#(despite the tenants already having done that)

[famousblueraincoatmp3]

they are using tools in the apartment staricase for like 3 hours.

#sam.txt #i wish i wasnt swedish so i could go out and ask them wtf is going on!!! #it sounds like theyre powerdrilling straight thru the wall!!! #my landlord can expect an angry note under his door within the next couple weeks #literally he does nothing to fix the problems INSIDE the apartment but #has no problem using bigass machines to shovel snow every single day #(despite the tenants already having done that) #and doing random ass shit outside constantly #that literally no one asked for. #i feel so bad for my neighbor rn she has a baby:( #the rents are being raised also by like 10% my man is going through a joker arc or smt #because the only thing i can think of that makes this apartment worth that much #is the fact that it has more than 1 room #lets not discuss the fact that literal lists were missing and molded when we got it #lets not talk about all the random ass holes that get filled with flies in the summer either. #sorry no one on tumblr cares this is more of a twitter post.

[witchy-scribblings]

your annoying roommate gojo satoru (mdni)…

❀ roommate gojo who had flirted with you on your first meeting during the tenant screening that your actual landlord had entrusted to you and who, against all odds, had turned out to be the best option among the applicants.

❀ roommate gojo who keeps everything tidy around the flat while his room is a mess of clothes carelessly strewn about and a perpetually unmade bed.

❀ roomate gojo whose designated fridge shelves (and, sometimes, some of yours) are always bursting with sweets, energy drinks and takeout leftovers.

❀ roommate gojo who leaves his room in the morning without caring to throw proper clothes on, parading his perfect body around and having the audacity to tease you for staring.

❀ roommate gojo whose sleep schedule is so messed up you will sometimes wake up when the hour is unholy and hear the muffled sound of tv through your bedroom door. despite this, he’s usually up before you are, and rarely takes any naps that you know of.

❀ roommate gojo who, when he’s done showering, leaves the warm and addicting scent of his body wash and aftershave in the bathroom. his hair always drips water on the floor, but you’ve long given up bringing it up to him.

❀ roommate gojo who honestly doesn’t spend a lot of time in the apartment, being the busy and mysterious man he is, but, when he does, he makes it his unpaid job to be noticed.

❀ roommate gojo who always fake moans when you’re on call with literally anyone (especially if he knows it’s a relative), to the point where no one is surprised by his antics anymore.

❀ roommate gojo who always brings his one-night-stands to your shared place. sometimes it’s women, others, men, but it’s always goddamn loud. you wonder whether he does this because he fucks most comfortably in his own bed or to spite you somehow. you get the feeling it’s the latter, because the next morning he always replies to your murderous glare with that shit-eating grin of his.

❀ roommate gojo who interrupts you when you’re busy studying or working, and as annoying as it is, you know it’s his way of making sure you take your breaks.

❀ roommate gojo who has heard you masturbate late at night through the thin walls separating your respective bedrooms, and who has jerked off to it way more than once. you don’t know that he knows that you own and thoroughly enjoy using a ridiculously loud vibrator.

❀ roommate gojo who refuses to admit that he comes the hardest when he catches the breathy sound of his name on your lips, and that the notion of you touching yourself to the thought of him fills his stomach with butterflies and keeps him up at night more than he already does.

❀ roommate gojo who tops his breakfast pancakes with absurd amounts of syrup and berries.

❀ roommate gojo who hogs almost all the popcorn and snacks when you watch a movie together, and who doesn’t care that you flinch closer to him when jumpscares come on, or that you sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder and he has to take you back to your bed.

❀ roommate gojo who is so infuriatingly childish and petty, yet so thoughtful and distant at the same time, and you wish he’d stop teasing and flirting jokingly with you because you don’t know how much longer your heart can take being just his roommate.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk hcs

[bethanydelleman]

One of the main themes of Mansfield Park is the destructive force and injustice of the inheritance system.

Mary mourns that both Sir Thomas's and Mr. Rushworth's wealth have fallen/will fall into unworthy hands when perhaps they should have gone to Edmund. But if they went to Edmund, wouldn't he have been just as ruined and therefore unworthy of her affection? He is the only child of the Bertrams who has to struggle to endure (kind of, the living system is pretty BS too). Henry, upon hearing about things that William Price has already done, is jealous. He has been educated and sent out in the world to do nothing. He reminds himself that it's better to be wealthy and idle, but it isn't. Henry satisfies himself with playing with emotions, Tom gambles, neither are healthy people. They are victims of the system as much as Edmund.

Jane Austen, throughout her works, values wealthy men who invest real time and effort into their estates. Knightley, perhaps the most shining example, is a magistrate, takes keen interest in his tenants, cares for the poor, and attends parish meetings. He could be Tom or Henry, but he chooses the better path. That however, is hard and rare and there is little punishment for not doing it.

The women are destroyed by this system as well. Lady Middleton (Sense & Sensibility), despite loving music and being proficient, gives it up once it has granted her the gift of marriage to a wealthy man. Maria says she will only learn to 17, why do anything after you do your job and marry wealthy? Lady Bertram, who ought to visit and attend to the poor of the estate, instead makes things of no beauty. Everyone's potential is squandered.

Look how much effort Tom can put into a play! Look how intelligent Henry is! Rushworth has tons of money! And yet, instead of doing anything to better society, they talk about making elaborate gardens and putting on plays for no audience. I don't see anyone in Mansfield Park as a true villain, all of them are victims of a system that twists them into the worst versions of themselves. Fanny, Edmund, and William, all without massive inheritances, are the only people who have escaped the corruption.

#jane austen #mansfield park #maybe we could try a meritocracy instead? #also the fact that even competent William can't get ahead because he isn't a nepo baby

[darklinaforever]

I have to say that after taking a look at the Doctor Who fandom, I am quite shocked at this insistence of some people in wanting to absolutely specify that Tentoo is in fact a clone of the Doctor ?!

We have seen clones in this series and clearly Tentoo is not one of them. So, what is this insistence on contradicting the canon ? Tentoo is simply the doctor.

Our doctor himself doesn't even seem to dissociate himself from Tentoo ! He recognizes it as him.

That's all. It comes from the regeneration energy itself and from the hand of our doctor. It's not a clone ! Having already seen them in this universe should tell you this simple fact.

In the words of David Tenant : "It's the same guy." Yes, I know he also says "But clearly he's not.", but that's probably in the sense that he's no longer our doctor. Same guy, but separated after the regeneration in different bodies, including one human, which offers them different opportunities. Once again, the only notable difference is that he's human, influencing his decisions after regeneration. Even if the regeneration itself naturally involves some minimal changes at Tentoo : The fact of being a little more like Nine, logical, since regenerated in the middle of the war after being shot and dying. Plus a few expressions from Donna, as he always takes from his companions after regeneration. But apart from a few minor changes, he remains the doctor. He is the Tenth Doctor who evolved in another direction after the regeneration that made him human. As simple as that. I mean... Have you seen how David Tennant plays him ? He doesn't play a new doctor with a new personality. No. He simply plays his character, as he always has.

I can't understand people who accept the very essential concept of Doctor Who as that what makes the Doctor are his memories and experiences (the very essence of an individual according to the universe itself), and not his body or his personality ! By the fact what makes Tentoo less of a doctor than everyone else outside of the first Ten ?!

Yes. This situation is sad for our doctor, the first ten, who will be forced to move on in relation to Rose. (His final moments of just him with Rose being their reunion hug, when they briefly teasingly discuss Rose building the canon to come back, and when they hold hands facing Davros.) But it's a scenario that makes sense with the writing of the series. It was that or Rose ends up unhappy, or worse, dies. It's the ultimate way to have a happy ending despite the inevitable tragedy for Rose and the Doctor's relationship. We have the right to a tragic and happy ending at the same time. Can you imagine how crazy and unique this is in Doctor Who ?!

And beyond that, I don't see why Tentoo should be denied. He is a living being who remains the same man with the same desires. Except that he can achieve them unlike his counterpart. Again, it's tragic, but it's also happy. Somehow, even if Ten had to die/regenerate to evolve and mourn who he was, a version of himself, in a parallel universe, was able to survive and obtain everything he always wanted. It is particularly moving. Whether directly or symbolically, especially in the context of the romance with Rose. It is literally his love for Rose, and his desire to be human, which also came from Rose when she renewed her love for the human race, that he prevented regeneration and caused by an incredible chance his biological metacrisis ! But I won't go into it because others have done it much better than me. The only thing I will say about it in this post is that it is objectively one of the best romances ever written. (Let's forget the episode with Madame de Pompadour...)

#Youtube #doctor who #the tenth doctor #tentoo #ten #rose tyler #ten x rose #rose x ten #ten and rose #rose and ten #tentoo x rose #rose x tentoo #tentoo and rose #rose and tentoo #the doctor #the ninth doctor #nine and rose #rose and nine #nine x rose #rose x nine #the tenth doctor x rose #rose x the tenth doctor #the tenth doctor and rose #rose and the tenth doctor #the tentoo doctor x rose #rose x the tentoo doctor #the tentoo doctor and rose #rose and the tentoo doctor #tenrose #tentoorose

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 5)

A/N: This is the sequel series to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!

Summary: You and Andy to take a short trip down to Florida to escape the negative media attention ahead of the trial

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Language! Angst! Talk of Abduction! Talk of Rape and Sexual Assault!

Dividers by me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 5

Andy let out a long breath of air as he stepped off the plane. Despite it being thick with humidity it felt like a fresh breath of air. Andy wasn’t someone who liked the heat, he much preferred the more temperate climates of New England, but this time he welcomed it, it almost made him forget everything. This was just a nice short holiday to see some friends, there was nothing to run from.

You were walking just ahead of him and when you looked over at him you gave him a smile just as radiant as the sun. Andy instantly felt his own smile grow, you had only been in Florida for a few minutes and he could already see the sun was helping. He took a couple of steps to be level with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I hope Frank’s AC is working” Andy chuckled as he fanned himself.

You smiled up at him “Yeah you New England boys aren’t built for the heat, I’m surprised Frank can bear it” you chuckled patting him on the chest “Maybe we can put off getting a taxi and take advantage of the airport AC” you smirked. 

“Sounds like an excellent plan” Andy grinned as you stepped off the tarmac and into the air-conditioned airport, breathing out a sigh of relief when the icy air hit him. 

It didn’t take long to get through to baggage claim and to grab the suitcases but like you suggested you two didn’t speed your way through the airport. You even picked up some overpriced iced coffee before heading out to the arrivals lounge. 

To Andy’s surprise, he spotted Frank stood waiting with a sign that said ‘Mr Bigshot and Miss Bookworm’. You let out a laugh as Andy rolled his eyes as the two of you walked over. 

“You didn’t say you were picking us up” You smiled as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. 

“I thought I’d surprise you” Frank smiled as he hugged you back.

“Thanks Frank, and I’m sorry again that it was such short notice” Andy apologised as he greeted Frank with a hug. 

“Hey it’s fine, you two could show up with no heads up and the door will be open for you,” Frank said “Plus Mary’s been on at me for weeks to go visit you guys”

“I’m surprised she didn’t kick off a storm and refuse to go to school so she could be here right now” Andy commented as the three of you made your way out of the airport and to Frank’s truck. 

“She probably would have done if she knew, but I decided to save myself the headache and leave it as a surprise for her too” Frank shrugged.

“And they say Mary is the genius in the Adler family” you smirked elbowing Frank in the side, making Frank smile and wink back at you. 

Frank quickly loaded up the truck and the three of you climbed in to start the drive to Frank’s apartment. As he started up the truck Andy could feel the weak cough of the air conditioning which made you and him exchange a knowing look. 

Thankfully it wasn’t long until Frank pulled up outside his apartment, the one you and Andy had helped him move into over a year ago now after he was awarded full custody of Mary. One of the conditions he had to agree to was that he found an apartment where Mary would have her own room. Thankfully one of Roberta’s tenants moved out which meant the perfect apartment became available at the perfect time.

As he stepped inside Andy couldn’t help but chuckle when we saw how lived in the apartment had become in the year Frank and Mary had lived here. It wasn’t messy, it was just organised chaos as Frank called it. Piles of nuts and bolts from Frank's work, Mary’s toys and books. 

It reminded Andy a lot of their time at Harvard. The two of them were roommates for the entire time they were there, becoming quick friends, often referred to as the twins because of how similar they looked. But to them they were nothing alike, Andy liked to keep things neat and organised, it helped him make sense of everything. While Frank was a bit more laid back and worked better with a little bit of chaos. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with us staying here? We can get a hotel room?” Andy asked as Frank lugged the suitcase into his room. 

“Nah it’s fine, I’ve slept on the couch plenty of times” Frank shrugged “It’s actually pretty comfy, just no hanky-panky in my bed” he added pointing over at Andy “I know what you two can get like”

The comment pulled an awkward laugh from you, as Andy glanced over he could see you shift uncomfortably, wrapping your arms around yourself and rubbing your arms. Andy fought the urge to furrow his brows and the small voice in his head that was listing all the reasons that comment made you uncomfortable. Almost all of them made him the problem. 

Frank’s eyes darted between Andy and you, narrowing slightly before he cleared his throat “Well um Mary will be home from school in about an hour or so and then I thought we could go out to eat? There’s a nice place on the beach, perfect to watch the sunset”

Andy watched as a smile returned to your face and your arms dropped back to your sides “Yeah that sounds great” you smiled. 

“Cool, and um one of my clients said we could borrow his boat tomorrow too if you guys fancy getting out to the sandbank?” Frank suggested scratching the back of his neck. 

“We’d love that, thanks Frank” Andy smiled “Looking forward to it”

“Great, well um let me get you two a drink and Mr Bigshot can talk about all his recent wins” Frank smirked as he walked back towards the kitchen.

Andy rolled his eyes and shook his head the the nickname Frank refused the drop, not that Andy ever expected him to. It was a nickname that Frank gave him all those years ago back in College and if Frank hadn’t let it go already, he never will. 

The three of you killed time by catching up over some iced tea and chips in the kitchen. Andy told Frank about the cases he’d worked on, Frank in turn complained a bit about some of the boats he worked on and the design faults they had. You told Frank about the book you were reading which Frank returned with a reminder to check your pillow tonight, no doubt for a new book to add to your collection.

You and Frank had your own sweet tradition back from when you were in college and he was an assistant professor. You’d find him random little trinkets, while he’d feed your bookworm habits by picking out a book for you. It had evolved over the years, you now finding him strange nuts and bolts that he’d probably never find a use for while he in turn got you children's books.

Your conversation was interrupted by Mary arriving home and loudly calling out for her Uncle “Frankkk! I’m hungry” she complained loudly from the living room.

“Well come into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat” Frank called back. 

Andy heard Mary let out an annoyed huff before she trudged her way into the kitchen with Fred in her arms. The poor cat however was quickly dropped when Mary spotted you sitting at the kitchen table.

A wide smile broke out on the little girl's face as she raced over and hugged you tightly “Y/N! I missed you!” she cried out. 

Andy watched as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her up onto your lap for a snuggle “I missed you too sweetie, gosh you’ve gotten so big! You’ll be taller than Frank soon enough” you said kissing the top of her head. 

A lopsided smile grew on Andy’s face as he watched you cradle Mary in your arms, she was far too big for it now but you clearly didn’t mind. If anything it was you holding her closer. 

“Hey, don’t I get a hug?” Andy asked poking Mary on the shoulder to get her attention. 

“Uh duh,” Mary said rolling her eyes as she climbed off your lap to give Andy a hug, only to quickly return to you though.

Andy glanced over to Frank, the both of them shaking their heads and chuckling. Mary definitely had a much closer connection to you than Andy, despite the fact you only met her three years ago while Andy met her when she was a baby and Frank took on the duty of raising her. Andy was the one who helped Frank out by moving the two of them down to Florida. 

Andy watched as Mary filled you in on her day and everything else that she needed to tell you. He could see you become a whole different person, the person you were before you were abducted. It made him breathe out a sigh of relief because it meant this weekend was working, you were able to escape the news and opinions of others and just be normal. Exactly how you wanted. 

“I need to show you my new Lego model!” Mary exclaimed grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the kitchen. 

Frank and Andy watched you go before Frank shifted in his seat, his expression suddenly turning serious “Is everything okay?” he asked quietly. 

Andy swallowed before nodding “Yeah… I think so anyway” he sighed rubbing his forehead “The last week with the news and the letters and all that shit have been rough, and that’s on top of just trying to move on from what happened” he continued shaking his head “but I mean just then that’s the happiest I’ve seen her in weeks, all she wants is to just pretend everything is normal and just forget and I think this time down here is doing just that”

Frank’s brows were furrowed in concern as he looked down at his hands, rubbing them together as they rested on the table “Everything isn’t normal though, not anymore… ignoring it won’t help her” he said quietly after a few moments.

“I know, I know” Andy sighed “but right now it is and until she tells me otherwise that’s how I’m playing it”

Frank studied him for a moment before letting out a long sigh and nodding his head “Okay, normal it is” he agreed.

You couldn’t sleep. You wanted to sleep you really did, it had been a long day of travel and catching up with friends, you should have fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow but you didn’t. You wanted to blame it on the heat, but the temperature had dropped significantly. You wanted to blame it on Frank having an uncomfortable bed but that also wasn’t true.

In truth, you knew exactly what was keeping you up no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it. You were a fraud. No matter how much you tried to pretend everything was normal and your time with Ransom had never happened, you just couldn’t. 

But if you faced the ugly and harsh truth, how long would it be until everyone around you saw you for what you were? The rest of the world already hated you, called you an adulterous whore and gold-digger. It wouldn’t be long until everyone else came to the same conclusion. 

All you could do was hold on to this little lifeboat you currently had and hopefully by the time the trial came and every ugly truth was laid bare all this time of acting normal would still count. Maybe it would be enough to convince Andy to not let you go. 

Carefully you looked over at him, watching as he peacefully slept next to you. The moonbeams that streamed in from the gaps in the blinds made his milky complexion glow like moonstone. His lips were slightly parted and his long lashes lay in contrast to his skin. He looked so rested it hurt, it hurt because you were the reason for his weariness. You were the one putting him through all this. 

You were beginning to fill with restless energy as your mind began to run wild. Your body wanted to toss and turn but you didn’t dare wake Andy. If you woke him he would know something was wrong and wrong wasn’t normal, you needed to remain normal for a bit longer. 

The room suddenly felt humid and close, it felt difficult to breathe even as you pushed the covers back. You needed fresh air, you needed to get out. You’d go for a quick walk around the block, nothing too far and crazy. Hopefully just enough to clear your mind or wear you out enough to finally sleep. 

Carefully as you could you crept out of bed and out of the bedroom. You managed to cross the first hurdle of getting out of bed without Andy noticing, but the next hurdle was higher because Frank was asleep on the couch and you needed to creep past him to get to the door.

You managed to get all the way to the door before the creaky floorboard gave you away. Frank woke with a start, his head whipping around to spot you by the door. 

“Hey, what’s up? Something wrong?” he yawned rubbing his eyes tiredly. 

“Yeah I just uh- wanted a drink” you whispered hoping he didn’t see through your lie. 

It was clearly no use though as he arched a knowing brow “The kitchen door is that one” he said pointing to the door you’d already passed, clearly he was used to detecting Mary’s lies. 

“Oh uh yeah, and some fresh air” you corrected clearing your throat “It's pretty hot”

Frank lets out a yawn as he stands up with a big stretch “Yeah it’s hotter out there” he says as he walks over to his desk and grabs a set of keys.

You struggle to try and find a different excuse, something to just reassure him that you were fine and to get back to bed “Frank I-I-” you stuttered. 

“It’s fine, you need a drink and some air then that’s what we’ll do,” he says grabbing a hoodie from the back of the couch and chucking it at you “C’mon I know a place” he continued, walking over to open the door you where still frozen in front of “after you,” he said gesturing for you to head out. 

You swallowed nervously glancing over to the bedroom door where Andy was sleeping before you nodded and made your way out with Frank. 

You slipped on the hoodie Frank had given you as you followed him away from the apartment. Stuffing your hands in the pocket you remained silent feeling like you were about to get a telling off. The only solace you had was that you were walking away from Andy, Frank wasn’t going to rat you out maybe you could convince him that you were truly fine. 

A short while later you arrived at the harbour, first Frank headed over to his workshop where he pulled out a cooler before he led you out to whatever boat he was currently working on. You watched as he hopped on board staying on the dock, he put the cooler down before turning back to you and holding out his hand. 

“We’re going out? It's the middle of the night” you pointed out. 

“I know we’re just gonna sit here, drink and talk” Frank said still holding out his hand for you. 

You still hesitated. You knew exactly what he meant by talk and you knew you couldn’t keep pretending, he was not going to let you go back without giving him something. Glancing to the side you contemplated just walking away. Frank couldn’t exactly stop you, you could just go back to Andy. That is if he hadn’t noticed your absence already. You knew it was just delaying the inevitable though. 

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and took a moment to gather yourself. When you re-opened them you looked over to see Frank still waiting for you. The look on his face was calm and supportive, one that told you that even though he wanted you to talk he wasn’t going to push you too fast, you could still take this at your pace. So you took his hand and took the leap. 

Onboard you took a seat, Frank doing the same. He opened up the cooler while you tucked yourself in the chair tight, looking out at the dock, the sound of waves breaking calming you. Frank then got your attention by nudging your shoulder with a beer bottle, you silently thanked him before taking a large sip.

Frank moved to sit in the chair opposite you, letting out a long sigh as he did so “Right… I don’t want you to think this is a telling off or me trying to tell you how to handle all this shit, but normal just isn’t working” he said. 

You let out your own long sigh as you looked down at your beer bottle, scratching the label with your thumbnail “I know” you whispered “I just don’t know what else to do” 

“That’s okay, do you know what you need?” Frank asked gently. 

“I need Andy, I need you and Mary and everyone else” you said shaking your head “and I just know if things aren’t normal I will lose all of you”

“Bullshit” Frank stated, his outburst making your head snap up “I’m sorry,” he said holding out a hand to placate you “You are not going to lose any of us, why would you even think that?”

You let out a small scoff, looking back down “You’ve seen the news” you muttered.

“You mean all the lies that fucked up family are trying to spin? Yeah I’ve seen it and I know you, I know it’s not you” Frank told you. 

“It is though, or at least was for those 4 months” you retorted refusing to look back over at him. 

“What do you mean? Of course you aren’t” Frank stated, you almost admired his stubbornness but right now you knew it would just hurt him if he refused to see the truth. 

“Frank I cheated, there’s no two ways about it, I slept with another man” you admitted finally looking back over at him “Andy should be disgusted by me! I’m pretty sure he is! Always hesitating and keeping his distance!”

Frank was silent for a few moments. Your admission seemed to have stunned him into silence, maybe you finally got through to him. He took a long pull of his beer before sitting forward. 

“You need to stop that… stop blaming yourself, because I know Andy doesn’t and trust me I know him far too well, our University days still haunt me,” he said managing to pull a small snort of laughter from you “so trust me when I say he doesn’t hate you or blame you, the only person he blames is that sick son of a bitch that took you” 

That brief moment of levity you felt disappears instantly as you try to listen to what he was saying but you just couldn’t. You slept with Ransom while dating Andy, yeah you didn’t know that at the time but you still did it.

“Frank I-” you said shaking your head.

“Nope you’re listening,” he said standing up from his seat and moving to crouch in front of you taking a deep breath before speaking again “Okay I’m about to get real serious… let's reimagine the situation, imagine that he still kidnapped you but you still had all your memories, everything else stays the same, he rapes you… do you think Andy would still be standing by your side?”

You took a moment to answer, picturing the situation in your mind. You knew Andy had handled a couple of Rape and Sexual assault cases and he’d always fought as hard as he could to get the victims justice.

“Yeah” you whispered your voice breaking “Yeah he would”

Frank’s lips twitched upwards “Exactly, now I don’t know the law as well as Mr Bigshot ADA but I know you did not have enough information to correctly give consent”

Silence fell between the two of you as the weight of Frank’s words weighed down on you. Each time you thought about your time with Ransom it never crossed your mind but thinking back on it now you were always hesitant, felt pressured into having sex. Heck, you couldn’t even remember saying the word yes. That realisation felt like a punch to the gut. 

“Fuck” you muttered dropping your head into your hands.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay,” Frank said softly as he wraps his arms around you “We’re going to help you I promise, you’ll get through this” 

He held you as you broke down, all the weeks of holding back the hurt tumbling out of you in one failed swoop. You felt like you couldn’t breathe you were crying so much but at the same time you felt so much better, you felt lighter, you felt more normal. 

By the time your tears finally subsided you were exhausted, as you pulled back you saw Frank also had tears in his eyes that he was trying to hold back. 

He gave you a gentle watery smile as he cupped your cheeks and wiped away your tears with his thumbs “Better?” he asked. 

“Yeah… Yeah much better thank you, I- I didn’t realise how much I needed that” you admitted with a shaky sigh. 

“It’s alright, and look I don’t know why Andy is acting weird but I’m sure it isn’t because he thinks you’re disgusting or that he resents you,” Frank said putting a comforting hand on your knee “Fuck Y/N that man loves you so, so much, I’ve known him for years and I’ve never seen him this in love”

“Really?” you asked, the niggling thought of doubt still in your mind. 

“Really. He just wants to make sure you’re okay and is overthinking what to do and is scared to do something wrong, heck I’m constantly second-guessing myself trying to make sure that what I say and do doesn’t accidentally upset you because I don’t want that, we want you to be happy” Frank reassured you “just talk to him, tell him how you’re feeling and he’ll tell you what he’s feeling because right now you’re working on what ifs and what that little voice in your head is telling you and that’s almost never right”

You nod your head “I will I promise” you agreed “I hope Andy hasn’t woken up and panicked that I’m gone”

Frank shook his head “I left a note on my desk in case he did” Frank reassured you “But we could go back now if you want?” 

You shook your head, while you felt better you still needed a little time to fully calm down before heading back to Andy “No can we stay a little longer?” you asked.

“Sure, not a problem” Frank said with a gentle smile before standing back up and heading back to his seat “So what do you wanna talk about?” 

You shrugged your shoulders “I dunno… you seeing anyone at the moment?” you asked, earning a snort of laughter from Frank. 

“Uh… no… not really…” he said after a moment, shaking his head. 

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like nothing” you hummed taking a sip of your beer. 

“You know for most people, if their ex was that interested in their dating life it would be weird” Frank pointed out, once again deflecting.

You rolled your eyes and sent him a pointed look. While you were a mature student at university, you had met Frank at a local coffee shop during winter break and the two of you hit it off almost immediately. You found out he was an assistant professor when you went on a couple of dates, but it wasn’t until you took an ethics class that you found out that he was an assistant professor at your university. Most specifically he was your assistant professor. 

The two of you decided to keep dating since Frank wasn’t the professor marking your work. You still kept it quiet though since it was frowned upon, when it got to summer you thought things would get easier but instead, it just fizzled out and you went your separate ways. You didn’t see Frank again in September, you found out years later that he’d moved to Florida with Mary. 

You only reconnected years later when Andy took you on a holiday to Florida to meet his oldest friend. Needless to say, it was a little awkward but you soon fell into a regular rhythm with you and Frank being just friends. You did wonder though if Frank ever held a light to you. 

“Okay fine…” Frank relented with a sigh “There’s a new bartender that I like, but I think I blew it before I even had a chance” 

“Were you your usual grumpy self?” you said knowingly. 

“I’m not grumpy…” Frank huffed, frown on his face before sighing “I mean maybe I was… I was having a rough day and just walked in and ordered my usual thinking it was Ferg behind the bar but it was her and maybe my tone was a little rude and maybe it was her first day”

“Wow really great first impression” you snorted shaking your head at him. 

“I did apologise but I dunno I think the damage is done” Frank sighed taking a long pull of his beer. 

“Maybe I can put in a good word when we go to Fergs tomorrow” you suggested with a wink. 

“No, no, you don’t need to do that” Frank stated shaking his head. 

“What? I can be a great wingwoman” you argued only earning a loud laugh from Frank, one that made a wide smile grow on your face “I can!”

“You tell yourself that” Frank chuckled. 

The two of you continued chatting for a little while longer before making your way back to the apartment. As you worried, you found Andy waiting for your return, sat on the couch wringing his hands together nervously. When you walked in he shot up from the couch clearly trying to remain calm. 

“Everything okay? I- I saw the note” he said swallowing nervously, he went to take a step forward but hesitated. 

Before your conversation with Frank you would have seen that as him not wanting to approach you, but now you realised he was giving you space and waiting for you to invite him in. So you gave him a soft smile and closed the distance, reaching out to take his hand, Andy’s breath catching when you did so. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you told him “I just needed to get some air so Frank took me to the harbour” you explained. 

Andy let out a small shaky breath as he nodded his head “oh-okay”

“But tomorrow can we go somewhere to talk? Just us two?” you asked “I promise everything is okay I- I- I just think we should talk and clear the air a bit”

“Yeah, of course we can” Andy sighed, relief clear in his voice as he ran a hand down your arm soothingly “We’ll go the beach first thing”

A soft smile formed on your lips “Thank you Andy” you said before looking over your shoulder at Frank “and thanks Frank, for the drink and air”

“It’s nothing, sleep well” he smiled as he moves back to the couch. 

Andy squeezed your hand as you made your way back to bed yourself. You climbed back into bed and instantly sought out Andy, curling into his warmth. He wrapped his arms around you securely placing a long kiss to the top of your head. 

You looked up at him and smiled at him warmly “I love you Andy, so, so much” you whispered.

Andy looked stunned for a split second before a warm smile bloomed on his face “I love you too, sweetheart, more than you could ever know”

Something had shifted last night, Andy felt it as soon as you walked back into the apartment last night. It terrified him. 

He thought everything was okay but clearly he was wrong. Why else would you sneak out last night? Talk to Frank instead of him?

He feared the end was coming and when you told him you loved him last night it was actually a goodbye. He wasn’t good enough for you and you’d finally realised it. The talk you wanted to have would be to end it.

Needless to say Andy barely slept. He just held onto you tight because this was probably his last chance to. He watched as the sun came up and wished it hadn’t.

Not even the smile you gave him when you woke did anything to convince him that this wasn't the end. The look that Frank gave him as he left the apartment with you felt like the final nail in the coffin.

The walk to the beach was silent and all Andy wanted to do was beg for you to stay. He’d get down onto his knees and beg if it meant you’d stay. The silence stayed as you found a quiet spot away from everyone, sat down and buried your feet in the sand.

Andy swallowed his nerves as he sat down next to you. He wanted to take your hand but he didn’t feel like he could. As the silence drew on Andy could feel himself beginning to panic, his heart racing as the end came racing in.

He heard you open your mouth to speak but he couldn’t keep silent any longer as he blurted out a broken “Please don’t leave me” 

A beat of silence passed and Andy couldn’t bring himself to look over at you, he tried to blink back the tears as he stared out at the ocean.

“What?” You muttered “Andy I- I could never leave you” you said taking his hand and holding onto it tightly.

Andy looked over at you in disbelief “Really?” He asked, voice breaking.

“Really. Andy I love you so so much, there is no one else out there for me” you told him squeezing his hand “god I- I thought you were going to leave me and that broke my heart”

“Wh- why would you think that?” Andy muttered in disbelief, shaking his head as he tried to make sense of what you just said.

“Because I felt like I cheated on you” you admitted with a small shrug of your shoulders, Andy went to protest but you held up your hand to stop him “I know I didn’t, Frank made sure I realised that last night, but I was disgusted at myself, I felt dirty and tainted and I thought that you felt that way about me too”

Andy felt like he’d been punched in the gut. How on earth could you think that? Where had he gone wrong?

“Wh-wh-what? Wh-why?” He stuttered shaking his head.

“I don’t know really, you’ve been so sweet but there have been times that you’ve hesitated around me or seemed uncomfortable or angry and maybe I was projecting what I was feeling” you said looking down, pushing your feet further into the sand.

“That’s never been because of you” Andy breathed out “All I’ve wanted is for you to feel happy and comfortable and I’ve felt lost as to how I- I didn’t know what to do” he admitted his voice wobbling “and I’m angry at him for doing everything he did to you, I’m angry at the world for taking his side, I’m angry at myself”

“Why yourself?” You asked, confusion mared your face. 

“It’s stupid… but I thought that maybe I wasn’t good enough, I started comparing myself to him and whether someone like him with more money or time would be better for you, and I hated myself for thinking that because he’s a monster”  Andy admitted feeling his anger growing at himself as he did so.

You shifted next to him so you could face him “Andy. There is no one on this earth who is better for me than you, I don’t care about money or the number of hours you work, I admire how dedicated you are to getting victims justice and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way by pulling away and being distance” you told him.

“You didn’t it was all me I swear” Andy squeezed your hand to the drive the point home.

“It was me too, this breakdown of communication was both of us,” you said softly.

“Okay, it was both of us” Andy relented “but I swear I’ll be better”

“Me too, I don’t want you or anyone to hesitate or second guess themselves around me, I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable or at least signal,” you tell him.

“Okay, and I promise that I’ll do anything and everything I can to make sure you get your justice and prove to everyone that you’re not what he says” Andy promised.

You smiled softly “Thank you Andy”

“Anything for you sweetheart, I love you so much” he breathed out a smile forming on his lips.

“I love you too, with all my heart” You smiled, cupping his cheek to guide his lips down to yours.

He smiled into the kiss, his arm wrapping around you to pull you closer. Something had definitely shifted last night and Andy was just too blind to realise it. He knew it now though as he kissed you, because it felt different, it felt more real.

When you pulled away you shifted closer and moved so you could rest your head on his shoulder. Shoulders that felt lighter as some of the weight he’d been feeling had been lifted. There was still the possibility of a trial ahead but at least he knew he didn’t need to fight to keep you.

The both of you sat in comfortable silence and you looked out at the ocean, just watching as the waves crashed onto the sand. As he sat there he suddenly felt the need to confess something.

“I was going to propose that weekend” he admitted.

“I know,” you said quietly “I didn’t know it was going to be that weekend but I knew you were going to”

Andy was almost stunned into silence “Really? How?”

“I found the ring, well the box, I didn’t look inside” you admitted with a chuckle “Your sock drawer really?” 

Andy snorted with laughter, shaking his head “I thought it was pretty good”

“Andy I do our laundry, of course, I’m going to go in there” you laugh “Your filing cabinet would have been better, I wouldn’t dare look in there and accidentally mess with anything” 

“Well it’s going in there when we get home that’s for sure” Andy laughed poking you in the side.

“Okay, and I don’t want you to feel any pressure about popping the question with everything going on, I’d want it to be the right time, a good time,” you told him.

“Good because I still want it to be some sort of surprise” Andy chuckled.

“And if there’s any doubt, I promise I’ll say yes” you smiled.

“Glad you hear it” Andy grinned leaning in to kiss you softly.

The two of you sat for a little longer before deciding to make your way back to the apartment. But just before you left the beach you pulled Andy to a stop. He arched a brow when he saw the nervous look on your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

“Can-“ you started before taking a deep breath “can we ask for the charge of rape to be added? Because Frank pointed out last night that I was not of right body and mind to give proper consent…. I mean I don’t ever recall saying the word yes”

Andy was stunned into silence before a wave of nausea rushed over him at your admission. He swallowed a couple of times before nodding “We can ask yeah, I want him to go down for as much as possible but I’ll be honest it’s going to be hard to pin that, it’s difficult enough with clear cut cases” he warned.

“That’s okay, we have to try right?” You sighed.

“And we will I promise” Andy sweared wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to kiss you on the top of your forehead.

By the time you got back to the apartment both Mary and Frank were awake and arguing “But why couldn’t I go!” Mary complained. 

“Because Y/N and Andy are here on vacation they don’t have to spend every moment with you, they can have time alone if they want” Frank reasoned but from his tired tone Andy knew this was probably the 5th time he’d repeated that. 

“It’s not fair” Mary pouted crossing her arms, however when she saw you and Andy her face lit back up “You’re back!”

“Yeah sorry sweetie, you were asleep when we left and we didn’t want to wake you,” you said crossing the room and bending down to be eye level with her “but I promise we’ll have plenty of time to hang out together while we’re here”

“Can I come with you tonight?” she asked hopefully.

“No” You, Andy and Frank all said in unison, earning another pout from Mary.

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[burningvelvet]

I completed Anne Brontë's Agnes Grey in one day yesterday. I'm in a book hangover, but here are my initial thoughts on the novel, as well as on Anne:

- Anne is an underrated Queen, but I already knew that from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, her second novel. If only she hadn't died at 29! Agnes Grey was her first foray into novel publishing, and proves how much she developed her talents in the interim between itself and Tenant, which most people would agree is much better.

Yet, for a debut novel, Grey is nevertheless impressive. Her acute observations and descriptions of social experiences are some of the most clear I've ever read, and she was as adept in her satire as Jane Austen. After reading both her novels, Emily's only, and more than one of Charlotte's (Jane, and currently 1/4 through Villette) I can say she's certainly the most moral and progressive Brontë, and maybe even the most socially intelligent. There's a lot of humor in this book, and despite some of the dark themes, it never feels miserable.

Anne was a remarkably resolute woman, which comes through in both her heroines; even when they are oppressed and trapped in the most dire situations, they consciously refuse to adopt a victim mindset, instead trusting in their own strength and resilience. After enduring much suffering, both heroines trust in their faith, focus their energy on creating good lives for themselves, and by doing so achieve happiness in the end.

Anne Brontë's heroines are true examples of female stoics in the original philosophical sense, capable of great empathy and feeling as well as self-control and self-discipline. The Anne Brontë heroine has a quiet confidence about her. She champions moderation and common sense, not because she is boring or easily written off by the misogynistic epithet of "prude," but because she has witnessed true chaos and experienced true misery, and these things have served to make her more calm because she does not internalize them but triumphs over them. She has decided to learn from life's lessons and seek a life of tranquility, simplicity, and faith.

- This novel has everything! We've got the (literally designated) not-so-reformed rake in Sir Thomas Ashby (and what a rakish name that is), we've got some demonic children, we've got a sexy country parson, religious discourse, depictions and poignant criticism of classism, sexism, marriage, animal abuse, etc.

- Mr. Hatfield is basically Mr. Collins from P&P. Matilda rejecting him was golden.

-- The beginning of this novel, summarized: "I can't wait to meet these amazing children I've heard so much about! Gee, I really hope they aren't sociopathic animal torturers! What are the odds, am I right?"

-- No wonder the Brontë's didn't succeed in setting up their own school -- being a governess or teacher was simply horrible back then, as it largely still is today, and I think for the most part some of them simply weren't cut out for the job to begin with -- which is saying nothing bad about them or their abilities. Maybe if they lived today they would have done well as teachers or professors with a little more modern structure and having workers rights, etc...

-- I like the short length of this novel! It goes by very fast, and I read the first 100 pages or so myself very quickly, and the rest in audiobook format, but this is very rare for me. I've become accustomed to the Brontë family "language." I'm glad I didn't start with this novel though; I think it's easier to appreciate Agnes Grey after reading their "greatest hits" (Tenant, Jane, and Heights). It definitely isn't my favorite Brontë novel but then again I don't have a favorite. They each fulfill slightly different functions yet have many overlapping themes, so it's difficult to rank them.

-- I think one of the reasons this novel may not be as popular as it could be is because the first half of the novel is generally bleak and this may cause people to give up. The narrator's life generally improves in the second half of the novel, but still, Grey does not have as much dramatic "umph" as does what I hereby dub the "Brontë Greatest Hits Triad" (Heights/Tenant/Jane) which all will prefer. Still, the novel is worth reading for any Brontë fans as it is good and contains many of the Brontë tropes we all know and love. It also stands as a marked contrast to Anne's second novel The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, and makes me appreciate that novel so much better.

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[neomujinjja]

Hi, Hello, my name is what you want it

Pairing: Non idol! Sunwoo x reader

Genre: Spy au, slight angst

Warnings: not edited, betrayal, sunwoo's a liar, i try to reference to Maverick, long-ish

Synopsis: On a mission, you discover a secret about your boyfriend while trying to gain intel.

Note: I might write a second part of this cause I have an idea but we'll see. Also this took so long cause of course I didn't remember my original plot line (because I thought of it during work) 😐

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"Agent B, the target is at the left-side end of the bar" the voice on your earcom informed you. Your mission was to gather information from the tenants at the charity event. It was believed that someone here was behind the latest events. You walked over to the bar, standing next a male dressed in all black. Despite his back turned to you, you couldn't help but feel that you recognized him. You order a Mojito as you decided to keep an eye on him just in case. You turned to scope out the crowd and area; it had already been done by the team but you felt reassured upon a double check.

"Not mingling out there?" a male's voice asked you. You first noticed the smirk formed on his thick lips before analyzing the rest of his face. His eyes also showed a recognition of who you were as you made the connection.

"Sunwoo, what are you doing here?" you whispered to him, being careful to not have your conversation heard by others.

"I could be asking you the same thing, Y/N" he responded with a low volume. Sunwoo was your boyfriend of 3 years, but the odd thing was he worked in a delivery company.

"I told you I worked for a private investigative company, Sun. The real question is what a delivery man is doing at a high-class charity event?" you countered back as you raised your eyebrow at him. While you never told Sunwoo the entire truth, you hadn't kept your field a secret from him. Shaking your head, you walked away from the male. Right now, you couldn't afford to be distracted, and being around Sunwoo: who lied to you for 3 years was bound to.

-

"How's that new mansion treating you? If I recall correctly you were mentioning that it was fairly isolated" you asked Natalia, she and her husband had recently purchased a new house.

"Oh yes, we haven't gotten it fully furnished yet but it is so peaceful. You know, it's nice to get away" she told you and the rest of the group with a light laugh. "Are you interested in the area, Derby?" Natalia asked you after a moment of the others agreeing.

"Yes, my family is looking for a new winter house. Something that will fit the entire family for the holidays" you said after nodding. "Plus keep the kids busy" you joked and laughed with the group of ladies.

"Sorry Ladies, do you mind if I steal her from you guys?" a voice asked again, a voice that you didn't want to be around right now. The group of ladies giggled at Sunwoo's interjection before they nodded. You could tell by their smiles that the two of you would be their next gossip for at least a week. Sunwoo just smiled and thanked them as they left. He grab your hand, pulling you into a secluded spot.

"What do you want?" You asked him, looking forward at the crowd. You didn't want to face him for multiple reasons. One part because of the mission you were tasked with and one part because you hurt by him.

"To talk."

"And we will, but not here."

"Babe-"

"No" you interrupted him with a stern tone. "I told you, Sun, we‘ll talk later. Just not here and not now" you continued before walking away from him. You headed to the bathroom, taking a deep breath.

"You okay, B?" the person on the ear-com ask you. They must have heard your shaking sniffles or noticed you weren't on the cameras anymore.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just had a shock and needed a moment. I'm heading back in now" you told them as you pat your face. You joined the crowd of the charity once again, talking to those you'd gotten closer to during the mission.

"Derby!" You turned at the sound of your undercover name. You were met with Fernando, someone that your group had found highly suspicious.

"Fernando~ Hi" you responded to him with a smile. "How have you been?" you asked him as he walked closer to you.

"It's been good, though I'm ready to go hunting" he responded with his own smile. You laughed along.

"You said, you hunt in Canada right?"

"That's right. I go throughout the fall and winter. You should join some time, I think you'd enjoy it."

"I'll have to think about it" you laughed before taking a sip of your drink.

-

You walked into the apartment tired from working. The lights are still off you noticed as you take off your shoes. You turned on the lights and moved to sit on the couch, waiting for Sunwoo to come home.

Upon the door opening, you looked over at it. Watching as your boyfriend walked inside of your shared apartment. "Can we talk now?" he asked as he took off his shoes. Sunwoo walked over to the living room and sat on the chair next to the couch.

"Yeah. So explain to me why my boyfriend who works in the delivery field was at a high-end charity event" you said, turning your body to face the male. Now that some time had passed, your hurt had turned into masked anger.

"Look, I get that you hurt by all of this. And I should have said something way earlier, especially after you told me" he started by saying. "I work as a spy for an organization. I was there gathering information, probably for the same reason as you" Sunwoo continued and you watched him through it all. "I didn't think I was going to get as close to you as I was. So I just used my cover job when we met, but that was the only thing I lied about" the man further explained.

"So you told me your real name but not your job. I told you that I work for investigation company and you still decided to lie. How were you sure I wasn't going to look into you?" you pointed out to him. His reasonings didn't make sense to you, it felt like there were holes within it.

"Even if you investigated, it was covered. Our hacker made sure I was in the system, and I do work there but not in the way most would think. I don't know either, I can't say why I told you my actual name" Sunwoo replied. "Did you?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side.

"Did I what?"

"Investigate me?"

"No". That was the truth, you hadn't looked into Sunwoo. You had trusted that he wasn't someone with bad intentions so you believed his words. It was apart of the reason that you hadn't lied to him, instead just keeping some of the truth hidden. Sunwoo nodded his head in silence. The two of you didn't say anything more after that. The air was tense and awkward as the two of you sat there, avoiding each other's eyes. "I need some time to think. We can talk later but I don't want to be around you at the moment" you told him as you stood up from the couch. "I'm going to stay at a friend's place" you continued before moving to the bedroom. You packed up your items for a week, hoping that would be enough until you talked to Sunwoo next. Sunwoo stayed on the couch, not trying to stop you instead watching you from his spot. You appreciate that he was listening to your words and giving you the space that you wanted.

"I never meant for it to turn out this way" Sunwoo says as you stand at the door, putting on your shoes.

"I know".

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[breezybangtanbebe]

Rush❤️‍🔥 : Changkyun

Tags: Quick drunk sex shenanigans, tandem masturbation, praising, slight dirty talk, relationship between readerxChangkyun, cum licking...

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Tonight wasn't one of those nights where there was time to waste on foreplay. You'd had enough of that on the ride over.

Changkyun's tongue tasted like vodka and cherry jolly rancher as it tangled with yours in the elevator. It was a wonder that you didn't run into any of the neighboring tenants in your building on the way up to your apartment. Lucky for the both of you since your boyfriend had a hand full of your clothed pussy as he pinned you to the corner just outside of sight of the CCTV.

"Fuck you're so wet.." he mumbles drunkenly against your lips and you smile with pride at the way he whimpered into the kiss. He could feel the arousal already seeping through the fabric of your panties as he rubbed you through them. His long nimble fingers move over the puffy mound of your pussy lips sensually.

The ding of the elevator doors opening signals him to withdraw his hand. He pulls his lips away and grabs you by the wrist to walk purposefully out of the lift and up the hallway.

The moment you're within the confines of your apartment, Changkyun is guiding you back into your bedroom, snatching off your clothes and pushing you on the bed.

You scramble back until you're up against the headboard, watching the way Changkyun pulled his shirt over his head hastily. He drops his pants and underwear and leaves them with the rest of the abandoned clothes on the floor to join you on the bed.

He settles right in front of you, your view of his pelvis obscured by your legs. Changkyun stares at you for a moment, biting his lip and glancing down at himself just as an idea sparks in his mind.

"Open up for me.." he says softly despite already pushing your knees apart. You spread your legs happily and begin scooting down from the headboard in preparation to get fucked. But he stops you with a shake of his head.

"What?" You frown and Changkyun readjusts his position on the bed, now sitting back on his knees. Without responding to you verbally, you watched with mild confusion as Changkyun licked his fingers and took a hold of his dick. He then pushes one of your legs down against the mattress with intention.

"Not yet. Show me...show me how you play with it.." he exhales, his tone dark and husky.

"Fuck.." you thought.

He was so incredibly fine that it didn't matter what he asked of you at that moment. You would have done it with no questions asked.

You obey without a thought, spreading your legs wider and giving him a front-row view of how turned on you were.

His eyes drop to the pinkness of your folds and he immediately wraps his hand around the base of his dick. As your fingers delve between your lips to spread them, Changkyun slowly begins stroking himself with his gaze never leaving what you were doing.

One hand cupping your breasts and toying with your nipple.

The other makes slow circles over your bud.

Pinching it slightly between your fingers before plunging them as deep inside they could go.

The clear slick stretches between your fingers as you pull them back up to your clit, continuing to rub at it again.

A tiny moan escapes you and Changkyun reciprocates with his own groan of satisfaction. His dick is at full attention and bulging in his hand. Every vein is defined and prominent with every stroke. The tip is swollen and leaking already and Changkyun's pace increases steadily as you continue rubbing your clit.

"You look so fucking sexy baby...fuck I wanna fuck you.." he whines, still stroking himself. He shuts his eyes as his head tips back for a moment, pulling you from the focus on yourself to admire him.

His body was perfect. Toned and lean in all of the right places. His abs and chest flex as he moans shamelessly to the ceiling from stroking himself faster and when he glances back down at you, a frown crosses his face when he finds your hands unmoving and you watching him.

"Uh uhn...don't stop. Keep playing with it." He demands.

You comply reluctantly and rub over your folds unenthusiastically.

"But...I want you.."

He smiles.

"You want me?" He mirrors the question and you nod poutily.

"Make yourself cum first. Right now...I wanna see" he tips his chin towards you, continuing to stroke his dick.

You resume doing what you were doing before.

Biting at your lip.

Toying with your nipple.

Rolling your fingers over your clit.

After what felt like seconds, you find your rhythm and momentum. Now using both hands, you held your spread lips apart for you to strum your index and middle finger over your clit.

At this point, Changkyun is grasping you by your thigh and squeezing you as he fucked his fist at the sight and sound of you.

Wet and squelching sounds of the both of you filled the room, along with your mounting moans. Your chest heaved. Your breath quickened. Your legs shake.

All the telltale signs of you cumming were apparent and Changkyun was right on your heels.

"There you go. Good fucking girl. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop.." he says dominantly, making you whimper needily as it added to the moment. Making every stroke of your fingers more imperative.

Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks and your back arches from the mattress. Your mouth gapes as you cry out your man's name along with a string of unintelligibles.

"Oh my god...." He groans out in response. Your leg was still shaking when he squeezed you harshly, bucking his hips into his hand until hot white spurts of his seed began shooting from his dick. They land on your skin, warm and thick, and Changkyun screws his eyes shut as he jerked himself faster.

When he had forced every sweet drop from himself that he could, he dropped his head. His shoulders shudder as a chill runs over him and his dick remains stiff but slightly droopy in his hand.

After a beat, he glances up to find you looking back at him with eyes as glazed over as his.

Awestricken and full of bliss.

For a moment you said nothing and neither did he. You only basked in the high of each other, amazed at how erotic the passing moment just was.

"Damn..." were the first words spoken, coming from you as you blinked away the haze. Changkyun smirks and chuckles breathlessly as he leaned up, pushing his hair from his face as he did.

"I know right...." He murmurs, shaking his head.

As it usually went after sex, you would wait patiently in whatever position your insatiable man left you in and relished in his top-notch aftercare.

But instead of hopping up to retrieve a damp washcloth from your bathroom, Changkyun only glances down at your body.

At first, blankly.

Then, curiously.

You were just about to ask him what he was thinking when he suddenly leaned toward you.

Your eyes go wide when Changkyun unexpectedly stoops down with his tongue extended and ready to lick up the thick puddles of nut that gathered over your tummy. He makes no expressions of hesitance or disgust as he cleans up his mess and your walls clench with wanting at the sight of him.

After licking up every bit of cum he could find, Changkyun rises to loom over your body and lean forward to kiss you.

Immediately, the familiar taste of vodka, cherry jolly rancher, and cum mix beautifully between your tongues as his body melts into you.

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Boyfriend Changkyun is just.....

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[aplaceinthedark]

chapter two: AFRAID to KNOW

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch, and the Watcher.

CW: supernatural themes, weed

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously, I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know.

Granny hadn’t been kidding.

Later that morning, after I was done puzzling over what took the apples, the movers finally dropped off the rest of my furniture. I was contemplating where I was going to move said stuff, and like a sign from whatever deity, at noon sharp, there was a knock at the screen door.

The grandson was nothing like what I expected.

“I’m Nicholas,” he said with a small smile. I wasn’t expecting his arms and legs to be covered in tattoos, nor his long black hair to be in a messy bun, nor the large spacers in his ears.

“Taylor,” I said, because I was too much in shock to say anything else.

Once inside, he pushed his sunglasses up onto the top of his head. His eyes matched the cloudy skies outside. As he glanced around, he let out a low whistle. “It's been a while since I've been in the haunted house,” he admitted.

I raised an eyebrow. “Haunted?”

“Oh, it’s probably not,” he quickly backtracked. “A lot of us grew up thinking it was, since no one ends up living here for very long.”

I tried to remember what Granny had said about the previous tenants. She had made it sound like it had been recent, but I guess maybe it had been much longer than that.

“I’m learning a lot about this place,” I sighed.

He smiled sympathetically, his face slightly scrunching up with the movement. “Yeah, Granny told me she came by yesterday. She didn’t spook you too much, did she?”

“No, she didn’t,” I said. Honestly, if anything would have spooked me, it would’ve been the disappearing apples. I peered over to the massive pile of furniture, then to the empty space, and then to Nicholas. “Well, I'd offer a place to sit, but…” I waved a hand over all the cellophane-wrapped monstrosities.

“It’s fine. I need to smoke anyway. You're not against weed, are you?”

Outside, I learned that Nicholas was - go figure - a tattoo artist, dividing his time between here and a friend’s couch in Richmond. He spent all of his childhood here, and now he lived with Granny to help her around the house.

“She used to fill all our heads with all kinds of warnings about the woods,” he said.

“Did you believe them?” I asked.

“More than I’d like to admit.” He chuckled. “What about you? Where’d you come from?”

“Newport.”

“Lemme guess… Navy brat?”

“You know me so well,” I drawled sarcastically, motioning for the joint.

“This place must be completely new to you.”

“Well, anywhere is better than there,” I said, staring ahead to avoid his quizzical expression.

Moving furniture soon became a wonderful distraction, and despite probably being held at gunpoint to get him to come out here, Nicholas was a huge help. He actually did a lot of the heavy lifting, which was a relief for me. But he wouldn’t take payment, though he did eventually acquiesce to a sandwich and beers.

“What’s with the extra sandwich?” he asked, eyeing the plate I had left on the counter.

“That’s…uhm…” I trailed off as I tried to think of a better reason than ‘I'm experimenting on the wildlife to see what snuck up on my porch last night.’

“Saving it for later?” he asked.

“Yeah!” I just decided to go along with that.

I didn’t know if it was just me unconsciously reaching out to someone my own age, or if it was just because the whole situation was… odd, but I couldn’t tell him about the apples and the mysterious animal. Even if it turned out that I was feeding a family of wild raccoons, I couldn’t justify telling Nicholas about it.

Or I was just going local already, and I was only three days in.

Nicholas stayed and helped around the house for a few more hours after that, even after I had called a stop to it all. When we chatted over another joint, I learned he was actually pretty sweet. We both had a mutual love of cats and Star Wars. He even showed me a picture of his chubby black-and-white cat, Jerry, and his small calico, Lydia.

“I want to get a cat eventually,” I said wistfully.

“It’ll have to be an indoor cat,” he warned.

“Oh, because of the wild animals out in the woods?”

“Yeah,” he said, a little quieter than before. He then glanced out the window. “Shit. I better get going or Granny will be calling the rangers.”

“Don’t wanna get caught out after dark?” I teased.

“You have no idea.”

After exchanging phone numbers and goodbyes, he drove off. When I was absolutely sure there was no way he could be watching, I went inside to retrieve the sandwich.

The weather finally broke overnight; the low rumbles of thunder in the distance brought me out of my dreamless sleep. I twisted over and looked at my phone’s clock. 3:13. Fuck.

While still trying to stay sleepy, I groggily made my way to the bathroom, maneuvering around the dark using my phone’s flashlight. I was still learning my way around the house, despite the simple floor plan.

When I was heading back to my bedroom, I saw something move in the corner of my eye, almost like a shadow flickering in the light. I blinked, turning towards the movement. One of the curtains attached to the window next to the front door undulated in the breeze. Fucking hell, how did I manage to miss closing a window? As I padded over, I heard a noise that made me come to a screeching halt. Was that thunder? It sounded too close.

When I heard it again, I dropped to the ground like someone was shooting the place up. That was definitely not thunder.

Something was on my front porch.

As I slowly shimmied along the floor, I thought of all the scenarios of what could be on the front porch, and what would happen if they broke into my house. By the time I got to the window, I was almost certain that a psycho lumberjack was about to bash down my door to come in and murder me.

With my back against the wall, I slowly lifted my phone up to the windowsill, using the selfie camera as a periscope. Turning it various ways, I found I couldn’t see shit. So at least whatever it was wasn’t at my door.

I waited to see if there would be another noise, and when there wasn’t any, I got up onto my knees to peer through the bottom of the curtain. Nope, still nothing. I then reached up to slowly close the window.

The sound it made was almost unholy. The wood must have suffered some swelling, and the scraping sound it made against the window frame scared me. The reaction was immediate. Whatever was on my porch took off like a gunshot, and was gone.

I flinched, dropping back to the ground, thus not seeing what it was. After a few more minutes of unnerving silence, and despite my heart screaming at me not to do it, I slowly stood up and unlocked my door. With shaky hands, I opened it and poked my head out.

Almost immediately, my eyes fell down to the plate. It wasn’t where I had left it. It was upside-down a couple feet away from its original spot.

And the sandwich was gone.

Any recommendations on the nearest place to buy a security camera?

I woke up late, not being able to fall asleep until exhaustion claimed me when dawn came. After consuming my third cup of coffee, I texted Nicholas.

Nicholas 🐱: ? Already got porch bandits?

I wish I could’ve texted back You have no idea, but instead what I texted back was:

I put out a bird feeder and something destroyed it. I wanna catch the little fucker who did it.

A bolt of shame shot through me. My first possible friend and now I’ve lied to him twice already.

Nicholas 🐱: 😂 Good luck finding one within 30 miles of here. Your best bet is Prime at this point.

Grumbling, I started searching for nearby electronic stores or hardware stores, maybe both so I could knock out two places at once. Unfortunately, Nicholas was right, and I couldn’t go anywhere without making it an afternoon.

I sighed. Time to hook up my washer and dryer then.

“Fucking… fuck… There!” I cursed at myself as I finally got the dryer hooked up. I rolled over onto my back and let out a huge sigh of relief.

I laid out on the floor of the washroom for several minutes, letting the tutorial on how to hook up washers and dryers play out. Wi-fi had been the first thing I hooked up, which was a lot easier than… this.

The buzzer on the washer went off, startling me out of staring at the ceiling. With my hip protesting, I got up slowly.

Only having a few hours of daylight left, I hurried to hang up some of my non-tumble clothes that had been in boxes for way too long. I had strung up a rope between two trees temporarily, and pinned up my hoodies.

I turned back to go into the house, when I saw something in the woods that made me pause. Something that was a different color than the green and brown of the trees. It flapped in the wind, caught on a tree branch.

I walked over, plucking the dark fabric off the branch. It looked like someone's clothing got stuck and had been torn off… like they had to run before they got caught. I looked behind me to my house. The side of my front porch was directly behind me.

I looked down and saw the imprint of… something in the still soft mud. It looked too big to be an animal, but it didn’t look like the shape of a human shoe. Then I saw another imprint, but it looked different than the first.

That's when I noticed the trail that led from my porch to the woods morphed into something recognizable as an animal the closer it got to the woods.

I followed the trail to the edge of the woods, and then farther in. I was about to take a step into the tall grass when a large hand grabbed my shoulder.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

I yelped, twisting out of the hands grip and scrabbling away. I had to catch myself before I fell on my ass. Breathing heavily, I looked up into large, familiar black eyes.

“Hi, I'm Noah.”

Tysm for reading! Next chapter coming soon!

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #bad omens au #noah sebastian fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #jolly karlsson fanfiction #nick folio fanfiction #horror au #paranormal au #tag: non binary character #fic: lost in the labyrinth #series: lost in the labyrinth #cw: supernatural themes #cw: weed

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

New in Town

Original work featuring @bellygunnr's and my ocs :o)

Sometimes the apartment where you live is overbearing and the new guy who moved in definitely has something wrong with him but he's trying his best, even if it makes the AI antsy.

-

You don't know the newest tenant, the one who was placed into 3-C on the corner above you. You haven't seen him on your morning run or the afternoon mail check or even on your evening trip to the shop on the corner.

You have seen a beat up yellow monstrosity in the parking lot and heard the whispers of a new guy, newer than you from both Mrs. Troy and Señora Goncalves. Mrs. Troy told you over tea after you heard it from Señora Gonclaves after little Samuel showed up at your door with a dish you had to wash and return.

You had no trouble eating, but apparently everyone in your building thought you couldn't feed yourself. Or maybe they just worried. It was sweet, if you hadn’t already caught the interest of an all-seeing mother hen.

It was just funny to you how it worked out. It was hysterical that Mrs. Troy was third in line to bother you about the newer than you guy. Kingfisher hadn't shut up about the new guy, being uncharacteristically verbose despite not attacking you, your lifestyle choices, nor the state of your laundry.

"He has a worse sleep schedule than you, so it's no wonder you don't see him. His background check has some obvious tampering, but I put him in 3-C for a reason and he hasn't done anything except fiddle with his tech and talk to me." It ends the tirade with a synthesized huff and you feel its cameras turn to you for a response.

"Sounds familiar." You reply easily, smug satisfaction welling up as you wait.

"Ugh, fine, yes. You were interesting for other reasons. And more obviously normal and boring. He's interesting and weird and perhaps a danger so I need to keep an eye on him."

"Maybe if you upped the listing price, Landlord, then you wouldn't get all these strange men moving in."

"Hmm. Yes, attracting strange single men with nothing good going on in their lives has led to some problems."

"Ouch! Where's the first law draw the line with “do no harm”? You get mean when you're worried." You toss back as you rummage through your fridge. It was getting a little barren. You stand and peer out the window above the sink. Flowery curtains do nothing to obscure your view of the clouds coming in.

"I'm not worried. I'm vigilant."

"Uh huh. Well, Vigilant, that bright yellow eyesore is coming down the lane so you can creep on your new favorite tenant some more." You snip back.

"He better not be bringing in any more weird plants. You humans and your need for green and fresh air." It grumbles.

You peek out between the blinds and see the man stumble out of his car weighed down by grocery bags.

"Maybe I should go check the mail." You say.

"It hasn't come yet."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to look."

"It's too early for contact! You'll give something away! You're terrible at controlling your face." Kingfisher’s usual blue waveform fuzzes into orange as it gets riled up. 

"Nothing but nice things from you today. Why don't you sit there and get some datapoints from me having a normal interaction with a normal guy that you're probably freaking out with your terrible nosey looming."

You stare in silence at the camera above your front door. The interactive screen next to it has returned to the cool blue of Kingfisher Apartments. Complete with the bird logo shooting daggers at you with its eyes.

It extends for the length of time it takes for you to put on your shoes and grab your mail key off the table.

"I don't loom."

"We'll talk about it when I get back, okay dear?"

-

You close the door and take the stairs at a light jog, reaching the bottom and ducking into the mailbox alcove right as the new guy rounds the bushes and comes into sight of the front door.

You fumble the key into the lock and get the box open in time to hear him start to struggle with the door. A quick glance at the lobby camera. You wink, just to be annoying.

"Oh hey, let me help you with that!" You say, a polite smile on your face. It is genuine, but inside is another kernel of glee as you pat yourself on the back for this performance. "You're new, right? Welcome to the building, I'm over in 2-F."

The new tenant nearly drops his bags and whatever expression was on his face as he mumbled to himself during the journey from the car to the front door is gone.

He stares at you like kicked a kitten in front of him. You smile and then look away, eyes darting as you reflect on how you might have fucked up while holding a door open. This stranger looks like he's being crushed under the weight of too many plastic bags for a single journey up three flights of stairs.

The headphones around his neck make an unpleasant sound and he puts one handful of bags down to mess with the volume. It’s an old thing, analog tech with buttons and wires and not a touchscreen in sight.

"Sorry, yeah hi I'm Aiden. I haven't really met anyone here yet. Just had to run out and grab some food." You look him over as the guy overcorrects into nonchalance seemingly at gunpoint. After a moment his face drops again and he looks like he's wincing.

You, having worked retail, carry on like nothing out of the ordinary has happened. "Nice to meet you, I’m Graham. Can I help you get this stuff up the stairs?"

His eyes dart from you to the cameras to the staircase and the elevator.

"Or we can take the elevator, if you'd like. Looks like you have a lot to carry."

"Stairs!" He nearly shouts, "Stairs are good. I could use the exercise."

You blink and plaster some kind of grin to your face. Stooping to grab his bags and think of some normal conversation points, you grunt as you lift the four bags he had in his left hand.

He looks at you as you let out a soft 'oof'. You readjust the bags and smile. What the hell did this guy buy at the gas station up the road?

One bag is filled to the brim with instant mac and chips, but the other 3 are heavy as hell and seem to have milk, butter, and sacks of sugar and flour?

"I uh, needed some essentials."

"Hey man, no worries. I was the same when I moved in." You say through grit teeth. You work out so this shouldn't be hard, but goddamn what kind of guy buys 3 packs of butter when he moves in. Is he eating it by the stick?

"Like I said I'm over on the second floor if you need anything, and the neighbors around here are nice. They'll feed you as soon as look at you." You huff a laugh as you turn up the second landing. "Where are you?"

He struggles behind you with his own bags, now split between both hands. You can't hear the noise from the headphones but you swear it sounds almost like laughter. "3...C" He heaves out between gasps for air.

The guy is at least a head shorter than you and then some. He’s also skinny as hell. Wiry type of build buried under a bulky jacket and fraying shirt. He doesn't have any bad vibes about. Just weird. Antsy. The kind of guy you'd imagine gets drug along into things or accidentally gets in over his head.

3-C seems to mock you both as you make it to the apartment. The threshold seems less friendly than the other off white rooms; something about whatever is behind it sets off your nerves in a way the guy, Aiden, hasn't. Something like a chill passes over you and you look over your shoulder while he unlocks the door.

He stumbles inside with his bags with a sigh of relief, and then remembers you. There's anxiety in his eyes as he looks over his shoulder into the gloom of the room. You smile and hold out the bags and wish him well again.

"Welcome to the building." You smile and wave over your shoulder. You keep your pace normal until you reach the stairwell and jog down it. It's not until you're in your own apartment again with the door locked do you say anything to Kingfisher.

"Can you get haunted?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Aiden seems fine, scared, hiding something, but I didn't read him as dangerous. But his apartment feels...off. Scary off."

"Oh so we're using your gut to vet people now? And of course I can't get haunted. Ghosts aren't real."

"You don't know that."

#my writing #oc tag #OC: Graham #OC: Kingfisher #other's ocs #original work #When not going insane about my other guys I am sticking these guys in a blender

[mareenavee]

WIP Whenever~

Happy middle-of-the-week, everyone! I hope the writing's been good. I finished two whole fics this week. (Small, but still good.) Started on another, while getting about idk 1/3 of the way through chapter 27. That's what I'm going to share today! But first, tagging the most esteemed: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn (I have to know what's next lol), @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @rhiannon1199, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup and @archangelsunited -- If you aren't tagged, consider yourself tagged, and tag me back so I can see what you've got! Without further ado, here's a section of chaos from chapter 27 of The World on Our Shoulders.

Teldryn sat on the edge of Neloth’s bed, cradling a mug of canis root tea. His skin still stung from the constant prodding and scraping to check for any remnants of the blasted Stalhrim. He was still anxious, if he was being honest. It made it hard to stay asleep. Tel Mithryn was almost unnaturally quiet, except for the low hum of the Levitation Runes and the rapid flipping of pages. At the moment, Neloth was poring over a collection of tomes while everyone else was sleeping. It couldn’t be long before dawn now. The perfect hour, really, for negative thoughts to swirl around unmitigated. He sighed and sipped his tea.

To make things worse, Nyenna still hadn’t been able to maintain consciousness for long, despite all Neloth was doing to help her. He’d theorized something about swelling in her brain combined with a disruption of the flow of Magicka through her body. It was as if the rebounded Shout had somehow broken her mind in more ways than one. The implications of that alone had him thanking Azura he’d even survived the Shout he’d gotten caught up in during that first fight by her side. He’d already decided he’d never underestimate her again, but now… Was it a death wish to stand so close to such power? Did that matter, in the end? He looked down at Nyenna now, sleeping peacefully, hair a tangled mess against the pillow, stress gone from her brow. It didn’t matter, come to think of it. It wouldn’t be right to leave and let her figure this all out on her own. She was a risk, but one he’d probably stick by until time itself came unraveled, Gods willing. He stopped mid-sip at the realization. Best if he didn’t exactly say that aloud, all things considered.

Neloth sighed heavily at his desk and swore in Dunmeris, his tone more exasperated despite keeping relatively quiet. Teldryn wasn’t sure how much of a healer he really was; even though he’d done incredible work after the Red Year, his personality sort of conflicted with the basic tenants of Restoration magic. To his credit, he did at least seem rather concerned and had even set aside the Stalhrim to study Nyenna’s condition. He’d even forced Talvas, his assistant, to drop all his projects and papers to help. The boy was passed out on his own desk in the other part of the room, exhaustion of the last few days finally catching up to him. Varlais, too, had tried to help but ended up in more of a glorified servant’s role. He wasn’t really the thinking type, as Neloth had frustratingly come to find out. Teldryn had, of course, already known.

Teldryn did the best he could with his own Healing and Calm spells. He’d offered to go get Aphia from Raven Rock, but Neloth insisted he knew more than any other Mer in a thousand-mile radius. While that was likely true, there really was no downside to having an extra pair of hands. It was just as well…the debt he’d racked up with the grand soul gems wasted on Teleportation spells outshone his earnings from the last half-year at this point. He likely wouldn’t have to pay it back, except in insults and reminders of how heroic Neloth had acted. This would go on for the rest of existence, an inside joke turned into exhaustion in no time at all. But that was just how the old wizard had always been. And to be fair, he’d pay that cost again and again if it meant helping anyone after what they’d all been through, Nyenna especially so.

To Neloth’s other point, Nyenna’s Magicka was not loud now, not like it usually was. It hadn’t been for a few days, though whatever the affliction, it was at least healing. There was a huge difference from when he’d dragged her out of the Atronach’s lair. Then, it had been almost non-existent, barely registering at all.  She was so pale. She seemed so fragile. She’d been speaking in frantic Dovahzul, almost as if possessed. And her eyes… Gods, but… It was too difficult to recall that particular memory. He swallowed hard against the fresh wave of horror. He’d been terrified. He’d lived long enough now that few things were capable of even surprising him — but this whole situation had been almost too much. Not quite as bad as Red Mountain, despite the similar wrongness in the warp and weft of the place he’d felt, and the way their feet all had been moving of their own accord toward the danger. But it had been close. Living in the aftermath of that fight left him feeling somewhat hollow where fear had burned everything else away.

Unnerved, Teldryn sipped his tea and looked at her as she slept. It’d been a whole day since the last nightmare, so this peace was progress. As he’d done a hundred times in the last span of days, he reached out and brushed some of her curls out of her eyes. That power of hers was still there, like a shock under her skin, though dulled. He had hope, though, despite everything. Even in the void left behind by all the recent chaos, she gave him hope. He didn’t quite know how to tell her that without breaking unspoken rules.

#MareenaWrites #Teldryn Sero #Nyenna #The World on Our Shoulders #LDB/Teldryn Sero #Neloth #Skyrim #TES #tesblr #elder scrolls #skyrim fic #skyrim fanfiction #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr #WIP Whenever #WIP wednesdays #WIP

[halobirthdays]

Happy birthday to Ord Casto, the Prophet of Truth!

Today is his -372nd birthday!

The Prophet of Truth was the ringleader of the Covenant Hierarchs--a careful plotter willing to do anything to maintain his status--whether he needed to betray an entire species or even his fellow Hierarchs. It was his appetite for influence that began the Human-Covenant war under false pretenses, taking the entire Covenant down his path of deceit. Ultimately, Truth's untruths became untenable, and his scramble to cling to power proved to be his undoing.

Casto got his start as a junior staffer to the Minister of Concert. He was assigned to investigate complaints from Unggoy distillers' unions who complained that Kig-Yar vessels were purposely tainting a popular Unggoy recreational narcotic. Though initially doubtful, Casto discovered the allegations were true: a group of Kig-Yar shipmistresses were behind the ploy, performed as revenge for the displacement of Kig-Yar nests due to an Unggoy baby boom. Casto recommended stiff penalties but ultimately, the Minister of Concert chose only to fine the Kig-Yar. The Unggoy, outraged by the lack of serious action, became disgruntled and the matter quickly escalated into full-blown rebellion. These events would prove formative to Casto, and after the Unggoy Rebellion ceased, he would be promoted to Minister of Fortitude.

Conniving and manipulative, Casto would enjoy a long career as a politician. Though he was on the Roll of Celibates, this fact did not bother him, and he was content to focus on his political aspirations.

In January 2525, he met with then-Vice Minister of Tranquility Lod Mron (Prophet of Regret) to discuss a report that a Jiralhanae vessel had discovered a cache of Forerunner artifacts on a planet outside of Covenant space. This planet was the Human colony of Harvest. The two planned to use the discovery to pave the way for them to become Hierarchs. The pair would blackmail one of the current Hierarchs--Restraint--by getting him to reveal that he fathered illegitimate children despite being on the Role of Celibates. Restraint thought Mron would adopt his children if he told them, but instead, they threatened to reveal what he'd done if he did not resign as Hierarch.

The duo then brought the relics from Harvest to Philologist Hod Rumnt, the future Prophet of Mercy. The events that followed marked the utmost tier of Casto's manipulation and deceit. The relics activated Mendicant Bias, an ancient Forerunner AI (known by them as the Oracle) who laid dormant for thousands of years within the Forerunner Dreadnought within High Charity. The ancient AI spoke, revealing that everything the Covenant understood to be true of their religion was wrong: the Halos would not start the Great Journey, the Forerunners did not ascend to a higher path, and the "Reclamation" glyph of the Covenant religion was actually "Reclaimer": humans whom the Oracle believed to be the equals of the Forerunners.

Realizing the implications of this discovery, and erroneously believing that humans were, in fact, the descendants of the Forerunners, the three San'Shyuum silenced the Oracle and made a decision: if the most basic tenant of their religion was wrong, and humans were their god's chosen, they would have to be eradicated to maintain their station and prevent the truth from being revealed. The three then ascended to power as the Prophets of Truth, Regret, and Mercy, and the Human-Covenant war began.

After the battle of the Rubble, Truth grew paranoid about the station of the Sangheili, the backbone of the Covenant's military and their greatest threat if the truth about the Covenant was revealed. He learned that some Sangheili were already questioning why humans were being targeted rather than converted and did not dare risk betrayal. Thus, he made the controversial decision to make the Jiralhanae, the Sangheili's greatest competitors and the Covenant's most newly-converted species, the new warrior race of the Covenant, a position that had been reserved for the Sangheili for thousands of years.

Before Regret made his fateful blunder by arriving at Earth unprepared, Truth had already learned of Earth's location, but kept the information a secret, privately assembling a fleet so that he could crush the Sangheili after they destroyed Earth. The plan would fail when humanity discovered his fleet, and tasked Master Chief with destroying the command-and-control station. The Spartan team succeeded, and Truth scrambled to cover up the incident, even from his fellow Hierarchs.

Truth's final betrayal to the Sangheili would occur after launching a "rescue" mission for Regret, who independently discovered Earth's location and arrived unprepared. In the chaos that followed, he would send his own Jiralhanae fleet to assume control of Regret's fleet and kill the remaining Sangheili. Truth then called back the Phantoms sent to save Regret, essentially allowing Master Chief to kill Regret and his Honor Guards, which was the perfect pretense to deem the Sangheili unworthy of protecting the Hierarchs and replace them.

Truth, still determined to activate the Halo rings, sent Arbiter Thel 'Vadam(ee) to retrieve the Activation Index. Truth made this decision expecting 'Vadam and his comrades to die in pursuit of it, but, failing that, sent Jiralhanae Chieftain Tartarus to murder 'Vadam after retrieving the Index. Unfortunately for Truth, 'Vadam survived, saved by the Gravemind. After Truth replaced the Sangheili as Honor Guards, he quietly ordered the Jiralhanae to murder all Sangheili. The Sangheili believed this to be an insurrection until 'Vadam revealed the truth, causing the Great Schism and the beginning of the end for Truth.

In a last-ditch effort to activate the Halo rings, Truth launched the Forerunner Dreadnought, housed within High Charity, through the portal to the Ark on Earth. He raced to the Citadel on the Ark, the place where he could activate all of the Rings. He was pursued by the recently-collaborating UNSC and Sangheili forces, who were united in their understanding that Truth had to be stopped.

Just as he forced the captured Avery Johnson to begin the activation process, he was interrupted by the appearance of John-117 and 'Vadam, assisted by the Gravemind. Determined to take vengeance on Truth himself and not a flood-infected thrall, 'Vadam stabbed Truth through the chest as he declared himself the voice of the Covenant. Silenced, the Covenant empire collapsed.

#rest in pieces #also #i am once again begging you to read Contact Harvest #ord casto #the prophet of truth #the covenant #san'shyuum #halo 2 #halo 3

[ladykinrannoch]

Fate of Royal Lodge in the balance...

Pray tell what is the fate of the Royal Lodge?

Is it true that PA has not maintained Royal Lodge and that it needs extensive repairs and a new roof?

4 pentacles - the banker card, asking for money or hanging onto to what you have and being miserly. So yes, I think it does need extensive repair and he can't afford it.

Has PA been asked to fix it and if he can't to move?

10 Wands RX - this is being overwhelmed and burdened in the upright and in RX extreme burden. So yes, I think the reason he will move is because he can't maintain it and that the repairs must be done as part of the lease agreement and he hasn't got the money. I think Andrew is saying the Crown Estate should repair it and they probably would after he moves, but the fact is the lease says the tenant must maintain the property. So I feel he is getting a strong no.

Will Charles and the Crown Estate repair the property after PA moves?

Wheel of Fortune RX - gosh this is not a certainty, the Royal Lodge's future could be hanging in the balance. My next question is whether Charles will convert it to a public attraction or museum, but this card is already telling me that Crown Estates may sell it? Perhaps they have an offer from a hotel group that wants to convert it? Whichever way, it is telling me that its fate is not decided at this point.

Will KC convert the Lodge to a public attraction or museum?

3 cups RX - again not a positive card, I am feeling this is a no that maybe Crown Estates feels that Royal Lodge is excess to the BRF needs? Upright this would be confirmation and celebration. So I feel this is a no, maybe there is an emotional attachment to the property since it was Charles' grandmothers? Maybe he will keep it in the portfolio, but he is not sure what to do? In any event, this is blocked energy, so delayed family celebration.

Does Royal Lodge become the home of the Wales's?

5 wands RX - this is also very blocked energy, petty squabbles and infighting in the family. In RX it also means misinformation and dishonesty or even litigation. It is minor energy and not public, so I don't think we will hear about the fate of Royal Lodge for a while.

Underlying energy

Prince of Wands - This is an aspect of KC personality, this Knight is one who is an innovator who likes to do things his way, he can be impulsive in decisions, making snap judgements. It suggests that despite all the blocked energy in this reading that he will push ahead with his plans. This card indicates as an influence that blocks will be imminently removed. It is also a card of moving house.

Conclusion

There is no doubt that there are significant repairs required, perhaps unpopularly expensive repairs at that. It seems the fate of the house is hanging in the balance and there are some disputes but also some sentimental excessive emotion. It could be that in order for KC to keep this house, he may have to fund the repairs himself? He may not have the support of the Crown Estates to keep it in the CE portfolio. It is not clear what KC plans for the Royal Lodge are or whether he intends it for the Wales's due to some ongoing disputes and disagreements. The family card of 3 cups Rx suggests its time as a family home may not be assured.

Note: I need to go and read the last CE annual report to see what their portfolio strategy is and whether they are doing trade offs, i.e. disinvesting in certain areas to invest in others? I remember they were becoming active in windfarms and renewable energy, so maybe the 90 acres is seen as potential development land. What a shame that would be.

#royal reading #british royal family #tarot by ladykinrannoch #disclaimer for entertainment #tarot

[cynnvein]

Fauns

When creating races, I wanted to make sure they were distinct. Physically, socially, magickally, and sexually. Otherwise, they might as well just be another tribe/kingdom of a race I already have.

Fauns live to about 20 years, and have Elven-upper bodies and deer lower bodies. The females are extremely busty, (because they have to feed their babies twice as much), and they despise clothes. Clothes are something the Holy Gothic Empire forces upon it's slaves. They instead paint their bodies. Their body paints use colours and patterns that have deep meaning to other Fauns. If Fauns spend enough time with a Mannish family, they might, (reluctantly), begin to wear shirts. These shirts will typically be painted in patterns to tell other Fauns that they are not slaves.

They are considered adolescents at 2, and adults at 3, at which point they will leave their birth herd in search other another. Fauns are born 12:1 female, with only one male per herd. The male is the Warleader, in charge of the herd's defence, while the primary movements are controlled by the herd's Princess. A princess is typically the daughter of another princess who found a free buck to form her own herd.

When they see a group of Men, they consider it to be a herd, despite it's actual social structure. In a herd, the primary male is the warleader, whom has the responsibility of covering the females. They assume this is how all herds work, and so can lead to misunderstandings if a doe joins a Mannish herd. But, because they live such short lives, a doe of 10 is considered middle age, passed her prime, and therefore maybe beyond child rearing. As such, non-princess does will often simply wander by themselves if they feel it safe, maybe even engender themselves to a Mannish family.

Their magic is the verdancy of the forest, which can apparently meld the physical damage done to wooden Artifact Creatures.

They typically carry a quiver of javelins on their back as their primary weapons, and for hunting.

The Sin of Cynn and the Faun Saviour

For a millennia, there have been no Fauns in Cynn. Many thought this was strange, others thought it was natural, and others simply thought it Was.

As it turns out, the Men of Cynn had killed them off in ages passed. This is what triggered the Elves to get directly involved with Men, and gift them their divinity as a religion. The religion was then corrupted by the Holy Gothic Empire into Mannish supremacy, to the point that all non-Men, of the Greater Races, were considered to be defacto slaves. Other than Dwarves, as they are difficult to remove once they've dug into an area, and their economic benefits cannot be replaced.

Many Fauns disliked their, and openly attacked any representatives of the Holy Gothic Empire they encountered. They would normally lose, but take many of the soldiers down with them.

This was when they encountered the nascent Summer King. He had a colleague open a portal to send a herd back to Cynn, and every year on the same day since, until a treaty was forged with the Empire to end slavery.

One of the points made was that holding Fauns as slaves was not just unproductive, but counter-productive. They could patrol the forests FOR the Empire. Or flee to Cynn, where they had no obligations whatsoever. Taxes in Cynn are paid by landowners, and rent is payed by tenants. Vagrants, and those from undeveloped lands pay no taxes or rent.

Because of this, the Fauns hail him as the Faun Saviour, and to this day will do anything he asks of them. Many of the 10 year does came to his call, to patrol his new Kingdom of the Summerlands, far to the south, below the Orclands and Europa.

#fauns #fantasy #lion of cynn #greater races

[sixminutestoriesblog]

mousey times pt. 2!

@randomlifeunit

My first comment! Oh, you're lovely. Thank you! All right, yes, to answer.

Until I recently moved into a 'no pets' home, I had hamsters so I can entirely understand your boys' desire to keep small rodents captive for the mutual amusements of both sides. The first time I saw one of the NIMH mice in a cage instead of streaking across the floor like an oversized cockroach I too entertained the 'but what if we keep him?' thought. I'm proud to say I was just as sensible about it as you were...

but only just barely.

all right - story time! Here, have a cup of something nice and settle in

So, to recap, this winter I had several mice decide the inside of my place was good winter lodgings. I disagreed. I managed to catch three of them and then my brother in law was kind enough to come over and help me. Mice activity seemed to be centered in the kitchen despite the fact I'd locked all the food up like Fort Knox and so he helped me move the stove and the fridge out of the way. Sure enough, the floor behind the fridge had sunk, probably due to water damage from the last tenant, and the gap it left was big enough for a mouse to saunter through and not even have to remove his feather cap for. My BIL did some magic with spray foam and steel wool. He sealed some holes under the cabinets as well. Then he checked the rest of my place and went on his merry way, secure in a job well done. I cleaned up the layers of mouse pee behind the fridge that told me this wasn't their first Christmas there.

So I think all's well. Things are sealed up. I know my other rooms are secure. I've caught everyone I was aware of already and anyone that shows up tonight will just have to realize the hotel has hung out the No Vacancy sign.

Except.

Because you already knew there was an 'except' coming. Except, that night, while I was at my desk working on the computer I heard a squeak. A squeak from under the cabinets. And it wasn't a small squeak, no. It was the kind of squeak that held all the indignite surprise and mousy curse words something that small could possibly pack into it. The way the cabinets are set up, the 'floor' of the cabinet is actually raised off the floor of the kitchen an inch or so and apparently someone had been napping under them while my BIL had been busy sealing up all the exits. Waking up and ready for a night of mischief (and waving at me as they ran past on the counter) they'd instead found themselves sealed in!

So I've got a mouse trapped underneath my cabinets. No problem. I get the trap out, put some peanut butter in it and pull out the lowest drawer in the cabinets drawers to put the trap there. I know rodents can crawl up the backs of drawers though (because that's how the hamsters would often come to visit me when I was writing at my desk) so I seal it up with my good old standby of duct tape and go back to work. There's a bit of foamy gnawing, a few more squeaky curse words but nobody emerges into the kitchen and I figure it should only take a day or two for the peanut butter to work.

Wrong.

By day four the trap is still safely guarding its peanut butter and I'm starting to worry that the little mouse might be starving in there. Now, its probably a very small mouse and I should probably let it starve despite the smell because its only going to be a small smell for a little while but -

yeah. I can't let him starve. A hoard of previous hamsters rises up inside my heart. I pull up the duct tape and put down a little jelly lid with water in it and some of the birdseed I've been feeding the local chickens.

The next day the food is gone. The cage remains empty.

I clean the peanut butter out of the trap and put the seed in there instead. Two days go by. No mouse. I cave again and put some of the seeds on top of the cage. They're gone the next day.

So yeah. Basically what I'm saying is I provided bed and board to a mouse all winter long.

I tried the trap various times. I tried a different trap. I baited it with everything I thought a mouse could want. No go. Finally I just kind of gave in, bought real mouse food instead of bird seed and just made it a routine to replenish and rewater every other day. The mouse never came out. I never found a single poop or nibble anywhere in the kitchen, though from time to time I would hear little gnawing sounds or the unmistakable sound of a tiny mouse body doing tiny mouse things in one of the now empty, lower cabinets. I did find all the little holes in the cabinet though because the mouse smell did leak out of them and there's now decorative painter's tape in several areas. Everything that had been in the cabinets now found new homes in my bookcase. The Underneath was Mousey Territory now and we both stayed on our sides of that demarcation.

And then, one day, early this spring, I went to change the food and no one had eaten it. I kept an eye on things for almost two weeks but whoever my little surprise house elf friend had been, they didn't need my mouse food anymore. I keep a suspicious and sharp eye out but no mousey poop or chewed bags showed up anywhere else in the house. Maybe he died somewhere under the counter, asleep in a little curled ball in its nest of dandelion down I'd left for it but I never smelled anything whenever I opened the cabinets. I like to think he found a gap between the cabinets and the wall and is now running free, living his best mousey life in the newly planted corn fields with a wild story to tell all his mousey friends.

The cabinets remain empty and will continue to do so for the rest of my time here. If he did find a way out, I see no reason to encourage anyone else to move back in.

Did you ever find out how they were getting into your house? Was it seasonal for you as well?

#mouse #mice #rodents #mouse problems #storytelling #mouse story #story #ask answering #randomlifeunit #cottagecore #cause hey #cottagecore ain't all pretty pictures and white dresses

[beezywriting]

Modern Stranger Things AU. No Upsidedown or Vecna-ness. Just young adults trying to figure out life and stuff. There will be more parts and adult situations later on.

OC, Modern!Steve, Modern!Eddie, Modern!Robin, Modern!Max (mentioned), Modern!Wayne (mentioned)

Summary: After his breakup with Nancy, Steve tried to find the right girl. She just didn’t happen to be any of the many girls he went out with. A little discouraged about his current situation, he decided he was done trying, working on himself and all that. Until Eddie gets a mysterious new neighbor, and Steve is hooked on her before he even has a chance to be introduced to her.

Mentions drug use/smoking weed.

PART 2 IS HERE

Word count: 2235

Steve and Eddie sit on the front porch of the Munson trailer, a joint being passed back and forth between the two. Steve had just finished an early shift at Family Video and was still wearing the green vest sporting his name tag when he arrived at Eddie's, his glasses pushed up on top of his head almost hidden in his hair. Eddie on the other hand hadn’t even gotten up until nearly 2pm, and had spent the day with his guitar, Sweetheart, practicing songs for his next gig with Corroded Coffin.

By the time Steve pulled into his driveway around 6, Eddie had already been outside rolling up. Steve wasn’t even fully out of his car yet when he’d started complaining to his friend about his day, and as he climbed up the porch steps, Eddie was already holding the lit joint out to him. He took it between his fingers and brought it to his lips immediately for a hit, then took another before handing it back and diving right back into his story.

Fall was right around the corner, which meant Halloween was on the way, and the store kept getting new inventory. While there was plenty Steve wouldn’t mind grabbing to bring home and watch, the contrast of the early days and late nights to keep everything updated was keeping him exhausted and cranky.

He’d tried on more than one occasion to get Eddie to come and work with him and Robin, but after all the complaining Steve had done, and knowing that he would be working for Keith, he had told Steve there was no way in hell he’d be doing that. Instead opting for the music store in town. Sure it was a little sleepy, there was never a mad rush of people coming in to buy instruments or sheet music. But he loved it there. Sometimes if he knew it would be a particularly slow day, he’d take Sweetheart in with him and plug her into one of the really nice amps the store had that he would never buy. Sure it sounded fucking amazing, but his amp at home worked well enough, after a few surgeries anyways.

The two sat on the porch for a while, just shooting the shit and smoking. Steve had calmed down considerably, but he still had on that dumb vest, causing Eddie to chuckle every few minutes. They both watched as a car pulled into the trailer park, eyes following it lazily as it curves around the line of trailers, parking at one just a few up from the Munsons.

Eddie had lost interest at this point, having already met the new tenant when she moved in. But Steve was staring. Watching intently as the driver side door opened up and a girl he guessed had to be around their age stepped out. Her blonde hair was tied back in a low bun, a black sweater hung loosely off her shoulder despite the chill that was taking over the night.

“Who’s that,” Steve asked, taking the joint from Eddie’s out-stretched fingers. Deftly pulling his glasses off the top of his head and returning them to the spot on his nose so he could see.

Eddie looks up again as if he didn’t just watch her arrive at the same time Steve did, “Oh uh… Bec- Becca? Bex? She moved in last week.” As if this was obvious, and Steve was way behind on things. “We helped her unload some stuff. Me, Wayne and Red across the street. Seems nice enough, just looks mean.”

“Who said she looked mean?” Steve took a drag from the joint, letting the ashes flutter to the ground at his feet.

“Ever heard of ‘RBF,’ pretty boy,” Eddie teased.

Steve looked at him, eyebrows raised before realization hit him. A soft ‘ohhhh’ passing through his parted lips. The joint continued to burn between his fingers, completely forgotten by him until a hot sear touched his skin, the joint falling as he let out a curse.

“Dammit, Harrington,” Eddie isn't mad, but he is theatrical as he dives to save what was left of their smoke session. “I’d say we could invite her over, but you can’t even hang onto anything, you’d probably burn her.”

Steve’s cheeks redden a bit. It’s not like he’d done it on purpose. It just wasn’t every day someone new came to Hawkins that was actually their age. And not to mention he had struck out with most of the girls in town anyways. Just wanting him to say they’d had him, not because they actually wanted to be with him. But now he was way ahead of himself. He didn’t even know this girl's actual name and he’s prancing towards their future in his head like some psycho.

“She smokes,” Steve asked, super casually he hoped, as he watched her disappear into her own trailer. Never casting so much as a glance their way.

“Yep,” Eddie had retrieved what was now more of a roach than a joint. He should really just get a new one started, but there was still a little something left. He’d feel bad to not let it live out its full potential, so he holds it carefully between two fingers and lights it again, bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply. “She came by a few times since she moved in. You were at work. I am sure I told you about it,” he looks over to Steve now, a playful but accusatory look on his face, “you just don’t listen to me when I talk.”

Steve looks shocked. Surely that wasn’t true. But he did know he’d been complaining a lot about work recently, so the idea that he’d let Eddie ramble while his words went in one ear and out the other wasn’t that outside of the realm of possibilities.

Steve stayed at Eddie’s awhile longer, Hawkins newest resident pushed to the back of his mind as Eddie carried on with his antics. He told Steve about his next gig, reminding him that he had to remember to tell Keith he needed off. “You’ve missed like, the last five, man. You don’t love us anymore.”

They’d both laughed, Steve promising he’d ask off on his next shift. If anything he was sure Robin would switch with him. Before he left he even sent her a text to remind him to talk to Keith the next day about it, much to Eddie’s bemusement.

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Getting the day off for the next Corroded Coffin show proved to be more difficult than Steve, or even Robin had intended. Neither was sure what, but something had definitely crawled up Keith’s ass. “And died there,” Robin had added with a huff, annoyed on Steve’s behalf that their boss was being such a dick on purpose.

“All the guys are gonna give me shit if I don’t make it again,” Steve complained morosely, dragging a hand through his hair and down his face. “I seriously need to figure out what Keith’s deal is.” He slumped over, body resting across the green counter, his glasses pulled off his face to rest next to him.

Robin patted his back, her free hand a fist to rest her chin on. “D’ya think it was that date you went on with Judy Hall?”

He turns to look at her, misery etching his features. The date with Judy hadn’t even been good. She’d spent the whole time talking about her ex. The places he would take her to and the dates they’d gone on. He hadn’t even taken her home with him, happy to be free of her as soon as possible.

“Just thinking out loud,” she said quickly, returning to pat his back as he tucked his face back into his arms. “He was really into her…”

“Well he can have her, what does he want me to do, introduce them?” Steve knew his issues weren’t Robin's fault, but he was feeling particularly sorry for himself at the moment and he knew she wouldn’t take it personally.

Once Keith left for the day, Robin let Steve take it easy, sitting back in Keiths office and just playing on his phone. Texting Eddie that he was struggling to get the day off for the show, but so far Keith wasn’t making it easy. But he was trying.

He had spent most of his shift wallowing in self pity - getting up every now and then to help Robin when they’d get a small rush of people. Usually it was no more than three or four, and it was quick enough to get through them so he could get back to scheming and staring at the schedule.

The door dinged as it opened, someone else coming in. There was only ten minutes before they closed, Robin had already done most of the nightly duties so Steve had his ‘wallowing in self pity’ time. He listened to their muffled conversation from the back office, whoever had come in was another woman, not a voice he recognized.

The conversation moved away from the counter, Robin was showing the mystery customer something in the store. He could hear them both laugh, despite Robin not generally liking having to talk to customers, she did pretty well. Steve thought he had helped a lot in that department, and he was pretty pleased with himself as he listened in on the interaction.

They came back to the counter, and Steve could tell Robin was really into whatever they were talking about. He could almost see how animated she was becoming just by the inflections in her voice. He pushes the door open, just a tad, needing to see Robin in full customer service action, and is surprised to see Eddie’s new neighbor on the other side of the counter. He doesn’t think she looks mean at all, and plans to tell Eddie he’s crazy for even saying it.

And there his mind goes, running away with wild thoughts again; and man they are gone. The first date is amazing, the first kiss even better, he’s sure he’s in love just a month after the relationship starts. If Robin had seen him, she probably would’ve given him a smack to knock the heart eyes out of his head. Definitely would’ve told him the look on his face made her want to be sick. He was in deep and he hadn’t even said one word to her yet.

Lost in his daydreams, he didn’t see that she had noticed the door open, regardless of how small a sliver he was looking through. She could see him. “Is your co-worker broken,” she asks Robin. An amused smirk on her lips as she let out a little chuckle.

“Is what— “ she followed the other girl's gaze to find Steve in the crack of the office door. Her brows knit together in confusion, wondering what the hell he was doing. “Earth to Dingus?”

Snapped, rather rudely, from his insightful look into the future, he shook his head and let the door fall open. “Sorry,” his face had turned red, the flush bringing out the gold rims of his glasses, “I totally spaced out.” What a great first impression he was making.

Robin looked at him like he had six heads and had just come from a planet of very stupid aliens. Bex wasn’t quite so mean, she looked rather amused actually. Not laughing at him, but maybe next to him, good naturedly at least.

“Apply to Nasa, Space Cadet,” Robin turns back to computer and types a few things in to finish the transaction, the clock now reading only a few minutes left before they could lock up and go home. She picked up the movie and grabbed the receipt when it printed, handing them across the counter, “sorry about the weirdo,” she motions behind her shoulder.

Another laugh at his expense, next to him, not at him. “It’s okay, that’s what I get for coming in right before closing, right?”

They both laughed at her little joke, Steve gave an apologetic nod as she grabbed her things. “Have a good night,” he called out as the door closed behind her. She turned just a fraction and smiled back at him before getting into her car.

Robin stood next to him, still looking at him as though he was an alien from another planet. “Okay what’s gotten into you?” Her arms folded across her chest as she looked at him with narrowed eyes. When he only looks down in silence things finally click together. “Seriously, the girl that moved to town five minutes ago? Don’t make me get the ‘Steve Strike Out’ board back out.”

He scoffs and looks up at her, “well you don’t have to try and jinx me right away. Have a heart, Rob.”

“I do have a heart, Steven. You don’t even know her.”

“Well, I’ll get to know her.”

“You turned into a wordless guppy just looking at her a few minutes ago.”

Steve’s lips pursed together in a firm line, while Robins quirk up into a smile. She was right and she knew it, and Steve didn’t have anything to fire back with. Instead helping her with a few last minute tasks before closing the store up and taking her home so he could hurry over to Eddie’s. For no reason in particular.

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Thanks for reading my silly little story 😘

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