#floor cleaning dublin

[floorcleaningdublin]

[doctor-loki-lannister]

Delight

Pt. 2 of Indulge

Masterlist

Hozier x Plus Size Reader

rated: E (18+, MDNI)

tags: Plus Size Reader, PIV Sex, Unprotected Sex (wrap it folks), Oral (m-receiving), Face Fucking, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Reader Gets Tied Up, Vibrator, Cockwarming, Dom/Sub, Andrew and reader are both switches

words: 10k+

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63353221

You can read it through the link above or under the cut

Delight

It’s been four months since you and Andrew accidentally kissed on the dance floor of a pub in the middle of Dublin. Four months since he ate you out in an alleyway attached to said pub, then twice more in the shower back at your rental. In those four months you and Andrew went about life as normal, you practically lived at his house already, the only difference was now you spent the night doing things other than sleeping.

“Bear” you called stepping through the back door into the living room his dog Elwood and your Irish setter Redbeard hot on your heals.

“In the kitchen Love” he called out in reply.

Making your way through the house, you found the boys already beat you to the kitchen and were sitting at Andrews feet as he stood in front of the counter cutting up an apple. Walking up behind him you wrapped your arms around his waist placing a kiss to his shoulder blade. “Mmm, you smell nice” you hum breathing in the clean woodsy scent of his body wash.

“Mm I took a quick shower while you were out with the lads” he replies patting your hands where they rested on his stomach.

“Without me how rude” you gasp playfully biting at his shoulder.

“Oi” he cries as you moved to stand beside him stealing a slice of his apple biting into it you grin up at him. “That’s my apple” he groans

“Mhm our apple” you hum popping the rest of the slice in your mouth.

“You’re lucky I love you” he chuckles pulling another apple from the fridge to share with you.

“Mhm, don’t I know it” you hum planting a kiss on his cheek leaving behind a drop of honey on the edge of his beard. “I was thinking about what happens now that you’ll be starting tour again in a couple months” you mused licking your thumb before wiping the sticky auburn substance from his skin.

“Move in with me” he blurts out suddenly turning to look at you. Your hand froze, your thumb that was pressed against his cheek now pressed against his lips. Almost shyly he placed a kiss against the pad of your thumb.

"What” you breath swallowing the apple you were chewing on.

“You heard me” he murmurs against the pad of your thumb still pressed to his lips. “You practically already live here already” he adds.

Pulling your hand back to rest across your face, the question finally settling in. “I…” you stutter

“I know it’s still early days but, I’ve been helplessly in love with you for going on fifteen years now and, even before we finally got together you practically lived here, to me this already feels like your home” he almost pleaded bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “You don’t have to say yes we can……”

“YES” you cut him off with a sudden cry.

“Yeah” he grins wrapping his arms around you pulling you close.

“Gods yes” you smiled pulling him down to kiss you. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask honestly” you chuckled pulling back to rest your forehead against his.

“I’ve been working up the courage since we came home from Dublin four months ago” he chuckles brushing his nose against yours.

“Do I really make you that nervous baby” you snort pulling back to look at his beet red face.

“Niamh it took me damn near fifteen full years to tell you I had feelings for you, and even then, I was four drinks from fucked” he chuckles nervously scratching at the back of his head. “I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone before I need you to know that you are the end all be all for me Flower” he breathes pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I couldn’t have put it better myself” you stutter out your lungs shuttering with emotion. “Gonna make a lass cry Andrew” you chuckle tears briming in the corner of your eyes as you brush your nose against his.

Pulling back, he pressed a kiss to your forehead “Not my intentions in the slightest Sunflower” he murmurs the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin.

“I know” you hum “you could never” resting your head against his chest you sway back and forth to the beat of your hearts.

“Mmm what are the plans for today” he asks after a while his cheek resting on top of your head.

“I was gonna do some editing outside for a few hours how about you Bear” you hum in reply pressing a kiss to his chest before leaning back to look up at him.

“Was gonna do some noodling in the studio before I have a zoom interview for a radio station at half two” he replies rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“How about you bring your guitar outside and noodle while I edit, it’s a nice day for once we should take advantage of it while we can” you reply looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Sounds like a good plan to me” he hums “now what was it you wanted to ask about tour before I accidentally interrupted you” he chuckles nervously as he separates from your embrace. He grabs you hand bringing you with him as he walks down the hall toward his at home studio.

“Oh ehm, I was wondering if maybe possibly I don’t know never mind” you stuttered carding your hands in your hair nervously.

"No Sour Patch it’s obviously bothering you if you brought it up what is it” he asks, turning to you his acoustic in hand.

“I was wondering if maybe I could go with you” you blurt out

“Yes” he grins setting his guitar down on the stand once more.

“I mean you don’t have to say yes but I was thinking my book doesn’t release for another I don’t know 10 months and all that is gonna be me editing and putting in some final touches which I can do from a tour bus” you ramble not hearing his reply

“I said yes baby I would love it if you could come on tour with me” he grinned letting out a soft chuckle as he took your face in his hands quieting your nervous rambling.

“You sure” you ask

“Never been surer” he grins bringing you close to press a kiss to your lips.

“Good because I don’t know how I was going to survive all those months without you now that I have more of you” you grinned squeezing his tall frame before moving to grab your laptop.

“I was beginning to worry about that as well” Andrew hums following you out through the glass doors in his bedroom.

“Elwood, Redbeard” you called within seconds you heard the pitter patter of their paws as they came barreling down the hall. “g’wan boys” you ushered them out the door into the backyard

“Well now we don’t have to worry because we’ll be stuck on a tour bus together for months on end” you grin eyes going wide in fake horror.

“Oh, the horror” he gasps following you out to the little patio set up he has.

You bend over to put your laptop down on the couch so you could set up your portable table. He walks up behind you and places his guitar on the couch before resting his hand on your hips pulling you back into him. “Mmm Bear” you hum standing back up to your full height leaning back against him.

“Yes, Sour Patch” he grins pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ve got work to do” you reply letting him sway you back and forth.

“Doesn’t sound like you want to do it” he chuckles as you turn your head to nuzzle into his neck.

“Why would I want to do anything when I can just stay here with you” you hum “but alas reality says I have to edit this novel because my publisher demands it” you chuckle patting his hands where they rested on your stomach.

“Aye I suppose you have to keep the publisher happy” he sighs moving to sit in the grass with his acoustic and his notebook Elwood coming up to lay beside him.

Redbeard moves to lay on the couch with you, his head on your lap “Hiya stink” you greeted him rubbing your thumb up his nose and between his eyes until he’s lulled to sleep.

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A couple of hours go by. Andrew noodling away at his acoustic the occasional lyric sung in a hushed tone. Eventually Elwood moved from his position at Andrew’s side to end up on the couch with you and Redbeard. “He might technically be mine, but I swear you’re his favorite” Andrew chuckles standing from the ground stretching out his long limbs.

“It’s not my fault your dog has taste” you grin up at him as he makes his way over to you.

“I can’t argue with that” he chuckles bending down to kiss your forehead, you smile up at him pushing your blue light glass back up your nose. “I’ve got to get set up for that zoom interview, it should only take about an hour then what do you say to kielbasa and pierogi casserole for dinner” he grins resting a hand on your cheek.

“Sounds good to me Love I’ll keep the boys out here with me, so they don’t interrupt your interview” you reply nuzzling into the palm of his hand pressing a kiss there before he pulls it back to his side.

“Alright if you need anything you know where I’ll be” He replies pressing one last kiss to your lips before petting each dog on the head and heading back into the house his guitar in hand.

“Alright baby, you’ll do just fine, you just gotta be yourself” you call before he closes the sliding glass wall he turns around and blows you a kiss.

You work for another thirty minutes, your music playing softly in the background, the occasional chuckle coming from behind the wall of windows that lead into his bedroom. Pausing your music and closing your laptop, you stand folding your portable table. Letting out a whistle calling the boys back to your side. “let’s go back inside Stinkies” you hum getting the boys to follow you to the front of the house so as not to disturb Andrew’s zoom call.

Stepping into the house you place your laptop and it’s table in Andrew’s office before getting an idea. You make your way through the house to Andrew’s bedroom door losing articles of clothing as you go. Spotting one of Andrew’s sweaters hanging off the chair in his studio you make a detour grabbing it and throwing it over your head, it falls only a quarter of the way down your thighs not leaving much to the imagination. Heading back towards his bedroom you carefully open the door making just enough noise that he notices your presence in the door frame, but you’re not picked up by the microphone on his computer.

“Hi baby” you mouth wiggling your fingers at him. Your other hand toying with the hem of his sweater pulling it up enough to flash him a glimpse of your red lace panties.

Holding back a groan Andrew tears his eyes away from your tantalizing form to look at his interviewer “sorry what was the question my dog just came in the room distracted me” he chuckles nervously rubbing at his collarbone.

Deciding you weren’t happy with the small amount of reaction you received, you decided to kick it up a notch, pulling the sweater up and over your head, revealing your bare breasts to him. You moved towards him making sure to keep out of the camera’s line of sight, dropping the sweater to the floor with a soft thump. You stand on the edge of his peripheral, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you played with a loose curl.

“Oh yeah um the new EP you have coming out on coincidentally your birthday if I remember correctly” the interviewer chuckled.

“Oh yeah, ehm it’s on Patrick’s day” Andrew nervously chuckles.

“How are you feeling, this is your first bit of new music since before the pandemic” the interviewer asks.

“Yeah, no it’s definitely nerve wracking, but ehm you know I’m happy with the work and I’m glad to get it out there for the fans I know they’ve been antsy waiting on me to get my shit together” he chuckles threading his fingers through his hair turning his head to the side to catch a glimpse of you.

Holding back another groan his cock twitches in his pants as he catches you with your hand in your panties. You press your fingers against your clit rubbing it in slow circles holding back a moan you throw your head back in a silent cry to tease him further.

“fuck” he coughs chocking on his own spit he turns away from you back to the screen his hand resting in his lap subtly adjust his already aching cock.

“Everything alright there Andrew” the Interviewer asks

“What oh yeah ehm can we take a short break my dog just had an accident in the hall” he mutters nervously

“Yeah, sure man” the interviewer says.

“Thanks” Andrew mutters muting his mic before discreetly standing up so as not to make his raging hard on known.

“Hi Baby” you grin looking up at him a sweet and innocent look spread across your face.

“Don’t hi Baby me when you come in here in nothing but my sweater and your panties teasing me while I’m trying to answer questions for my job” he tsks placing his hands on your hips yanking you to him pressing his hard cock into your lower stomach.

“I just wanted to say hi” you hum blinking up at him.

“Is that so” he hums grinning down at you an idea flickering through his brain “if that’s the case get on your knees” he commands pulling back from you.

“What” you gasp looking up at him.

“I said on your knees Baby” he rumbles taking your chin in his hand guiding you to the floor. Without a word he walks away from you, pulling a box out from underneath his bed a shiver running down your spine at the sight of it. Pulling a wad of rope from the tub along with a small unknown object he made his way back over you. “Color” he asked kneeling in front of you unraveling the blue cord.

“Green” you breath

“Good Girl” he praises expertly setting about binding your hands together behind your back. He leaves you in a kneeling position facing his desk. “Since you’ve interrupted me in the middle of an interview” he growls pressing a kiss to your jaw bringing his hands down to spread your legs "you’ll only get to cum when I say so do you understand” he hums.

“Y…yes I understand” you stutter.

“Such an obedient little slut” he coos pulling a black vibrator from its box bringing it up to your lips “Open” he commands waiting patiently for you to open your pretty pink lips for him.

“That’s my good girl” he hums pressing the shaft of the vibrator into your mouth letting you wet it before bringing it to your sopping cunt. He peeled your panties back he pressed the head of the vibrator to your entrance slowly easing it into you.

“Gods Andrew” you moan at the full feeling between your legs.

Pressing the vibrator all the way in making sure the clit stimulator was flat against you; he presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling his hand out of your panties and back to his side. “Now I need you to be quiet baby, can you do that for me” he asks gripping your chin in his hand “or do I need to gag you” he adds lowly.

You nod your head vigorously, squirming, willing the vibrator to move.

“Ah ah ah, use your words pretty girl” he tsks tilting his head as he looks down at you his cock twitching once more in his pants at the sight of you tied up waiting for his next command.

“N…no Andrew you don’t have t…to gag me” you stutter looking up at him.

“Good, now I’m going to finish my interview that you so rudely interrupted, but before I’m able to do that I’m gonna need your color Baby” he hums brushing his hands against your jaw.

“Green” you mumble.

“Good Girl” he praises walking back over to his desk chair he unmutes his microphone.

“Sorry about that he’s gotten a little testy with old age” Andrew chuckles nervously rubbing at his collarbone.

“Nah you’re good man I get it I’ve got a new puppy at home she’s still in training” the interviewer chuckles.

“Awe no way man what is she if you don’t mind my asking” Andrew grins clicking the remote turning the vibrator on to a slow steady pace. The thrusting of the shaft working in tandem with the suction on your clit sending a shock through your system. You bite your bottom lip holding back a moan.

“Yeah, she’s a German Shepard Collie mix” he grins pulling up a picture on his phone and showing it to Andrew.

“Oh, she looks so sweet what’s her name” Andrew smiles

“Bear” the interviewer chuckles “My daughter named her”

“Oh, that’s cute” Andrew chuckles leaning back in his chair catching a glimpse of you on the floor your hips absentmindedly thrusting into the air.

“If I’m remembering correctly your pup’s name is Elwood and is a border collie mix right?” the interviewer asks

“Yeah, ehm he’s more of a mutt if I’m honest but ehm yeah his name is Elwood, he’s a good pup” Andrew chuckles scratching at the back of his head “I’ve recently adopted a red Irish Setter too his names Redbeard” Andrew adds

“Oh, like the dog in I think it was the BBC version of Sherlock” the interviewer grins excitedly

“Ehm yeah I think so, I don’t know he just kind of came with the name” Andrew sucked in a breath scratching at his collarbone, while simultaneously turning up the clit suction part of the vibrator still pumping and shivering inside of your dripping cunt.

Your head lulls to the side as you quietly pant to yourself fighting the urge to groan at the pleasure coursing through your veins. You feel your climax building as you watch him subtly adjust himself under the desk as he continues to answer the questions thrown his way like he isn’t practically torturing you in the same room.

“So yeah, ehm we’ve got an EP coming out on the 17th with two songs from the album and a bonus track, with a couple more singles to be sprinkled in before the album’s release day sometime in late summer” He answers carding his hand through his hair nervously. Catching your writhing form in the corner of his eye he smirks shutting the vibrator off completely. He watches as you sag forward, a frustrated scowl plastered across your face as you glare over at him.

Grinning to himself he sits forward his hand holding the remote adjusts his hard cock once again absentmindedly, as he listens intently to the man on his screen.

“Oh, that’s exciting I’m sure the songs are gonna be amazing, my daughter loves your song To Noise Making she calls it the noise song” the interviewer adds

“Oh, that’s sweet” Andrew’s face contorts in a half frown half grin as his free hand comes to rest on his heart “I’m so happy she likes it To Noise Making is kind of my forgotten child sometimes” he chuckles a nervous grimace spreading across his face.

“It really is” the interviewer agrees “So tell me a little bit about the inspiration for the upcoming album Unreal Unearth I believe you said it’s called”

Turning the vibrator back on to a slow pulse the shaft only pumping every couple seconds drawing out your torture. “Ehm during lockdown I finally managed to sit down and read through Dante Alighieri’s divine comedy Inferno about his depiction of hell and it’s nine circles of punishments” he leans back tilting his head to the side as though in thought when he was actually sneaking a glance at you sprawled on the floor your body quivering at the euphoric feeling caressing your bound form. “I tried to stay away from directly using Dante as an influence but each song definitely plays with the theme of each circle of hell” upping the speed of the vibrator Andrew subtly adjusted himself again before sitting back up hearing a quiet gasp pass your lips he grinned “like with the EP coming out on the seventeenth the one song Eat Your Young falls into the circle of gluttony or ehm another song on the EP called All Things End falls into the circle for heretics” he explains

“Isn’t there a third song on the EP as well” the interviewer asked

“oh yeah ehm Through Me (The Flood) it ehm it doesn’t particularly have a circle in hell it’s kind of a play on what’s said in Canto III of the poem” Andrew nods his head shutting the vibrator off again you let out a quiet gasp “you know the Through me is the way into the doleful city, through me the way into the eternal pain, through me the way among the lost” he continued “that song itself was written during the early days of covid when all you saw on TV was the death tolls rising and the silence of living out in the countryside by myself and kind of that feeling of loss and grief during that time period”

“Man, I wish my brain worked as well as yours does cause I never would have thought to come up with something like this to explain those what felt like universal feelings at that time” the interviewer gushed

“I ehm I d’know man I wouldn’t say my brain works well” Andrew chuckles nervously scratching at his head simultaneously flicking the vibrator back on to the highest setting possible. Your body arching off the floor a silent scream bursting from your parted lips

“Well, I would I mean I’ve been a fan of your work since Take Me to Church and of all the music I’ve listened to in my thirty-eight years of life and I’d say you’ve most definitely have an amazing mind hell I’d go so far as to call you a poet man” the interviewer continued

“Ah thanks you’re being too kind” Andrew blushes trying to hide his face from view

“Nah man you’re just too humble” the interviewer chuckles “but ah I think that’s all we have time for today so congrats on the new music I can’t wait to hear it hopefully I’ll get to see one of your shows this tour I know my daughter would love to go”

“Thanks for having me on the show ehm it was great talking to you, and ehm I hope you and your daughter get to make it to one of the shows this run” Andrew nods sending a little wave towards the screen smiling softly.

Hanging up the call Andrew turns to you leaning back in his chair hands splayed out on each thigh “now what to do with you” he rumbles tilting his head looking at you

“Andy” you whine pitifully from your place tied up on the floor

“What baby” he hums bending forward resting his chin in the palm of the hand not holding the remote

“I want to cum please……fuck please let me cum” you beg writhing on the floor

“Do you think you deserve to cum” he muses tapping his finger against his lips

“Please I’ve…… shit I’ve been good” you gasp pleading with him

“Hmm have you, have you really” he hums upping the speed of the vibrator.

“God” you whine writhing against your constraints.

“There is no God here pretty girl only me” Andrew rumbles standing from his chair coming to stand over you.

“Ngh please” you whine grinding as best as you could against the vibrator buried inside of you.

“Hmm I suppose you deserve to cum” he muses getting up from the chair “but not like this” he adds shutting the vibrator off

“Ass” you groan.

“Now Flower is that anyway to talk to the man who holds your pleasure in his hands” he tsks.

“Well, when he deserves it yeah” you pant.

“I’m not the one who walked in on her boyfriend’s work-related interview half naked in just her boyfriend’s jumper and his favorite red lace panties.” he scoffs “not to mention taking the aforementioned jumper off with no bra might I add before putting her hands in her panties touching herself for him to see”

“You liked it” you grin cheekily up at him.

“That’s beside the point” he shrugs before squatting beside you “now how about we undo these ties” he hums pulling at the knot binding your hands to your feet behind your back.

Sighing in relief as he softly rubs at your wrists working circulation back into your hands. “Don’t get too comfortable you have a problem that you need to fix” he murmurs against your ear before biting at the lobe.

“Oh and what would that problem be” you smirk a shiver running down your spine.

“You know damn well what that problem is you little minx” he growls pressing one of your hands against his hard cock over top of the sweats he’d been wearing all day.

“And how pray tell am I supposed to fix this” you hum spinning to kneel in front of him.

“I can think of a few ways” he grins devilishly down at you his hand coming up to cup your cheek his thumb brushing against your lower lip.

“Oh yeah” you hum before taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking.

“Mhm and I think I know which one I want” he rumbles

Releasing his thumb with a wet pop you look up at him through your lashes “and which one is that” you ask innocently

“I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours in front of that mirror so you can watch” He hums “would you let me fuck your mouth baby” he asks softly brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Mhm” you nod eagerly.

“Use your words Pretty Girl” he commands softly

“yes” you sigh

“Good Girl” he praises before standing and helping you to your feet guiding you over to the other side of the room where there was a full-length mirror propped up against the wall. “Get on your knees for me baby” he hums pulling you in for a soft reverent kiss. “Love you” he breaths against your soft lips.

“Mmm love you too” you hum kissing him once again before sinking down to your knees. Your hands toying with the waistband of his sweats. Tugging at the band you pull them down his legs letting him step out of them before throwing them to the side. Trailing your nails down his thighs you lean in to suck at the tip of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Fuck baby” he groans carding his hand through your hair tugging slightly.

You hum against him as he grows harder against your lips. Your hands finding purchase underneath the legs of his boxers, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs. Grazing your teeth against his length you lean back pulling at the waistband of his boxers. “Can I” you ask softly looking up at Andrew through your lashes as you press a kiss to his lower stomach.

“please” he whimpers softly his hand moving to cup your cheek once more.

“Good boy” you murmur pulling his boxers down his legs his cock springing free. Once he stepped out of his boxers you tossed them to meet his sweats on the other side of the bed. Your hand coming up to fist his cock.

“Christ” he hisses at the contact.

You grin leaning forward to nip at the skin of his thigh before taking the tip of his cock between your lips. Hallowing your cheeks you suck at the leaking head swirling your tongue around the tip.

“Fuck” he groans his hand finding its way back into your hair gripping it tightly “I’m going to fuck you’re mouth now baby” he hums “Is that alright”

You sink further down on his cock taking as much of him as possible in reply. The head of his cock pressing against the back of your throat your nose brushing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. Your hands grip his thighs as you hum against him.

“Fuck you take me so well” he groans tentatively pulling out of your mouth before thrusting back into you. Peaking up at him through your lashes you flatten your tongue against the base of his cock sucking at him as his hips slowly pick up their pace fucking into your mouth.

“Look how well you take me” he groans his hips snapping forward into your mouth. Your drool mixing with his precum coating his cock as he fucks into your mouth over and over again. “Such a perfect little slut for me”

Allowing your gaze to fall to the side to look at your reflection in the mirror, you groan around him at the sight. Down on your knees before him, one of his hands gripping your hair keeping it back from your face as he thrust into you. “Such a pretty little mess” he groans watching as your drool pools from your mouth soaking his cock and your jaw. You moan around his cock at the praise.

“Jesus” he whines his hips picking up their pace relentlessly fucking into your mouth as you suck at him with each thrust.

Your hands move to grip his hips as they falter the closer he gets to his climax. His hand not gripping your hair comes to rest on your cheek. “Fuck” he groans from the vibration of you moaning around him as he clicks on the vibrator still buried to the hilt inside of you to the highest setting. Your hands tighten their grip on his thighs as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Christ Goddess……… Fuck I’m close” he whimpers dropping the remote to the ground bringing his now free hand up to rest against your throat feeling as his cock slips in and out of you. “Gonna cum down this pretty little fucking throat” he pants gently squeezing at your pulse points.

You look up at him through your lashes wordlessly giving him permission to cum in your mouth. “Good Girl” he praises as you reach behind him gripping his ass. The vibrator thrumming between your legs sending a shiver up your spine.

His hips picking up as he grows closer to his release “gonna cum for me baby” he pants knowing your tells. “Want you to cum for me” he whines his hand moving up from your throat to cup your cheek.

You whine around his cock as you feel yourself finally tipping over the edge. Your hands tightening their grip on his ass pulling him flush against you as he shutters tipping over the edge with you. “Fuck baby” Andrew groans head thrown back his hips shallowly thrusting into your mouth as his orgasm washes over him. “Shit” He whimpers as you swallow around him.

The vibrator still pulsing between your legs the pain of over stimulation slowly flowing back into pleasure. “You’re so pretty like this” he sighs releasing your hair from his grip moving to cup your cheek before pulling from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to the tip of his softening cock.

“Andy” you murmur shuttering as a second orgasm builds quickly in your core.

“Such a pretty little mess” he murmurs to himself swiping at the cum on the edge of your lips pressing his thumb against your lips. “Open” he commands softly.

Grinning devilishly at you as you dutifully obey his command, your lips part to suck his thumb into your mouth. “Good Girl” he praises as you shutter letting out a pitiful whine as a second softer orgasm washes over you.

“it’s too much” you whimper you thighs squeezing tight as the vibrator prolongs your second orgasm.

Pulling his thumb from your mouth. He kneels before you retrieving the previously discarded remote shutting the vibrator off.

“Easy Flower, I’ve got you” Andrew coos catching your limp form as you slump forward. Pressing a kiss to your forehead he reaches between the two of you his hand finding its way into your panties once more finally removing the vibrator from your over sensitive cunt.

“Ngh” you whimper burrowing your face into his chest.

“Ssshhh Darling” he murmurs placing the vibrator on the floor beside you. Bringing his hand back to your panties he slips it inside once more tentatively swiping his fingers against your slit.

“No more” you whine your hand loosely gripping his wrist.

“Alright” Andrew nods pulling his hand from inside your panties bringing his fingers up to his lips to suck them clean. “You did so well for me Flower” he praises pressing a kiss to your forehead once more. “How about a bath hmm” he suggests brushing your hair behind your ear from where you lay curled up in his lap.

“Sounds nice” you mumble sleepily.

“You gonna make it to the tub Love” he chuckles squeezing your hip.

“I d’know” you mumble sleepily

“Alright” he laughs moving to cradle you in his arms slowly standing once you’re secure and carrying you off to the bathroom.

Sitting you down on the closed toilet lid he kisses your cheek before turning to fill the tub. Divesting himself of any remaining clothes before doing the same to you. Once he’s happy that the water is to your liking, he holds his hands out to you helping you to stand. Stepping into the warm water first he guides you into the tub before sinking down into the water beckoning you to sit in his lap. “C’mere” he murmurs, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“Did you get much work done before you” he trails off pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “So rudely interrupted my interview” he continues pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“Hmm it was fairly productive the boys got to let off some energy too which means we should have a fairly easy night” you murmur turning your head to kiss his lips.

“Oh yeah” he grins against your lips. “What were you thinking” he hums kissing the tip of your nose.

“Well, you said something about kielbasa and pierogi casserole, I was thinking maybe we catch up on Criminal Minds and snuggle with our babies” you hum toying with his hands resting against your stomach. “we’ve got some new records to try out too while you make dinner” you trail off brushing your finger along his thigh.

“Hmm I like the sound of that” he murmurs his thumbs brushing against the bottom of your breasts.

You relax in companionable silence until the water gets cold and you’re forced to leave the tub. Andrew helps you from the tub. Grabbing a towel from the wall he dries you off trailing kisses along your skin as he goes. Once you’re dry, he wraps the towel around your midsection before doing something similar for himself while you make your way back into the bedroom.

Following you back into the bedroom he comes up behind you already dressed in one of his T-shirts and a fresh pair of panties. Wrapping his arms around your midsection, his hands coming to softly grip your still bare thighs. “God may I never get used to how gorgeous you look in my clothes” he groans trailing his hands up your thighs and under your shirt to rest against your stomach. “And if I ever do may god strike me down where I stand” he murmurs kissing your neck.

“Gods you’re extra sappy today” you laugh leaning back against him.

“Well of course I am my girlfriend just agreed to move in with me, plus she asked to go on tour with me in a couple months” He grins absentmindedly swaying back and forth.

“That’s fair you’ve got me there” You giggle softly.

“I’m so excited” he grins squeezing you tighter.

“Me too” you smile squeezing his forearm laughing when your stomach gurgles. “Get dressed I’m starving” you laugh patting his hands before extricating yourself from his arms.

“Fine” he whines reluctantly releasing you. “Hold on wait” He calls as you bend to pull your pajama pants up your legs.

Sighing you stand back up to look at him your pants dropping to your side. “What” you ask tilting your head to the side your eyes raking in the view of him towel slung low on his hips chest still glistening with water from the bath.

“I just……I just wanna look at you” he grins taking in the sight of you in nothing but his old T-shirt and your pastel blue lace panties.

A wide grin spreads across your face “Gods you’re incorrigible” you laugh whipping your pajama pants at him.

“OI” he gasps flinching away from you chuckling as you wind up to whip at him again. “Easy killer” he cackles before you manage to knock his towel down his legs leaving him in nothing but his birthday suit. “Minx” he tsks his hands coming to rest on his hips as he looks up at you.

“You like it” you grin, biting your lip your gaze traveling south.

“Like what you see Niamh” Andrew grins devilishly at you.

Saunting up to him, you place your hands against his lower stomach nails scratching against his happy trail. “And if I said it was one of my favorite views” you grin teetering onto your toes ghosting your lips against his.

You pull back grinning right as he leans forward to connect his lips to yours. “Ngh” he whines

“Get dressed Bear I’m going to get out what you’ll need to make dinner it’s your turn to cook” you call slipping your pants on before stepping from the room. “Hello my babies” you squeal greeted by both dogs as soon as you open the bedroom door.

Shaking his head at your antics he finishes dressing before following you out to the kitchen.

“Now don’t tell your Dad” he heard you talking to the dogs. Silently he crept to the kitchen doorway peeping his head round the corner he watches as you feed a slice of cheese to each dog. “Good babies” you grin bending over to kiss each dog on the forehead.

“You know I really shouldn’t wonder why they like you more than me you spoil them rotten” He chuckles stepping into the kitchen.

“That’s cause they’re just innocent little babies how can you say no to their little faces” you defend kneeling down between the two dogs to look up at him.

“You’ve got me there” he laughs bending down to scratch each dog behind the ears. “Good lads” he praises bending to kiss each dog on the snoot before standing back up with you.

“Now you shoo or at least find something to do that isn’t hovering while I cook” he says looking at you with a raised brow.

“And where pray tell is my kiss on the nose” you ask indignantly hands on your hips.

“So sorry your highness” he chuckles leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Why don’t you go put a record on hmm” he asks sneaking a kiss to your lips.

“Okay” you cheer spinning on your heels and heading towards the living room where the record player and vinyls were kept the dogs hot on your heels.

Chuckling softly to himself he sets about starting dinner.

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Fifteen minutes later

You’d put on Bill Withers’ “Just as I am” album before sauntering back into the kitchen and pouring both of you a glass of your favorite sweet red wine.

“Thank you baby” Andrew hums leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before focusing back on his task of prepping pierogies.

You sit in silence for a while content just watching him work. The dogs tucked against the counter at your feet head resting against their paws as they also intently watch Andrew cook.

“So……” you hum swirling your glass watching intently as the wine swooped around the globe.

“So……” he mimics flipping the Kielbasa in the frying pan.

“Ehm I was thinking about picking up painting again and I was wondering if ehm if you had a spare room I could turn into a studio for my writing and for painting” you ask your legs swinging absentmindedly.

“Hmm well there is the glass room at the other end of the house I was originally going to use it for my studio but it’s not big enough for all my equipment” he replies glancing up at you. “It’s already wired with 2 outlets so you won’t have to worry about that we can get you a desk for your desktop set up” he continues combining the pierogies and kielbasa in the casserole dish he inherited from his maternal grandmother. “Plus, I remember Mam saying something about have some extra supplies laying around that we could bring in for your painting” he adds putting the finishing touches on the casserole dish before sliding into the oven.

“You don’t mind” you ask shyly.

“Of course, not Sunflower this is your home now what’s mine is yours” he murmurs coming to stand between your legs his palms spread across your thighs.

“I just……I don’t want to intrude” you mutter toying with your wine glass once again.

“Niamh” Andrew sighs taking your wine glass from your hands and sitting it down on the counter beside you before taking your face in his hands. “I want you to feel as much at home here as I do if you want an at home studio of your own then that’s what we’ll do I’ve got plenty of space we’ll make it work I promise ok” he murmurs brushing his thumbs across your cheeks.

“o…okay” you murmur looking at him with innocent little doe eyes.

“I love you Sour Patch” Andrew murmurs pulling you down to kiss your forehead.

“I love you too Bear” you sigh your hands coming up to rest on top of his.

“C’mere” he mutters moving his hand to grip your hips he pulls you off the counter to rest on your feet once more. “Dance with me” he asks softly wrapping his arms around your waist holding you as close to him as possible.

“Sap” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck looking up at him pressing your lips against his. Your fingers carding into the hair at the base of his neck.

“Mmm I’m your sap” he mutters against your lips.

“Yeah, you are” you grin trailing your hands down his chest to wrap around his torso squeezing him tight. Resting your head on his chest allowing him to sway you slowly back and forth to the music.

You stay like that swaying softly back and forth around the spacious kitchen until the timer for the casserole goes off and Andrew is forced to let you go. While Andrew puts the finishing touches on your respective dishes you set the table for dinner, bringing your bottle of wine from earlier.

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Thirty minutes later

You’d finished eating dinner and had tag teamed the washing up before settling onto the couch to continue your watch through of Criminal Minds. Well, it was a rewatch for you and a first time watch through for Andrew.

Hitting play on the episode you’d left off on, you snuggle back into his arms. “Oh, this is a good one” you grin laying back against his chest.

“Ssh no spoilers” he laughs patting your stomach pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I wasn’t going to spoil anything ass” you laugh focusing on the tv as Hotchner gives the iconic “Wheels up in thirty” line.

You watch an episode in companionable silence with your fingers absentmindedly toying with Andrews where they rest against your stomach. As the next episode started, you’d turned to lay stomach to stomach with him your head still on his chest. Andrews hand unconsciously trailing up and down your spine.

Smirking to yourself you decided to toy with Andrew you brought one of your hands down between the two of you cupping him through the thin fabric of his buffalo plaid pajama pants.

“Whatcha doing their Sour Patch” Andrew gasps softly.

“Nothing” you murmur innocently peering up at him pressing the heel of your hand harder against him grinning when you feel his cock begin to harden under your attentions.

“Bullshit” he growls unconsciously pressing against your hand.

You just grin up at him biting your bottom lip as you look down at him.

“That’s it” he rumbles hoisting you up into a standing position.

“What are you gonna do about it Bear” you grin your hands resting against your hips.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you want” he grins toying with the waistband of your pants. “May I” he asks softly leaning forward to press a kiss to your lower stomach.

“Please” you sigh carding your fingers in his hair.

“Good girl” he praises pulling both your pajamas and panties down to your ankles letting you step out of them before doing the same to himself. His hard cock already leaking at the prospect of what he was going to do to you.

“C’mere” he beckons turning you around to face the tv before pulling you down to rest on his lap his cock nestled against your center sending a shiver up your spine.

“Andy” you murmur grinding against him coating his cock in your arousal.

“Ah ah ah Baby no more moving” he tsks “I’m going to sit you on my cock and you’re going to sit nice and still for me” he hums lifting your hips he lines the head of his cock up with your entrance before pulling you down on him.

“Christ” you gasp as he presses into you from behind.

“Fuck you feel so good” he groans once he’s fully seated inside of you, letting you rest back against him. “Now sit still” he rumbles gripping each of your thighs bringing them up to rest on each of his spreading you wider for him.

“Ngh” you whimper wanting nothing more than to grind against him.

“Easy baby” he murmurs pressing a kiss to your shoulder as one of his hands snakes its way up your shirt to palm your breast. Flicking his thumb against your nipple grinning as you twitch involuntarily in his arms.

“Gods you’re such a sadistic bastard” you huff out indignantly.

“You love it” he grins pinching your nipple pulling a gasp from you.

“that’s beside the point” you gasp your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck” he hisses his hand not palming your breast gripping your thigh tighter.

You sit like that resting a still as possible with his cock buried inside of you for about half an episode you weren’t quite sure anymore. You weren’t really paying attention to the BAU team anymore as they worked to solve yet another case on your tv screen. You were more preoccupied with the feeling of fullness between your legs. The feeling provided by Andrew’s cocked nestled inside of you, as he leaned back on the couch legs spread to accommodate you sitting on his lap as you leaned back against his chest not moving, your lips pressed to his jaw.

His other arm not under his t-shirt you were wearing made its way to drape over your thigh his fingers lazily drawing his name against your clit, occasionally pinching the swollen bud.

“Fuck Andy” you whine your hips twitching slightly of their own accord.

“Ah ah baby what did I say about moving” He tsks

“I’m sorry” you mutter burying your head into his neck sucking a mark into the soft skin there.

“It’s ok baby” he coos pressing a kiss to the top of your head continuing to draw lazy circles on your clit in tandem with your nipples.

"Ngh” you whine your walls clenching around his cock.

“You feel so good Darling” he hums “Doing so well for me” he murmurs kissing your shoulder. His hand moving from your breast long enough to spread your legs wider for him, his cock sinking deeper into your warm wet heat the head now resting against your cervix.

“Gods Andy” you groan feeling the slow build of your orgasm. One of your hands stretched behind you carded in Andrews hair, while the other hand bolstered against his thigh willing your hips to stay still, knowing that if you moved again, he’d stop all together.

“Such a good little slut for me” he coos dipping his fingers down he spread them around the base of his cock still inside of you, collecting more of your slick to rub against your clit.

“Always for you” you breath his cock twitching inside of you pulling a moan from your parted lips, a steady fire building in the pit of your stomach now.

“That’s my good girl” he hums nudging your head to the side with his nose so he can suck marks down the column of your throat. A Particularly hard tug of your nipple had your back arching off of his chest.

“I…… Fuck I’m so close Andy” you whine your head falling back allowing him space to nip and suck at your collarbone now.

“I want you to cum for me Darling” he rumbles “I want you to paint my cock because it’s yours” he adds pinching your clit one last time tipping you over the edge.

“Christ” you whine burying your head in his neck, his cock still nestled securely inside of you waiting patiently for you to be ready to go again.

“Such a good little cock warmer you are for me” he praises pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose as you slump against him.

“Only for you” you pant your walls clenching around him. A shiver going up your spin from the overstimulating sensation of his cock still buried inside of you.

“That’s right” he grins devilishly nipping at your shoulder his hands gripping your hips holding you tight against him.

“You know for a man who’s all about a woman’s right to her own body you sure are possessive” you laugh softly your hips absentmindedly grinding against.

“Shit” he hisses gripping your hips to still you once more. “Two things can coexist” he murmurs nipping at your ear lobe. “Now may I fuck you”

“Such manners” you laugh softly “I’ve been waiting for you to ask” you hum wiggling against him.

“You keep that up and we wont make it to the fun part” he groans gripping your hips stilling you.

“Oh yeah” you laugh softly.

“Yeah” he hums pressing his lips to your jaw. Letting out a soft moan he pulls you off his cock. Once you’re standing in front of him, his hands find their way up under your shirt slowly peeling it up to expose your stomach to him. Leaning in he presses a kiss right below your navel nuzzling against you. Working his way up your torso lips following your shirt as he peels it from your skin. Slowly standing to join you as he finishes pulling his t-shirt from your arms throwing it to the side before shucking his pants all the way off.

“Hi” He murmurs pulling you in for a kiss.

“Hi” You grin against his lips your hands finding their way up under the hem of his sweater, flattening your cold hands against the soft pudge of his stomach. “Have I ever told you how much I love your little tummy” you grin scratching your nails across the base of his stomach.

“Oh yeah” he grins a shiver involuntarily running down your spine.

“Mhm” you hum pushing up the hem of his sweater revealing his stomach and chest to you. “And these” you add leaning forward to press a kiss to his chest, biting softly at the skin. “Love these”

“Glad to know you like my softer form” he chuckles lifting his arms so you can peel his sweater off of him.

“I just wanna squish you” you grin squeezing his hips pulling him flush against you once more.

“Thanks, I think” he chuckles cupping your cheek pulling you in for a heated kiss, his tongue pressing against your lips begging for entrance. His hands wandering your form as the kiss deepens, cupping your breasts before settling against your ass.

“How do you want me Pretty Boy” you murmur pulling away from his lips gazing up at him through your lashes, your nails scratching lightly at his happy trail.

“Hmm how about I bend you over this couch and fuck you from behind” he hums against the shell of your ear grinning at the soft gasp you emit. “Would you like that Pretty Girl” he grins softly slapping your ass.

“Please” you breath melting into him.

“Good Girl” he murmurs guiding you to kneel on the couch facing away from him. “God you’re gorgeous” he groans trailing his hands up the outside of your thighs, bringing them around the front gripping at the plump flesh of the inside of your thighs spreading you wide for him.

“Andy” you whine pressing back against him as he leans over pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades ghosting his finger tips up and down your spine.

“Easy baby I’ve got you” he murmurs as his hands find their way to your hips pulling you back against him, his hard cock nestled against your warm wet heat. “What’s your color baby” he murmurs leaning down to kiss the center of your spine.

“Green” you hum, grinding back against him.

“Good Girl” he groans reaching between the two of you lining his cock up with your entrance before easing back into you. “Fuck Darling” he groans once fully seated inside of you.

“Christ” you whine your hands tightening their grip on the back of the couch.

Tentatively he pulls out before slamming back into you, setting a brutal pace. “Gods you feel so good baby” He grunts his hands squeezing your hips hard enough to leave a bruise for you to find in the morning.

“Ngh Andy” you whimper. “Fuck you feel good” you whine grinding back against him meeting his hips thrust for brutal thrust.

The wet sound of his thighs slapping against your ass fills the room, mixing with your depraved moans as he slams into you.

“Andy……I fuck” you whine your head falling limp against the back cushions of the couch muffling your moans.

“Ah ah ah pretty girl let me hear you” He tsks slapping his hand across your ass.

“Shit” you hiss you head popping up off the cushions.

“Good Girl” he grunts slamming into you. Reaching up your back his fingers find their way into your hair tugging at the strands.

You let out a debauched whine as he brings his free hand down to rub circles into your clit. “Gods” you groan your thighs wobbling as you grew closer to your release.

“Christ Darling” he grunts as your walls clench around him. “Fuck” he groans his eyes trailing down your sweat slick back before zeroing in on where you were joined. Watching enthralled as his cock slips in and out of you glistening with your arousal.

“Andy I…… fuck I’m close” you gasp grinding back against him.

“Cum for me baby” he grunts pinching your clit as he pounds into you. “Cum on my cock”

“Fuck Andy” you gasp tipping over the edge, your orgasm crashing into you.

“That’s it baby” he huffs “Fuck” he moans continuing to thrust into you working you through your orgasm.

“Gods Andy I……I can’t” you whimper you legs threatening to give out underneath you.

“Just a little more baby I…… fuck I’m close” he pants gripping your hips in both of his hands keeping you upright.

“Ngh” you whine as he fucks you through your overstimulation sending you barreling towards your third orgasm of the night.

His hips begin to falter as he grows closer to his own orgasm. “Christ Niamh” he whimpers “Can I fuck…… can I cum inside of you” he whines “Please Goddess” he pleads pitifully leaning over to press sloppy open-mouthed kisses along your shoulders continuing to grind against you.

“Fuck yes” you moan “Cum inside me”

“Fuck thank you Goddess” he whines “cum with me wanna feel you cum on my cock again”

“Shit…… fuck” you hiss as he thrusts into you once twice more before stilling buried to hilt as white-hot ropes of his cum fill you sending you over the edge again.

“Ngh fuck Niamh” he whimpers slumping against you.

Eventually Andrew pulls out of you slumping to the couch beside you before pulling you down to rest against his chest. “God that was……” he trails off his fingers ghosting up and down your spine.

“Good” you sigh nuzzling against his chest.

“Yeah” he murmurs pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

You sit in companiable silence for a while nothing but the sounds of the dogs snoring in the corner of the living room, and the tv filling the room. “God, I don’t know what’s going on in this show anymore” he laughs.

“I fear we’ll have to rewind to figure out what you saw last” you laugh pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.

“Yeah, well I’d willingly rewind this show ten thousand times over if I can have you like that again” he hums brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Mmm ditto” you mutter against his skin.

Reaching his gangly arm out he grabs the remote off the coffee table setting about rewinding the show to were he stopped paying attention. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch he covers both of you in the hand knitted throw blanket before focusing back on the tv his fingers drawing random shapes into your skin.

“Do we have any plans for tomorrow” you hum after a few minutes.

“Nothing that can’t be moved around” he hums kissing your forehead “Why what’s up”

“I want to start the move in process as soon as possible I was ing we go over to my apartment and start packing tomorrow” you murmur resting your chin on his chest so you could look up at him.

“That sounds perfect” he smiles down at you. “I’ll send a message to the lads see if anyone is available to help move stuff from yours to mine”

“God I can’t believe we’re doing this” you giggle “It’s not too soon is it” you ask suddenly worried.

“I mean I don’t think so not for us at least” he murmurs cupping the back of your head “I mean we’ve been best friends for how long now you practically lived here before we started dating anyways this has been your home for as long as it’s been mine it’s just more official now”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” you sigh turning your head to rest it back against his chest.

“These things happen sometimes” he chuckles.

“Don’t think too highly of yourself there Bear this is a once in a blue moon instance” you laugh

“Oi” he gasps swatting at your ass. “Rude”

“You love it” you grin biting at his chest.

“Only because I love you” he gives you a goofy grin wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Fucking Goof” you laugh kissing the same spot you just sunk your teeth into. “I love you too Bear”

The End (for now)

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We surface eventually, and clamber down the back stairs and out into sharp morning light, squinting against the sun. I feel like a vampire. My friends’ faces are gaunt and drawn, eyes still black. They look like they’ve been dead for a week. 

Except Jen, sober Jen, who smiles sleepily and stretches her arms, breath condensing in the cold air. “God, that was mad,” she says. “What time is it?”

“Eight,” I say. Being out in the daylight like this is always weird, with families walking around, people going to work, while we are like creatures who have dug our way out of the earth, lurching toward home amongst the living. My mouth is so dry, and my jaw hurts. I foresee an afternoon spent throwing up, head in the toilet bowl, groaning as Jonas hammers on the door, appealing to my sense of humanity by reminding me there’s only one bathroom in the apartment.   

“Oh, well, I should probably pack my bags and stuff.” Jen says.

I rub my eyes. “Oh, your flight.”

“Oh, Jen,” Dalia says with a big sad face, “I wish you could stay,” they hug, and rock each other side to side. “Please, come back and visit. This was so fun.”

“I swear!” Jen says. “I love you guys. Come see me in Dublin!”

“Don’t make them go there,” I say, to which she laughs. “Actually, yeah. Never mind. I’ll come back here! And for longer!”

“Please!” Elias and Dalia cry in unison, and then we leave, trudging toward the train station. 

She snoozes on my shoulder on the U-Bahn, while Jonas and I, wired, wide awake, stare at our reflections in the window all the way back to Kreutzberg. 

I lie on my bed, eyes on the cracks on the ceiling, while Jen shoves things into her suitcase. She’s cleaned off all her makeup, leaving black smudged wiped crumpled on the surrounding floor. 

“This was so fun,” she’s saying. “I had such a good time. I mean, last night was amazing. Did you see I kissed that girl with the fan?”

“The fan?”

“Yeah, she was carrying this weird, lacy fan. Anyway, she was dead pretty. I wish I’d gotten her number.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I tried, but she didn’t speak English. There was no point.”

“So you didn’t speak before you starting kissing her.”

“No, we didn’t need to. I just met her eyes across the dancefloor and we both knew.”

“Ah, nice.”

The mattress shifts under her weight, and her face slides into my vision, pink cheeked, with eyeliner still smudged in the spaces between her lashes. “You’re coming down.”

“Yep.”

“Poor Judie. Rough day ahead.”

“Honestly, it’ll probably be a few days. A week, even.”

“Oof. Do you do this a lot?”

“Too much, probably.”

“Oh well,” she plonks back down to the rug and continues shoving things into her case. “At least I know you’re having fun over here. I’d be worried you’re suffering.”

“Do you worry about that?”

“Kind of.”

I laugh gently. “No, Jenny. I’m not suffering. Things are good.”

She struggles with the zip, and it rasps lowly against the bulk. “I was worried I wouldn’t like your friends, you know. I’m glad I met them, because they’re amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I wish they were my friends. Jonas is adorable. Elias too, so fun, and Dalia is probably the coolest girl I ever met in my life. I never got to ask her what part of America she comes from.”

“Pittsburgh.”

“I dunno where that is.”

“Nowhere close to where I grew up.”

“You sound different when you talk to her.”

Turning my head is an effort, and the room lurches a little. Later, I’ll probably be so dizzy that standing up feels like getting off the waltzers. “How so?”

“Your accent gets more American. Did you know that?”

“No.”

“Well, it does. I suppose when you’re talking to someone from the states you kind of copy what they’re doing, or something. It’s just funny, because you weren’t like that at home.”

“With dad?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s not like I really talk to him, is it?”

She pauses thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve heard you say ‘okay’ to him a few times.”

“Hm,” I say. “Well, maybe I’ll lose my Irish accent while I’m here.”

“Would you like to?”

I shrug. “Sure.”

I shut my eyes in the hopes it will stave off the wave of dizziness that comes over me. My temples throb gently with the onset of a headache. I half listen as Jen goes on about how great my friends are, Jonas, Elias, Dalia. Perhaps she’s hoping I won’t notice who she has left out, but she is wrong. 

“What did you think of Astrid?” I say, and she pauses, just for a beat, before answering with enormous enthusiasm. 

“Oh, she’s gorgeous. You were right. Even better in person than in the pictures.”

“Yeah.” I roll on my side. “She’s incredible looking, I know, but… like, did you like her?”

“Of course I did.”

“Yeah?”

“She’s so nice.”

I hesitate. Astrid isn’t that nice. At least it’s not a word I would use to describe her ahead of something like intelligent, confident, shrewd. Out of all the traits she has that I admire, I couldn’t say her niceness is something that sticks out. It’s not important to me, and I require it from her. Nice isn’t untrue, exactly, but it's not a real answer.

“Your opinion is really important to me,” I say, and she busies herself in her backpack, double checking for her phone charger and passport. 

“No, I mean it,” she says distractedly. “She seems to care a lot about you, and that’s the main thing, you know what I mean?”

On my elbow now, I look at her, pulling things out of her bag and shoving them back in, and my anxiety rises. I wanted our dinner to go a little better, sure, and they could have hit it off more than they did, but Astrid is Astrid. She’s a tough nut to crack at the first meeting. It takes a while for her to warm up, to get comfortable. She takes some getting used to. 

“I know things were a bit awkward there, when we were talking about school, and she didn’t have anything to say and all that.”

She waves this off. “No, it’s fine. She didn’t have to say anything. I was more worried about whether we were annoying her by talking about it so much.”

“I doubt it.”

“It’s alright, like, she doesn’t need to have the same humour as me.”

I frown. “Well, you and I have the same humour. In fact, we’re so alike that I thought you’d get along with her.”

“We got along.”

“But you weren’t bowled over.”

She sighs, “Jude, don’t make me talk myself into an awkward position.”

“I’m not doing that. I’m just wondering what you thought.”

“Yeah, but it’s like you’re not accepting my answer.”

“You haven’t answered.”

“I have. I said she’s nice.”

“Yeah, but like, ‘nice’ is a non-answer.”

“She’s not what I expected, right? But there’s nothing wrong with that. I just always thought you’d prefer to go out with a girl that laughed at the same things as you, or was silly and goofy, or, I don’t know, less… severe. I’ll meet Astrid again, and I’m sure I’ll be bowled over. We just didn’t have a lot of time to get to know each other. It was only a few hours, and, I dunno, Jonas was there too, and I was talking to him, mostly.”

“I–” I decide to ignore the first part about the girls I supposedly like. “Well, I hope so. I’d be pretty sad if my girlfriend and my best friend didn’t get along.”

“Everyone is friendly here.”

“Right.”

“I can tell you don’t believe me.”

I sigh reluctantly, and fall back onto the bed. My headache makes my brain slosh against the inside of my skull. “Jenny, I do. I believe you,” I say. “And I’m glad you like her. It’d be really fucking shit for me if you didn’t.”

“Well, I do.”

“I’m glad.”

“Good.”

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 19: STORMY WEATHER

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Fluff, Smut

The following day…

There was something about this place, in the middle of nowhere, but yet close enough to the shore to take a stroll on the beach, which impressed you. You could see why Cillian liked it here and you most certainly appreciated him taking you somewhere like this.  It was idyllic and beautiful. The cottage fronted a backdrop of forest with towering pine trees, hundreds of years old, whispering into the wind, with a blanket of old rust pine needles covering the soft mossy earth.

The air felt incredibly clean and the hiss and sting of the millions of leafs being slapped with gentle raindrops falling onto them was rather calming.

The weather was not great. It was raining a lot while, yet, the air was syrupy and surprisingly warm for this time of the year. But, despite the rain and wind, Cillian and you went on several walks throughout the day after he cooked you some breakfast and, every time you left the cottage, you did not even encounter anyone else. It was just you and him and this, in your mind, was perfect.

Unlike James, Cillian was romantic and tender and his tenderness was something you loved about him a lot as no one else had ever shown you this kind of tenderness before.

He made these two days special for you, allowing you to escape from reality and the fact that, back in Dublin, you still had to keep your relationship a secret. Here, on the other hand, there was no need for secretary as the only person you eventually came across in the afternoon was a local ranger who walked the beach with his dog.

You too walked on the beach, hand in hand, while taking in the scenery and, just as you walked barefooted through the cold sand, the occasional brush of Cillian’s lips as he brought your hand to his mouth to kiss, sent shivers down your spine. It was such a simple but yet meaningful gesture and each time you stopped; a smile formed across his lips.

“I haven’t been as happy for a very long time” he told you as you saw his blue eyes looking over at you in awe. He was clearly unbothered by the increase in rain and, for some reason, so where you.

“Me neither” you admitted before bringing your hands up towards Cillian’s face and then running your fingers through his hair.

“In fact, I wish we could just stay here forever and live totally of the grit” you then chuckled while Cillian pulled you into his arms.

“Trust me babe, you will probably get bored of it after a while” he teased before pressing his lips onto yours for a passionate kiss until the heavens opened up.

‘”Fuck, we should probably get back” Cillian told you seeing that this was clearly an incoming storm and, by this point, you both knew that you better made a run for it and get to shelter.

***

After less than fifteen minutes, you arrived back at the cottage and dried yourself off in laughter before putting on some dry and comfortable clothes.

The cottage was still warm as the fire had been crackling for the past two hours. Cillian had stacked it up with some more wood before you left and quickly refilled it again, being the only source of heating.

“This is just perfect” you told him as you watched him in front of the fireplace, filling it with some more wood logs that had been left outside by the owners of the cottage.

“What is?” Cillian asked while turning around, seeing that you had placed a few warm blankets and pillows onto the floor in front of you so that you could sit closer by the fire.

“Everything!” you told Cillian while sitting down on the blankets, wearing no more than a cotton nightie and a cardigan, matched with some warm woollen socks. “Us being together, the cottage, the fire, the rain, the wind…just everything” you then told Cillian who, after giving you a quick kiss, wandered off into the kitchen.

“Well, I am glad that you aren’t too disappointed by the weather” Cillian chuckled while boiling some milk and making you your favourite drink, namely caramel hot chocolate with marshmallows, as suddenly, you heard a loud dash of thunder.

“Actually, I think that the weather itself is quite romantic, wouldn’t you say?” you giggled right after having startled yourself while listening to the storm raging outside.

“Yeah, sure, if you say so” Cillian said teased before he joined you on the blankets and handed you the large cup of caramel cocoa he had prepared for you as well as a small light blue box with the engraving “Tiffany” written atop of it.

“Happy Birthday babe” Cillian then said before kissing you gently and your chin dropped.

“If this is an engagement ring Cill, it’s way too fucking soon” you told him, causing Cillian to laugh.

“Relax! It’s not an engagement ring. Unfortunatly, I am still fucking married as you know” Cillian chuckled before explaining to you that he thought of jewellery as being an appropriate present for his girlfriend.

“You told me a while ago that no one ever gifted you jewellery before and that’s why you chose not to wear any. You said that it wouldn’t mean anything to you if you bought it yourself, so I hope that this will mean something at least” Cillian then said, explaining to you why he chose to gift you something he wouldn’t normally have chosen as a gift after such a short time.  

“Oh my god, you shouldn’t have Cillian! This is expensive and you are doing too much for me already” you told him while you opened the box and saw a beautiful necklace featuring an engraved pendant.

“Do you like it?” Cillian asked as his gesture made your eyes water up and all you could do for a moment was nod.

“I love it. Thank you!” you eventually told him as the lightning and thunder became stronger, and the rain was lashing against the glass of the windows.

“I love you Y/N” Cillian then told you before kissing you again while only one soft light remained to be working now, far across the room, as the others turned off again, for the fifth time that day.

“I love you too” you told Cillian as your lips drifted apart and he decided to check out the fuse box again, which is when you stopped him.

“No!” you told him as you were comfortable in the semi-dark room, sitting with your legs tucked under you, leaning against the pillows, and looking out.

“Leave it. It’s nice like this” you then went on to say while Cillian stopped and watched you for a moment.

“In fact, we should make the most of this very romantic scene, wouldn’t you say?” you then winked and, just as you did, your face was in profile, enthralled at the chaos outside as your simple cotton dress was clinging to your curves. It was mesmerising sight for him.

“We should” Cillian thus confirmed before approaching you again, this time from behind in order to help you with the clasp of your new necklace, which was something you were clearly struggling with as it had been caught up in the wool of your cardigan.

You took the cardigan off while Cillian untangled the neckless from it and then, eventually, you managed to put it on, closing the clasp at the back of your neck all while listening to the symphony of the storm, watching the flashes as they light up the world, inside and out.

Cillian then kissed you from behind. He kissed your neck first and then you turned around, allowing him to kiss your mouth and thus tasting the caramel on your sweet lips as your lips brushed and your tongues met before you indulged in a passionate kiss.

“You are so beautiful Y/N. I cannot get enough of you” Cillian whispered as he began to trace his fingers from your exposed shoulder, down your arm to the tips of your fingers before squeezing your hand and forcing his fingers in between yours.

“That’s good Cill, because I can’t get enough of you either” you told him as you could feel him growing hard against your back, which is also when he let go of your hand.

Cillian then brushed his fingers over your belly as he drew his hand up between your beautiful pert breasts and, of course, by that point, you longed for his touch and began to tingle between your thighs.

“That feels so nice. I love when you touch me” you moaned as, eventually, Cillian grabbed your lower breast beneath your cotton dress and felt your dime-sized nipple harden beneath his palm as he squeezed, before making you turn to the side and taking your other already engorged nipple into his mouth after pushing down the fabric covering it.

“Fuck, you have the most perfect breasts” Cillian told you and you let out a quiet moan in response which was all Cillian needed to continue further.

He took off your dress and his very own clothes all the same time, scattering them across the floor before he rolled you onto your back as you reached for his neck to pull him in for another heated kissing interlude.

His member was fully hardened now and pulsing against your thigh as he held both of your breasts in his hands and kissed between them before giving each of your nipples his full attention.

“Cillian, fuck” you moaned as you began to part your legs and then proceeded to move one of your feet to his now extremely sensitive cock, gently caressing the head and shaft and tickling his balls, while your hardened nipples were being tongued and nibbled.

“I need…” you then began to stammer as you sensed your flower becoming increasingly wet and hungry for attention.

“What do you need?” Cillian asked, seeing that you abandoned your sentence to give way for a low moan.

"I need you inside of me” you whispered in a breathy voice as you pushed Cillian off your belly and onto his back before rolling onto him.

“Not yet. Bring your pussy up here” Cillian told you while pulling you towards him and causing you to spread your legs over his torso. “I want to taste you first” he then said as he was looking up at your beautiful face and bouncy breasts while you tried to shuffle away from him in order to lie down.

“Uh uh, don’t lie down. Sit on my face!” Cillian demanded while holding you tight and you stared into his eyes and obediently began to shimmy up his body as your freshly waxed pussy moved within inches of his face.

“Now that’s fucking perfect” Cillian determined and you bit your lip, looking down at his excited eyes.

“You want me to…” you stammered, intending to question him about what he wanted you to do next which is when, without words, Cillian pulled your hips towards his lips, thereby abruptly positioning your glistening lady flower above his mouth.

He saw you looking down at him briefly, almost shocked, before your gorgeous orchid filled his whole line of sight, shimmering before him.

He then pulled you down towards his awaiting tongue and inhaled your womanhood deeply. Your smooth lips were inches from his nose and, within seconds, he lifted his head to bury your wet pussy fully into his face.

“Oh my fucking god” you gasped as Cillian tasted you and your sweet musk overwhelmed him.

“You taste so fucking good” he groaned as this must have been his favourite thing to do. Pleasuring you like this was intoxicating for him and, as he began to run his tongue up and down the inside of your silky soft labia, you shuddered out moan after moan.

You began to moan a little louder as Cillian' tongue was tracing out the letters of 'I Love You’ around your swelling clit and your legs soon wanted to give way, reminding you again of why you should have laid down instead.

You were ready and close to climax now and eventually moved up and down, grinding against Cillian' face like he was your personal sex toy while Cillian was clearly loving every minute of it, especially the sounds you were making when his tongue made direct contact with your most sensitive bud.

“Cum on my mouth babe. I want to taste you!” Cillian groaned as your juices began to flow more heavily now and you reached back with one hand on Cillian' other thigh while your other hand was pulling up and down on his now pulsating cock.

“Fuck” Cillian groaned against your mound, seeing how flexible all this dancing had made you as you arched your back.

“Oh god, Cillian” you moaned as Cillian continued to go to work on your beautiful pussy and sensitive clit with an incredible view as you leaned back, moving your other hand from his shaft to squeeze your breast before, finally, taking charge and slowly flipping around.

“What are you doing? I wasn’t done yet” Cillian complained cheekily before noticing that you repositioned yourself above his face.

“I know” you then winked before you went face down in to 69 position.

When you leaned forward to engulf him, your hair first tickled Cillian’s thighs and balls while you were giving him an incredible view of your gorgeous heart-shaped buttocks.

You then went down on him with unbridled enthusiasm, kissing his long, thick shaft and silky soft balls before running your tongue around the mushroom-shaped head and taking in his veiny pulsing cock fully to the hilt.

“Jesus Y/N” Cillian groaned as you came up for air and to tease the underside of his shaft with your tongue as his legs began to squirm.

At the same time, Cillian grabbed your hips to move your soaked pussy back to his awaiting mouth which, eventually, sent you over the edge.

With a loud moan around his cock, you came so hard that your juices gushed against Cillian’s lips whereupon he excitedly lapped up your sweet nectar until you could not take it anymore. You were quivering uncontrollably and eventually pulled away from him.

"Stop. I want to cum inside you” Cillian then told you as you wanted to resume sucking on his cock, but he had another idea and made you face him again. “Sit on my cock” he then groaned and you complied by positioning yourself on top of him.

You then began to insert his cock, cowgirl style, while grinding your sopping wet pussy back and forth as Cillian watched his thick head continually disappearing within you.

“Fuck that feels good” you moaned every time he bottomed out against your cervix and whilst it was slightly painful too, you enjoyed every second of it.

Pulling up slightly, you began to fuck him harder, pounding against his balls and rubbing his now extremely swollen head against your sensitive g-spot with every insertion.

“That’s it, babe. I love watching you ride me like this” Cillian groaned as he watched you fuck him, his thick cock going in and expanding your inner pussy lips with every thrust. Your juices were creamy and trickling down his shaft and he was having a difficult time resisting release in this position. It clearly was his weakness, you on top of him right after having eaten you out for almost half an hour. So, he lifted you up, pulled out of you quickly and then came around to face you before pushing you onto your back.

“Are you still not satisfied?” you moaned as Cillian opened your legs widely and pushed them both back to render your fully exposed.

“No. You just taste too fucking good” Cillian told you as he bends down and tastes your sex, licking you hard from side to side and pulling your silky hood back and then flicking against it with his tongue, rapidly and lightly.

Within five minutes though, Cillian could tell that you needed him inside again so he crawled up in between your spread open legs to penetrate you.

But, before he did, he placed a pillow beneath your buttocks and even though you were usure as to why he did this, you did not dare to question him as his eyes were filled with pure lust and hunger for you.

“Oh fuck! That’s deep!” you then moaned as he pushed his cock into you again and, this time, he bottomed out in one swift thrust, hitting your cervix and g-spot all at the same time.

“Too deep?” Cillian asked as he could feel it too and, when you shook your head and told him that it felt good, he began to thrust.

“Oh god yes” you moaned as you felt how hard and warm he was and Cillian couldn't believe how good it felt to hit your deepest inner point over and over again.

“I feel like I can feel you all the way in my stomach” you gasped as Cillian moved in and out of you consistently and with force, sliding his full length in and out, hitting your cervix and rubbing against your g-spot each time. If you were more aware of things, you would have been amazed by how steady and rhythmic he was that night, with his thrusts. In and out, in and out, deeper and deeper, pressing your crotches together, burying his stiff cock inside of your warm hole.

"Oh, god, Cillian!" you called out again as his strokes intensified. Your moans and groans grew louder as did his grunts.

As the minutes passed, your pace increased rapidly and both of your bodies were rolling and undulating in a languid rhythm. You probed each other's mouths eagerly as you could barely hold onto him, your hands desperately clutching at his sweat-slicked back.

Cillian’s solid body worked every muscle and sinew to drive the most pleasure from the moment and his hand gripped your outer thigh as your legs clamped to the side of his body.

Cillian then rolled up onto his knees and you grabbed the blanket beneath you hard and arched your back as he took hold of your hips and pulled you on to his cock over and over again.

“Fuck, this feels so good” Cillian groaned as the moist slapping of your bodies coming together was alternating and mixing with your gasps and heavy breaths.

"Yes. Fuck me harder Cillian. Fuck me as hard as you can” you then moaned as Cillian stole an appreciative look at his cock sliding into your swollen pussy before picking up the pace.

He rocked you harder and faster, his cock swelling painfully. Your ample, round breasts shuddered in circles with every stroke.

"Cillian!” you called out through the roughness in your throat and when you did manage to focus your eyes upon him, you were greeted with the image of a handsome, over-heated man, leaning over you and pouring his lust into you.

“I am so close” you eventually announced as it was sweltering hot in the room now.

“So am I babe. I can’t wait to fill you with my cum” Cillian groaned as he dug his fingers deep into your hips now. His thrusts grew even faster, harder, more erratic. He pulled and pushed at you roughly and you continued to hold his hair tightly.

“Cum inside me. Oh god yes” you moaned as your back strained to an impossibly high arch, Your head was rolling back over the pillow and you grit your teeth, parting them only to call out towards the ceiling.

"Cillian!” your voice was raw but still the sounds of your groans continued to grow louder.

Slapping flesh, strained moans and cries and the sounds of your lustful coupling were enough to wake the forest beyond the walls of the cottage. He leaned back on one hand, his other supporting your arching back and thrust upward, raising your butt high off the ground, hitting your cervix hard again this time and, eventually, you screamed.

Your body quaked and you felt Cillian fill you with his throbbing, swollen cock as, together, you climaxed. You were focused solely on Cillian now as he poured himself into you, arching and bucking and, just as he filled you with his cum, you felt an electric rush cursing through your body. Your fingers wrenched at his hair, your toes curled and your body tensed so hard, you thought you would explode.

Your bright eyes, rounded wide open along with your mouth and you cried out again.

You came hard a fast and Cillian could feel the sweet warmth and silkiness of your juices surrounding his cock. He grasped at your slick, soft hips pumping as long as he could. He grit his teeth and then raised his head as he filled you with yet another spurt of his seed. It seemed to burn and stream relentlessly as his throbbing cock unloaded everything it had built up.

Eventually though, your bodies started to relax. Almost painfully, both of your fingers eased their grasps. Cillian slumped on his knees and you lowered yourself down from the strained crescent you had shaped your body into. You felt him slide out of you and, just as he did, Cillian ran his hands through his damp hair, sucking in oxygen, feeling the strain on his ab muscles.

“This was incredible” you acknowledged as, after momentarily regaining your breaths, you looked at each other.

“It was. Fuck” Cillian cursed as he managed to smile first. His head was clearing and delirious thoughts were replaced by a feeling of overwhelming satisfaction while you relaxed against the pillows and pulled him down to join you.

“This is the best weekend ever and it isn’t even my birthday yet” you told him before Cillian cleared his throat said “No, not until Tuesday, but you may as well enjoy another few days of being twenty something” he joked, seeing that he still believed that you were going to turn thirty and, of course, when he said those words, your guilt crept back into your mind and you passed a few minutes in silence. You knew that you had to tell him but you did not want to ruin this moment, which is why you decided to put it off, again…

[ashbashsquashmabosh]

Went to the Boygenius show in Dublin yesterday and I'm trying to combat post concert amnesia by documenting everything before I forget it. So here's a bunch of the best bits

Openers

Phoebe just casually walking on stage in a hoodie to announce ye vagabonds and tell everyone to shut up while they're on

Muna have amazing stage presence like I already knew that but woooww

God bless whoever was in charge of the camera for all the beautiful shots of Jo I was struggling to breathe honestly

Katie's jacket was so low cut and tight

Naomis mic was ON

Katie crying during kind of girl

Phoebe silk chiffon verse, her voice was lighter and airier than I expected, everyone else came on for the 2nd chorus

No one in the crowd seemed to know Muna very well I heard them talking about "the bassist" and "the one with curly hair"

The energy was so good they are amazing performers

Katie being an "annoying American with Irish grandparents and a celtic tattoo" in her own words

Saw Catherine Clinch from An Cailin Ciun in the gold circle

Boygenius

Lucy resting her head on Phoebe's during without me without you ahhh so cute

Slippy floor on Phoebe's side of the stage, Julien checked it, Phoebe cleaning her hands with "purell' that's just funny to me cause it's so American

Julien telling the story of getting a minor chemical burn from just picking random things up in chemistry class, Lucy teasing her that she was the reason for eyewash in labs, Julien joking that she'd found her career.

Phoebe in her suit pacing around with her hands on her hips looking very Father

Everyone wore their suits, Julien took off the jacket halfway through and rolled up her sleeves it was awesome

Sound quality not amazing I would have loved to hear more of their harmonies, the balance of vocals to music was a little off in my opinion

The boys had to stop multiple times for people to be taken out, they passed around water

Julien sang the "best song love song you've ever heard", and "familiar characters" in Anticurse and I could not believeeee it

Lucy getting the words of bite the hand mixed up singing I can't see you in the first line instead of I can hear you and giggling about it

The band absolutely slapped, the trumpet was so good

Phoebe asking for the pics of everyones dogs before me and my dog

Julien giggling and screaming about the cute dogs

Julien playing the piano was amazing so beautiful omgggggg

Everyone being so respectful when phoebe asked for no phones, phoebe just sinking back into the crowd at the end of the song

The boys coming back on super fast for the encore and phoebe saying "we just go back there, get some water and high five, that's it"

Everyone saying they loved each other and Julien "dangling my feet off the edge of a tangent" but stopping herself because there was only one song left. What did she want to say????!!! I want to knowww

Lucy going down to the audience during salt In the wound to kiss the crowds hands

I underestimated how hard the songs would hit I was teary eyed for a good portion of the concert

Julien absolutely slayes the " gnashing my teeeeeeth like a child of Cain" part in Salt in the wound

Katie coming on for salt in the wound in a hoodie

Couldn't keep track of who kissed who all of the boys kissed each other I think

Phoobies

Everyone was on the ground in a pile kicking their legs in the air and then Julien got up again for some last minute zoomies to finish out the guitar

Katie trying to quietly leave the stage and Phoebe motioning for her to come back and take the last bow with them

Lucy and Julien hugging, piggybacking off the stage

Overall amazing show would 1000% go again, because I love Muna and boygenius so much I basically got 2 in 1 so def my favourite concert thus far

[wolfavens]

ghost car of barna road

track 3 - liberty belle 1/2

my manager greeted me in irish.

i blinked at the screen in mute panic. i couldn’t remember how to reply. words and languages collided in my brain. it was a car crash, baby, and in the end all that came out of my mouth was a prolonged aaah with no end in sight. a perfect visual representation would be a multilanguage tsunami, pouring out of my ears and pooling around my slippers on the dusty rug of my childhood bedroom.

i used to write those words down into a black notebook, watching you mock me from that dusty rug. you and your smug gaeltacht born grin. who would’ve thought i will forget them all by the time i’m 30.

“how did the move go?”

move. to galway. my hometown. i found my voice again and rushed out: “oh yeah! the move went okay. got here late last night. drive was smooth. not many cars around after midnight.”

“hehe, don’t get used to it. it’s a totally different story after 8am.”

we chatted for a while, arranging to meet in dublin next month when i was all settled in. won’t take long. all i needed was to get a flat, a car - did i need help with the flat? there are probably relocation programmes for employees available. no. i think i got it. did i tho?

we finished the call twenty minutes later. the fact i managed to scrape by enough words to at least tell him goodbye in irish seemed to cheer him up a bit.

i finished up some minor work tasks, sipping at the remainder of my mother’s disgusting herbal tea and took a short break to open the dusty unused storage areas of my childhood bedroom. i needed to clean up the old junk before moving in the new junk. i had to give one thing to my mother; she did an excellent job of preserving this place. if ever i managed to do something worthwhile with my life she could start charging fucking entry for this museum of fiadh kavanagh.

shaking my head i started pulling out old clothes and creating a pile on the floor. if she believed i still fit into these jeans i should be worried about early onset neurodegenerative diseases.

i was done with the columns and moving on to the hangers by the time she stuck her head in and quirked her dark eyebrows at me. “need any help?”

“mom, why the fuck did you keep all this?” i asked, showcasing fist-full of short gothic dresses. “aren’t you worried about clothes moths?”

ignoring my point she sat down on the bed, smiling. “oh, i though you might still like to keep some of it. it’s not like we need extra storage.”

“mom, look at me!” i threw another armful onto the pile, lifting my arms to indicate my age ravaged body. “how could i possibly fit into size four?! some of these are from the children’s section!”

“you look like a string, you could easily fit. it’s the cigarettes. they are not good for ya.”

i rolled my eyes. “i’m not even fucki…”

the feel of a familiar soft fabric beneath my fingertips made me stop midsentence. i pulled it out into the light with shaking fingers, heart racing against my ribcage. it looked huge in my palms. the faded graphics were barely visible in the shadowy light of my room. if you tried hard enough you could just barely make out the name of the band. distantly i heard my mom echo my name but i was stuck in the past, standing in the cold autumn rain by the open driver’s side window of your car.

“ooooh, i remember this one,” my mother said with a nostalgic smile.

i made a small sound at the back of my throat.

“it’s the donovan boy’s, isn’t it? i remember teasing him about it. i told him: young man, this is not a free laundry i run here! you know what he said to me?”

i nodded, whispering, “it’s not my fault yer daughter is a stinkin’ thief.”

she laughed. “little bastard. he was the worst influence on you. funny how he turned out. would never expect a son of deirdre donovan to make something of himself. i guess we owe it all to the wife. she…”

my body snapped back to action. i was moving away before she could say her name. putting the sweater on the bed next to her, i brushed my hands against my sweatpants and mumbled: “right, look we need to get rid of all this before i can unpack. do you know someone with skinny teenage children? ideally with a questionable fashion sense?”

“we can drive to the clothes recycling point.”

“grand! let’s do that after work.” i told her, kicking my way through the discarted clothes toward the closet and dumping whatever was left on top of the rest. “i need to get back to work now. i have a meeting in 20.”

“oh, ok. sorry.” she chuckled, standing up. “i will bring some bags to put all of this in.” she reached for the sweater on her way out and i jumped in to block her path on impulse.

“uh… where are you taking that?”

she blinked up at me, brown eyes surprised. “downstairs. i figured i could return it to the rightful owner rather than donate it to charity. although,” she giggled, pulling it apart for scale, “i doubt it will still fit him.”

she was gone before i could open my mouth, taking the sweater with her. my clenched fists unclenched with effort as i pushed the door closed and leaned my back against it. i was breathing too hard. the way you handed me that sweater through the driver’s side window on that rainy, a blast from the past; a ghostly memory. just enough to make me shudder.

[kadavernagh]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Apple Store! PARTIES: Regan and Van SUMMARY: After Regan and Van catch up (thread coming soon), the two of them head to the Apple Store to get Regan set up with a new phone. Van has ulterior motives.

“All iPhones are rectangle,” Van assured Regan with a smile.

Regan would give it to the Apple Store – they knew how to create a clean, almost sterile-looking environment. The floors shined. The walls were bare like the back of a tombstone. If only they got rid of all of the computers.

Van seemed to know what she was doing. So, uncertain, Regan followed Van up to the counter. As nice as this store was, she didn’t like the idea of an iPhone, but her Blackberry repair man was not responding to her messages, and she didn’t know of any other Blackberry specialists on the east coast. Ironically, there was one in Dublin that popped up in her searches. She panicked and snapped the laptop shut when she saw it. So Regan was willing to give this a try.  

And it was good practice. Because Regan forgot how to be anything other than a failure, so she was attempting to be something else now. Not a failure, not perfect, something in between, like a human. “Hello,” Regan greeted the boy at the register – little more than a pimply teenager. His nametag said John Pubik. Loathing filled her immediately and she wasn’t sure why. “I am looking for a phone. It must be durable, able to withstand a sc– humans. Obviously. Me. I am the human.” Her stomach burned red. She needed to take some of the heat off her. So she pointed at Van like she had previously been invisible. “This one, too. She is also a human. The phone is for me, though. Not the human. I mean, the other human.” Regan shook her head. “Forget the humans.” She never could. “Durable. Do you have that? And I would prefer a rectangular one.”

———

Van’s end goal when Regan had asked her for help in finding a new phone had been to install all of her favorite games onto it, that way she could pester the white haired woman into giving her hearts and recharges. Obviously the whole not using a blackberry thing was optimal, too. Who even used those anymore? Though, she had to guess that with an iPhone, Regan’s use of emojis would double— no, triple. Then again, that wasn’t her issue. Her issue was… getting Regan a new phone and installing Tsum Tsum and Candy Crush. Maybe even Honkai Star Rail. She looked at Regan out of the corner of her eye, deciding against the latter. Regan would take one look at Pom Pom and think about what it’d be like to see his bones, probably. 

She stood next to Regan quietly as John Pubik walked up to them. She remembered that last name. He had gone to high school with her, a couple of grades ahead. She was almost positive that his sister, Lorelai Pubik was now some like, mommy blogger or something. Yeah, that sounded right. Though, as Regan began to speak, discussions of being human ensnaring them, Van cleared her throat. She was human, but Regan was not. And Van was like, totally cool about that! Her best friend was a bear, and people she went to school with were turning into werewolves. Hell, John Pubik was probably a siren or something. Probably. She looked at him, looked at his reflection in a neighboring mirror. Okay, not a siren. 

“All iPhones are rectangle,” Van assured Regan with a smile. She pointed to the latest iPhone, “it’s going to need a lot of storage. She likes… storage.” Never mind it was for the games she would be downloading. “Needs all of the emojis. You can do that, right?” Van could just go and pick out the phone that Regan needed easily, but she seemed dead set on wasting this guy’s time. John Pubik looked between them, heaved a sigh, and motioned for them to both follow to the latest iPhone release. 

“The green one is nice, right? But they have just like, basic silver. You look like a basic silver person.” Van picked up the phone, the cord keeping it from being stolen, snapping it back into place. She withdrew her hand and rubbed her thumb from where it had pinched the skin. 

“All we got are rectangles, miss. Unless you want an Apple Watch. That’s a square.” 

God forbid Regan learn about apple watches. “We’re just looking for a phone.” She imagined Regan would ask, how do you even fit an apple into a watch? That’s absurd! Or maybe Ireland had changed her. Who knew. 

———

All phones were rectangles? An itch of embarrassment prickled at Regan’s skin as she followed Pubik and Van over to a display with some phones, which in her opinion cluttered up the space. She left these phone-related annoyances up to digital forensics. She did know about storage, though. And not just the kind that housed cadavers and files. “Yes, storage is important. It must fit the internet on it – a browser, are you familiar? – and many photos, as I never delete anything. You shouldn’t either. It will aid the death investigators when you die.” John stared, his mouth somewhere between a gape and a frown. 

A quick snap grabbed Regan’s attention. She gave Van a sideways look, but then studied the colors of the phones by her hands (and the color of her hand, which was slightly red). “Did the phone hurt you? Did he arrange for this?” Her lungs readied themselves. But she pieced together what happened when she saw the coiled cable. Regan reminded herself to focus, because she didn’t like John. She kept catching the intention to betray deep in his eyes. The reason was unclear.

Regan looked back and forth between the two phones again. The green was closer to the color of her (ex-)wings than it was a tempting shade of jade. So… “silver,” she confirmed, pleased with Van’s assessment. The child knew what she was doing. “You are good at this. You should work here.” Regan did not look at John. He shouldn’t work there.

Pubik eventually seemed to shake himself free of some shock. He was pale. Regan debated offering to get some water. John Pubik was fine, though. Regan didn’t know his lineage but she suspected the Pubiks were always fine, even if it was at the expense of others. She blinked at the thought. Where did that come from? Also, why did she even need emojis? She was not some child, who needed the aid of images to convey messages. 

Durable like bone, as it turned out, Pubik pressed on. “Right-o. A new, silver phone with storage and emojis. We can sure do that, ayup. All the models have emojis. Any of our phones, and any from the last dec–” He looked in Van’s direction and stopped talking. Weird. He cleared his throat and pivoted. “Yup. They’ll even update with the new ones every year, like the shaking heads in 17.4. Crazy it took them so long to make those ones, eh?” John seemed to be making an effort to inject some normalcy into the conversation. Regan only grew more confused. And harbored emoji opinions that had only needed a poke to be expressed. “Do you not control the emojis? Release more, faster. Add a liver. Animate them. Why do they not move?”

Pubik looked in Van’s direction again. He was sweating heavily. Again, Regan wondered about water. “Tell me if you feel faint,” she instructed him, which was a completely normal, human thing to say to a fellow human (even one who she suspected was disloyal). Regan stretched the iPhone closer to her face and flicked a finger against the glass screen, which seemed so fragile. It didn’t bode well. “I will purchase this. How many of these do I get per week? What are my options for plans? Emoji and otherwise.” Thank rot she had Van here to guide her.

———

Van wasn’t sure why Regan was explaining browsers to the phone sales guy, but that didn’t matter. He looked a little confused, but Van made no move to explain Regan’s… thought process (that was probably a good term!), because it would only send them in tight little circles, and Van wasn’t totally sure she wanted to go down that road. It would take a lot more energy to explain what she meant than it would to just let her say the things she wanted to say. It was probably better off that way, anyway. “You’re going to need like, a lot of storage.” How long did banshees live for? Awhile, right? Then again, Regan would be collecting new phones by the time she was gone, right? Van would be like, seventy, and Regan would be… how old was Regan now? Van’s mind wandered as she watched the salesman flounder beneath the array of questions Regan had. 

At her question, she shook her head. “I mean, no? I don’t— no?” She let out a short laugh, shooting the salesman, John Pubik, an apologetic glance. She didn’t need to apologize for Regan and she knew that, but it felt like she should. She was a little odd, and she could be off-putting. The only reason Van hadn’t found her as such was maybe because she liked her a bit like someone liked the shoes they couldn’t ever throw out. That was a great comparison, Van thought. 

“I don’t really want to work here.” She already dealt with tons of annoying people at Sly Slice. She could only imagine how annoying the people would be with technology. But this wasn’t about Regan, no way. Van thought Regan’s requests were… very like her. They were understandable! “I’m sure it’s like, a super cool place to work at though.” She looked at the array of phones on the desk after putting the one she had picked up back down. She was in the market for a new phone, too. The one she had bought off of Craigslist after breaking the one Erin had given her had a cracked screen and it was hard to tell exactly how much damage she was doing during boss fights in HSR. 

John Pubik went on to relay back exactly what Regan was looking for, but she was almost certain he was going to screw it all up, because she gave him a stern shake of her head as he began to veer into dangerous territory. God forbid Regan want a phone from every decade. That would be something she’d want, especially to test out what was optimal. Van couldn’t let that happen. She needed the most recent one, or maybe the one before that, but nothing in the past ten years. Absolutely not. 

“Nobody controls the emojis. I don’t think he has the power to do that.” She shot him a glance before she picked up another phone while Regan examined the one that fit her needs. “And you can get stickers that move. From the App Store. I’ll show you how.” She should be the one to set up Regan’s phone, probably. If this guy did it, he would do it wrong, and then it would be her problem later anyway. 

“Get per week? You want multiple phones?” John Pubik tilted his head to the side, clearly confused by Regan’s question. 

Again, Van interjected, “you can get an otterbox— no, it doesn’t have like, otters or otter things inside of it.” It would be something that she asked, and she just knew it. “It’s a case. For your phone. They’re the best. I had one on my old phone before it got stolen. They’re like, super expensive. You make doctor money, so it will be fine.” She smiled at John Pubik, then turned her attention back to Regan. “You only need one phone. One phone. One otter box. A screen protector. That’s what we’re here for. I’ll download you moving stickers.” And other things, but Regan didn’t need to know about those yet.

———

“I don’t care about stickers. Those are for children. I care about watching a liver because I cannot do that through other means.” Maybe Regan should have given the simulation baby stickers instead of that knife, though. Van, once more, seemed to know what she was doing, and Regan was grateful to have her right now. Maybe she could talk some sense into Pubik. How was this confusing? 

“Yes, multiple phones. Sometimes multiple per day. Your phones are poorly-constructed and the glass is thinner than the maggot-chewed epidermis of a four day old cadaver. You should be ashamed. So I need more than one.” He only looked more confused than before. This man was testing her. Regan continued, “You see, I used to be a loyal customer of the Blackberry phones. They are sturdy. The femurs of phones. But now they’re gone, and my choices are between an iPhone and Google, which I do not trust. They have a browser, by the way. Are you aware? Anyway, I–” 

She was cut off by Van mentioning a box of otters. “What stage of decomp–” Cut off again. It was just a phone case. Didn’t Van understand why she needed so many phones? It had nothing to do with the consistency of the edges, and everything to do with how breakable the screens were. Regan frowned down at the models. They would disappoint her within a day. Unless Van knew something she did not… and she did seem to be full of knowledge on the subject matter. Regan decided she would allow Van to make this call. “Fine. One phone, and the otter, and the livers.”

Regan had never seen a more obvious expression of relief than the one on Pubik’s face. He was the Google of humans. Untrustworthy. Pretended to know everything, but was likely full of inaccuracies and misdirections. He slipped away to get the phone Regan was apparently purchasing, and she looked at Van, raising an eyebrow. “He is confusing, hm?”

When Pubik returned, it was behind the counter, and that, too, seemed to spill relief over his face. Regan exchanged another odd look with Van. How was she supposed to get better at not being a banshee when she was meeting such suboptimal humans? 

“Your phone, miss. And I grabbed one of the Otterboxes from the back, free of charge. Do you need anything else? Like um, umm, there’s another store over there.” He pointed to the door. She realized he had grey pits on his white shirt. “Plenty of different Apple Stores! There’s another one over in Portland! And Augusta!” His eyes teared up. His grin did not reach them. His pimples were red. Everything about him said don’t come back. Regan measured him with no expression, staring, and the pimples grew redder. If Van said to do this… she handed over her credit card, though she hadn’t actually checked if her bank account had been emptied since coming back. It didn’t matter. 

As Pubik rang up the new phone, all Regan could think about (other than the sense of imminent betrayal she felt in her marrow) was that Pubik hadn’t wanted to work here. Regan couldn’t fathom why. Also, how did he know where he wanted and didn’t want to work? How did anyone know? She thought of medical school, the morgue, how everything just clicked in a way that fulfilled her and helped others, but… but what if it had all been because of what she was? What if she never actually wanted it, because she had been taught not to want? She couldn’t go back yet. She needed to try other things. This Regan was a free-thinker. An idea began to stir in her skull. And never quite finished stirring before she spoke it aloud.

She accepted the bag with her new phone and stuck the receipt in it, but did not walk away, even though Van seemed like she needed to. Regan looked straight at Pubik. “Hire me.”

[shit-talk-turner]

I just read somewhere else how Miles and Louise haven’t been photographed together and that’s an indication he hates her….but can we talk about how there haven’t been many photos of MK and Alex the last 6 years?

Was talking to a Milex fan and they said “well Alex is private and won’t take photos” but I don’t buy that considering he never protested it in the presence with Miles before. My biggest red flag was Zack’s wedding. No photos, not even a candid one? Miles was on the dance floor with Louise even and not Alex. Was MK at Taylor’s wedding ? (Genuinely asking because that would make their distance even weirder when Louise wasn’t there)

Dublin was the shocking one for me. I was there for the all the Ireland shows at the end of The Car tour. There were a few embarrassing Milex fans with signs that had “do you bum” and “tlsp3” and Milex directed slogans. By the end of the shows they were on their phones looking disappointed. All the sudden Miles was acting all professional like he never knew the band personally. There was no personal chemistry. No backstage photos. No stage interactions. No candid fan photos. He joined them on tour and hardly had any chemistry on stage with Alex. Louise wasn’t on stage, what’s the excuse?

I’m not trying to start anything here or be hateful but there has been a huge gap and distance between the guys for a while and I don’t think Louise is the Yoko who put a wedge between them, I think Alex distanced himself from Miles and I can not ignore the fact that Taylor mentioned substance abuse around the TLSP days. It’s obvious the three of them overstepped some line with over indulging and Alex moved on before they did.

can we talk about how hard Miles was trying over covid too? He was over-creating every other day making music online. None of it would stick but I assumed he just liked music and not the fame so I admired his perseverance. Miles went through a transformation over the lockdowns and started getting more professional on his own but didn’t spare a chance to mention or hint at TLSP3. And I know this will get me booted here but I felt like his was over reaching to get to Alex or show Alex he’s also serious. There was a bit of a “look at me” pick me vibe.

it started with the tranquility album. Alex was growing apart. He dodged the Miles subject with Annie in 2018. He pretended like he couldn’t remember being a mess on stage and just ignored it. In the most recent fan encounter when asked about Alex, Miles looked done with the question too.

I’ve been in the fan base since 2012 and I, like many of the older fans have noticed a really obvious change since 2020. New fans discovered the band in the later years, 2019-currently. I’ve been to 7 TLSP shows during the EYCTE tour and can confirm Alex a new person by 2018. He washed himself clean of that entire “flamboyant” image. I get that fans missed out on TLSP but I don’t see any of the Milex traits still present in the guys. If anything I think Alex is embarrassed by it and moved on from it and it caused an issue with Miles. And I know a lot of people love Miles but facts are facts, he who would drop his many lustre lacking albums (which weren’t hits outside the Miles Kane fans) for another TLSP tour. His music is simply not globally popular or relevant. If anything, I feel bad for him because he only has TLSP fans who are waiting for Alex. I live in Manchester and he’s VERY WELL liked as a person in the UK outside the Alex and Miles fan club but for his personality, not his music. We already have a Liam, we don’t need a similar sounding oasis hopeful.

There are many factors with the cold front between Louise and Miles and I don’t think it’s a hateful reason.

There’s a lot here, anon. We love the long and thoughtful posts. Ultimately, is what you are saying that you think Miles and Louise aren’t spotted together simply because Miles and Alex aren’t tight anymore? Maybe. We do think it’s plausible that Miles and Alex are just the kind of tight where they don’t need to show it in public…I always think of my own relationship with my bestie of almost 20 years, could not tell you the last time we were in public together - fr might have been her 2019 wedding - but that’s because we just drop by each other’s homes and sit around shooting the shit, you know?

but it’s fair points.

Miles was not at Tyler’s wedding - it seems that it was very small, like sub-50 people.

[silkeared]

@macabr3s      /       THE OLD HAUNT   ,     with     hera .

it  was  a  miracle  —   calahan  was  on  the  other  side  of  the  bar  that  evening!  although  he  owned  the  old  haunt  —  and  should  have  been  spending  most  of  his  time  in  the  back  rooms,  balancing  the  books  or  overseeing  from  a  distance  —  he  could  be  more  commonly  found  cleaning  beer  marks  off  of  the  bar  top,  polishing  glasses,  pouring  pints  if  the  staffing  levels  were  low.  nobody  could  claim  that  the  vampire  hadn’t  earned  his  money  as  it  pooled  out  of  his  pockets.  hera  and  calahan’s  meetings  were  stuck  solidly  in  his  calendar ;   a  gossip  over  some  wine,  whatever  the  newest  addition  to  the  pour  house  menu happened to be,  when  the  lights  were  low  and  the  other  miscreants  had  been  kicked  out  by  his  resident  pet  banshee.  in  the  eyes  of  his  own  boyfriend,  the  vampire  was  ancient.  when  sitting  across  from  hera,  he  was  nothing  but  a  young  boy  that  had  once  played  with  his  toy  soldiers  on  the  front  lawn  and  made  explosion  noises  with  his  cheeks  puffed.  “i’m  not  kidding  you,”  a  voice  brighter  than  usual,  lifted  by  the  dublin  accent  that  clung  in  spite  of  his  time  away,  “he  started  turning  into  a  wolf.  right  there  in  the  middle  of  the  bar.  i  said  to  him  —  i  said,  ‘you  best  not  make  a  mess  out  of  my  solid  wood  floor’.”

[ammg-old2]

The west coast of Ireland is famed for its wave-beaten shores and bare, stony mountains, where only a few stunted trees grow in hollows and valleys, bent by harsh storms blowing in from the North Atlantic.

The coastline, with its cold, clean winds and ever-changing skies, gives an impression of unspoiled, primal nature. In 2014, the Irish government designated a 1,550-mile tourist route along the coast, and called it “The Wild Atlantic Way.”

Yet, where generations of painters, poets and visitors have rhapsodized about the sublimity of nature and the scenic Irish countryside, ecologists see a man-made desert of grass, heather and ferns, cleared of most native species by close-grazing sheep that often pull grasses out by the roots.

As climate change threatens even more ecological disruption, a growing Irish “rewilding” movement is calling for the restoration of the native forests that once covered these lands, both as natural machines to capture atmospheric carbon, and to preserve and extend what remains of Ireland’s dwindling biodiversity.

Rewilding, the practice of bringing ravaged landscapes back to their original states, is well established in Britain, where numerous projects are underway. For Ireland, this would mean the re-creation of temperate forests of oak, birch, hazel and yew that once covered 80 percent of the land but now — after centuries of timber extraction, overgrazing and intensive farming — have been reduced to only 1 percent.

For some, rewilding began with a personal choice.

In 2009, Eoghan Daltún, a sculpture restorer, sold his house in Dublin to buy 33 acres of gnarled oaks and rugged hillside on the Beara Peninsula in County Cork, in the far southwest. Where local farmers had once raised a few cattle and sheep, he erected a fence to keep out feral goats and sika deer, two nonnative, invasive species that nibble undergrowth and saplings down to the roots, and kill older trees by gnawing away their bark.

One day in late spring, with the wind driving rain off the foaming ocean, he proudly showed off the results. Wood sorrel, dog violet and celandine were already in flower beneath the twisted branches of mature oak and birch, thickly draped in mosses, ferns and epiphytic plants. New shoots of oak, hawthorn and ash pushed up through the grass and dead ferns.

“The sheep and deer would eat those little saplings before they even started on the grass, so when the old trees eventually died, there’d be no new ones to replace them,” said Mr. Daltún, who wrote about his experiment in “An Irish Atlantic Rainforest,” a memoir. “But the native forest is returning here, all by itself. I don’t have to plant anything.”

Ireland has committed to increasing the total proportion of forested areas to 18 percent by 2050, from 11 percent currently. Yet this would still be well below the European Union average of 38 percent, and most of it would consist of commercial spruce and pine plantations that make up more than 90 percent of Ireland’s current woodlands.

Grown to be harvested within 30 to 40 years, these nonnative conifers are treated with chemicals that pollute groundwater and rivers. Ecologists say little can grow on a forest floor carpeted with dead needles and a desert for insects and native wildlife. And much of the carbon they store is released again when they are harvested.

It would be better for biodiversity and carbon sequestration to pay farmers and landowners to grow native trees and leave them unharvested, according to Padraic Fogarty, the campaign officer for the Irish Wildlife Trust. He cited the example of Costa Rica, which has reversed the Central American trend of deforestation by paying farmers to preserve and extend the rainforest.

Ray Ó Foghlú of Hometree, another rewilding organization, believes farmers could be paid not to plow or graze strips land that border remaining pockets of native woodland — often only a few trees and bushes — that cling to inaccessible hillsides or in the awkward corners of fields. Biologically rich, these microforests would, if left to themselves, quickly recolonize neighboring areas, Mr. Ó Foghlú believes. He himself recently bought nine acres of “scrubland” — home to sessile oaks (Ireland’s national tree), hazels, wood sorrel, blue bells and anemones.

“I pinch myself still that I own it,” he said. “It has a river running through it, and I can’t believe it’s mine, for the price of a second hand car these days.”

Irish rewilding enthusiasts look enviously at the highlands of Scotland, ecologically very similar to the west of Ireland, but where the concentration of ownership in the hands of a few hundred aristocrats and magnates allows rewilding at much greater scale.

Ecologically minded figures like the Danish billionaire Anders Holch Povlsen, Scotland’s largest private landowner, with 220,000 acres, can clear deer and livestock from tens of thousands of acres, allowing native growth to quickly regenerate. Eradicated native species, notably the European beaver, have also been reintroduced to Scotland to restore ecological balance.

In Ireland, where the average farm size is 83 acres, such large-scale rewilding would seem to be unfeasible. The big exception, so far, has been in the unlikely setting of County Meath, in the flat, highly fertile and intensively farmed east of the island, and in the unlikely person of Randal Plunkett, a New York-born filmmaker, vegan and death metal enthusiast.

Since Mr. Plunkett — better known, to some, as the 21st Baron of Dunsany — inherited his 1,700 acre ancestral estate in 2011, he has cleared it of livestock and left one-third to revert to unmanaged forest, complete with a wild herd of native red deer.

“Biodiversity is expanding dramatically,” said Mr. Plunkett, 30, standing in thick woodlands humming with bees and other busy insects. “At least one species has returned every year since we started. Pine martens. Red kites. Corncrakes. Peregrine falcons. Kestrels. Stoats. Woodpeckers. Otter. We think there’s salmon in the river again, for the first time in my life.”

One of his forebears, Sir Horace Plunkett, pioneered modern, industrial farming in Ireland early last century, encouraging small farmers to set up cooperatives and to mechanize their operations and use fertilizers and chemicals. Today, Randal Plunkett says, not everyone in this rich farming area is happy about his decision to abandon intensive agriculture, or to ban all hunting on the estate.

“It’s safe to say I’m not popular with the hunting crowd,” he said. “I’ve had death threats.”

Rewilding has its opponents. Ireland’s influential agribusiness lobbies are economically and culturally suspicious of suggestions that farmland should be allowed to revert to what they traditionally derided as “scrub.” People will always need food, they point out. In more marginal areas in the uplands and west, farmers argue recent regulations have reduced the numbers of sheep they can graze per acre, and that removing them altogether would harm existing biodiversity.

“If you leave an area ungrazed and unmanaged, you leave an area that’s at risk of being burned,” said Vincent Doddy, the president of the Irish Natura and Hill Farmers Association. “I think cattle and sheep are the most cost effective way of managing the land.”

Even on poor soil and small farms, where livestock production is sustainable only through government grants and second jobs, the title of farmer is still prized beyond its cash value.

“You’d have some of them who’d say, ‘Sheep are a part of my family tradition, and my identity, and it’s what I want to do,’” said Mr. Daltún, who himself keeps some cattle on his 33 acres. “But others would see the benefit of being paid for looking after the land, and letting it regenerate, and to have time to focus more on their other work or business.”

[floorcleaningdublin]

Laminate Floor Cleaning

Laminate flooring is a popular choice for homeowners due to its durability, affordability, and resemblance to hardwood. While it is designed to withstand wear and tear, keeping laminate floors clean is essential to maintain their appearance and extend their lifespan. However, laminate flooring requires a specific cleaning routine, as its surface can be easily damaged by excess moisture or harsh cleaning agents. In this guide, we’ll cover the best practices for cleaning and maintaining laminate floors, including daily care, deep cleaning, and tips for tackling common stains.

Daily Maintenance of Laminate Floors

To preserve the appearance of your laminate floors, it’s important to incorporate daily cleaning habits. Dust, dirt, and debris can accumulate quickly, leading to scratches and dulling the finish over time. Here’s how to keep your laminate floors looking pristine on a daily basis:

Sweeping or Vacuuming One of the simplest and most effective ways to clean laminate floors is by sweeping or vacuuming daily. Use a soft-bristle broom or a vacuum cleaner with a hard floor attachment to remove dirt and dust without scratching the surface. Avoid using vacuums with beater bars, as they can damage the protective layer of the laminate.

Dry Mopping A microfiber dust mop is ideal for picking up fine dust and debris that sweeping or vacuuming may miss. Dry mopping is gentle on laminate floors and helps to keep them free from dirt buildup. It’s especially useful in high-traffic areas where dust accumulates quickly.

Clean Spills Immediately One of the biggest concerns with laminate flooring is moisture. If liquids are left to sit, they can seep between the seams of the laminate planks, causing swelling, warping, or even long-term damage. To prevent this, clean up spills immediately using a soft cloth or paper towel. Avoid using too much water when cleaning up the spill—laminate floors are not waterproof.

Weekly or Routine Cleaning of Laminate Floors

In addition to daily sweeping and mopping, your laminate floors will benefit from a more thorough cleaning at least once a week, depending on the level of foot traffic in your home. Here’s how to clean laminate floors properly without damaging the surface:

Use a Damp Mop For a deeper clean, damp mop the floors using a microfiber mop and a gentle cleaning solution. It’s crucial to wring the mop out thoroughly so that it is only slightly damp. Avoid using excessive water, as too much moisture can damage the laminate. There are specialized cleaners available for laminate floors, but a homemade solution of water and a few drops of mild dish soap can also work effectively.

Avoid Harsh Cleaners Never use harsh cleaners such as bleach, ammonia, or abrasive scrubbers on laminate floors. These products can strip the protective finish, leaving the surface vulnerable to scratches and dullness. Also, avoid waxes or polishes, as they can create a cloudy or greasy residue on the floor.

Spot-Clean Tough Spots For areas with sticky spots or stains, use a slightly damp cloth or a sponge to gently clean the affected area. A small amount of rubbing alcohol or vinegar diluted with water can be effective for removing stubborn stains, but always test it in an inconspicuous area first to ensure it doesn’t damage the floor.

Deep Cleaning Laminate Floors

Occasionally, laminate floors may need a more intensive deep cleaning, particularly in areas with heavy foot traffic or where dirt and grime have built up. However, deep cleaning must be done carefully to avoid damaging the surface.

Use a Steam Mop with Caution While many people opt for steam mops for deep cleaning, they are generally not recommended for laminate floors due to the potential for water damage. If you must use a steam mop, ensure it’s set to the lowest setting and avoid leaving it in one spot for too long. It’s best to check the manufacturer’s guidelines before using a steam mop on laminate flooring.

Use a Laminate Floor Cleaner For deep cleaning, use a cleaner specifically formulated for laminate floors. These cleaners are designed to remove grime without leaving behind residue or harming the surface. Follow the product’s instructions carefully, and make sure to rinse and dry the floor thoroughly after cleaning.

Stain Removal for Laminate Floors

Even with regular care, laminate floors may develop stains over time. Here’s how to tackle common types of stains on laminate flooring:

Ink or Marker Stains For ink or marker stains, use a soft cloth and a small amount of rubbing alcohol. Gently dab the stained area until the ink lifts. Be careful not to scrub too hard, as this could damage the laminate surface.

Grease or Oil Stains For grease or oil stains, use a mild dish soap mixed with warm water. Apply the solution to the stain using a soft cloth or sponge, then rinse and dry the area thoroughly.

Scuff Marks Scuff marks from shoes can be easily removed by gently rubbing the area with a damp cloth or an eraser designed for laminate floors.

Laminate floors are a durable and stylish choice for any home, but they require proper care to maintain their appearance and prevent damage. By sweeping or vacuuming daily, cleaning spills immediately, and using the right cleaning products, you can keep your laminate floors looking new for years to come. Regular maintenance and gentle cleaning methods are key to preserving the beauty and longevity of laminate flooring.

Laminate Floor Cleaning

[neerasrealm]

My managers closed the store an hour early to try and get the kid's floor cleaned bc it was in such a bad state and even in those two hours we didn't get it fully cleared so they tried to make us stay even later and long story short it's 8:45 and I'm still in Dublin City fucking centre

[hannahssimblr]

We collect her on Saturday morning. Evie, in a vest and a denim skirt, seems cold as she clambers into the back seat of my car, rubbing her arms and bringing some of that early morning chill inside with her. Dew is still clinging to the patches of well trodden grass in the caravan park at this hour, before most souls have woken up baking in their tin can dwellings. A groundskeeper is soaking the flower beds with a rubber hose by the entrance as birds chirp.

“Looking very chipper for half seven in the morning.” Jen says to her accusingly.

“I don’t know, I’m just excited!”

“You morning people are all the same.” Jen has done nothing but complain about how early it is since I shook her out of bed fifteen minutes ago. She hasn’t eaten yet, and just pulled on whatever clothes she could find off the floor. She claims I’m a grumpy person, but there’s no human alive who is as cranky as Jen is if you catch her before nine in the morning. 

“I’m a morning person and it pisses her off,” I explain to our passenger, then to Jen, “Sorry that I want to get up to Dublin early so that you can have a nice day.”

Jen scowls, “Okay. Yeah. You said that already.”

“Just focus on the pancake breakfast we’ll have.”

“Yes, it will be delicious. Now shut your stupid smirky little mouth and drive us, taxi man.” She curls her legs up underneath her and shuts her eyes while I pull away from the curb. 

“Your car is very clean,” Evie says. She sits up very straight in the rear view, ankles together and hands folded neatly in her lap like she’s at a catholic mass. I’m amused by the juxtaposition of her perfect politeness while Jen is twisted up in the passenger seat snoring, scarlett hair sticking up like she’s been dragged sideways through a hedge. 

“It’s only clean because I barely use it. Trust me, if I did I’d be using it as a bin. There’d be no room for you back there with all of the KFC wrappers.”

She laughs, but I can’t tell if she’s just being gracious, “Well it’s a really nice car in my opinion. It’s so new!”

“I assume you don’t drive yet.”

“No, but I will the minute I’m eighteen. It’s hard to get anywhere at home without having a car, like. I won’t be driving around in anything like this though, that’s for certain.”

“Tullamore, huh?” I swish around a roundabout and onto the open road. Jen lightly bumps her head on the window and she grumbles but doesn’t wake. “What’s it like there?”

“Aw, are you serious? You’ve never been?”

“I, uh… no? Should I have?”

“I was joking. Nobody should ever set foot. It’s a total shithole,” she appears to get flustered by her own comment, “or, like, not really. Maybe that was harsh on Tullamore. I know that Shane likes it there, I don’t mean to talk it down, I just-”

“It’s fine, lots of people love Dublin, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t a shithole.”

“I like Dublin.”

“That’s because you don’t live there.”

“Well I’d much rather I did,” she presses her finger into the window, at the green pastures that whizz by, fields, cows, fences, the knotted briars of the country ditches. “That’s what it looks like at home. It’s the exact same as everywhere else, whereas a city is, like, you know. Different.”

“Some people might say the country is idyllic.”

“Hm.” 

I reach over Jen to the glove compartment where I’ve stowed a packet of jellies. Peach rings. I offer them to Evie and when she politely picks one out of the packet I tell her: “You can have more than one.”

She takes one other, and I stuff at least four into my mouth, “So you don’t like being a culchie, huh?”

“I’m not a real culchie.”

“Really? You live in a culchie town and you sound like a culchie, so, I mean… just calling a spade a spade here.”

“You think I sound like one?” Surprised, she leans forward into the space between the seats so she can study the side of my face. 

I shrug, “well, it’s just your accent is very strong.”

“Nobody has ever said that to me before.”

“That’s probably because you all sound the same as each other out there. In the wilds of the country,” I smirk, adding, “the bog.”

“You consider me a bog dweller now.”

“No, I think you’re a culchie who happens to live on the bog.”

“God, the idea of you thinking that makes me anxious.”

“Why?”

Jen stirs in her seat when the packet crinkles, “are you eating something?” she croaks, “gimme some,” she reaches for the jellies in my lap before I knock her hand away. 

“No sorry, these are for Evie.”

“No, c’mon, just one.”

“Okay, wait, stop grabbing,” I bat her off me and pick one out, “Let me check. Evie, can Jen have this?”

“What? Yes of course.”

“Hm, I don’t agree,” I pop it in my mouth and produce another, “what about this one?”

“Let me have it,” Jen growls. 

“Nah,” I say and press it into Evie’s palm, then block her with my arm when she tries to give it to Jen, “No, that one’s yours!”

“I want her to have it.”

“Nope, my car, my rules. You have to eat it.”

“God, Jude,” Jen says, “You’re really going to put me through it today, aren’t you?” She lunges for the sweets and I elbow her off me, citing reasons of obstructing visibility and causing hazardous driving conditions. She asks me if I ever fucked the driver’s theory manual. 

Evie giggles in the backseat so I whirl on her, “What are you cackling at, bog dweller?” 

“Nothing!” she insists as we zoom past the first blue motorway sign for Dublin city. “You two are just funny. Why? Is laughing banned in your car?” 

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The A-Z Guide to After Tenancy Deep Cleaning for Dublin Residents

Introduction

Moving out of a property can be both exciting and daunting. As you pack your bags and prepare for a new chapter in your life, one crucial task often looms large on the horizon: cleaning your old home. In Dublin, where the rental market can be fierce, ensuring that you've left your previous residence in pristine condition is essential. This is where The A-Z Guide to After Tenancy Deep Cleaning for Dublin Residents comes into play.

In this comprehensive guide, we’ll explore everything you need to know about after tenancy deep cleaning. From understanding the importance of end-of-tenancy cleaning services to tips for tackling specific areas of your home, we've got you covered. So grab a cup of tea and settle in as we dive into this essential topic.

https://magic-wiki.win/index.php/Kildare%E2%80%99s_Must-Know_Tips_on_Securing_Full_Deposits_through_Effective_Moves! Understanding End of Tenancy Cleaning Dublin What is End of Tenancy Cleaning?

End of tenancy cleaning refers to a thorough clean conducted when a tenant vacates a property. It ensures that the home is spotless for incoming tenants or landlords.

Why is it Important?

Leaving a clean property can help secure the return of your full security deposit. Moreover, professional end-of-tenancy cleaning can save you time and stress, allowing you to focus on moving.

End of Tenancy Cleaning Kildare: A Local Perspective Local Trends in Kildare

Kildare has unique requirements for end-of-tenancy cleaning due to its distinct property types. Whether it's an apartment or a family home, knowing what local landlords expect can make all the difference.

Engaging Local Services

Choosing an End of Tenancy Cleaning Company Kildare that understands local expectations can streamline the process and ensure every corner is attended to.

The Process of End of Tenancy Cleaning Services Dublin Step-by-Step Breakdown Initial Assessment: Evaluate what needs cleaning. Decluttering: Remove personal belongings. Deep Clean: Focus on every room using professional tools. Final Inspection: Ensure everything is up to standard before handover. Common Areas to Target Kitchens Bathrooms Living Rooms Bedrooms What’s Included in End of Tenancy House Cleaning Dublin? Detailed Service Offerings

Professional services typically cover:

Dusting all surfaces Vacuuming carpets Mopping floors Sanitizing bathrooms Wiping down kitchen appliances

Each service aims at leaving the property sparkling clean.

End of Tenancy Deep Cleaning Dublin: Going Beyond Standard Cleaning What Sets Deep Cleaning Apart?

While standard cleaning might suffice for regular maintenance, deep cleaning delves deeper—literally! It involves:

Shampooing carpets Scrubbing tiles and grout Polishing fixtures Removing stubborn stains

This level of cleanliness ensures that no detail is overlooked, providing landlords with peace of mind.

End of Lease Cleaning Dublin: Understanding Lease Agreements What Does Your Lease Say?

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Discovering Specialized Services Offered by Top Cleaners

Introduction

When it comes to maintaining a clean and tidy environment, whether at home or in the office, specialized cleaning services can be a game-changer. House Cleaning in Dublin has evolved significantly, offering various tailored solutions to meet the diverse needs of residents and businesses alike. In this article, we will dive deep into the specialized services provided by Top Cleaners and explore how they stand out in the bustling market of Cleaning Services.

From Residential cleaning Dublin to End of tenancy cleaning Dublin, understanding what these services entail can help you make an informed decision about which service best suits your needs. So, buckle up as we embark on this journey of discovering specialized services offered by top cleaners!

Understanding House Cleaning in Dublin What is House Cleaning? https://wiki-wire.win/index.php/A_Beginner%27s_Guide_to_End_of_Tenancy_Cleaning%E2%80%94What_You_Should_Know

House cleaning involves a range of tasks aimed at maintaining cleanliness and hygiene within residential spaces. It typically includes dusting, vacuuming, mopping floors, sanitizing surfaces, and organizing clutter.

Why is House Cleaning Important?

A clean home not only looks great but also contributes to better health and well-being. Regular cleaning helps prevent allergies, reduces stress levels, and creates a more welcoming environment.

The Rise of Professional House Cleaners in Dublin

With busy lifestyles becoming the norm, many homeowners are turning to professional cleaning services for help. This shift has led to the emergence of numerous House Cleaners in Dublin, offering tailored services designed to meet specific needs.

Types of Cleaning Services Available Residential Cleaning Dublin

Residential cleaning focuses on homes and apartments. It encompasses regular upkeep as well as deep cleaning sessions.

Key Features: Tailored schedules: Choose from weekly, bi-weekly, or monthly options. Customizable packages: Pick and choose which areas need extra attention. Domestic Cleaning Services Dublin

Domestic cleaning refers specifically to general house maintenance tasks performed regularly.

Examples: Dusting furniture Vacuuming carpets Sanitizing kitchens and bathrooms Deep House Cleaning Dublin

Deep cleaning goes beyond surface-level tasks. It involves thorough sanitation of every nook and cranny.

Benefits: Removes built-up dirt and grime Improves indoor air quality Prepares homes for special occasions or events Specialized Services Offered by Top Cleaners

In this section, we’ll delve deeper into some specialized services that set Top Cleaners apart from their competitors.

End of Tenancy Cleaning Dublin

Moving out? This service ensures that your property is left spotless for new tenants or before handing it back to landlords.

What’s Included? Comprehensive kitchen clean Bathroom sanitization Carpet shampooing (if needed) Apartment Cleaning Services Dublin

Living in an apartment presents unique challenges when it comes to maintaining cleanliness due to limited space.

Tips for Apartment Cleaning:

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Remove Stubborn Oil Stains with Commercial Power Washing

Oil stains can be a major eyesore, diminishing the professional appearance of driveways, parking lots, and industrial areas. For property managers and business owners in Dublin, maintaining a clean exterior is crucial. Proclean specializes in Commercial Power Washing Services, delivering powerful and eco-friendly oil stain removal solutions that restore the pristine look of your property.

The Challenge of Oil Stains

Oil leaks from vehicles, industrial machinery, and equipment can penetrate porous surfaces like concrete and asphalt, making them difficult to clean with regular methods. Besides being visually unappealing, these stains create slip hazards, increasing the risk of accidents. Professional power washing is the most effective way to eliminate them and maintain a safe environment.

Benefits of Professional Power Washing for Oil Stain Removal

Our advanced Commercial Power Washing Service combines high-pressure water jets with eco-safe cleaning solutions to effectively remove oil stains. Here’s why it’s the best choice:

Deep Penetration: Reaches deep into surfaces to break down and lift stubborn oil deposits.

Environmentally Friendly: We use biodegradable cleaning agents that won’t harm plants or water sources.

Safe for Surfaces: Unlike abrasive chemicals, power washing cleans effectively without damaging concrete or asphalt.

Fast and Effective: Our skilled team ensures a quick, thorough cleaning with minimal disruption.

Our Oil Stain Removal Process

At Proclean, we follow a proven approach to achieve superior results:

Assessment: We analyze the stain’s severity and surface type to select the best cleaning method.

Pre-Treatment: Application of a biodegradable degreaser to break down oil residues.

High-Pressure Cleaning: Hot water and controlled pressure are used to lift and wash away stains.

Final Rinse & Inspection: A thorough check ensures every stain is completely removed.

Suitable Surfaces for Power Washing Oil Stains

Our commercial power washing service is highly effective on:

Parking lots and driveways

Service stations and garages

Industrial floors and warehouses

Sidewalks and commercial entryways

Restore Your Property’s Clean Look with Proclean

A spotless exterior enhances your property’s appeal and safety. Don’t let stubborn oil stains damage your professional image—trust Proclean’s expert Commercial Power Washing Service in Dublin. Contact us today at robert@proclean.ie to schedule your service and enjoy a cleaner, safer space!