who plainly seemed upset. It was hard to not see it on his muzzle. It had been a week since I left him, and I was able to escape the confines of the black mail. I knew what Lynn talked about, so I simply nodded as I worked allowing the stallion to speak.     “Isen, please can you come back. Ever since you left everything feels empty. I miss you, I miss being around you. I’m sorry about everything I forced on to you, but I don’t want to live without you anymore. I’m sorry about blackmailing you. I’m sorry about abusing you.” Lynn continued to speak as I worked, and as I tried to move away he came in front of the cart and looked at me sadly.    “Isen I’ll do anything.” He begged softly, his hands growing tense to the point they bent the metal rim of the car into jagged sharp edges, his hands came away unscathed.     “Lynn I came here, wanting to experience this strange new way of life, living around your kind. I never once intended to stay so long in your apartment. I planned on working and saving money to buy my own place. But when you blackmailed me that forced me to throw that out the window, and submit a fair portion of my will to you. I was willing to do it because most of your rules were easy to follow, but when you punished me, and you threatened Jinxy. I realized it was about time I left. I’m not your mate Lynn, I never was. I was just some roommate that you owned in more than one way. You may have liked me maybe loved me, but I never loved you, I only thought of you as my abuser. Lynn I deserve to choose who I want to love. I deserve to date who I want too as well.” I explained and Lynn struck the edge of the cart with his hand denting they metal with his aggressive blow of agitation.     “Then Lynn please let me become your mate.” Lynn begged taking hold of the cart.     “Ever since we stopped living together. Do you have any idea how many males and females have called me or texted me asking to go one a date? I was just asked by three others.” I continued and Lynn looked at me sadly.       “Please Isen, let me earn you back. Please let me date you. I want to be with you. We lived together for three damn years, we mated just as often. I miss coming home to you, and smelling you’re cooking, seeing your smile. Ever since you left I’ve been beating myself, hating what I did… You deserved far better.” Lynn continued softly crying. “To me Isen, you were my mate, and no one could ever replace you.”     I touched the side of Lynn’s muzzle and he nuzzled my hand, and he looked at me giving a soft smile with sad eyes. The two glowing emeralds looking at me longingly. “I have to work a lot more, I don’t have a lot of free time. I can’t set up dates very easily anymore, but if I can, I’ll see what I can do.” I explained and Lynn nodded, his eyes closed as he nuzzled my hand, a smiling coming to his face.    He took my hand softly and kissed the top of it, before I drew it away, since my cock was already getting excited. I may want a chance of choosing my mate, but my cock had been with Lynn so often, any kind of foreplay or sexual contact quickly got a rise out of me.     “Thank you Isen.” Lynn smiled as he wiped his eyes and let go of my cart.      “But it’s still my choice, if I fall in love with someone else you better back off.” I countered and Lynn’s smile faded a little, but he nodded in agreement.      “I understand Isen, I just hope I can earn the right to call you my mate.” Lynn finished and I pushed the cart forward and away from Lynn. Continuing most of my work until I ended up running my cart into someone’s side, because they had been standing right around the corner.        “Sorry about that.” I simply apologized before I gawked looking up at a tall tower of black scales, a naturally muscular form. He wore regal clothing red and gold, all finely pressed and cleaned. His guard another Adestrian, a red scaled dragon on two legs with large wings and a thick tail. His body covered in a well maintained midnight black suit, white shirt and tie. His hand reaching into his clothing.      The Adestrian, the regal black dragon turned to me and smiled as he brushed his side. His fangs a clean bright white, his eyes a slit and a soft red. Turning to his side he reveal a large beautiful great sword to humans, but a board sword to the dragon. He glanced over his shoulder looking at his guard, and simply gestured for him to calm down.      “I honestly didn’t even feel it.” The dragon explained with a deep bass in his voice that sounded like a giant drum being struck, every word he spoke I felt through my entire body, right down to my bones.      I had only ever heard of Adestrians, I’ve never thought I would see one. They were very reclusive, and mainly stayed in their own country, at least that’s what Lynn said. So seeing one was beyond the confines of their country was strange, and very much out of place.    “Hello sir.” I said with a shaky voice, kneeling softly before the large dragon for a moment, before coming back up my hands still on the cart. I took note of his rank, a general based by the blades that hung from his left shoulder, by formal threads. I removed the head phones from my head knowing that by Lynn’s explanation, that the Adestrians were very dignified and showing respect was key to living, because no matter what, Adestrians were nearly two or three times the strength of any Mincridarn; not only that but they also had a natural life span of nearly two hundred plus years.     The Adestrian General’s smile grew seeing me submit to him, and this seemed to relax him. “Thank you Isen Dale.” The noble said resting his hand on his blade. “Would you mind coming with me?”     Knowing even Lynn had a fear of fighting or countering an Adestrian, I knew better than to turn down the polite invitation. “No sir.” I agreed and the dragon nodded and ushered me forward with massive hand, and I left the cart and followed behind the wings and tail of the dragon as he lead the way to a conference room in the back of the Library.  The guard opened the door and the General crouched under the door frame nearly kneeling in order to do so, but once inside he was forced to lean forward, his horns scraping the ceiling.     “Please meet my hatchling.” The General introduced, as he shifted my view to a younger and smaller looking dragon, he was leaner, his wings still very large and his tail nearly the length of his body. Though he wore a similar red regal clothing decorated with golden threads. The dragon was sitting on his knees, so when he stood up his head scrapped against the ceiling as well. The dragons were easily seven feet based on the fact that they had to crouch to be in the room.    “Isen Dale, this is Aldure.” The father introduced and I gave a simple bow to the dragon, who seemed visibly nervous seeing this.    “Please Isen don’t do that.” Aldure countered before he sat back on his knees and pointed to a nearby chair. “But please sit.”    I nodded and came to the dragon’s side, even sitting on his knees, he was my height, and just a little more. The father pushed some of the chairs out of the way and sat down across from me, before speaking up.     “Isen I have an offer for you.”     “What offer?” I asked and the father nodded, knowing that this question was going to be asked.      “Before I start, my name is Ameleth, General of the Adestrian royal high guard, I was tasked with creating a foot hold in this strange new world by the queen. But my position as General means I have to travel often across Adestria. So I’ve tasked my son with taking over the embassy while I’m not around.” Ameleth explained as he looked at me and then at his son.      “What does this have to do with me?”      “The embassy is the very building you moved into, well before it was completed. But that’s not the problem in fact, it’s far better this way, because we had already planned on asking you to aid our citizens in getting familiar with this world, its items, customs, and laws. We created the building to allow for other races because we hope that by doing this we could provide a proper place full of opportunity, for interaction between races. When the manager of the building had informed me that you had asked to reside there, I thought this was an excellent time to act. So I personally came here, to ask for your assistance.” Ameleth explained and I nodded as I listened though, I was bothered by the idea that I had been allowed to stay if I hadn’t even agreed.        “I’m sorry but I can’t be much of a help. I’m always working now, even if I wanted to I’d always be busy.” Ameleth nodded in understanding.       “We’d pay for your aid, and we’d allow you to stay in the apartment without any cost.” I perked up hearing this, and if I had a tail it’d be wagging.       “Seriously?”       “I guess you’re on board for the idea?” Ameleth laughed happily seeing my reaction, his laugh like a church bell.      “Of course, I don’t mind helping out and the fact that I’m getting paid only makes it easier, but just being able to live in the apartment for free, that takes so much off my mind.” I explained and Ameleth nodded as he picked up a brief case, not even bothering to use the handle and pushed it in front of me.       “Inside are papers, security documents, information and tasks that will be asked of you, payment and so on. Please sign for your approval, and once the building is completed next month we can start having you work.” Ameleth continued and I popped open the suit case and took out the folders, and reviewed the contracts and paper work, one by one I signed them. There was nothing binding about them in fact they seemed fairly lenient, just simple work application type information. Once I finished this I pushed the brief case back. Ameleth reviewed the documents and when he was satisfied he closed the lid.      “Was the monthly salary fair?” Ameleth asked and I nodded.      “I hardly spend much money unless it’s to buy food and simple repairs, but since you’ll fixing these on your own. Its gives me plenty of cash to use as I want, I could possibly quit this job if I wanted to.” I explained and the dragon nodded while listening.       “Actually I would recommend that, once citizens start making residence you’ll have plenty to do.”        “Nothing I’m not already used to explaining.” I countered and the Dragon smiled as he looked at his son.        “Isen, I’m sorry to impose buy my son will be residing with you as well based on the papers you signed.”        “I noticed, but I’m guessing that’s because you want me to help teach him about this world as well?”       “Yes, very perceptive, but this will also show us if we need to make any last minute modifications to the apartments as well. So if you have any problems please speak up, I’ll see what I can do.” Ameleth complimented before further explaining the plan.       “No problem, I’d be happy to help take care of your son while your away.” Ameleth smiled and leaned over the table and kissed his son’s muzzle.       “I’ll be off then, the guards are already unpacking your things.” Ameleth said speaking to his son, and hearing this I froze.      “Wait, what! Sir my stuff is already in the room. I have some very delicate items.” I protested and Ameleth looked at me and nodded as he took out his phone.       “I’ll make a call and tell them to stop for now, but you should head home then so they can better move your items.” Ameleth said and I nodded quickly rushing out the room, scared that they could have broken my computer or any of my hard drives that I bought, since they have plenty of my stories on them. /Isen 4 notes

Calamity Part Three     When I had returned back to the old apartment building, I was greeted by Mrs. Beatrice who was standing at her desk. “I told you to stay at the desk where were you yesterday when I got back?”      “Sorry, I was helping the new guy into his apartment.” I explained with a sigh as I came to the desk, and hearing this Mrs. Beatrice calmed down and took in a small breath a small smile coming to her beak. “Next time when you leave the desk can you at least put up a sign.”       “I’m sorry, but I’m leaving.” Mrs. Beatrice froze hearing this trying to process what I had just said, but when she had, she quickly hollered out her protest.     “What in the gods names are you saying?!” The penguin called out in anger as she came around the desk before standing in front of me. “You can’t leave!”      “Mrs. Beatrice, I’m already set up in my new home, I’m here to get my stuff.”       “You better bring it the fuck back.” Mrs. Beatrice countered aggressively poking me in the chest, causing a mild pain because of her strength. I simply took her hand and looked down at her, and said nothing and she looked at me sadly.        “Why are you leaving? I thought you liked it here?” I pulled the penguin into a hug and rubbed the back of her head. She was like a mother to everyone in the apartment, even to me in some manner. So I didn’t want to leave her so bothered or upset.     “I just felt it was about time that I moved out, and started to try and live on my own for a bit.”  I sighed not telling her about the black mail, or about what Lynn did, before I pulled away and started to walk upstairs.      “Will I get to see you again?” Mrs. Beatrice asked sadly, and I looked at the banister.      “I don’t know.” I replied and with that the penguin fell silent and let me continue on my way. I used the key to the apartment and walked inside, and heard nothing but silence. Whenever Lynn was deeply upset he always used his magic to go to a retreat, somewhere secret where he could go and calm down. Not even I knew where it was, but it wouldn’t have been the first time, and when I entered the bedroom I found a few boxes laying on the bed, and some duct tape to the side. I formed the boxes and soon enough started to put my things away, my books, my left over clothing, what other electronics I had and some pictures I owned. I even collected the games I personally bought to play on Lynn’s game station. By the time I had finished I had at least three boxes to move and a few pictures.      Seeing this, I pulled out my phone and called a cab, and started to carry my things down stairs and set them by the door. By the time I had gotten to my finale box others started to take notice, especially Mrs. Ring from next door who had come down stairs with Andrew in tow.      “Isen?” She called out seeing a few others surrounding me, all of them very much upset. I looked at Mrs. Ring as she came near and she saw the box’s and looked at me. “What’s going on? What are those for?”      “I’m moving out.” I simply explained, and her entire mood feel hearing this, her mouth moving trying to make words but nothing but miss matched words fell from her lips. Until she was finally able to speak up. “What? Why?”       “I just think it’s about time I move out as well.” I simply responded and even Andrew became saddened by this and came close grabbing my hand.       “Don’t go.” I hated the look on Andrew’s face, he was truly upset and in fact he had started to softly cry and pulled into my hip. Only made this moment even harder, I hated making cubs cry so when Andrew did it was hard to keep a distance.       “Did you and Lynn have a fight? I thought you liked living here with him.” Mrs. Ring questioned looking at me just trying to understand this sudden change. Mrs. Ring knew something was off, and she knew if this was going to happen she would have, if not the entire building would have heard about it at least a week prior. The fact that I was leaving so quietly and so quickly, she understood something else was being hidden from her.       “I can’t explain, I’m sorry.” Hearing this Mrs. Ring picked me up and forced me against the wall, easily holding me up with one hand.       “Don’t give me that shit, what happened? I’ll beat him senseless if I have to, you don’t have to leave you can move in with me if you have to. You don’t need to leave like this.” However by this time there was the sound of the horn, and I looked at Mrs. Ring and grabbed her hand.      “I need to go.” I simply protested and Mrs. Ring dropped me before turning away, feeling betrayed. Isen was always there for her, he was always around when she needed him, she was a friend and Isen had never told her a damn thing. She owed Isen so much, and she trusted him, but he couldn’t trust her.       “Fuck you!” Mrs. Ring snapped back in anger, as tears started coming down the side of her muzzle as she stormed away. Pulling Andrew away with her, I watched her until she disappeared from view, and with the second horn honk. I started too picked up a box and carried it down stairs and outside.       The Mincridarn taxi driver put the car into park and popped the trunk and got out, taking the keys with him. “Do you need help Isen?” The caby asked, and I nodded not really questioning the fact that the rabbit knew my name. It wouldn’t have been the first time that had happened.        “Just a few boxes.” I explained and with that the caby came up the steps, and helped me put things into the trunk, before helping me into the car. With that he started the car and looked back at me.         “Corner of Iron and Crimson road” I said before the rabbit asked, hearing this the caby turned around and with that started to drive away.       “What’s with the boxes?” The driver asked looking in the rear view mirror as they came to the first stop.        “Moving.” I responded as I started to dig through my wallet, wondering if I need to use a card or cash.          “Why are you doing that? I thought you and Lynn were mates?” The caby asked as he started drive away from the corner.  I sighed and looked at the rabbit and he saw my look and nodded in understanding.         “Sorry, I guess it’s not my business.”       “Thank you.” I sighed, leaning back in the seat enjoying the car ride, one of the few things I haven’t really experience in a while.  Though when the car was parked, the caby was kind enough to help me take my boxes inside in my apartment. I paid for the ride in cash, luckily having enough and with that I closed the door, and looked out into the empty space. One by one I unpacked my boxes and with how little I had, it took me under an hour and I was able to settle into my new living room just as work on the apartment started over head, loud banging, nail guns firing, and plenty of loud movement.       I found the remote for the TV and turned it on, turning it up I went into the kitchen and made a simple breakfast. Trying to answer calls and text messages, as my phone continually vibrated for over an hour with aggressive complaints, and worried questions. Though it only settled down after two hours. and once those hours were up I called my employer.     “Isen did you really break up with Lynn?”      “Were in a damn city how the hell did you find out? You don’t even live in my apartment.” I protested and the female on the other end gave a small laugh. Truly bothered with how quickly word spread about what had just happened.       “Facebook, and twitter, and Instagram, and snapchat, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the news covered it. Your relationship was a pretty big deal.” The female responded as if she was going through her phone at that very moment.  I groaned leaning back against the couch, and the female gave a small laugh.        “Do you need more hours?”       “Please, I can keep the apartment if I work full time, the expenses are workable and that’ll give me time to find a roommate or something. To help pay for them.” I explained and there were sounds of agreement.      “Alright, just come in at seven-twenty, tomorrow morning.”     “Thank you.” I sighed ended the call after I got something similar back from the employer.