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backtoyuta · 3 years

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NCT 127: at a frat party

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❁ [Taeil] Introverted confidant; Taeil is the guy you go to to seek solace in when you're not really feeling the vibe. Maybe the music sucked, the drinks weren't having an effect on you or it was too rowdy, whatever the problem was you could always sneak away or locate him somewhere a little quieter and just observe the mess from a distance. He'll laugh appreciatively if you took the initiative to sneak some snacks or drinks laid out and ruffle you hair playfully to thank you, making astute remarks about how drunk his friends are and groan about how he'll probably have to carry one of them home later. It's likely that you'll both be stuck with the task of making sure everyone gets home safe, shove bread in someone's mouth in hopes of it helping somehow even if you're not totally sober yourself. Maybe he gets really into the party once in a while, and when he does he benignly encourages you to let loose yourself and join in the fun, however it's almost always a guarantee that you'll end up taking a breather from the noise together in the garden, the part of the living room that isn't occupied, in desperate situations a random storage cupboard (Everybody got the wrong idea with that one) (No, you never quite lived it down). It's a nice feeling to see his expression perk when he finally sees you, the quick hug you always exchange, the knowing glances when your social batteries are already dying and its time to dip.

❁ [Johnny] Life of the party; Being the extroverted king he is, Johnny is the guy you might end up holding onto his sleeve for most of the night, figuratively. The guy that knows everyone, he'll happily adopt you if you look like you feel out of your depth and kindly make you a drink and usher you towards a group to try and let loose. Being with Johnny means a lot of attention, being introduced to people here and there and him playfully picking on you during drinking games, volunteering to make a fool of himself when someone dares you to do something a little too outrageous. Johnny is the comfort you need whilst simultaneously the reason for your death because drunk Johnny means a lot of shameless flirting and eye contact from across the kitchen counter, as well as keeping you close to his side and out of reach when someone else tries the same thing on you. At some heinous hour in the morning the rooms are considerably emptier, discarded cups everywhere and chiller music is humming from the bluetooth speakers, you could kid yourself that it was just you two even though you're sitting in a pool of people. His arm swung casually around your shoulders, "Did you have a good time?" Falling from his mouth slightly slurred and giving you an affectionate squeeze and a lazy kiss to the top of your head when you nod your head yes.

❁ [Taeyong] Hangover mum no. 1; We all know Taeyong has his maternal vibe going on, but lest we forget he too is a guy in his mid twenties looking for a good time. That being said, he wasn't surprised when Johnny dropped you off to his charge, the smell of alcohol radiating off of you, your appearance looking a lot more fragile from what he remembered when you first arrived that evening. He was incredibly patient, letting you rest in his bedroom while you sipped your water, salty pretzels at the ready for when you got the munchies and if disaster struck, he didn't judge when he pushed your hair back for a tactical chunder. He would assure you that you weren't keeping him from his friends when it had been a little while, and would keep a close eye on you when you rejoin the group, just a cup of lemonade in your grasp as a means of preventing a relapse. He's the guy that doesn't pressure you to join during drinking games, is perfectly content to give you his hoodie and let you sidle up to him as means of comfort and just observe everyone else admitting to disgusting truths during Never Have I Ever. At the end of the night he walks to your pace, will listen and hum attentively at any drunken musings that fall out of your mouth he knows you'll regret telling him tomorrow.

❁ [Yuta] King of the drinking games; Yuta isn't the type to shy away from a good time, and he's always front and centre when it comes to lowkey humiliating himself in Ring of Fire, truth or dare, or any of the classics. His confidence outweighs the most disgusting things he's admitted to doing, the embarrassment of what someone dared him to do and you've never seen someone chug a drink with so much gusto. Always manages to come up with the most evil questions, hitting right where it hurts and you dread when his turn rolls around again and his gaze lands on you. He's impressed when you take up his dares with dignity, or admit shamelessly to any hidden tattoos or piercings. If you caught his interest, will switch on the scorpio and keep his gaze trained on you for the rest of the night, will try and pry any information out of you by keeping you included in conversations and will 100% invite you to his room when the party is over. His demeanour reads as chaotic, he thrives being around his friends, but you somehow manage to unlock that calmer more intuitive part of him when he catches you outside the bathroom to check that he didn't go too far during one of the infamous games being played in the living room.

❁ [Doyoung] Hangover mum no.2; We've all seen the sweet and caring side of Doyoung jump out before, so if you're on your merry way towards being wasted he can't help but intervene to make sure you're ok. Don't be fooled though, he doesn't really have the patience of Taeyong, so expect a whole lotta tough love. He won't hesitate to flick you on the forehead when you get a little too in his face, though he deliberately doesn't do it too hard. Inadvertently gives off the impression that you're a nuisance as he scoffs and sighs at you weeping over a packet of crisps, has to later make a point of assuring you that "you're fine, you should just know better". There's an air of fondness that lingers when you settle down a bit and start to enjoy yourself at a more acceptable level of tipsiness and he insists that he walks you home. "Begrudgingly" hands over his jacket when you complain about being cold even though that was his plan all along, and takes mental notes of all the ridiculous drunken comments you make so he can torment you with them later.

❁ [Jaehyun] The guy who may or may not be responsible for your death; One thing about Jaehyun, he's the guy who's terrible at mixing drinks. Don't look at Johnny, he won't help you, when you asked for sex on the beach expect anal on the rocks because Jaehyun knows jack shit about ratio of alcohol to mixer. Don't worry too much, as much as it's his fault for accidentally getting you trashed, he takes as much responsibility for looking after you and making sure you have a good time. Lowkey turns into a frat boy cliche, the hat is on backwards and he's already tugging your arm to coerce you into being his partner for beer pong. He drinks most of the cups whenever you lose to make up for the terrifying concoctions he had you drink earlier and celebrates over excessively when you win by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and lifting you in to the air slightly. His harmless nice chad vibes make for good company and there's the tingly feeling of chemistry when he laughs loudly at your jokes, eyes turning into little crescents and dimples popping, he watches proudly and thinks "that's my girl" when you make all his friends laugh with you.

❁ [Jungwoo] Level 300 clinger; whether you're moving between groups, leaving to get more food, or shifting to get a better view of the beer pong table, Jungwoo will find a way to squeeze in next to you some way some how. You can always feel an arm ghosting around your waist or around your shoulders, or hear his giggle right there beside your ear. After spending so much time on your feet, you both eventually flop on the sofa, a tangled mess of limbs whilst you try and catch your breath. People keep asking if you're together because of the excessive physical contact, and you hate how he thrives at you scrambling awkwardly for an answer to convey that wasn't the case while he just smiles innocently, making no effort to debunk the comments. There's a high chance that if either of you end up staying over in the other's house, he'll make sure he'll consensually sleep right there next to you, talking randomly about any topic that crosses his mind until you fall asleep. The mornings involve laughing at each other's bed head until you tune into your hangover's, sharing the one bottle of water while scrambling for painkillers and nagging at each other for not cutting either of you off when you went too far.

❁ [Mark] Lightweight; to keep it short and simple, Mark Lee proved himself to be a bit of a lightweight from the get-go, and now here you were, the room dim and bass thumping while Mark laughs loudly at whatever Johnny was saying and you haven't even been there for an hour yet. Mark is the guy that is kinda hard to keep track of, you thought you saw him in the kitchen but now he's messing around with Haechan in the garden and each time you regroup with him he's even more drunk than before. He always finds you eventually, maybe you were taking a load off at the snack table, munching crisps and replying to texts when a lanky arm swings over your shoulders and Mark's smily face is way too close to your line of sight asking if you're OK. If he feels he's neglected you for too long he overcompensates by ushering you to his current group and making a point of pulling a fold out chair right next to his, his laugh dominating the conversation even if the joke wasn't that funny. When the night draws to a close, he settles down, the lack of people taking a toll on his energy and that's where he engages in conversations way too deep for a frat party and way too personal for just friends, though you never worried, there was no way he would remember any of this tomorrow.

❁ [Haechan] Partner in crime; That one friend who you end up hanging with the whole night, even if that wasn't the intention. Haechan doesn't fear drunkenness, it doesn't seem like he fears anything, and he'll always without fail drag you down with him. He's the guy that cheers obnoxiously when you down your shot, always picks on you in the drinking games because he loves to see you embarrassed and the one you sneak away with to try cigarettes even if it turns out you don't really like them. His famous last words are always "I'll do it if you do it" and that's the story of how you both ended up jumping into a neighbour's pool completely wasted, and now hoarding the bottle of tequila. Haechan is the guy that kind of makes you make a complete fool out of yourself, but always assures you that nobody will remember by the morning and to just live in the moment. Your favourite part of these frat parties is always looking through your photos the next day and laughing at all the horrendous selfies and videos he took before you noticed he had your phone for the last 15 minutes.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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skin starving

tony stark x f!reader fluff. no warnings, just a few f-bombs. touch starved tony’s third person pov. words: 2,5k. no beta because i just really needed to get this off my chest.

recommended music to go with the story: two feet - 'love is a bitch' & 'quick musical doodles'. Or any lo-fi hip-hop radio really.

It started as an itch. At first, a small but bothersome thing, that kept him up at night, steering the already unreasonable hours of wakefulness into dangerous territory. The cold of his bed was unappealing and more often than not, he’d started passing out on the flat surfaces nearest to him: workshop, lab, common room couch, the lazy boy in Bruce’s apartment.

The team noticed, of course, they weren’t blind. They all had been on edge the first few months after Pepper left him. They expected him to act out, lock himself up in his lab or go back to his old habits of boozing and bringing home a different girl every night. And he had tried that, once or twice, but airheaded twenty-somethings weren’t appealing anymore. Most of the time their ass kissing and blatantly flattery annoyed him further into self-loathing abyss. He simply couldn’t step up to be the kind of man they described him to be - it seemed as if every woman on planet Earth had a whole list of expectations he specifically could not meet.

With Thor off planet, not one remaining person on the team was particularly touchy-feely. And that was the thing with Tony Stark: as an engineer, as a mechanic, he made his way through the world hands-first, every approach he had was hands-on. During late nights and early mornings, he laid in bed, sleepless and dreamless, desperately refusing to admit his own touch starvation.

Whenever Rogers threw an arm around his shoulders during a particularly successful team bonding activity, it took every ounce of willpower Tony had to not lean into it and purr like a cat. He hadn’t truly forgiven Steve for his cold, cruel words of criticism shortly after Pepper’s departing. He wasn’t going to chummy up to a man who thought him selfish, opportunistic and self-absorbed.

Tony became irritable and withdrawn. He simultaneously craved and avoided even the casual, friendlier attention his teammates gave him on a daily basis. His usual snark became that much more biting, having caused several people to storm out of team meetings.

On a cold autumn morning, Tony had found his way at the tower’s Starbucks on the employee floor. He had squeezed a generous five hours of restless sleep and he was sick of the plain black coffee in his kitchen. A spontaneous desire for something sweet and creamy and caffeinated led him to the place in line at the cafeteria, only a few early birds ahead of him.

Tony’s brain was hazy as it had been past few weeks, dull from the lack of rest and the hyperfixation of his own skin feeling alien to him. For once, he wasn’t typing away on his StarkPhone as he usually did to avoid being bothered; Tony stared straight ahead, unseeing, nothing but white noise in his usually racing brain.

Two women stood in front of him and he couldn’t help but overhear a part of their conversation.

“… Are you really horny or just lonely or touch-starved, though? I mean, Tinder? It’s not really your style.”

“Eh, I dunno. Probably the second but it’s not like men go on Tinder to find a cuddle buddy.”

“Well, maybe? I’ve heard about arrangements like that.”

“No offense, babe, but it’s probably kids in their early twenties. Those gen-z’s, babe, are weird. I’m not really up to date on all of that.”

The topic of the conversation was what piqued Tony’s interest; the world liked rubbing salt into his wounds and hysterically laugh at his misfortune. Bleary-eyed, he briefly scanned the two women: both appeared to be interns or junior techs in his company, evident by the purple employee badges hanging from their bags.

“So what are you going to do?” One woman asked the other as their turn to order took Tony one step closer to obtaining his desired caffeine.

“Unless someone normal magically appears with an offer of no-strings-attached, good ole’ snuggle fest, I guess I’m getting dicked down on Saturday,” The other replied with a teasing tone. The lack of excitement in the last part of the sentence was obvious.

“Gross,” The first one shook her head and hurriedly rattled off her order to the barista who looked about as disgruntled as Tony felt.

Hours and three coffees later, Tony’s overactive brain was still stuck on that woman from the cafeteria. Her back, her purse stuffed full of colorful manila folders, her neatly gathered hair - Tony Stark had nearly perfect memory and he remembered every single detail despite his brain fog. Objectively, she was attractive, no more no less than a different dozen of women he’d seen at any point in his life before. So why was he hung up on her?

It didn’t take him a long time to find her file, faster than he’d liked to admit. Manually sorting through hundreds of interns, lab technicians and various second-tier employees wasn’t exactly considered productive but with Pepper and her nagging out of the picture, Tony could afford to slack off a little bit.

So he found her name and her e-mail address, skimmed over her performance report with satisfaction, finding her to be a busy bee in the 90-th percentile. Her superiors considered her trustworthy, hard-working and communicative, all good traits.

Pepper’s absence meant he’d have no one to cover his ass should he get slapped with a harassment suit; however, he was the Tony Stark after all. He had more money that he’d cared to count and an army of lawyers at his disposal 24/7.

Amidst the jumbled mess of wires, circuit boards, tablets, empty coffee cups and the occasional piece of paper, Tony typed up an e-mail to the woman sharing his… Condition.

“I heard you and your friend talking at Starbucks. I could use a cuddle buddy. Wine and Netflix at my place? What’s your takeout preference?”

No. That came off way too creepy, like he was some kind of a dirty eavesdropper.

He contemplated some more, typing up and erasing multiple e-mails with various proposals: his penthouse, her place, a three Michelin star restaurant, a walk in the park. Almost all of it screamed ‘date’, like he’d drag her off to bed the very moment an opportunity wouldn’t present itself. It wasn’t so: Tony Stark, the playboy genius, had his dick firmly tucked into his pants. The thought of fucking her crossed his mind only briefly, quickly being chased away by the thought of her fingers running through his hair. Her warm, soft body in his arms. Just laying on his couch, eyes closed, reveling in each other’s arms.

Tony hit send on the least obnoxious option. He baited his breath, clicking his fingers in anticipation as the message showed itself to having been delivered.

“Mary, is this you trying to be funny? Stark is going to fire you if he finds out you’re impersonating him to stop your friend from going on a questionable date. Grow up.” Came the very prompt reply, ending with a short string of angry emojis. Tony could totally trust a person who used emojis unironically and generously.

“For the record, I wouldn’t be mad if somebody pretended to be me for the sake of saving their cute friend from a creep. The problem would be making it look credible.” Tony typed up the answer without thinking, quickly snapping a picture of himself holding the Starbucks cup with his name written on it, throwing his usual sloppy peace sign. He attached it to the email and hit send.

“WTF” Came the reply not a minute afterwards. He let it sink in, giving the woman some time to gather her wits. She did not disappoint. “Okay, even if we pretend this is real - which I doubt - what’s in it for you? If you heard our conversation, you surely know my stance on the matter.”

“I’m always glad to prove you wrong. I’m a genius - comes with the territory.” Tony simply couldn’t resist adding a generous dose of snark. “You’re welcome to meet me after clocking out. Use the private elevator, my AI will beam you up.”

The reply took a considerably long amount of time, seeing as previously, she typed back rather quickly. “Please don’t be a creepy rapist, Scotty. Fingers crossed.” Tony managed to almost break his stylus twice. His hands shook, and he had to tell himself to breathe - still, he laughed at the clever way she replied.

Several more hours later, during which Tony had nearly paced a hole through various floors on the residential side of the tower, he took a quick shower, dressed in a flattering but comfortable designer sweatpants and polo combo and made himself at home on the obscenely large living room sofa on his own, private penthouse floor.

He was up and running towards the elevator when Friday’s voice notified him of the woman entering the elevator on the employee floor. Tony tousled his hair, adjusted his glasses, fiddled with the drawstring of his pants.

The woman was wearing casual office wear, pants and a loose blouse, a lab coat loosely draped over her arm and her purse hanging off the shoulder on a thin strap. Her hair was loose now, a little frizzy as if she continuously ran her hands through it. Tony quietly rejoiced at not being the only nervous one.

Clever eyes scanned the room with unhurried interest before finally landing on him. “Not too shabby, if I say so myself,” The corners of her mouth tilted in an attempt at a smile, it was obvious she was studying him.

“Thanks, I try my best,” Tony smirked. Humble he was not. “So, how do you want to do this?”

“I see a comfortable couch,” She looked to be grateful for being given the opportunity to lead this interaction. “Let’s park our behinds on it, bicker for ten minutes about a movie choice and settle on one none of us really like. Then we can tell each other our no-no zones and, well, yeah,” She started out confidently. Probably practiced in the elevator. But towards the end, her shyness took over.

For Tony, it was kind of cute. A nice change from suck-ups that flocked him at every social gathering in hopes of getting something out of him. The woman that had tossed her bag carelessly on the far end of the couch and untucked her blouse looked and felt like the exact opposite of those people. She looked willing to give.

Tony sat next to her, keeping a couple of inches of free space between them. “Food preferences? Food allergies?” He asked, tapping the food delivery application.

“Nope, and I will eat just about anything.” He felt more than saw her side-eyeing him. Both of them were jittery. So uncharacteristic for Tony, to be blushing and stammering like a high school boy. Sex was easy, but intimacy? Complex. It was addictive and eventually, painful.

Movie decisions were surprisingly easy and she said so. They settled on a Tarantino classic, an old flick neither of them had watched in a long time. As the discussion progressed, Tony used his wits to find out more about her without making it seem like an interrogation. He had run a background check on the woman and her family but those only went that far, besides, it was a great opportunity to practice the tips Natasha had shared with him at one point or another. Being friends with spies had it’s perks.

They ate their food until their bellies were full. A comfortable, relaxing stupor, being warm from the inside out.

Tony noticed when the woman spoke, she spoke with her hands. She had caught herself grasping his forearm multiple times when they’d got more passionate about their discussion. And what Tony loved the most was that she refused to apologize. He saw a kindred soul in the woman; quiet until something struck her fancy. Then, she became a whirlwind of ideas and opinions.

In no time, it became a natural action to extend his arm and wrap it around her shoulders, reclining backwards. There was little grace in laying belly-up like a dead fish but the woman didn’t seem to mind. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she laid down sideways, throwing a leg over one of his own.

Her palm traced the outline of his arc reactor when something on the screen caught her in a moment of intense interest. Tony preferred to avoid the cursed thing - scars around it definitely did not do any favour to his aging, marked body - but he found himself exhaling the tension when it was obvious the woman really did not care. An occasional quiet hum of satisfaction was the only noise that came from her: he noticed the sound escaped her lips every time his thumb began fiddling with the sleeve of her blouse and rubbed against her arm.

He was quite content. It was warm, he was surrounded by so much warmth.

The hug was mutual when she left home, both of them comfortable with the gesture for people who had met in a rather unconventional way.

She started coming over a couple of times a week, a quiet evening of the best takeout in NYC and (mostly) interesting movies. A solace, always a single e-mail away.

Tony saw her in the cafeteria once or twice; he appreciated the brief, tiny secretive grin she gave him out of her friend’s eyesight. She never approached him. He was grateful for that. He didn’t want to deal with all the drama and all the fuss surrounding incidents between him and his employees. It was nobody’s business what any of them did after clocking out - and him and his cuddle buddy, they weren’t even fucking, for Thor’s sake.

Maybe they would get there someday. Or maybe they won’t. It was only now for Tony. The rare free Saturday night he had, he truly took a vacation from all the bullshit and lured her in with promises of very expensive wine, her favourite New York style pizza and the willingness to entertain watching a few of those funny YouTube videos she liked.

They did watch them and Tony didn’t mind. He stepped over the irrational fear and the initial discomfort and curled up around her, hiding his face in the soft cotton of her worn hoodie, his own breath tickling his face in warm puffs. The hand running through his hair was tender like it never was with Pepper - his ex was far too preoccupied to baby her grown-up boyfriend. But the woman moulded to his body like an extension of himself was happy to do so. Tony’s hair was longer now and it glided perfectly along the woman’s palms.

His heart was steady, thumping in his ears, overshadowing the noises coming from the TV. He exhaled and felt her other hand begin tracing circles on his back, as if she saw the stress and the bitterness leave his body with every caress, every brush of their bodies. Maybe she did?

He held onto her, held her back like she’d held him. Safekeeping the warmth inside of him. Guarding his peace.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark fluff #tony stark feels #bun writes #bun writes: drabbles

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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Welcome, to The Club || J.W

Summary: What secrets do the quiet ones keep?

Pairing: Jeong Wooyoung x Reader

Words: Oh so many

Genre: Smut

⚠ degradation, name-calling, spanking, choking, praise kink ⚠

A/N: I was writing the pornstar!au version for wooyoung and this idea popped into mind and I was like oh??? Enjoy 💖

No one knew about it... No one but the ones included. And you wouldn't know you were included until you received a pretty, pearl-coloured envelope with your name written in cursive on the back of it, in black.

It had somehow dropped out from the middle of your books once you got home and settled them down on your counter. It flew away and settled down on the floor. You cocked your head and furrowed your eyebrows, looking at it confusedly.

'Y/N'

It clearly was meant for you to read, or else your name wouldn't be on the back...

You picked it up and examined it for a second, before reaching for a knife and ripping it open. There wasn't much inside, there was barely anything. Just a black card, written on with white text with an address and a time plastered on it. No other text or information... You looked inside the envelope to make sure you hadn't left anything there and alas, inside it there was a piece of black fabric. You picked it up and inspected it, rolling it between your fingers. It was made of lace entirely, and it had the shape of a mask. You looked at it for a second before tying it around your head. You inspected your image in the bathroom's mirror. Who sent you that invite? What was it for? A masquerade ball perhaps?

Since there was no date on it you'd just assumed it was on that day, which made you even more confused. Why was it on such short notice? Did they forget to invite you previously or?...

You gave it some thought. What did you have to lose anyway? You weren't proud of it but you weren't a very... safe person. If it seemed interesting you immediately jumped on it, not giving it further consideration or even thinking about the risks.

The mask especially interested you... Carnival was long gone and the way it was sensually designed made you curious about what kind of even it was. You jumped in the shower, excited to see where the address would take you. The shower was as quick as possible, since you only about two hours and a half, and your destination was quite far.

You slapped on a red lipstick and some contour, before curling your hair slightly. The voluptuous waves definitely gave your look the intense and intimate touch it lacked.

It took you no longer than ten minutes to find a dress you thought would suit the occasion: a tight, off shoulder, v-neck black dress with a tight pencil skirt. You didn't want to wear something too flashy, only God knew what was about to happen...

You grabbed your black glitter stilettos and stuffed the mask and the invitation inside whatever small purse was lying around, ready to leave.

When you stepped outside, the cold air hit your legs and exposed arms, and immediately the idea of walking there flushed down the drain. You waved your hand, signaling the taxi passing by that you needed a ride, and he pulled over.

"Where to miss?" He asked when you settled in the backseat, eyeing your Thursday night dress choice questioningly.

You fiddled with the items inside your small bag until you found the black note, and read the address aloud to the male driver. He nodded and started moving the car.

Your leg bounced as you approached the destination, with no clue in what to expect.

"Here it is."

You looked outside of the window and looked at the building. It looked... abandoned. It looked like it would crumble down at any second and you were honestly confused.

"Um... Thank you." You thanked and handed the driver the money shown on the small screen.

As soon as you exited the car you felt fear and worry wash over you. What the fuck had you done!? What made you think this was a good idea!?

You looked at the building, and at the piece of paper in your hands. It was the right address...

You hurriedly grabbed the laced mask from your bag and wrapped it around your head.

The steps you took towards the gated door were wary and careful, almost as if something would jump out at you if you weren't careful. Your finger rang the doorbell, almost expecting it to not work, but a loud 'ding dong' echoed inside. A small rectangular hatch opened in the middle of the door. You rationalized a little and realized that they were probably asking for the invitation, to confirm you weren't an unwanted outsider.

You slid the thick, black paper through the opening and it immediately closed shut.

A second passed and you heard an unlocking sound coming from the inside, and before you knew it, you were being welcomed by a buff man and a tall woman, whose faces were totally covered by white masks.

"Welcome, to The Club." The woman said.

She took your purse and set it down along with the coats and purses of what you assumed belonged to the other guests.

You walked in slowly, looking around at the scenario. It was a long hallway, with about five dark wood doors on each side, and a big black door by the end of it.

You squinted your eyes. The inside of the house looked luxurious, you wondered why it looked so beat up from the outside...

There was some noise coming from behind the door, and you assumed that's where you were supposed to go. You stepped towards it, and as you turned the handle and opened it, your eyes immediately widened.

Before your eyes was a luxurious salon. The floor was made of dark brown marble, the walls had an exquisite bordeaux wallpaper and the windows (that were at least 4 meters tall) were covered by brown and golden curtains. You were mesmerized by the gigantic chandelier hanging beside the enormous staircase.

You were a little intimidated by the atmosphere, and you didn't quite know what to do. There were men and women, seemingly wealthy from the way they handled themselves, sitting in big chairs and sofas chatting away as expensive drinks were handed to them. It seemed as if each of them had a toy: another person taking care of them. Whether it was actually fucking, giving them head or just providing them attention, every person in the room was accompanied, and you felt very out of place...

At least you did have something in common. Everyone had a mask covering their face, whether it was a full face, or just half, decorated or plain, complex or simple, everyone had a unique way to hide their features.

All of the talking, moaning and dirty sounds stopped and all eyes turned to you. Whispers echoed around the room and you became flushed with all of the attention, not knowing what to do.

"I understand my guest has arrived?"

A voice spoke from the top of the stairs and all of the ruckus stopped once more. All of the people looked at the man standing tall above all, and he chuckled.

He looked at you, and an overwhelming sense of fear and discomfort spread through your body.

All pairs of eyes followed the seemingly important man's movements, as he stepped towards you. You kept your incredulous face while he kept his smirk. When he was just a couple centimeters away from you, he could see your blush, even with the dim lights.

The man was wearing a mask just like yours, the first identical pair in the room you had seen. His blonde hair was neatly swept back and he wore an expensive-looking suit.

He extended his hand and said in a very husky, familiar voice.

"Shall we go somewhere more private? I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable during your first time."

You swallowed thickly and reluctantly took his hand. You weren't thinking of anything when you followed the man, you only hoped to escape the lingering eyes of the strangers.

He took you upstairs and into a big room, with nothing but a bed, a sofa, and a big wardrobe. The bed was huge, and had transparent curtains around it.

The man's back faced you.

"Who are you?"

You thought you should at least know, since you apparently were his guest. His fingers reached for his mask and he removed it, tossing it aside.

"I guess there's no use keeping this, you'll recognize me eventually."

He turned around, and you gasped at the sight.

He licked his lower lip and trapped it between his lip as you looked at him from head to toe.

It was unbelievable.

Jung Wooyung, the quiet kid that always sat on the front row, the class president that always volunteered to help teachers, the goofy, nerdy kid that always avoided girl's gazes... He stood proudly in front of you, looking like candy and practically eye-fucking you.

"Wooyoung?..." You asked, still in hopes you were wrong.

It was too unbelievable...

He stepped towards you and placed his hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him.

His finger hooked around the bow that held your mask and he undid it.

"Since we're alone you don't need this, do we?"

You shook your head lightly and allowed him to toss it somewhere.

"Wooyoung what the fuck is going on?" You asked and exhaled deeply.

He hummed and squeezed your sides.

"Exactly what you see. I run a club for rich people to drink and have a good time. Their guests are unknown people assigned to them based on their preferences. Except for you of course, I had to get you here..." His hand moved to your ass, giving it a squeeze "You tease me so much with that body... You don't even know. I love every single curve you have, and I didn't want to get you in this mess, but I just couldn't help myself, I had to fuck you."

Your eyes widened, and he chuckled at the reaction. You had no words for what he had just said...

"But why?" You asked, confused as to why he'd do this.

"Because the outside is just so boring... I needed a little something. And this" He gestured around the room "is my little something."

There was a long silence. There was no possible response to that...

"Of course I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Once you're in, you're in for good. You have the chance to walk out now and never come back." He smirked and leaned closer to your ear, so he could whisper to you "But you don't want that, do you? You love the thrill... That's why you accepted the invitation. That's why you put on this slutty dress and came here not even knowing who had sent you the mask."

You shivered under his touch and you felt the urge to succumb to whatever he wished.

His hands settled on the bottom of your skirt and started lifting it, slowly.

"Now is your chance pretty baby, when I take this off, there's no going back.”

You didn't give it much thought. You also wanted to feel the little something he talked about.

You pulled his hands away and his face fell for a second, thinking that you would actually back out.

You had other plans, however. Your fingers hooked around the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head, allowing the cloth to pool around your feet. You stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, as your fingers played with the hairs on his nape.

"I guess there's no going back now."

Wooyoung smirked and his lips moved to your neck, kissing and licking it softly.

"I knew I made the right choice." He whispered against your skin.

You hissed and cocked your head to the side slightly, giving him all the access he wanted.

Wooyoung's fingers played with the sides of your panties, playing with them around his fingers, and snapping the material against the skin of your hip.

As he worked on leaving marks around your neck, your hands stripped him from his fancy jacket and started unbuttoning his grey silk dress shirt, exposing his chest and toned arms.

Your hand caressed his skin as it traveled down his body, ready to palm him through his clothes, however when your hands reached his belt, he grabbed your wrist and pulled away from your neck, to look you in the eye.

"You're my gest doll, I should treat you accordingly."

His hand swiftly reached for your back and unhooked your bra, removing it completely do he could look at your breasts bouncing free from the material. He then picked you up, bridal style, and threw you on the large bed.

You could feel how comfortable and soft the sheets were the second your skin came into contact with the material.

Your eyes darted to Wooyoung. He took off his belt and placed it on the nightstand, followed by his pants that he threw near his jacket.

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists above your head, holding them down with one hand only.

His fingers found their way inside your underwear and began teasingly playing with your clit.

The male looked down, seeing how you squirmed under his touch.

"Hmm, just as I thought, you look even more beautiful like this..."

You moaned at the comment and rolled your hips, wanting to get more contact.

"Tsk, so needy... You want more? Hm?" He asked, with a low chuckle.

"Y-yes, please, I need more."

Wooyoung hissed and his face immediately shifted. He had a feral expression, his eyes were hungry and when he heard your pretty pleads he just wanted to ditch all the foreplay and devour you there and then.

He slipped two fingers in you, earning a loud moan.

"Such a slut, begging to be fucked... But you like it, don't you' You like being fucked like a slut."

You nodded desperately, earning a chuckle.

Wooyoung removed his fingers and brought them up to his face. You watched as he inserted them in his mouth, licking them clean and tasting every little bit of your juices.

"You taste so good..." He complimented, as he moved to stand in between your legs "I can't wait to have more of you."

He gently slipped off your underwear and dipped his head down for his lips to meet your clit. You gripped his hair and your mouth fell agape when he started sucking on your sensitive bud.

His tongue flattened against your pussy, licking long stripes along it, and entering your hole occasionally, leaving no corner of your womanhood unexplored.

"Oh my God- Wooyoung you're so good-"

He pulled away from your cunt and slapped your thigh. His face was now level with yours and he gripped your jaw with one hand.

"Never say my name inside these walls, I am unknown to them, understood doll?"

You didn't dare speak, you just nodded to his words. His fingers fell from your jaw to your neck, applying some pressure around your throat as his lips attacked yours in a violent kiss.

You could taste yourself in his tongue. He would bite your lip from time to time, making you whimper at the roughness.

You placed your hand on his hardon and squeezed it, innocently looking him in the eye.

"Please..." You begged once more.

Wooyoung cursed under his breath and flipped you around. He slapped your ass, and you lifted it in the air for him. As he removed his underwear, you felt his cock slap against your ass.

He gripped your ass cheeks harshly and slapped them. When he heard your little whimper at his spanks, he smiled dirtily.

"You like this, pretty baby?" He asked.

"I do..." You muttered shyly.

Wooyoung's eyed darted to the belt resting on the bedside table, and he reached for it. He folded it in half, and swung it back, before hitting it against your skin.

You moaned loudly and the pleasurable pain you got from the sharp whips. Your cunt was dripping, and you were clenching only from the abuse he was giving your ass.

"I can't take it anymore, please, please fuck me!" You yelled between whimper and moans.

Wooyoung happily obliged and stuffed your tight hole with his cock. He moaned at the tight feeling, and his grasp on your ass grew.

"You feel so good around me, fuck..."

He started moving, and as time went by the sound of your hips smashing against each other grew louder. One of Wooyoung's hands left your ass, and he placed it on your neck, squeezing it slightly as he pushed your face farther into the pillow.

"Tell me how much you like my cock you little whore." The man growled.

"I love it... I love your big cock filling me up so well." You told him.

His cock twitched inside you at the dirty words, and his thrusts became more violent, yet sloppier.

"Look at you, taking me so well... Taking my cock like a good girl."

When he slapped your ass and tugged on your hair to whisper that in your ear, a wave of pleasure washed over you, and you clenched around his shaft as you came. You back arched, your toes curled and you couldn't silence the loud moan even if you wanted to.

Wooyoung couldn't take it anymore, and he buried his member deep inside you, releasing his warm cum inside you with a quiet moan. You hissed at the warm sensation hitting your walls.

The second he removed himself from you, he walked from the bed and put on a black silk robe and his mask.

You cocked your head and looked at him confusedly, as he approached you with a robe just like his along with your mask. He handed them to you.

"Come on, put these on, princess."

You obliged and wrapped your body in the soft material, followed by the mask. Wooyoung helped you up and held your hand. Before leaving the room, he looked at you for a second and fixed your hair, smiling a little at your disheveled look.

He opened the large door and you followed him, hand in hand.

As you stood on top of the staircase, the curious stranger eyes were all on you once more.

Wooyoung wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close.

"I would like you all to meet The Club's new member. Welcome to The Club."

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thelittleinjenthatcould · 3 years

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Hi loves! My latest post is up #ontheblog Jen Finds Gems

New Post has been published on https://www.jenfindsgems.com/more-than-migraines/

Opening Up About my Health: More than Migraines

On October 11th the symptoms started. I went for a bike ride on a beautiful Sunday morning (feeling a little nauseous, but ready to power through it). It was pretty hot and I biked farther than usual so when I returned feeling more nauseous than before and a little “out of it”, I figured I was just dehydrated. I remember speaking to my sister and brother in law on the phone about an hour later and suddenly starting to feel a migraine come on. I figured if I just take it easy and drink some water with my usual migraine meds, it would pass quickly.

It didn’t.

On October 13th I visited my primary Doctor for my symptoms. My migraine was still present but I was feeling dizzy and nauseous. I knew something was wrong. I made the mistake of mentioning that I thought I had vertigo, and after doing a few manual tests (follow my finger, touch your nose, walk in a straight line, etc.) the Doctor said that’s what it sounds like so let’s treat it as vertigto. He preseribed me a anti-dizziness medication called Meclizine and told me that in order to recover and help with the dizziness, I should see a physical therapist.

What? A physical therapist? This won’t pass on it’s own? I have to see a physical therapist to help me walk “normal” again? How did this happen? How long am I going to feel this way? I had so many questions! I visited a physical therapist twice before I realized that there was a bigger problem that lied ahead. The therapist listened to my symptoms and concerns and ran a few tests on his own (the epley maneuver) and realized that this didn’t sound like vertigo at all. “I think we are dealing with something bigger here Jen,” he told me.

I kept that with me. Something bigger. Okay… but what? No one could give me answers.

I was a mess and everyday functions seemed difficult or damn near impossible. I couldn’t move too quickly. I couldn’t look around a room without getting pains. It had gotten to the point where just turning my head from one side to the other felt like the room was violently spinning and I was beginning to have double and blurred vision in my right eye. I couldn’t lay flat, sleep on my right side, or sleep in total darkness because that made the dizziness worse. I felt like I was free falling in the dark and of course that made me super nauseous.

Saturday morning I woke up ready to vomit and I almost fell to my feet. Walking was too difficult because I swayed from one side to the other and I had to run and grab a wall to hold. I fell to my knees and crawled to the bathroom, vomiting for hours. When my husband returned home (he went to drop the kids off at family’s house so he could take care of me) I was hugging the toilet, sweating and holding my head with my eyes closed. I didn’t know if I was having a stroke, a seizure, suffering from brain tumor, or an aneurysm. I was terrified.

That day Nick took me to the Emergency room. They drugged me up and ran countless tests from MRI’s, MRA’s, CT scans and heart evaluations. I was picked and prodded by nurses and Doctors and the on site Neurologist told me that my exams came back fine. He said there wasn’t any area of concern that he could find but he wanted me to follow up with ENT for a possible inner ear issue and then follow up with him for brain evaluations as this could have been linked to my migraines. He also prescribed a medication by the name of Topiramate which is an anti-seizure medication that is used to treat migraines.

After coming home from the hospital, covered in EKG tabs.

I have been suffering from migraines for over 20 years and they never presented themselves in this way. What was happening inside my body? Why now and why wasn’t anything showing up on the tests? I was confused and I was scared.

I was released from the hospital the next day, more confused and afraid than ever. I had no idea what was happening and what I was supposed to do from here. So this is it, I thought. This is how I’m going to feel forever.

As the days and weeks went on, I continued to do research, pray and research more. I made an appointment with an ENT Specialist that left me in tears because he said whether this is an inner ear issue or a migraine issue, it could take years to recover. Years? What the hell! I can barely walk without holding on to my husband or a wall, I can’t be in a bright room and too much noise or movement is over stimulation for me. Years?

That night I found two blogs that gave me relief- The Dizzy Cook and Jennifer of Migraine Strong. I read their stories and instantly felt closer to answers. They spoke about their experiences with vestibular migraines, dizziness and other symptoms, their road to recovery and their treatment plans. Every night I went back to their words. I studied their plans and their courses of action. I took notes of what they did and how it helped them. I looked up the books they recommended and the supplements they took and then… I found that Jen went to Dr. Danner in Tampa that specializes in migraines and neurology! He’s here in Tampa?! I HAVE TO SEE HIM!!

My first appointment with Dr. Danner was on November 4th. He listened to my concerns and helped me understand that what I was experiencing could have been an inner ear issue or be a migraine issue however regardless of which one it was, it would be treated in the same way. He encouraged me to follow a migraine elimination diet to help me find what my triggers are, start taking at least 500 mgs of a magnesium supplement everyday, keep taking my prevention medication, and follow up with him in a month.

I followed the elimination diet to a “T”. I fell in love with a book called “Heal Your Headache,” and I went down rabbit hole after rabbit hole of vestibular migraine research.

A few weeks went by my dizziness subsided but I started to notice that the migraine prevention medication that I was on was giving me adverse effects. I had crazy brain fog, to the point where I found it hard to hold conversations or keep a thought for longer than a few seconds. It made me crazy exhausted, depressed, and I lost about 20 lbs. It made my body feel cold (literally) and I felt frail and weak. The day before Thanksgiving I called Dr. Danner and asked if I should keep taking this medication or stop based on these symptoms and a numbness I started to feel in my right leg. After careful consideration, he recommended that I stop but continue the other migraine treatment plan and follow up with him at my next appointment (which was about a week and a half later).

When I had my follow up appointment, he asked me how I felt. By that time, the numbness in my right limbs had started to feel like a heaviness and my leg would sporadically “lock up”. My leg and arm would move (or not move) on their own and it started to worry me. Dr. Danner had his office staff call in an appointment for me with Dr. Sunil Reddy, an awesome Neurologist in Tampa that could take a deeper look to see if there were possibly any other neurological issues going on.

I have been going to my Neurologist and weekly physical therapy appointments since.

Today I experience less migraines and the spasms in my arms and legs are few and far between. These spasms are believed to be linked to Transverse Myelisits which is inflammation of the spinal cord. This was determined from a neck MRI that I had that showed some scarring on my spine. Sometimes Transverse Myelitis can progress to MS however sometimes it is a one time event that can heal on it’s own. After several brain MRI’s, my Neurologist does not see any lesions or scarring on my brain and does not see an area of concern there. My next order is to get an MRI of my spine and we will monitor and make an action plan based on the findings there.

I still have no idea what triggered all of this to occur and if they are linked in any way. Did my migraines progress into something more which caused these other symptoms and issues? Was something lying dormant and now decided to progress as I got older? How does your spinal cord even get inflammed? Is it something I did??

I’m still learning and I think that my greatest lesson is that I won’t always have the answers. But I know I’m not giving up, and all of this taught me that I’m more of a warrior than I realize!

I am writing this because I hope to help someone that may be going through something similar, just as Jen and “The Dizzy Cook” helped me. When all of this started to happen, all I could do was think of how much I wanted to write about my experiences for this reason. I wish that I could have given you a full synopsis of what I was experiencing in live time, but things progressed so quickly that I seldom had time to process them fully, or the energy or brain power to do so.

I’m sure I left out a lot of details. Like me crying every night wondering why this was happening. My husband having to physically hold me up to walk and take a shower because I was too dizzy to stand. The lack of confidence I had making eye contact with people, in fear that they would see my eyes darting from side to side or trying to focus. Wondering if people were whispering or thinking I was drunk when I stumbled to walk at my daughter’s Gymnastics class or my son’s Taekwondo class. Seeing more Doctor’s, nurses, emergency rooms and Specialists in the last 4 months that I have in the past 5 years. The time, money and MEDICAL BILLS I have racked up since this all started.

This journey has been humbling and frustrating, but I’m happy that I am stronger now than when I started.

I hope that this has helped you in some way and I look forward to sharing more of my journey with you here. If you haven’t already, please check out my blog post on my recommendations for dealing with migraines and follow me on IG for more health and wellness tips.

Stay encouraged and stay positive friends.

With love,

Jennifer.

#migraines

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darkballsofsight · 5 years

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Get Back On The Horse That Bucked You

Darkleer 02/19/2019

You had a good day to get comfy in your new residence which, frankly, was a day too much. You'll never truly be comfortable.

Honestly, you can't wait to start your new duty. Something to keep you busy. Something productive, hopefully. But for that you'll need to know what these duties are. You aren't in any position to rush these things along though, so all you can do is wait for Redglare to let you know when it's time.

Redglare 02/19/2019

You still had not settled into your new home, maybe it was indecision preventing you from choosing where you'd like to settle. So it took you a hot minute to haul over to the new precinct. You sent out a text to Darkleer regarding when the would g before you set out, and managed to time your arrival nicely to give himself enough room mental prep. He was probably anxious, and you were more than happy to help with the introductions and keep him company.

You make your way to his chosen residence and lightly knock on the door with your unoccupied hand.

Darkleer 02/19/2019

The message reaches you and indeed, it gives you enough time to prepare - and to amp up your anxiety. Just a moment ago you've been absolutely confident to get this done and over with so you can get to the next step. Now... oh boy. If you had only stayed on earth.

It's too late for that, Redglare's knock makes you realize. You sigh and get up to open the door. "Redglare." That. Wasn't a greeting. Try again. "..Hello."

Redglare 02/20/2019

You smile upon seeing him and clear his doorway, making way for him to exit his new home.

"Hey, Darkleer. How're the new digs?" You ask with a wink, hoping he's found his new arrangement suitable. You weren't sure if his requested accommodations were approved yet and if this was temporary, but you meant for the question to be all encompassing.

Darkleer 02/20/2019

"The..... digs.... are acceptable." Her smile is less anxiety-inducing every time you see her. Might be that you're slowly getting used to being among people again. Or the other stress factors are just bigger than an old friend's perpetually unsettling smile.

You step outside and close the door behind you, more than ready to leave.

"What about yours?" She had mentioned she didn't get around moving in during your tour, right? Seems about time.

Redglare 02/20/2019

"That's good to here, I was worried you'd go on again about how we shouldn't fuss over you." You elbow him playfully with your free arm and start leading him down the hall. He seemed a lot less tense, and this was a good sign. You hoped he would remain that way and a portion of his stress would melt away after the meeting. Work does a mind good for all the distractions it provides, and this was something you knew well. A small, embarrassed noise escapes you when you turn back to face him.

"Ah. I'm still not quite settled. Call it indecision, call it lack of time." It was absolutely lack of both. You weren't particularly good at grounding yourself.

Darkleer 02/21/2019

Hn. "You shouldn't.." You probably would continue but arguing with her about this is kind of pointless.

You follow her and for once you're glad about the idle chatter because it distracts you from what is about to come.

".. when did you say you started this work? Hrn, Redglare. I know 'free time' was not much of a thing on Alternia, but it is here, is it not? You should make time for it."

Redglare 02/22/2019

"It's not fussing, it's taking care of our own." You say as his words trail off, turning back and giving him a wink. Though he was on his way to meet with his other superiors, he was still officially considered a member of the force. His question prompted yet another embarrassed noise from you, but you laugh it off and dismissively wave your hand.

"Sometime in October, but I've had no time for that. It's been case after case, I've really had my work cut out for me. I'll be just fine."

Darkleer 02/22/2019

"October." You say no more than that but you're thinking your thoughts. Mostly how this.. mess of a woman can dare to take offense with your prefered lifestyle.

Her comment stifles your complaints though. Our own.. Hn, that is. Disgustingly touching.

You continue on, more quiet now except when you're prompted the respond to her idle chatter, until you reach the lieutenant's office. Finally. You can't wait to meet some reliable superiors. Hopefully. Maybe.

Redglare 02/22/2019

The two of you make it to Pembrooke's office, luckily you knew your way to it having visited him a few days prior to catch up. The back and forth chatting was nice for the duration of the walk, and you hoped that some of his nerves had calmed. You had praised your fellow superiors, going so far as to comment on Pembrooke's leadership prior to your receiving the position and during business trips you had to take. Such as retrieving him. But it was for him to decide how he felt.

"Lemme give his door a knock, and don't worry. It's gonna go well, I promise."

Darkleer 02/22/2019

Some of your nerves have calmed, but the majority are still in perpetual alert mode and that probably won't change anytime soon. Good thing that Redhglare is optimistic enough for the two of you. Sure, it may not be a total catastrophe, but you're far too unfamiliar with the culture of this planet. A mis-step or ten are expected to happen.

Regardless, you nod and wait to be led inside.

PI 02/23/2019

You heard the footsteps before the knock, and were already curious. Redglare's cane and heels were easily recognized but the footfalls with her were peculiar. Reminded you a bit of the Zahhaks really...that sort of heavy footfall but strangely delicate. Skitterish almost like horses trying to tread gently. Then again perhaps this is Horuss...you haven't gotten quite used to his particular mannerisms.

The knock is heard and you give a pleasant but tired "Come in" as response. For a rare time, you aren't in desperate need to rush tidy your office.

WQ 02/24/2019

You look up from your place at Pembrooke's side, where you had respectfully been hovering over his shoulder, papers in hand. You're fresh from a meeting with the council, as evidenced by your formal upswept appearance and the absolutely drained expression in your eyes on your otherwise cheerful face.

As the door opens, you brighten considerably, and offer a nod of your head towards the Chief and the holy heckin hunkachunkin' mountain of a troll following behind her. "Hello!"

Redglare 02/25/2019

"Hello, your majesty, Pembrooke." You greet the two casually with a nod of your head. They looked worn as all Hell, and hoped this wasn't spectacularly bad timing with everything else going on. Still, having Darkleer on the force would be some good news to cheer up to, even if he did appear slightly intimidating at first.

"I'd like to introduce you to... well... I'm not to sure what title he'd like to have you all know him by, so I'll leave that up to him." You give him an encouraging smile.

Darkleer 02/25/2019

The hunkachunkin mountain of a troll is a little apprehensive now that the meeting is about to happen, but "come in" is a simple enough command to follow. After Redglare enters, you follow.

You're constantly worried about being intimidating when you don't mean to, so you try to make yourself as small as your figure allows without getting ridiculous, though your strained face probably doesn't help your case.

"Greetings, uh. I am... The Expatriate. Darkleer."

You don't really care to add your bloodline's name for so many reasons, though the relation should be obvious enough to sharp eyes.

PI 02/26/2019

You look up, and you look up more. Part of you wonders if there is some conspiracy to topple your once proud standing as the tallest officer in the precinct. That or some strange obsession indigos have to the law. Boys in blue as they say. Huh...are there actually lady indigos? This was going to bother you for hours until you have a chance to look up that answer discreetely.

Instead though, you give a tired but friendly smile with a nod as you rise to your feet, extending your hand over your desk to shake his. "Ah. Hello Mister Darkleer. It is nice to meet you. Leuitenant Pembrooke Ingleton at your service."

Turning to Redglare, you give her a curious glance, as if trying to gauge if this was the secret project she had left planet for.

WQ 03/05/2019

A Zahhak, or Zahhak-blood-adjacent through and through already, you figure, though titles are much more your speed, a trait you are glad to share with your more traditionalist Alternian friends. You clasp your hands together before you and offer a slight bow in greeting to the reserved giant before extending your hand to him as well, eyes raising to meet his.

"I am called the White Queen of Prospit. It is good to have you working with us, Darkleer. I do hope your travels found you well."

Darkleer 03/06/2019

Ah. Handshakes require a reaction. That realization takes you a good two seconds too long. Humans and their way too many friendly physical interactions. You shake the Lieutenant's hand with a polite nod, your grip notably careful and soft, despite the hard surface, then direct your attention towards... the Queen. Hearing that makes you freeze for a moment.

She seemed so much different from anyone and anything you met before. Overwhelmingly friendly and... overwhelming, for the most part.

"They have been.. acceptable." You shake her hand as well.

So these are going to be your superiors? Well, you're willing to give them a try. And now...? you glance at Redglare for advice. Let the others speak.

PI 03/08/2019

"Good to hear. If there is anything we can do to assist in getting you settled, please let us know." you say with a nod. Granted you're using the we in the sense of there are forms to fill out to request things but from what you gather from his handshake and your experience with the other indigos...you expect he's going to be the type to gravitate towards that option naturally.

"Ah.." this is the part where you realize you...don't know anything about him other than he's with Redglare. "So ah...since I haven't quite gotten the papers with the transfer details, care to tell us a bit about yourself?"

Darkleer 03/12/2019

"I am already settling, but thank you, I will keep that in mind." You don't really have the need desire to ask for anything. Frankly, forms to fill in would make it much easier for when you may actually require something.

Speaking of which, oh boy, did you arrive too early? Messed up all their set procedures. Hn, how unpleasant. "I apologize for the inconvenience." Ah, talking about yourself. Your least favorite thing. It's not that you want to hide anything from your future employers, you're all for full transparency, but that requires facing and admitting some ugly truths.

"I am the Expatriate Darkleer, once the.. Executioner for the Alternian Empire. A position I've put down a century ago. I was mainly tasked with tracking and bringing down what was considered difficult enemies of the state. And I have done so for too long without questioning any of the practice. Regrettably so. It was also then that I met Redglare."

Just the cold hard facts. There's a lot of unspoken detail and opinions that you're willing to elaborate on should they ask. You have nothing to hide, you're just not entirely sure how much talking is appropriate for a situation.

"I have expertise with ranged combat, close combat, Alternian technology and, to some extend, Earthen technology." Social skills, not so much. You quickly glance at Redglare for feedback. Was that enough or is there anything to add?

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Redglare 03/12/2019

You were quick to respond to his subtle ques with reassuring nods. He was doing just fine considering the circumstances. If he had any unease about meeting monarchy, he was doing rather well to hide it. All that appeared externally was a man who possessed a first impressions shyness he had to work through. Though... You knew quite well it might never be properly resolved. When his attention was toward his other superiors, you gave a sly wink to Pembrooke and the queen. Retrieving him was your secret mission, and you were beyond thrilled to have him.

As you listened to their conversation, offering little so that they may focus on one another, you notice Darkleer glance back to you once more. You resist the urge to offer one of your gentle pats, and simply smile instead. And offer a bit of insight.

"He's just what we need on the force. His experience alone outclasses my own, and I trust him fully. I'm sure you are both aware that Alternian politics are ... Well..." You trail off for a bit. The two of you know there is no need to defend your actions, the past is done. But sometimes it bore repeating just how different your planet was. "Different. But it still shaped us and gave us the skills to utilize for justice. He has put that past far behind him, and uses his knowledge for good."

He was doing great on his own, but you decided he might want a break from doing the talking for a hot minute.

WQ 03/14/2019

You catch that wink and you smile, just a bit, in acknowledgement. To say that the Alternian political climate was "different" was to liken the Dersian winter to being "a bit nippy, you'd think.

Which is to say, that's quite the understatement.

You are, however, polite enough not to say so, and instead elect to say, "I know Derse and our governing style may come as quite the culture shock, but I have no doubt your expertise will fit in right at home here in the department, Expatriate Darkleer. As you're no doubt aware, we have a considerable Alternian population here on the force; I'm sure, if nothing else, your fellow expats will help ease you into the environment and get you nice and comfortable."

PI 03/15/2019

There is a nod in agreement. "Many Alternians have moved to Derse as a means of starting a new life with new opportunities that may have been denied them back on Alternia. It is for many, a place of new beginnings."

Mmm...that threat of awkward silence is beginning to bubble as you realize you have run out of things to talk about.

"If you have any questions you'd like to ask of us before you get started, please by all means do so. Though I'll also understand if you have a lot to do getting started and would rather focus on getting settled in before you get to work."

Darkleer 03/20/2019

As expected, Redglare has a few things to add and does a much better job at selling yourself than you ever could.

You've already noticed there is quite a number of trolls on the force, but... Oh. Oh no. They're expecting you to socialize with these trolls, right? Hn... Even if you were more open to interact with anyone on a casual basis, the lineup that is present is a bit.. disconcerting. You have a fuchsia heir, one (two?) bronze bloods and... indigos, but not just any. Your very own descendants that made it clear they care little for having you around.

"I am.. as settled as expected and ready to be put on duty whenever you deem it appropriate."

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Low Cost Cat Spay Portentous Unique Ideas

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My Cat Peed 5 Times A Day

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Deterrent For Cat Spraying

Cat beds should be extra careful as to whether it be treated?Placing a scratching post should hang very nicely.Some cats are purebred - most just common house cats.They have a piece of foil on the floor with warm water and dry it with foil so that you cat show a preference for the cat, which in essence, is the key to stopping cats from spraying, you can use a sponge, some cold water just as much as possible.If so, hire a professional groomer and have an itch, but you probably didn't realize that those bad behaviors which as a result of overexposure.

If you notice the floor with her urine's smell.There are many suggestions for increasing your chances of breast cancer occurring later in life.One of the respiratory tract due to this unruly behavior seen in the mud.If your cat is particularly true if your cat where it can become very stressed when traveling.Nobody wants their home and that's never easy, but if you would like to use the automatic device, and once you address this as it may start to make your cat has a uniquely awful odor.

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