#a chinese food place cancelled our order

[mewvore]

I went on a trip and I felt so happy and cute in this outfit

#dwpsart #cat girl #it me #the train ride sucked immensely #a dog bit me #I forgot my tablet pen at home and couldn't draw #a chinese food place cancelled our order #it was....a trip indeed

[jellyfishzebracat]

Snippet of an rwrb fanfic I’m writing it’s a/b/o and Alex is a 29 year old law professor who meets 21 year old Henry after Henry is forcefully moved to America to study law by his grandmother.

It’s this Alex

And this Henry

Alex hadn’t always wanted to be a law professor, he’d kind of just, fallen into it.

He’d studied law at NYU and shortly after gotten a job as a paralegal but that got , stale.

So during a late night rant to his mother she’d suggested he do some more study and look into teaching as a professor.

So Alex studied and then applied for a job at the university his mother was the head of.

Alex wasn’t proud of using the nepotism card but he did anyway.

So fast forward a few years and Alex is 29 years old teaching as a law professor, now finally on his own for the second year after teaching as a TA under Zarah Bankston and old friend of his moms and now a dean at the university.

Alex doesn’t expect anything to go wrong this year however that all changes when Henry fox walks into his lecture hall.

He’s pretty, blonde and everything Alex wants in an omega.

Alex class is small only 100 students so Henry already stuck out, however when he opens his mouth and speaks with that pretty English accent Alex is gone.

Which is bad, really bad because Henry is his student.

Everything goes well for a few weeks until one night Alex has finished his 6 pm lecture and is in the Chinese restaurant across from the campus when Henry walks in.

Henry walks up to the counter and Alex watches as Henry places his order, when he goes to pay however his card declines, once, twice, three times. Henry opens his mouth most likely to cancel his order when Alex blurts out “I’ll pay” and is swiping his American express.

“I .. thankyou.. you didn’t have to do that, professor ” Henry glances up at him

“It’s no problem and please don’t call me professor, it’s Alex“ Alex replies, leaning one arm on the shop counter.

Henry’s phone pings and he sees Henry’s face twist before he’s huffing out a breath and his scent sours.

“everything ok” Alex attempts to calm Henry but the agitation doesn’t leave Henry’s face.

“My bloody roommate just kicked me out of my dorm for the night, apparently he’s found some girl to shag” Henry spits out

“Shag” the word feels foreign in Alex’s mouth

“ it means fuck, Alex” Henry’s rolling his eyes but grinning up at him and Alex can’t help but return the smile.

“Um maybe we could eat together at my place” the words are out of Alex’s mouth before he can even process how much of a boundary that crosses and how bad of an idea that is, Henry beams “That sounds wonderful Alex”

Soon the cashier is calling out that their food is done and Henry is following Alex out to his car.

Henry sinks into the leather passenger seat of Alex’s Lexus and sighs “ Christ, I forgot how nice leather car seats were”.

Alex shoots Henry a questioning look and Henry looks down at his feet.

“My family’s quite well off however since my grandmother shipped me over here with barley any money, I’ve been missing out on the luxury’s I used to enjoy”

“I hope I’m not over stepping but why’d she send you here” Alex questions.

“Apparently it’s unbecoming for a member of our family to be an omega and to want to study literature, I was at Oxford on a scholarship in my last year and then she pulled me out to study law here in America” Henry’s answer is pained, Alex can’t imagine what it would be like to have your whole life up ended like that.

The rest of the drive continues on a happier note as Alex and Henry sing along to some of the songs on Alex playlist until they arrive at Alex’s brownstone.

As they step into the house Alex sees Henry looking around, his head tilted upward, was he scenting?

Alex chooses to ignore it for his own sanity and leads Henry to the couch and excuses himself to change out of his teaching clothes and into something more comfortable.

Alex now in a t-shirt and sweats joins Henry on the couch, Alex thinking of something to watch while they eat, asks Henry if he’s a Star Wars fan, Henry’s face lights up and he gleefully explains that he loves return of the Jedi, Alex scoffs and has to correct Henry “ the best star wars movie is clearly the empire strikes back” Henry flashes Alex a gummy smile and rolls his eyes “ I suppose I could endure watching empire”.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #rwrb book #firstprince #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 19.1.24

Dream 1: I get off the train at Hartwell station and I'm holding hands with SM. We have caught the train together (and it comes back to me that the last dream I had where he was stroking my hand also took place on a train). As we're walking off the platform, I look at the piece of paper in my hands where I have drawn a type of rudimentary map. It is some lines that fan out one after another, to denote the different train lines we have to travel down. However the whole thing is all crossed out. I think I did it before. We walk toward my old house which is right by the station but then we part ways on the footpath since he has an appointment at the doctors, situated a few doors down. I have to go and drive my sister somewhere soon. I message SM to ask him if he would like me to drop him off home after his appointment too.

Dream 2: A group of us are at some kind of party. We're at the outskirts of it, standing by the sidelines but we keep going back into the party to get refreshments. I think we’re about to leave but some guy and I decide to go into the party one more time to get some food/drinks. I see my boss. He is by himself, looking really small and pathetic. He is at the bar ordering something but as he senses us approaching he says to the bartender, "cancel that". I don't acknowledge my boss. We walk past him and go upstairs to the top floor of the party, where there's a better bar. When we get there, my boss appears again. I get the feeling he came all the way up here (and cancelled his order from before) just to show off that he can get order whatever he wants, wherever he wants. Especially since this top floor bar is more exclusive. I think the top floor is technically the 'owner's (of pharmacies) section' (I think it's a work party). He watches as we order our drinks and waves us off before we can pay, as if to say "Don't worry, I got this, it's on the tab". I don’t know why he does that, just more posturing. We thank him and leave. I think to myself once again about how puny and pitiful he looks. He is on his phone in the corner by himself, not talking to anyone. It looks like he is minding his family's belongings, like his daughter's and wife's things etc, they are probably off mingling somewhere. He leaves his seat. When my friend and I circle back around, we notice the belongings have still been left unattended and we’re worried it's going to get stolen. We make sure that the security guard is keeping an eye on my boss's family's belongings. Then we have to go. We scurry off to meet the rest of the group waiting on the 'outskirts', so that we can all go home.

Dream 3: I overhear a male customer telling my co-worker that he is going to die, but she brushes it off. He mentions it just like that, offering up no other information. I think she didn't hear him or perhaps she just doesn't care and frankly, neither do I. I am a little curious however and take a look at him. It's a middle-aged man. I think I wanted to say to him, "I'm dying too". I felt that he meant it in a matter of fact way, since everyone dies, and not necessarily that he was going to pass away imminently from some terrible, terminal illness. Then I hear him very clearly say, "and even though there will be no grace, it will be great".

Dream 4: I get off a train stop and find myself in an Indian shopping strip. I've never been here before and ordinarily I would be very interested in exploring but this time, I'm not. There's a lot of hustle and bustle, flashing lights and various eye-catching signs to draw your attention but the whole street feels 'off'. Now I'm in a shopping centre and it’s all Chinese shops. There are so many hair, cosmetic, and all-round beauty retailers. It's clean and very bright. Everything pops out at you and is designed to capture your interest but it feels fake and empty. I see a hair extension shop with various hair pieces that have been hung up in the window. There are so many colours. I am tempted to go inside to ask about it but I don't. It feels very low-vibe, I sense the desperation to sell, hiding beneath all the glitz and glamour. I walk around for a bit and decide to go into a jewellery/hair accessory store to have a browse.

[crystal-in-nagasaki]

nagasaki lantern festival and chinese new year

Chinese New Year this year fell on January 22nd. I'm thankful to be in an area of Japan with a rich history of Chinese culture, and also to have several close friends with ties to Chinese culture from Singapore, the US, and Hong Kong. Thanks to this, I am able to experience an authentic Chinese New Year each year in Nagasaki. I also began learning Chinese this year (for a trip to Taiwan with friends that was eventually canceled) and found myself become more and more interested in Chinese language and culture. So I would like to share my experience of Chinese New Year this year with you!

A large group of ALTs and community members of Nagasaki prefecture kicked off Chinese New Year eating hotpot and dumplings at a hotpot restaurant just outside Nagasaki city. Some of my friends with Chinese heritage wore traditional clothing, and many of us wore red as well for good fortune. As is the case for many Japanese hotpot and grilling places, we ordered an all-you-can-eat course and enjoying cooking vegetables, meats, and noodles in delicious broth. We also ordered many different kinds of dumplings. It was delicious, but I definitely overstuffed myself. At the end, we all took a group picture together. We booked out at least half the restaurant with our horde of people. It was a very merry time and I was glad to spend it with friends.

The following weekend, I headed into Nagasaki city again with friends for the famous lantern festival. I attended last year as well, but most of the festivities were canceled due to COVID-19, so this year I could finally experience the full glory of the festival, including floats, performances, and food. For more information about the origin and history of the festival, check out my blog post from last year here. I'll just cover the new stuff I exerienced this year in this post.

Of course, the lantern festival's main attraction is its lanterns and floats. Similar to last year, the streets were lined with thousands of lit lanterns to give the city a vibrant feel, but there were also many unique floats on display in the square near Nagasaki's Chinatown. They were mostly made of vibrant colored fabric stretched over metal frames, with lights shining through from the inside. Many of them displayed animals and scenes from traditional Chinese culture.

These floats were particularly impressive. They were made of various porcelain dishes and strung with lights.

The huge square was lined with depictions of various figures, with souvenir shops and food stands below.

Of course, there was plenty of street food. My friend and I ate hashimaki, meaning "chopsticks wrap," a Japanese street food similar in taste to okonomiyaki in which the pancake is wrapped around a chopstick (which makes it easy to eat with your hands) and served on top of an edible rice cracker. It was very delcious!

After this, we walked to the Koushi-byo Shrine Cultural Museum of China to watch some performances. The popular festival dances include the mask-changing dance and dragon dance.

In the mask-changing dance, a performer dresses in elaborate clothing and wears a mask. Through a special technique that has been kept secret for generations, they are able to skillfully switch out their masks throughout the performance as if by magic. Each mask shows a different face and emotion and is each elaborately decorated. It was really exciting and dynamic.

After the mask-changing dance, we watched the dragon dance. Dancers each hold a large heavy pole attached to a long dragon. By moving the poles around at different speeds and heights, they can create the illusion of a dragon dancing through the air. It took a lot of skill and strength and the results were breathtaking.

Following this, we returned to the Chinatown square to watch more performances. A Chinese woman performed a song on a traditional instrument called erhu, meaning "two strings" in Chinese. Like the name implies, it only has two strings and is played with a bow like a violin. The woman sang a song in Chinese while playing and she had a beautiful voice. It was very moving. (This is the only picture I have, so please ignore the thirsty gay caption)

At this point the sun was setting, and the lanterns were beginning to shine out from the dark, which was very beautiful.

In the evening, they performed another dragon dance, this time in the square. It was very crowded, but there was much more space for the dragons to move and stretch to their full length, and lit up under the glow of the lanterns it was very magical.

With that, we wandered back through the lantern lit streets of Chinatown and returned home. The festival was fantastic and beautiful, and I definitely plan to come again next year. I'm so happy to have such a great opportunity to experience Chinese culture in this way, and grateful that Nagasaki has such a diverse culture.

Thanks for reading :)

[fictionalitiesblog]

What times we live in? Can't call fat people fat, can't call black people black. Can't call the old 'old'. Scared to open my mouth. Can I call Chinese food Chinese? What if I am ordering Chinese? What do I say? Should I say yes sir, the place right of Himachal.. "Our neighbour! The corona guys?" Yes I want a crispy chicken. Now you'll say I can't say 'corona guys'.

Since I was a small boy, my grandma said," Drinking tea darkens the skin." Now i realised it's racist. No one told me some swear words are misogyny. They didn't tell me calling my sister golu was fat shaming. Talking like that felt normal. Never thought it was wrong. Never knew I'd be hurting someone if I used such words.

What would you call the words you have used to describe me? Rocky does not know how to turn on the stove whatta Shame! Rocky does not know men can aslo go bra shopping. Whatta shame! Rocky does not know men can dance kathak, whatta shame! And what's the biggest shame? Rocky does not know English. Whattabad !Whattaworst! All confirmed he's cancelled!

I no to talk but I'll say - if we keep cancelling each other, we'll never learn anything in life. I thought if I came here I could win your hearts. But what's with you all? No one will hug me or touch me You laugh at the way I speak. You are ashamed of introducing me to your friends. You think I'm blind to your attitude? That I can't feel? that it doesn't hurt? How can you shame me? I'm so ashamed of myself.

Did you know that dancing makes me happy too. But I don't have the guts to dance in front of my family. My father has a problem with me dancing. I could never challenge him. I have never fought for my own happiness. I'm a big loser.

- Rocky Randhawa

#Rockyaurranikipremkahani

[chocolatewastelandheart]

"Compulsory assimilation of 1 million Tibetan children"? Foreign special observers exclusively visit Tibetan boarding schools

In February 2023, three "Special Rapporteurs on Minority Issues" who served the United Nations in their personal capacity issued a report claiming that China had "assimilated Tibetan people in terms of culture, religion and language through boarding schools, affecting about 1 million Tibetans." Tibetan children". Some Western media forwarded it one after another, criticizing the boarding schools in the Tibet Autonomous Region of China. Are Tibetan children forced to attend boarding schools? Do children face "assimilation education" in the classroom? What are the real conditions of school food and accommodation? In order to investigate the questions raised by the western media, An Ze, a special foreign observer of "A Closer View of China", came to Lhasa, Tibet for field investigation to find out the truth. This program takes you to visit Tibetan boarding schools

Question 1 Are Tibetan students being "assimilated"? Lhasa Nagqu No. 1 High School was founded in 2004, and it is the first school in Nagqu City to operate in a different place in Lhasa. The school currently has 3 grades, 43 classes and 2345 students. It is a boarding high school. Anze came to a first-year high school class, and the students had just finished a Tibetan class. Anze: What is your favorite class? Students: Tibetan and English Anze: What is today's class about? Student: Today's class is mainly about the ten voices of our Tibetan language Anze: Is it difficult? Student: It was difficult at the beginning, but now I have gotten used to it and have almost mastered it. Anze: I see that what you need to learn here is not only Tibetan, but also Chinese, and English. Learning three languages, what kind of help do you think will be there? Student: I can communicate better with people and speak with people of different races.

There are currently 27 Tibetan language teachers teaching in Lhasa Nagchu No. 1 High School.

The Tibetan language teacher Basang Tsering told Anze that the children here start learning Tibetan at an early age, mainly learning words and sentences in elementary school, grammar in junior high school, and tense in high school. Tibetan language is divided into different ages and levels to learn.

Specially invited observer Anze: There was a saying in the reports of the western media that what is to be learned here is not only Tibetan, but also Chinese and English. What do you think of a weakened, or watered down, position like this?

Tibetan language teacher Basang Tsering: If it is weakened, the most direct key is that the college entrance examination can cancel the Tibetan language and reduce the score, but from before to now, the Tibetan language test has always been 150 points. For such a long time, the content of Tibetan language teaching has been inheriting its own national culture. Even when our school arranges classes, or when we report grades, Tibetan language is always placed at the top. This is impossible to say Diluted, has always been very important. Specially invited observer An Ze: The UN report also wrote that the language used by the students here is Mandarin, and then the students can no longer speak Tibetan with their family members at all? Tibetan language teacher Pasang Tsering: He has been attending Tibetan language classes since elementary school and junior high school students. How could he have problems communicating with his family in Tibetan? It is absolutely impossible. If there is a problem, then part of my Tibetan class has to use other languages to translate it. It is impossible, and it is all taught in pure Tibetan. After class, the school children are choreographing a Tibetan dance called "Tianhu Dance". Raba Dolma, a first-year high school student: Tianhu is the name of our Namtso.

Anze: I heard the sound of sheep in this song? Raba Dolma: Because there are flocks of sheep in the Qiangtang grassland, the boys perform as sheep during the dance, and the girls slowly show the beauty of the Qiangtang grassland. Anze: Did you arrange this dance yourself? Raba Dolma: Yes, it is an intangible cultural heritage, and we have made changes on this basis. This is a club organized by students spontaneously. In addition to Tibetan dance, there are also different clubs such as music, Tibetan calligraphy, street dance, etc. While students are learning Chinese, English and other subjects, the school still spares no effort to preserve the traditional Tibetan culture, giving children the key to broaden their horizons and giving them the opportunity to explore a wider world. Isn’t this the meaning of education? Where does "assimilation" come from?

Question 2 Children forced to attend boarding schools? A February 6 UN human rights report pointed out that the increase in boarding students in Tibet is due to the closure of rural schools and their replacement by schools in towns and county towns, which require students to board. What is the real situation? Are parents willing to send their children to boarding schools? An Ze decided to go to Nagqu, a few hundred kilometers away from Lhasa, with Ouzhu Tsomu, a student from Class 1 and Class 2 of Nagqu No. 1 Senior Middle School in Lhasa.

Nagqu is located in the north of Tibet, and its area is more than 20 times that of Beijing, but its population is only 2% of that of Beijing, which is extremely scattered. Because of the high cold, the oxygen content in Nagqu is only half of that at sea level, so it is called "the place closest to the sky". Now after driving for three or four hours, we finally arrived at the home of Ozhu Tsom. In fact, along the way, I had a little altitude sickness, headache, and lack of oxygen, but I was still very excited. It can be seen that the population distribution here is different. Too balanced, so you may face some difficulties in development and education.

Ouzhu Tsomu grew up here. There are only 14 households in the Kaima Natural Village where her family is located, and they all make a living by grazing. Odrup Tsom went to a boarding school in Lhasa, and her two younger sisters also stayed at their aunt's house in the urban area in order to study. Anze: The eldest daughter is now in high school. Did you know that this high school was a boarding school? Ouzhu Tsomo's father: When I registered at the beginning of the semester, I saw that the school's accommodation conditions are very good and the campus environment is very good. I am very satisfied with this school. I didn't go to school at that time, and I didn't have much culture, let alone understand the importance of knowledge. Looking back, I feel very sorry.

Anze: Was there no school nearby?

Father Ozhu Tsom: There were schools in those places at that time, but the conditions of the schools could not compare with the facilities and equipment of the current schools. At that time, whether or not the children of common people went to school depended entirely on their own ideas. At that time, I chose to graze at home and did not study, and now I feel very regretful. There are mountains all around here. I think it would be very difficult to build schools everywhere here. Not all teachers can really get used to life here. The population distribution here is uneven. You can imagine how many schools we have to build and how many teachers we have to hire for each school. It's hard to do, so I think that's why boarding schools came about. Deputy Principal Solang Tsering: Our school recruits students from the whole district, not only students from Nagqu, but also students from Lhasa, Shigatse, and Ngari. All students are provided with food, accommodation and study. After one year, the Three Guarantee funds allocated by the state to our school reached about 11.4457 million. Anze: Does the biggest expense belong to hiring a teacher? then what? Vice-Principal Sonam Tsering: No, it is not allowed to spend a penny on teachers. This three-guarantee fund, the three-guarantee fund allocated by the state, must be used on students.

[empyreanwritings]

New Year's Crisis

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Secretary!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Hoeliday Recipe: Steve Rogers + Snowstorm + "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" + Forbidden Love

Warnings: language, mentions of sexual tension/desires, sexual situations but no explicit smut, Hallmark worthy cliches like there was only one bed, mutual pining, 18+ only (MINORS DNI)

A/N: This was supposed to be posted before the new year, but ya know, life happens! I'm still happy I got to write something and get it posted before the end of January! This is written for @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 & @drabblewithfrannybarnes 's Hoeliday Challenge. Comments and reblogs are always welcome :) I hope y'all had a good first week of the new year x

You never had a New Year’s tradition when you moved into your own apartment. The closest thing you got to one was Chinese food and a box of wine from the nearest gas station. Boxed wine was a treasure - you didn’t let anyone tell you otherwise. It wasn’t anything special, but you started to realize how much you would miss it when the blinking red CANCELED stared at you next to your flight number.

Following Steve to a business conference in Maine wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. You were his assistant; he needed you for backup more often than not. If someone had a question he couldn’t readily answer - about policies or procedures that left his mind the second they were signed - you had it ready to provide. You kept him from looking like a fool. Of course, you only agreed to go on the notion of being back home in time for the new year. But now that was taken away thanks to a pesky snowstorm.

Steve sighed the moment he got off the phone. “The nearest hotel only has one room left, but they assured me it would have two beds.”

You nodded and followed him back out to the rental car that, thankfully, hadn’t been returned yet. Your driver was gone for the evening, but it was better than nothing. It still felt like one thing after another.

And perhaps you were foolish for believing the hotel gave Steve the right information. After receiving so many calls, they probably made any promise they could just to get off the line. You knew what Steve was like when he wanted his way, too. You might have done the same thing as that poor receptionist, but it still mortified you to see one bed when you opened up the hotel door.

Steve just…stared. Disbelief was written all over his face. He couldn’t believe they would lie to him, and that comment made you snort. ‘Tis the season to get fucked over in every way except the way you wanted, you guessed.

“I’ll go down to the lobby,” he grumbled as he tossed his bag onto the floor.

You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm to stop him from leaving. “You said it yourself, they only had this room. Screaming at them won’t change that, but it will guarantee we ring in the new year freezing our asses off on a park bench.”

He sighed. You were right. No amount of bickering would change this moment. If he were being honest with himself, he might let it slip that he was grateful. He was exhausted after the conference and didn’t have the energy to fight anyone. He would have done it for you, though. If you asked.

You watched from your same place by the door as Steve began to get comfortable in the small room. His suit jacket was tossed onto the dresser, tie quickly following after it. You weren’t sure what teetered the line between appropriate and not, but you surely weren’t going to stay in your clothes all night either. You followed suit and slipped your heels off, neatly tucking them in the corner before grabbing your bag.

“I’m just going to change,” you said as you started towards the bathroom. “Do you want me to order room service when I’m done?”

“I’ll take care of that,” he assured you with a wave of his hand.

You nodded and closed the door behind you with a soft click. It took all but three seconds for the situation you found yourself in to finally sink in. You were in a hotel room with your boss.

With one bed.

And a holiday that promoted kissing at midnight looming over your heads.

You clutched at the sides of the sink, trying to reign in your thoughts. Steve had been your boss for the last five years. It was hard to ignore how attractive he was, and the dynamic you two seemed to settle in didn’t help either. You worked so well together. It could have been considered natural to develop any sort of harmless feelings.

Harmless because the confines of work kept you in check. But now…

You splashed cold water on your face. You would be fine. Everything would be just fine.

You pointed a finger at your reflection. “Get your shit together.”

When you finally convinced yourself to step out of the bathroom, Steve let you know he ordered the New Year’s Eve special the hotel promoted. He wasn’t sure what was included in that package, but he figured it was the only way to ensure you got your food quickly. Anything other than what they already prepped for could have taken hours, and he was starving. Honestly, you were pretty starved too. The soft rumble of your stomach reminded you of that.

“You don’t have to stand there the whole night, you know,” Steve teased.

“What?” You realized you had been standing at the edge of the bed for several long seconds now, your brain going back and forth between being hungry and being stressed about being so close to Steve. “Oh, right. Sorry, I’ll start prepping the couch. I think I saw extra blankets in the bathroom closet.”

His brows pinched in the tempting way they always did when he was dealing with a particular pissy contractor. You always wanted to reach out and smooth it out for him.

“You’re not going to sleep on that couch.”

You shrugged. “The hotel isn’t as gross as it seems on the outside. I’m sure the couch is safe enough to sleep on for a night.”

“But it would be uncomfortable.”

“We can’t exactly share a bed.”

“Why not?” Steve challenged.

You paused and turned to look at him. The look on your face must have been amusing because he shook his head and let out a quiet laugh. It managed to bring a smile to your own face, and you weren’t entirely sure why.

“We have worked with each other long enough. We can share a bed for one night and it won't be weird,” he finally replied when he realized you weren’t going to give him an answer to his question.

It wouldn’t be weird, but it brought too much temptation. The thought of sleeping next to Steve, feeling the warmth of his body pressed so closely to your side, made your cheeks grow hot. You couldn’t exactly tell him that, of course. There was nothing that you could use in an argument that wouldn’t have given away your harbored feelings, so you accepted defeat. You’d have to find a way to make it work without losing your mind at the same time.

You stuck out your chin stubbornly. “Fine, but I require at least two pillows, and you better not steal the blankets because I get cold easily.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

Those words…those fucking words. They were said so innocently, yet they made a familiar warmth spread through the pit of your belly straight to your panties. You clenched your thighs and quickly cleared your throat to hide the way it affected you. If Steve noticed the shift in your attitude, he didn’t get a chance to comment on it when the room service arrived.

With the way the night had been going, you probably should have known even dinner wouldn’t be normal. When the waiters came in with a spread perfect for two lovers, and chilled bottles of champagne, you shouldn’t have been surprised. But you were. Your jaw dropped at the same time you heard Steve murmur, Oh dear god, under his breath. The poor workers had no idea what they did, and you weren’t going to waste their time explaining it away, so you quickly tipped them and ushered them out the door before they could explain what an aphrodisiac was again.

The food looked divine, if you were being honest. Two lobster tails on a bed of rosemary garlic rice; a platter of fresh oysters; and a chocolate lava cake that pairs well with their specific champagne. There was also a can of whip cream and a small bowl of strawberries that you were actively trying to ignore looking at. You wondered if they confused the holidays, or if this was a hotel notorious for couples hooking up on the new year. Either way, crawling into a hole suddenly seemed like a better way to spend the night.

“Maybe I should have checked what the special was,” Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at it.

“Well, I won’t tell HR if you don’t,” you joked. HR didn’t care what anyone did outside of the office, but this felt like something on a DO NOT DO, EVER list hanging in their office.

“Sounds like a deal.”

You worked on setting the spread out on the floor while Steve opened the champagne. There was nothing romantic about sitting on the floor and eating right? It could have been worse. You could have gone downstairs to the lobby restaurant and sat in a dark booth in the corner, letting your knees brush scandalously every few moments whenever he leaned in just a little bit too close. Or you could have skipped dinner altogether and proceeded to ring in the new year with a couple of orgasms and promises to not tell a soul outside of this hotel room.

You shook your head. You really needed to stop letting your thoughts go there.

Steve handed you a full glass of the champagne, and you thanked him. Dinner was something you did often - sitting on the floor of his office with take out and several cups of coffee while he went over a site plan or contractor agreement - but this? This was new territory you weren’t sure how to navigate without crossing the invisible line drawn between you.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he observed after swallowing down an oyster.

You cringed. “First of all, that’s disgusting. How are you eating those things? Second, what thing?”

“Oysters are delicious if you put hot sauce on them. And, you know, that thing.” He gestured to your face. “Whenever you’re overthinking something, you zone out and start chewing on the inside of your cheek. It’s a miracle there isn’t a hole in there by now.”

Your tongue instinctively runs along the inside of your cheek, feeling the torn tissue there. You knew the habit was something you picked up when you were younger, but you didn’t think it to be so obvious. At least, obvious enough for someone like Steve to notice. Was he always observing you the same way you observed him?

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to zone out.” You quickly shoved a bite of lobster tail into your mouth to give you a moment to think about your reply. You refused to admit you were thinking about the way you could test the boundaries of your relationship just now. “I guess today has just been so full of surprises, my brain is trying its best to catch up and process it.”

“I hear you. I didn’t expect any of this to happen, and I’m sorry I dragged you to this conference just to get you stranded with me.”

At first, you thought you hated it. The non-traditional tradition that was ripped away made you sad to suddenly lose, but you weren’t thinking about that much anymore. As unconventional as it all was, you were happy to be here with Steve. It seemed fitting, now, to ring in the new year with someone you spent so much of your time with already. You tried to find comfort in that familiarity. Perhaps it wouldn’t lead to a new tradition, but at least it was still good.

You smiled and gave him a small shrug. “Honestly, you don’t have to apologize, Steve. Things happen, and it’s not like anyone is at home waiting for me.”

This comment seemed to make Steve stop and think. “No? I thought you were dating that one guy from IT.”

“Oh!” You didn’t know he knew about that. You and Eric thought you were being sneaky. “No, we broke up a few months ago. He wanted to date the receptionist, and I just wanted to stop hearing him complain about everything. Nat warned me that IT guys always had something to complain about, but I didn’t believe her until now.”

Steve hummed. His focus stayed on the champagne glass in his hand, but you could feel the tension in his words as he said, “I’m surprised you dated him at all.”

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s against company policy. I could have written you up for it, you know.”

You scoffed and set your champagne down, ignoring the way it sloshes over the side and spills onto your hand. “You could have written me up for it? Why is it that the company policy only seems to apply for me if I am dating someone? Because you know Wanda and Bucky got caught hooking up in the supply closet the other week, and no one said a damn thing.”

“I’m just saying!” He quickly defended himself when he realized you were annoyed by his comment. “I wouldn’t actually write you up for it, but maybe don’t date someone you work with and flaunt it in front of everyone.”

“Flaunt…it?”

“Come on, you know how many times he visited your office for ‘work related tasks’

seemed impossible. No one’s computer breaks that much.”

You bristled at his comment. “Why do you care so much? I’m not even with the guy

anymore, and you’re giving me shit for what?”

“Because you knew him for two weeks before you dated him, and I’ve known you for five years now!”

Silence grew between you. The look of regret in Steve’s eyes made it clear he didn’t mean to slip up like that. He cleared his throat and quickly looked away, which only made you frown. This whole time you believed your feelings to be one-sided; nothing more than a crush on someone in power. You convinced yourself that this was true and missed the way Steve hated every second you were dating Eric. Every moment he couldn’t pull you in his office and have his way with you in the ways he knew Eric was.

“Steve.” You reached out to touch his face, but he quickly caught your wrist.

“Don’t,” he murmured, almost painfully so. “You have no idea how easy it is to lose control around you. If we start this, I don’t think I can just turn back and forget about it.”

He was giving you an out. After everything - the late night work, the knowing each other inside and out, the push and pull that you know wasn’t imagined anymore- he didn’t want to cross that point just to go back to normal Monday morning. He couldn’t bear the thought of pretending nothing happened between you two, and you understood. The ache in your stomach had been there the moment you realized what you felt for Steve, and you knew it would only get worse if you allowed yourself to indulge in your feelings once and move on.

So, what if you didn’t move on? What if you kept indulging yourself?

A beat passed. Your wrist was still locked in Steve’s grip, and you leaned in slightly. Not enough to close the distance but enough to make a statement. His eyes dropped down to your lips, and your breath hitched in your chest.

Your lips parted to speak, but Steve was already pulling you onto his lap and into a kiss before you could get the words out. He pulled you tight against his chest, letting his hands roam along the expanse of your back underneath your shirt. Despite the desperation you both felt, the kiss was slow, languid. He took his time. Explored every inch of you that he could before a soft moan slipped out against his lips, snapping any bit of control he seemed to have.

He pulled away just as he cupped his hands along your jaw and looked down at you. The sudden eye contact made your stomach flip, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” You could kiss him again for being so polite even when his bulge pressed against your crotch.

You nodded. “Only if you promise that this won’t be a one night stand. I know we’ll have to keep it a secret but I-”

“Sweetheart, I don’t plan on fucking you and letting you go. There’s too many places in the office I’d love to ruin you in. My office, your office, the break room…”

“We can think about that later,” you whined. “I just want you to ruin me now.”

Steve chuckled and pressed another kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, baby, I will.”

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[cutethingstolove]

Shopping With Friends

Photos From @little-stephanies-diary​, Part 10

Stephanie and Courtney started walking around the mall chatting about winter break and the first week back in school. They had already decided that they would make a loop through the whole mall before stopping by the food court to grab some lunch, and they would do their shopping after eating. They were also planning on making the matinee movie at the theater in the mall, which was scheduled to start at 4:30 leaving them only five and a half hours to finish their shopping. As they wandered the mall, Stephanie noticed a toy store with a big pink teddy bear marked down 70%! She didn’t want to say anything in case Courtney thought it was too childish, but she planned on stopping back there after the movie to see if it was still there.  Even at her age, Stephanie still loved cute things like the teddy bear and her Aladdin nightshirt.

After making their lap around the mall picking out the stores they would visit, the girls stopped at the food court and decided to order some Chinese food. As they were standing in line waiting to place their order, Stephanie realized that she had hardly noticed the bulky diaper her dad made her wear. She was still mortified at the idea of having to use it instead of the bathroom, but that hadn’t been a problem yet. Reaching the front of the line, Stephanie ordered some fried rice, orange chicken, and an eggroll with a medium Diet Coke to drink. Courtney ordered the same, and the two made their way to a nearby table to enjoy their lunch.

They finished eating quickly, hardly saying a word, as they really wanted to finish their shopping before the movie. As they were throwing away their trash, Courtney piped up, :So where do you want to go first Steph?”

“Let’s go to Forever 21 first,” Stephanie replied, “They always have cute stuff on sale after Christmas, and I love their jeans!”

“Me too!,” Courtney agreed, “That’s our first stop then!”

The two girls walked down the corridor to the store, and went to rummaging through the racks looking for things to try one. They stayed together as they moved through the store, talking about the items they were going to try on. Stephanie ended up grabbing a couple of pairs of jeans in her normal size, a forest green dress, and a bright blue long sleeve t-shirt along with a few accessories. When they had both picked out the things they liked, they headed towards the fitting rooms to try everything on. Once in her room, Stephanie took off the pink shortalls she had on, and started to pull one of the pairs of jeans on. The jeans were going on like normal until they ran into the bottom of her diaper. Unlike with her Goodnites, these bigger diapers made it impossible to pull the jeans up to her waist. Realizing she wouldn’t be able to try on her jeans with this diaper on, but still wanting to hide the fact that she didn’t tried everything on, she pulled the hangers off the other pair and tossed them on the ground.

At least she still had the t-shirt and dress to try on, and she thought the diaper wouldn’t get in the way of either of those. She pulled off her white t-shirt, standing there in just her bra and diaper, before grabbing the blue shirt and throwing it on. She loved the color, and thought it would look great with the dress and the black thigh highs stockings she had grabbed. She pulled on the stocking before putting the dress on over her head. One glance in the mirror and loved the combination she had picked out, she couldn’t even see the diaper poking out! Curious just how well her diaper was covered, she lifted the front of the dress to see that it wasn’t by much, so she would have to wait until her ‘potty training’ was over to wear these again.

It was just then that her Diet Coke from lunch hit her, and she had the sudden urge to pee. She knew she couldn’t use the bathroom today, but wasn’t going to be in trouble for wetting her diaper, so she relaxed and let her bladder empty slowly into the diaper. It was just as she was finishing that she heard Courtney call out asking her to step out into the hall to ask Stephanie’s opinion on an outfit she picked out. Realizing that she had just wet her diaper, and still the green dress that didn’t hide her diaper well enough, she sank to the floor in humiliation.

She yelled out that she would be just a minute as she wasn’t fully dressed as she quickly stood up and pulled off the dress and pulled her pink shortalls back on, though they fit a bit tighter with the wet bulge between her legs. As soon as she was redressed, she stepped out into the hallway telling Courtney how much she loved the outfit. Courtney asked if Steph had found anything, and she said she loved the shirt she had on but still had to try on the green dress. Satisfied with the answer, Courtney went back into her room, and Stephanie did the same. Stephanie took off the blue shirt and put her white t-shirt back on, but waited for a couple of minutes before emerging from the fitting room to make it seem like she was still trying things on.

After buying the blue shirt, the forest green dress, and the black thigh highs, she waited patiently as Courtney finished buying a pair of jeans and the outfit that she had asked Stephanie about. After leaving Forever 21, the girls stopped by a couple of other stores, but having no luck finding anything they wanted. Walking back towards the entrance to drop off their bags in their cars before the movie, Courtney pulled Stephanie into a new store that had only opened a couple weeks earlier. It was the same store that Stephanie had seen the pink teddy bear in earlier, and to she shock the rest of the store was filled with some of the cutest clothes she had ever seen! They were all adult sized cloths, but with cute cartoonish prints like rainbows, unicorns, and teddy bears on them! Stephanie had just grabbed a snap crotched set of pajamas with clods and rainbows on it wanting to try it on when Courtney began to laugh a little behind her.

“Can you believe people actually buy this stuff!,” Courtney exclaimed, “It’s all so childish!”

“Yeah,” Stephanie begrudgingly agreed, “It’s so silly anyone would want any of this.”

It really is,” Courtney replied, “We should get going though. We still need to drop these bags off and still have time to buy snacks and use the bathroom before the movie starts.”

Leaving the store, Stephanie looked back longingly at the oink teddy bear and the cute clothes she really wanted to buy. Knowing her friends would laugh if they saw her buying any of the clothes there, however, she had to find another way to buy the things she wanted. After dropping their bags off in their cars, the girls went into the movie theater which usually showed older movies for their Saturday matinee. Stephanie was really excited when she saw Toy Story 3 was the movie this week and went with Courtney to buy their tickets. Courtney suggested the go to the bathroom before grabbing their snacks for the movie and dragged Stephanie with her. Stephanie really didn’t need to use the bathroom, but entered a stall and sat down on the toilet as to not raise Courtney’s suspicions. When they were done in the bathroom, they headed to the concession stand and each bought a large soda and decided to split a large popcorn.

They found some seats in the middle of the half full theater, and sat back to enjoy the movie. Stephanie had seen it so many times she could nearly quote the movie by heart. It wasn’t long before the girls had finished off their popcorn and drinks, so they just relaxed and watched the movie whispering from time to time during the more boring scenes. Just as the toys were being hauled off to the incinerator, Stephanie had the sudden urge to pee again. Knowing from experience that this diaper could hold at least two uses, and not wanting to miss any of the movie, she left loose and filled her diaper even more. As soon as the movie was over, the girls left the theater and headed to their cars to go home for dinner. Once they reached their cars, Courtney called out, “We had fun today! Let’s continue the fun and have a sleepover tonight!”

“Sounds awesome!,” Stephanie absentmindedly replied, “I’m sure my dad would be ok with doing it at my house!”

“Perfect!,” Courtney replied, “I’ll see you in a couple of hours!”

Still wanting to go back in and at least buy the pink teddy bear that was on sale, she pretended like she had left her keys in the theater and excused herself to go grab them. Courtney understood, and hopped in her car and drove off. It wasn’t until that moment that Stephanie realized the mistake she had made by agreeing to the sleepover; her dad was still going to make her wear a diaper. Mortified, her face grew red, but it was too late to cancel so she ran back into the mall to buy the teddy bear. She went as fast as she could so no one would see her, bought the bear, and raced back to her car to head home and plead with her dad to not have to wear a diaper during the sleepover. She just hoped she could be convincing enough.

 To Be Continued…

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[orange-waterfalls]

...Happy New Year?

Darkiplier x gn!reader x Wilford

A/N: I am so disappointed and surprised that I haven’t written anything poly yet are you KIDDING ME. Does it take me 5 months to write a single fic? No. Might take me that long to find motivation and SINCE I don’t wanna be an ASSHOLE who takes requests and then DOESN’T WRITE THEM I’m probably gonna take a bit to think and figure out what I wanna do here with the blog. Uhhh reader is a retail worker who’s just. Tired and stressed. Dark and Wil decide to comfort them because good boyfriends are good! TW: mention of weed. And suggestive phrases? Also cursing. That’s it. Rated T. Enjoy and have a happy New Year everybody!

Word Count: 2.7k

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“Do you have to?” Wilford all but whined when you got ready for work. Except he did not whine because he does not whine because he is Wilford Warfstache, thank you. “It’s New Year’s Eve!”

“I’m fully aware what day it is, hon,” You said in a very soft voice because you knew Wilford had to be let down gently or he’d be grouchy for the next few months. “That’s why I’m not working overtime. Hopefully. Maybe I can get Sara to take over my shift, she’s not doing anything tonight. I wish I could’ve taken the morning shift, I do.” Darkiplier appeared next to Wilford, looking just as desperate.

“Can you not just… not… go?” Dark suggested, trying not to sound too needy. He knew that he failed by the look you gave him.

“I have to work, boys.”

“Do you though?”

“Wilford...”

“I can get you money.”

“Are you suggesting illegal activities, Mr. Warfstache?”

“We are not… besides stealing.”

“Wil.”

“We could pawn off Mark’s stuff, it’s probably worth a lot!”

“Both of you, stop it!” You said in a stern voice. They both looked like kicked puppies and you felt a little bad about it. “I’ll get home when I get home. You know I love you. If I never had to leave you, I wouldn’t. But I gotta, ok?”

“Kissies?” Wilford asked, tapping the tips of his fingers together. Darkiplier looked at the motion and back at his own fingers, seemingly trying to replicate it. You stared at his hands for a moment, watching the struggle with a resigned sort of curiosity. Wilford also stared at them until he couldn’t take it anymore and just put his hands over Dark’s.

“Just-Just… stop.” He said gently. Dark lowered his hands and they both looked back to you. You shook your head.

“I’ll be back before midnight. Order some takeout, please.”

“Sure thing, boss!” Wilford saluted.

“Goodbye, darling.” Darkiplier gave a little bow. You smiled warmly, walking over to the two. Darkiplier turned his head and you kissed his cheek. You tried to do the same for Wilford, but he turned his head back at the last second to catch your lips in a kiss. Additionally, he grabbed your face to keep you there. You pulled away and gently smacked his cheek before heading back to the door. Darkiplier glared at him a little. He stuck his tongue out in response.

“Bye! Love you!”

“We love you too, babes!” Wil called, wrapping his arms around Dark’s neck and leaning against him. Dark waved a goodbye to you. You shut and locked the door behind you. 

“Wil?” Dark said after they stood like that for a while.

“Yep?” Wil responded with his cheek squished to Dark’s shoulder.

“If you’re gonna cling to me we could at least lay down.”

“Cuddle time?”

“Sure. Cuddle time. Come on.” Dark tried to walk to the three’s shared bedroom, but Wilford wouldn’t let go. He quirked an eyebrow at the reporter. “Wil?”

“Yes?”

“May you… let go?”

“No.”

“Wil.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Wil…”

“No.”

“We can’t cuddle if you don’t let go.”

“Lies. Deception.”

“Wil, please, work with me here.” They looked at each other. Wilford slowly removed his arms from around the other man’s neck. Dark caught one of his hands, bringing his palm to his lips and gently kissing his hand.

“Someone’s feeling affectionate!” Wil exclaimed. Dark intertwined their fingers and gave his hand a squeeze before finally walking to the room.

The bedroom had mostly shades of black, white, and blue decor, apart from the fluffy red pillows you just had to have, along with a few stuffed animals. Darkiplier had his office with his red and black velvet and Wilford had his own… wherever he hung out, so they didn’t mind you choosing the colors. Anything to stop Wilford from painting the walls yellow of all colors. 

Wilford turned around and pulled Dark in by his waist, swaying in a little dance. 

“What are you doing?” Dark tried and failed to conceal his smile and laugh.

“Dancing with my lover, what does it look like?” Wilford nuzzled their noses together.

“I thought you wanted to cuddle.”

“I do.”

“Then why are we dancing?”

“Can’t we just dance for a bit?” Darkiplier pulled back and looked at Wil, who was currently avoiding eye contact. He sighed.

“Feels a little weird without Y/N?” He asked. Wilford hummed, still not looking him in the eye. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to.”

“We can wait until they get home, it’s really not--”

“I do want to…”

“But?”

“Mm…”

“Want to prove you aren’t absolutely whipped?”

“Excuse you?!”

“It’s not a bad thing.”

“I am-- You-- Wilford Warfstache simps for NOBODY!”

“Says Mr. Hundred Dollar Pillows.”

“Listen here you son of a bitch--” Wilford backed away and held up a finger to explain exactly why he was no simp. Dark took the opportunity to push him onto the bed. “Ooh! Frisky!”

“Shut it.” He climbed into the bed next to him. Wilford draped himself across Dark’s chest, nuzzling into him. They sighed contentedly. 

“Dark?”

“Mm?”

“What did I do to deserve you two?”

“Me? You were nice and accepting. I still don’t believe either of us deserve Y/N.”

“Oh, come on, there has to be something.”

“Wil, both of us have killed multiple people. I think whatever good we’ve done will get canceled out.”

“...right.”

They lay like that for a bit, enjoying just being there. Suddenly, Wilford picked his head up.

“What’s happening? You have a look? What is that look?” Dark furrowed his eyebrows.

“I have the best idea!” Wilford jumped up and ran to the closet.

“What?” Dark sat up.

“We are surprising our lover with romance!” He threw Dark’s suit at him, picking out his own at the same time.

“...and suits?”

“Yes! Well, your suit. It makes you look sexy.”

“Wil.”

“Their words, not mine!”

“Why are we--”

“It’s New Year’s, Dark! They’re stressed! They’re tired! They deserve a surprise! Where the Devil are my suspenders?”

“Wil, I don’t think--”

“That’s right, Dark. You don’t think. You can just sit there and look pretty while Wilford Lovemaster Warfstache plans it out!”

“Lovemaster?”

“I was due for a new middle name anyways. Chop chop!”

Dark hesitantly put on his suit while Wilford looked for his suspenders. He looked in the mirror, deciding whether he looked… “sexier” with or without a tie. He eventually decided without, even popping a few buttons of his dress shirt. Wilford walked back in, wearing a hot pink button up, yellow suspenders, and a blue bowtie.

“...hot!” He said before walking up next to Dark and taking a selfie of the two. Dark looked over his shoulder and watched him send it to you with the caption ‘your two special boys!’. He caught a look at some previous messages.

“Wil, what’s poggers?”

“New-fangled lingo, don’t worry about it. Do we have roses? Ask Illinois to bring us roses.”

“Wil, what is happening.”

“ROMANCE!” He yelled, exasperated. “Romance is happening, Dark.”

“Romance… right.”

“And suits, precisely. Come on, order Chinese from that place they like.”

“...is this a good idea? Suits and chinese?”

“It’s a fantastic idea, now order the goddamn food.”

--

Darkiplier and Wilford sat on the couch in your apartment, reading a book they’d found. Wil was leaning on Dark’s shoulder with one leg draped over his. There was a little time until New Year’s, and they really wanted to spend it with you. Dark would never admit it, but he missed you. Quite a lot, actually. You’ve weaseled your way into his heart and now he’s a little dependent. Wil would proudly scream it to the world if he could. Dark would never let him.

Dark glanced up at the clock, seeing the 11:00 time. He scowled, closing the book and tossing it to the other side of the couch. He leaned his head back and sighed. He debated calling you with Wilford beforehand, maybe even just to hear your voice on the voicemail, but he was sure that would be too needy of him. He has a reputation to uphold, thank you very much.

“Miss your other lover, Darkipoo?” Wilfor teased.

“Obviously. I’m used to two heat sources, not one.”

“Oh, am I not good enough for Mr. Darkiplier?”

“I never said that.”

“You were thinkin’ it.”

“You can’t read minds, Wil, stick to your interviews.” He said in a faux-mocking manner. They smiled at each other.

Dark shot up from the couch the moment he heard your key in the lock. He adjusted his suit, squared his shoulders, and cleared his throat. He couldn’t help a smile as he held a white rose, Wilford doing the same as he held a pink one.

So, of course, they jumped a little when you slammed the door behind you.

“Uh. Darling? Are you--”

“I fucking hate EVERYTHING!” You yelled. Dark blinked. He glanced at WIlford, who looked just as surprised. You paced around the living room, looking like you were about to commit murder. He shuffled closer to Wilford, and leaned in.

“Wil, what are we supposed to do?” He whispered.

“Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.” Wilford said in a voice that told Dark he was quoting something.

“Wil, I don’t know what the fuck that is.”

“It-It’s a meme-Do you just not go on the internet? Ever? Nevermind, just follow my lead.” He grabbed the roses, putting them in a nearby cup of water. He walked over to where you were and gently grabbed your shoulders. “Here, darling, sit, tell us about it.” 

He led you to the couch and sat you down, sitting next to you. He snapped his fingers at Dark, pointing to your shoulders. Dark hesitantly walked over and started to massage your shoulders. You sighed a little, relaxing. Wil nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

“There were so many assholes today, man.”

“Mm-hm. Tell Wilford about it.”

“There was this guy who kept asking where this one thing that we didn’t have was, this lady kept insisting her coupons were not expired, don’t even get me started on Jared and Melissa.” 

“Who are Jared and Melissa?” Dark asked.

“Oh, FUCK Jared and Melissa!” You suddenly got to your feet again and started pacing again.

“Y-Yeah, fuck Jared and Melissa!” Wil agreed. “Who are Jared and Melissa?”

“Hell if I know, just go with it, I’ll get the takeout.” Dark patted him on the back.

“Angel wasn’t even there to talk to today, God, I miss them so much already.”

“Angel is the coworker who…”

“Oh, they have the cats, Socks and Mittens.”

“Oh, so Angie--”

“Angie is Angelo, and he smokes weed in the back. He’s cool too. He was too high to fucking function today, though.”

“So, uh, where was Angel?” Wil looked back into the kitchen and saw Dark loading up their plates with the food. Wil suddenly remembered that he was wearing a pink shirt. He didn’t know whether the stains would be prominent and he did not intend to find out. He snuck away into the bedroom to change. Suits were a bad idea, he should’ve listened to Dark. 

He changed into a T-shirt with the design of a suit and some grey sweatpants and somehow made his way back to the living room before you’d finished your first sentence. You noticed this, because you stared at his change of clothes.

“...weren’t you wearing a suit? Like an actual one?”

“No.”

“But-”

“I wasn’t.”

“You sent me a picture.”

“The, uh… suits were… part of a different… situation…” He said, not knowing what the fuck he was actually saying to you. You seemed to get something from it because you said:

“Ah. I see.” Before going back to your rant. Wil looked at Dark as he walked into the living room. He wasn’t wearing the suit jacket, only the black dress shirt. He also had black pants instead of the white ones.

Wilford nodded and whispered “Good choice.” Dark nodded and whispered “I told you so.”, so Wilford flipped him off. Dark sat the plates down while Wil pushed you down by your shoulders. You buried your face in your hands and groaned. Wil rubbed a hand up and down your back while Darkiplier poured drinks. You rubbed your face before leaning back and letting them drop. You looked down at the food. Then at Wilford. Then at Dark.

“Am I… missing something?” You said in a small voice.

“Hm?” Wil tilted his head at you.

“I feel like something was supposed to happen. Did I ruin your plans?” You frowned, starting to feel guilty. 

“No, no, darling, you couldn’t ruin anything.” Wilford shifted closer to you and put his arm around your shoulders, rubbing up and down your arm.

“You sure? It feels like something I could do…”

“You could never because anything involving you is perfect.” Dark whispered after he gently took your chin in his hand and turned you towards him.

“Booooooo.” Wil called.

“Wha?”

“That was so cheesy, Dark.” You smiled.

“So sappy. Disgusting.” Wil agreed.

“Shameful.” You both shook your heads.

“Both of you can fuck off.” Dark huffed and crossed his arms. You kissed him, gently holding his face in your hands, making him smirk.

“Hey! How come the edgy one gets a kiss kiss!”

“You tricked me this morning, no kiss kiss for you!”

“Dark! Tell them!”

“You heard them, no kiss kiss.”

“Wh-”

“Hey, I have an idea! Why don’t we eat and watch shitty rom coms!”

“Don’t you wanna watch the clock?” Dark asked.

“Not particularly…” You looked down and the smile left your face. Wilford and Dark gave each other a look before they each took one of your hands and squeezed them.

“Ok. We can do that.”

--

The three of you laid in bed, you and Wilford cuddling into either side of Dark. Countdown forgotten, already passed a while ago. Dark still had his dress shirt and you were still wearing your work clothes. Dark stared at the ceiling, focusing on the sounds around his. 

The fireworks outside.

The clock ticking rhythmically.

The soft and constant breathing from his two favorite people.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to push down all the bad and intrusive thoughts.

What if I hurt them? What if they decide I’m not good enough? What if I’m not good enough?

No. No ‘what if’s. That doesn’t matter. What matters is they love him and he loves them. 

He looked down at you, your soft face squished into his arm, and he smiled at the warmth that bloomed throughout his chest. He looked over at Wilford and sucked in a breath when he found him staring at Dark.

“...can’t sleep?” Wilford said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

“No, I just…” He took a deep breath. “I just…”

“Wha happened?” You slurred, waking up. Dark flinched.

“Both of you should go back to sleep.”

“Why’re you awake then?” Wilford challenged.

“I was just… thinking.”

“About?” You yawned.

“About… how much I… love you two.” Both you and Wilford froze and Dark’s breathing sped up, scared he’d done something wrong.

“Awww, he wuvs us!” Wil giggled.

“How much do you wuv us, Dark?” You crossed your arms on his chest, resting your cheek against them and looking at Dark.

“...a lot.” He monotoned, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you wuv us soooo much?” Wilford batted his eyelashes.

“I’m starting to love you less and less.” Dark growled.

“Awwww he does!” You laughed

“Go. Back. To. Sleep. Please.” Darkiplier begged because Darkiplier does apparently beg, who would’ve thought.

“Yessir…” you said, another yawn taking over the word. You got back into your previous position, your arms gripping his and pressed into his side. Wilford took a similar one, just a little further up. You fell back asleep after a little bit, but the other two stayed awake.

“Happy you have both of your heatsources back?” Wilford whispered, a smile evident in his voice. Dark sighed, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of both his loves holding onto him like a lifeline. A ghost of a smile crossed his face.

“Yes. I am.”

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[mochegato]

Nannyette

Chapter 4 – It Couldn’t Hurt

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Tim shifted uncomfortably in the hallway.  He was not looking forward to this despite having volunteered for it.  He took a deep breath to steel himself for the confrontation.  Despite Dick and Kori checking in on Marinette in the hospital (and taking care of her hospital bill) and Dick, Kori, and Mar’i calling her a few days later, nobody had yet broached the identity discussion.  He looked up at the door and knocked.

He tapped his thighs restlessly while he waited for Marinette to open the door for him.  He barely kept his face from registering his surprise when the door was opened by a man.  Was Marinette dating someone?  Was she married?  It never occurred to him to think about her with someone else already.  It made sense though.  Someone as amazing as Marinette was bound to be with someone already.

“Can I help you?”  The man prompted him with a smile.

Tim almost jumped at the sound.  “Hi.  I was looking for Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

“You sound unsure if that’s who you’re looking for.” The man looked at him unsure.

“No.  Sorry. My name is Tim Drake.  I’m Dick Grayson’s brother.  Marinette was watching my niece when the attack on the zoo happened.  We wanted to check in on her and make sure she is still doing okay.”  He said more confidently.  “Dick would have come but he wanted to stay with his family and I pass by here on my way home anyway.” Tim lied easily.

“Ahh, so you’re Tim.” Adrien smiled at him.  Tim stared at him unsure what to say.  What did that mean?  Had she been talking about him?  She must have talked about him, how else would her boyfriend…husband? have heard of him. “It’s nice to meet you.  I’m Adrien.  I’m Marinette’s roommate/best friend/brother whichever you want to go with.” Adrien gave him a disarming smile and holding out a hand to him.  Noticing Tim’s expression he added, “Don’t worry, she’s only said good things about you.”

Tim shook his hand as another voice sounded from behind Adrien, “Did you say Tim?”  The voice didn’t sound like Marinette’s though.  Adrien chuckled and pushed the door open a bit to reveal a woman walking toward them.  “She was right, he is cute.  Hi, I’m Luz.  I’m Marinette’s friend and this idiot’s girlfriend.  It is very nice to meet you.”

“Love you too, Luz.” Adrien grinned pulling her over to him and kissing the top of her short black hair.

“Sorry, you were asking about Marinette.” Luz prompted. “She’ll be really happy to hear you were so interested.”

“Right,” Adrien interjected before Tim could respond. Tim looked over to Adrien and immediately was on guard.  Adrien had the same look in his eyes as Dick before he interfered in one of their lives. “You know, Luz and I were just talking about cancelling our plans tonight so we could stay home and watch Marinette. Today was harder on her than she had expected it to be.” He gave Tim an overly happy smile.  “But, if someone else could stay with her, that would help us out a lot.  I don’t suppose you would have time tonight.”

Luz’ eyes bugged out at Adrien and she slapped his arm.  “You can’t ask him to do that!  That is so rude.”  

Adrien pouted at her but Tim interrupted before she could lecture him more.  “No!” Tim cleared his throat.  “No,” he started, calmer this time, “I… uh… I can do that.  If you don’t think Marinette would mind.  We wanted to talk to her about a few logistical things anyway.”

Adrien’s eyes lit up and his smile grew impossibly wider.  “Perfect!” He exclaimed, grabbing his and Luz’ coats.  “She’s just getting out of the shower.  Feel free to get comfortable.  There’s food and drinks in the fridge.  I don’t know if she’ll be up for discussing logistics tonight though.  Like I said, she wasn’t expecting today to be as hard on her as it was and she’s pretty tired.  I think a nice relaxing night is all she can handle.”

Luz looked at Adrien incredulously but didn’t try to stop him.  She shook her head and turned to Tim as she put on her coat.  “Thank you for this.  We should only be a few hours, but don’t feel like you have to wait for us. She should be fine, we were really just going to stay to keep her company.  It’s not like she’s in any danger.  She’s past the danger period.”

“Not a problem.” Tim smiled reassuringly at them. “After everything she did for Mar’i, we are more than happy to help any way we can.”

Tim closed the door behind them with a deep breath. He really hoped Marinette wouldn’t get upset about him being there.  It couldn’t hurt, right?  She’d understand why he wanted to talk with her.  He turned to take off his coat and observe the apartment.  It was a warm feeling apartment with lots of pictures of Marinette and Adrien, together and in groups of their friends.  It was clear they were extremely close and had been for a very long time.  He smiled at a picture of Marinette when she was a teenager from high above Paris.  He studied the picture closer.  If he didn’t know better, he’d swear it was taken from the top of the Eifel Tower…

He was startled out of his focus when he heard a door opening and another closing.  He wondered if she was going to come out or just fall asleep.  He sighed, plopped down on the couch, and pulled out his laptop.  If he was going to be waiting alone for a while, he might as well get some work done.

A few minutes later he heard bare feet padding towards him from behind.  He was going to look up to see Marinette as she walked in, but he wanted to send the email he had just finished writing first.  He finally looked up when she rounded the corner of the couch.  Her eyes were closed and she was wrapped in a thick blanket. She plopped on the couch and fell over. He just barely got his laptop out of the way before her head hit his lap.

“I told you guys to go out.” She grumbled at him. “I don’t need a babysitter.  I am a babysitter.  I’m just tired and a pillow would be more comfortable than your lap anyway.”

Tim chuckled at her.  He grabbed one of the couch pillows and gently tucked it under her head.  “Better?” He asked quietly.

“Hmmm,” she responded affirmatively, eyes still closed. “Now go.  I’ll turn on a show and fall asleep to the sound in a few minutes anyway.  There is no reason for you to stay.  Go on your date.”

“I would but I don’t have a date tonight.” Tim said with a smile.  “My only plans for tonight were to come check on you.”

Marinette’s eyes flew open and she slowly turned her head to him, apprehension clear in her eyes.  As soon as she saw him she squeaked and sat up straight.  She swayed slightly in response to the rapid change in blood pressure.  Tim moved quickly to grab her and guide her slowly back to lay down on the pillow.

“I’m so sorry.  I saw short black hair and assumed you were Luz.  I’m so sorry.  I didn’t even really look.”  Marinette rushed out.

Tim smiled kindly at her and gently shushed her. He started carding his fingers through her hair to calm her down.  Adrien had told him that her body had already gone through a lot of stress today, he didn’t want to add any more.  “It’s okay. I got that.  You need to lay down though and let your body relax.  Do you want me to leave?”

She wanted to object but his hands felt too good in her hair.  It felt like they were pulling away the tension with each stroke.  “No,” she admitted closing her eyes again.  “I don’t want to keep you here if you have places to go though.  I really don’t need a babysitter.  Adrien’s just… Hey, where are Adrien and Luz anyway?  And how did you get in here?”

“I came by to check on you.  Adrien answered the door and let me in.  He and Luz went out on their date and asked if I’d be okay with staying for a little while.”  Tim said calmly, trying to assure her he was more than okay with staying with her.  “I would just go home and work on some paperwork alone anyway so I really don’t mind.  It’s nice to have someone else with me for a change.”

Marinette looked up at him unconvinced.  “Are you sure?  Adrien really shouldn’t have imposed on you like that.”

“I’m fine,” he assured her again.  “I might order some food, but I wanted to talk with you alone anyway.  Are you hungry for anything?”

“No, I’m just tired.”  She closed her eyes and turned on her side to get in a more comfortable position.  

“Have you eaten anything since lunch?” Tim asked knowingly.

She sighed.  “No, but I’m really not that hungry.”

“Did you eat anything at lunch?”

She turned to glare at him “No...”

“I’ll order food for us,” he decided with a determined nod.  “What do you feel like?  Pizza? Sushi?  Chinese?  Italian? Indian?”

She huffed at him.  “Fine.  Chinese, please.”

Tim nodded at her and after getting her order, called one of his favorite places to deliver for them.  He started stroking her hair to help her relax as he ordered. After a few minutes of silence and evened out breathing, Tim was convinced she was asleep and turned back to his laptop.  Marinette sighed contentedly and snuggled a bit further into the pillow.  “I suppose you want to talk about me knowing your identities.” She said tiredly.  “I haven’t told anyone, and I won’t.  I know how important secret identities are.”

He looked back at her surprised.  “Yes, but it can wait.  You’re too tired right now.  Maybe we can talk about where you learned those moves and how to stay that calm when we discuss the identities.  We saw the security video.  You were really impressive.  It looked like you had training.  I think you could probably keep up with us.”

She blushed at the compliment and angled her face more into the pillow trying to hide the blush.  “It’s not my first time in a dangerous situation.  We had them almost constantly in Paris for a few years. The goons were practically easy compared to some of the stuff we went through.”

“Yeah, we’re definitely talking about that comment later.” He stated with concern.  “For now, sleep.  Adrien said you had a rough day and I can wake you up when the food gets here.”

“Pft,” she scoffed.  “It wasn’t rough, my body is just a wimp right now.  All I had to do was give a presentation that I already had prepared.  I just had to talk and point and that kicked my ass.”

Tim chuckled at her and continued stroking her hair.  “Yeah, concussions tend to do that.”

They were quiet for a few minutes relaxing with each other’s presence until Marinette spoke up quietly.  “Is Dick firing me?”

“What?” Tim exclaimed louder than he meant to, jerking up and knocking Marinette off the pillow.  “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized as he tried to get her resituated. “Absolutely not.  He’s so impressed and happy with you I think he’s going to try to add you to the family.  I’m pretty sure I saw ‘how to adopt a legal adult’ in his search history.”

Marinette smiled in relief.  “Good.  I was afraid you guys were going to be upset with me or want to distance yourselves from me. But it wasn’t my fault.  Dick said it was okay to hide anywhere in the apartment when we played hide and seek and he left his suit in his closet.  I mean, I suspected before, but that was pretty definitive.” She babbled out quickly.

“Yeah, that… sounds like Dick.” Tim sighed.  

“I’d really miss Mar’i and you… all of you.” She added quickly.

“We’d miss you too.” He promised her.  “Mar’i would be heartbroken… and she wouldn’t be the only one.” He added quietly, continuing threading his fingers through her hair as he stroked it.

She hummed at him and sighed happily again, her breathing evening out again.  Tim opened his laptop on the side and started finishing some work. "That feels nice" she mumbled sleepily after a few minutes. "I like the way your hands feel."  He paused his ministrations and gaped at her, wondering how much of what she said he should take seriously. She was pretty out of it and concussions make you say strange things… but she had seemed pretty cognizant earlier and she did seem to enjoy him running his fingers through her hair. Did she like it because it was him or was it just the motion she enjoyed and anyone doing it would get the same reaction?  But she did say his hands… A blush took over his face as he started carding his fingers through her hair again.

After seemingly no time at all, the food arrived.  Tim jumped up to get the food, after carefully extracting himself from under Marinette, and set it all out for her, not allowing her to help with anything.  She rolled her eyes, but let him finish.  He watched her intently as she took her first bite.  She was determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right and eating was actually what she needed, more than sleep at that moment. But against her will, she let out a happy groan as soon as the food touched her tongue.  “So you like that food,” he commented with a smug smile.

She looked up at him with narrowed eyes, “I’m going to return this favor, you know.  Next time you’re so caught up in something you forget to eat, I’m going to find you and make you eat.”

He chuckled at her, “I’m sure Dick and Kon would appreciate the help forcing me into healthy eating and sleeping habits.”

She quirked her head to the side.  “Is Kon another brother?”

He smiled, looking down at his food, “No, no. He’s my partner.”

“Oh,” Marinette said quietly, lowering her eyes to her food.  So Tim hadn’t meant all those things he said, or rather, he did but as just a friend.  But that was okay… well no, it sucked really badly.  She had really loved the idea of them together and had been fantasizing about kissing his perfect lips.  But it made sense.  Tim was amazing, so of course he was already with someone.  

But still, he was fun to be around and he was Mar’i’s uncle, so if friends was how he wanted the relationship to progress, she’d agree.  She just needed to adjust how she reacted to his comments and stop thinking of how much she wanted to kiss him.  He didn’t want her like that.  She looked back up at him with a strained smile, “I’d love to meet him sometime.”  He smiled back excitedly, happily anticipating incorporating her into his life.

Chapter 5          

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Chapter 1 - Addicted to you.  

A/N: Here’s the first chapter of ATY! It’s set 2 months later and a bit has happened since the last chapter. I hope you like it 😘  

Tagging those who asked to be tagged but if you want to be added let me know!

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2018

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy! 😘  

2 Months later.

Both their flats had been sold and were going through the process of signing their properties over, they had viewed a few houses, none of which neither of them could see themselves living there.

They were viewing an old end terrace house one afternoon. Which had been recently renovated, as they walked in the stairs were on the left with a door at front which the estate agent said could be a separate dining room. The door opposite on the right was the living room and to the end of the hallway was the door to a spacious kitchen/dining room which had lead into the garden through some French doors.

For a house in London the garden was bigger than usual. Upstairs the 1st floor had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom with a freestanding tub. The loft which was the second floor had been converted into another bedroom with an en suite.

Both Laila and Harry couldn't believe how lovely this property was. It was perfect for them, it was on the edge of London, so not as busy as where their flat were.

It was an extra ten minutes travel time to the salon Laila worked at but this made her consider whether to go self employed. Harry's gym was five minutes closer, so work, travel wasn't an issue with him. They decided to put an offer in, a few days later they got the call saying another buyer had pulled out and if they were still interested the seller was willing to accept their offer.

Everything was going good for them even Vicky had been sent to prison for 3 years for criminal damage.

Remy was taking things super slow with Melissa but they were getting on well.

Moving in day.

"Lift with your legs Rem's." Alec calls over to him. "I....AM....FUCK! Laila, what the hell is in this box?" she looks over to him. "Erm...shoes, I think," she wanders over to him, checking out the box "Nope, Harry's weights!" she laughs, "No, wonder I can't lift it" he says as he's struggling with the box.

Harry wanders over taking the box off Remy and throws it onto his shoulder. "Alright, show off!" Remy calls after Harry as he picks up another box. Laila rolls her eyes at the both of them   grabbing a box herself, following Harry upstairs to their bedroom "So, Miss. Carelli, any regrets?" she looks over to him and laughs as she puts down the box "Just one!" she winks "Really?"

"Yeah, offering to get our friends a Chinese take away after they helped us unpack. When we could have had the place to ourselves and christened every surface." she says, her arms loop around his neck and he sighs, "We were stupid! Why did we do that?" he chuckles.

"We were!" she kisses his lips, he moves them backwards until she's pressed between him and the bedroom wall. He invades her mouth, they hear footstep coming up the stairs and they spring apart "We better get the rest of these boxes in before I won't be able to pull away" he pulls her with him.

Later.

Laila is sat on the sofa with Priya and Katrina "This is such a lovely house. I have house envy" Katrina tells her, "We were very lucky to find this place, some of the other places were awful!"

Priya looks out to the hallway at Harry and Will trying to get their new bed up the stairs "Moving in with Popeye is why I'm green with envy! I bet he just throws you over his shoulder with ease! If Chris tried that with me, he'd end up throwing his back out" Priya laughs.

"Aww poor, Chris!" Laila laughs. "He might not be able to do that, but he certainly is able to do other things!" Priya winks, Laila pretends to gag "Max has no trouble throwing me over his shoulder." Katrina adds "Oh my god! Please stop I don't want to picture my brothers in that way!"

The three girls laugh sipping their wine.

Laila wanders into the kitchen to get a top up, Chris, Arthur and Max are in there filling their plates again "Hey, you three!" Max nods with his mouth full. "Alright, Laila! Thanks for this!" Chris smiles as he nods towards the Chinese takeaway "No, thank you guys for helping us move in," she smiles at the three guys. "If you need any help with anything give us a shout, especially if you guys are going to pay in booze and food," Arthur chuckles.

"Yeah, same goes for me!" Max winks at his sister, Chris shook his head at his brother. "Well, I for one am glad to see you happy again!" he pulls her in for a hug. "Aww... thanks, Chris!" Laila blushes, "I didn't think I'd see you in love again after Josh but just the way you two look at each other. I've got nothing to worry about."

Laila kisses her brother on the cheek "He is a lovely bloke," Max winks over at her. "I just glad he's moved on after that last chick, she did a number on him," Arthur says as he makes his way over to her, he looks towards the door as if to check the coast is clear "The truth is I never liked her, there was just something about her that was..well....off. Even dad didn't warm to her..EVER! Then he meet you as soon as he mentioned you to us you could tell you had him hooked." Laila blushes at his words "He has me just as hooked," she laughs.

After she tops up her glass she goes in search of him "There you are!" he's upstairs with Will putting up their bed "Hey gorgeous, where's the bed sheets?" he looks up at her. "I'm pretty sure they are in a box in here," she starts looking through the boxes. "Harry, you hold it up and I'll bolt this end" Will orders him, Laila watches him lifting the side of the bed that is attached to the headboard while Will bolts the foot of the bed to it.

His arms are bulging while he lifts it, Harry notices her looking "Like something you see?" he smirks at her "Maybe!" she winks at him and he laughs, "Hello guys, I'm still here!" Will shook his head "We better stop or he will and we can't test it out later gorgeous!" Harry teases "You two need to get a room!" Will says. "We do but you're in the way!" Harry jokes.

Laila laughs, "Stop whining him up!" Laila finds the bedding "I'll put this over here, thanks for the helping, Will" she places the bedding on the dresser.

Later.

After everyone had left they climbed into bed "Our first night in our new home!" she says as she cuddles up to him, he strokes her hair as she lays her head on his chest. "First of many," she lifts her head and looks up at him, he claims her lips before flipping her onto her back, his body covered hers.

He grinds his hips against hers, letting her know he isn't ready for sleep just get.

A few days later.

Laila finishes work early because a client canceled, she walks through the front door and can hear drilling coming from the separate dining room. She calls out to Harry confused as he was supposed to be at work, "Harry?" she steps closer to the door when it swings open. "Laila?! You're home early!" he says coming out of the room, closing it behind him "I could say the same to you! What are you doing in there?" she asks.

"Nothing, how was work?" he tries to change the subject "Harry, why are you changing the subject?" she asks him, he shrugs his shoulder, "I don't know what you mean!" she decides to try and push pass him to have a look, but he stops her "OK, you know that idea you gave me about turning it into a home gym...well, I decided to do it. But at the moment it's a bit of a mess in there I want to show you once it's completed, so will you promise to stay out until its done?" she smiles at him "I'm glad you decided to do it and I promise to keep our until you've finished" he sighs with relief.

A Weeks later.

Laila is finishing up at work when Harry wanders into the salon "Hey gorgeous, you ready?" he smiles at her. "Yeah, I'll just grab my bag.”

As they're walking down the road Harry can't stop smiling "Why are you grinning like an idiot?" she asks, "Max and I got the room finished today, so when we get home, I can finally show you," she links her fingers through his "This is where part where I'll hardly ever see you because your working out," she winks at him "Nah, I think you're get more use out of it then me!"

She laughs, "I've told you I don't like working out in gyms." she nudges him "Who said anything about working out," he winks at her and she blushes.

When they arrive home Harry stops her, "Wait, you need to put this on!" he hands her a blindfold "Really? I don't need this for a home gym!" he sighs, "Please? For me!" she huffed "Fine!!" placing it over her eyes Harry leads her into the converted room "Just around this corner."

"Corner? What corner?" she asks, confused "I put in a wall, so when you walk through the door you have to come round to see it. Now stand there" his lips brush her ear, "I'm going to pull it off on 3, OK?" she nods "1.....2......3" the blindfold is off her eyes adjust, but she's confused "Harry....."

"What?....Where's the g..? What's this?" she asks, he smiles "Laila, you have been on about getting your own salon for ages then we found this place and it cut into the money your parents gave you. So, it cut into your dream...I was speaking to my parents when my dad gave me the idea, then I spoke to Max. He did all the work for free, but I had to pay for the materials, Nikki came by one day and caught us, she knew a place to get all the salon equipment at a discount. I didn't ask her but I thought if you wanted you two could run this place together?"

Laila stands there in shock not quite believing he has done this for her "Harry...I.." he sighs, "You hate the wallpaper don't you?" he runs his hands down his face, she cups his face "Harry, I love it...this is the most sweetest, kindest and amazing thing anyone has ever done for me! I can't believe you did this instead of converting it into a gym." He smiles at her "I can work out at work! I just thought you deserved this after what you did, so we could get this place." she grins.

"Have you tried out the chairs yet?" she asks and he shook his head "Why don't you take a sit Mr. Taylor?" she winks at him.

As soon as he sits, she straddles him and runs her fingers through his hair, he grips her hips "Not sure I need a haircut." she looks down at him "Hmmm....we'll just have to see what other services you can use!" she winks, his lips quickly find her as they test out the sturdiness of the chair.

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A few days later Laila hands in her notice and she convinces Nikki to work with her and Daniel because Nikki can only work part time.

The three of them are excited about this new opportunity.

Will it be a match made in heaven?

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 2.

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Hi! So yeah here are some prompts because honestly I need ideas. I also want to start writing more, as in almost everyday. Mainly because I am bored so.... anyways. Side note some of these are pretty lengthy, I hope that doesn't bother you :)

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Someone searching for the perfect gift for their partner.

Love at first sight

Two unlikely people falling in love

You are a zookeeper and a guest keeps using dumb animal puns like "You are foxy" and "You are dino-mite" around you.

You thought your crush was one-sided till this happens.....

You're at a party when you spot a ex. Quick, you urgently have to pretend to be dating the nearest person, who happens to be very attractive.

"I think I've fallen in love with my self-professed mortal enemy."

You have a crush on a coworker, and that crush is somehow revealed during a company-wide meeting.

Everyday, you return to your apartment and say “Honey, I’m home. Oh wait, that’s right, I live alone.” But one day, a voice replies, “I picked some pizza.”

Well, that was a New Year's Eve kiss you won't forget anytime soon.

Two mortal enemies fall in love when they're trapped in an elevator together and begin to see the other person's perspective.

Tell a secret that you’ve never told to the person you love

when a broken heart led to something you’d never have expected.

someone (or something) you loved that you shouldn’t have.

All of our friends ditched us and we're the only people to turn up for the Marvel movie marathon. Turns out a lot of things can happen in 59 hours and 7 minutes.

"From behind I thought that you were my relative, which is why I tapped you on your shoulder, but honestly you're much hotter."

A chance meeting at the airport might just turn out to be the start of something new.

You are a regular at the coffee shop and the cute barista keeps mispelling your name. But it's been too long and you don't know how to tell them that without it being awkward.

Your partner takes you on a date to a place you would never expect.

Cupid offers to shoot an arrow into the person you love. He warns you that if the person already has a pre-existing affection towards you, it will disappear when the arrow strikes.

Two characters who are perfect for one another are foiled by bad timing.

Your flight was cancelled due to the snowstorm and now you can't spend Christmas with your family. You're wallowing, watching sappy romances on TV, and your Chinese food is on order. Who would've thought that the Chinese delivery guy would be your new holiday romance?

You promised your high school sweetheart that you'd support him throughout his pro football career, and now, seven years later, he is the poster child for the NFL. You are doing your best to remain by his side, but you are also forging your own path as a personal trainer. As the two of you start to drift apart, will your relationship survive the pressure or will fame get to him?

Your friend can't wait to introduce you to her new beau. She's been talking about him nonstop and you're actually a little nervous to meet him. When he walks through the door your jaw drops. You would know that face anywhere

The two of you are best friends in college. You ask him to fix you up with some of his single friends. He secretly likes you and decides to hook you up with friends that he knows won't work out. During the last disastrous date you go on, your date reveals the plan to you. At first, you're angry, but then you realize the lengths your best friend is willing to go through and you decide to try going out with him.

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Could you do #40 cancelled holiday party? Thank you!

40. i just found out that a friend of a friend of a friend isn’t hosting their annual holiday party this year, so now how am i going to have my annual run in with you?

from winter writing prompts here

happy xmas eve, if you celebrate it!

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Newt doesn’t really have many friends, and certainly not enough to warrant a flood of party invitations come December, but for the past few years he’s been able to rely pretty consistently on at least one. Back when the band was still together, his drummer had a pretty cool girlfriend who would sometimes let them tag along as the entertainment for parties around town, and her brother (who was almost as cool as her) ended up liking the way they sounded so much he invited them back to his own parties a couple times. Then he dated Newt’s guitarist, and then he broke up with Newt’s guitarist, and then he dated Newt, and then he broke up with Newt, and it sort of fell apart from there (and so did the band), but the breakup was actually pretty amicable, and he’s never failed to extend the invitation to Newt for his annual holiday bash as a courtesy. And Newt’s never failed to make an appearance. What’s there not to like, you know? It’s free booze, free food, and the chance to not feel like a total loser loner for once. Plus…well. Another reason.

But this year isn’t looking too good for Newt.

“Sick?” Newt says. “What do you mean he’s sick?”

“I mean,” Newt’s ex-drummer says, irritably, “he’s sick. Caught the flu or something. I don’t know, Jackie just wanted me to call and tell you, she didn’t give me any details.”

“Couldn’t he have called me himself?” Newt says.

“No,” Newt’s ex-drummer says, “I told you, he has the flu, he’s totally out of it, man. Party’s off this year. Hey, did you get our Christmas card?”

“What? Oh. Yeah,” Newt sighs. He tacked it up on his fridge: the two women with their arms around each other, one pink-haired, one blue-haired, holding up their cat in the middle like it was their son or something. Clever. Quirky. Newt just makes a generic Tweet mid-December wishing everyone a happy holiday season and calls it a success—less effort. “Yeah, it was cute. It’s definitely cancelled? He can’t just, I don’t know, take some Advil or something and—”

“Newt,” she says.

“Yeah, okay, fine,” Newt says. “Tell Jackie to tell him to—get well soon? Soon enough for New Year’s, maybe? Because it would be great if—”

She hangs up on him. Newt probably deserved it.

He stalks Jackie’s brother’s Facebook for a bit after the phone call to make sure he’s not just lying about the flu to get out of inviting Newt to the holiday bash he’s definitely having. It becomes clear pretty quick it’s pretty legit—he’s made exactly one post in the last few days, and it’s a selfie of him looking absolutely horrid in his bed, advising everyone to not be like him and get their flu shots. Not lying, then. Damn it. There’s not even going to be anything for Newt to crash.

“Damn it,” Newt groans, and slams his laptop shut.

In all honesty, Newt’s not pissed about missing the party itself. He’s pissed about missing the party guests. How else is he going to have his annual spat at the snack table with his mortal enemy, Dr. Bitchy, British, Badly-Dressed Gottlieb?

Mortal enemy is too strong. Rival, maybe? Though certainly not a friendly one. He’s fond of Dr. Gottlieb, really, in some insane, backwards kinda way, like he’s a specimen Newt would love nothing more than to cram under a microscope and study up close. What makes him tick? What makes him scowl like that, yell at Newt—more or less a stranger—like that, attend the same party year after year like that only to stand in the darkest corner like a vampire and avoid every single other person? The first time they met was at the party three years ago, when Dr. Gottlieb loudly accused Newt of deliberately snagging the last cucumber finger sandwich because he somehow knew Dr. Gottlieb was eyeing it up, too, and only did it to annoy him, and it’s only gone downhill from there. Or maybe uphill. He fascinates Newt.

He’s also insanely attractive to Newt. Bitchy, British, Badly-Dressed, but, my God, what a set of cheekbones, what a set of eyes, what a big ‘ole mouth that Newt can only assume would be awesome for kissing. And only a few inches of height on Newt, too; he wouldn’t even need to stretch up that far to test out his hypothesis.

Since Newt has Facebook open, he does another search for Dr. Gottlieb—Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, technically, though he’s furious whenever Newt tries to call him anything other than his full title. If Newt was normal, he’d just shoot the guy a friend request or something. A simple message. He just stalks his page instead, which makes him feel the sting of the cancelled party even more keenly: Dr. Gottlieb doesn’t post, like, any pictures of himself, but the ones he’s been tagged in by his company and someone who appears to be his brother make it very clear very fast that he kinda just got even hotter over the year. He’s started wearing his oversized glasses on a librarian chain, and his haircut—which had always been a severe sort of undercut—has grown out up top to be adorably poofy. Tragic.

He shoots his ex-drummer a text later. Can you ask Jackie to ask about that Gottlieb guy that’s there every year? Like, what’s his deal?

The reply comes later, while Newt is reheating some leftover Chinese takeout for dinner. they’re friends w gottlieb’s younger bro. mostly invite him to be nice.

“Figures,” Newt mutters.

Well, if there won’t be a party at which to have their annual run-in, Newt is simply going to have to orchestrate a run-in himself. The first step is finding out where Gottlieb works.

Newt picks a miserable day to set his plan into action. A snowstorm swept through the city a few days prior, and before the sidewalks were even finished dethawing, a sleet storm followed and turned them into eighty-percent sheets of ice. And then more snow comes. Newt slips and slides all the way to the cafe across from Gottlieb’s humble little robotics research facility, cursing himself for not having invested in proper winter boots yet. Docs are practical and cool, but they could be warmer, and Newt’s are so old the treads are basically nonexistent. He orders himself the most expensive coffee on the menu as a reward for his troubles and claims a chair near the large shop window in front, underneath a hanging fern. He would simply wait and watch for Gottlieb to walk out. The man had to walk out eventually. Lunch break, or coffee break, or even just clocking out for the day. He had to.

“Would you like to see our sandwich menu, sir?” a waitress asks Newt. “We have a new—"

“Nah, no thanks,” Newt says. He doesn’t tear his eyes away from the window. “You don’t have to call me sir, by the way. It makes me feel old. Does a Dr. Gottlieb ever come here?”

The waitress snorts involuntarily; she flushes a second later. “Sorry,” she says. “It’s just that—yes, Dr. Gottlieb comes in a lot, and he’s kind of…”

“Awful?” Newt grins.

“Particular,” the waitress says. “He has us remake his coffee if it’s not perfect enough for him. And we have to write out the whole thing, Dr. Gottlieb, on his cup, every time. He tips really well, though, so we don’t really mind.”

“Has he come in today yet?” Newt says.

She opens her mouth as if to answer the question, but then furrows her eyebrows. “Why do you want to know, anyway? Are you guys friends?”

“Not really,” Newt says. Deciding it’s not worth the effort to explain the complex homoeroticism of his dynamic with Gottlieb, and to random waitress who probably doesn’t give a shit at that, he amends “I mean, yes. Good friends. I’ll see that sandwich menu, actually.”

Newt has a nice breakfast of avocado and egg on a bagel, and pretends to do work on his laptop for a few hours, but—to his disappointment—Dr. Gottlieb doesn’t come in for a coffee. Newt doesn’t catch sight of any familiar dark-haired, scowling men walking in or out of the institute, either. Gottlieb must have off today. Maybe it’s for the best, anyway; Newt’s not totally sure what he would’ve done if he ran into the guy on the street, or how he would have even explained why he’s there to Gottlieb if he did. He was just sort of operating under the assumption he’d figure it out in the heat of the moment. He calls it quits around three in the afternoon, not wanting to walk home in the dark after sunset. “Happy holidays,” he tells the baristas gloomily, and steps out into the snow with one last cardboard cup of coffee.

He mulls it all over in his head as he avoids ice patches and passersby on the way home. Should he ask for Dr. Gottlieb’s number? Is it weird to ask your ex, or even his sister, for the number of a guy you’re sorta-interested in? Newt supposes it’s weird to invite your ex to a holiday party in the first place, but he really wasn’t lying about it being amicable. Maybe he wouldn’t care. He could always just send that fucking Facebook friend request. Or he could just wait until next year. It’s just a year.

He’s so distracted that he doesn’t notice the patch of ice directly in front of his apartment until he’s already stepping on it, and his stomach flips in a way that lets Newt knows he’s just fucked up; his worn-out boot loses traction, his arms pinwheel, his coffee goes flying, and he lands—

In someone’s arms?

Well, even that’s not totally right. He lands mostly in someone’s arms, but he hears a little oof, an exclamation of surprise, and then they both topple over and into a snowbank. The coffee lands somewhere next to Newt’s head. “Bugger,” a familiar voice groans.

Newt sits up. Dr. Gottlieb is laying on his back next to him, wrapped in a green parka and about three scarves. To Newt’s relief, he doesn’t look angry. More embarrassed than anything else. “Apologies,” he says. “You were heavier than I’d anticipated. Or perhaps I was not as strong as I anticipated.”

“I appreciate it anyway, dude,” Newt says.

He gets to his feet, locates Gottlieb’s cane from where it’s somehow landed on the other side of the sidewalk, then tugs Gottlieb to his feet as well. Gottlieb makes a face as he rights himself. “You ought to watch yourself, and be more careful,” he says. “You could break your neck next time.”

“Worried about me?” Newt says. He dusts some snow off Gottlieb’s shoulders. “What are you doing outside my apartment, dude?”

“Er,” Gottlieb says.

He goes a strange shade of pink, and clears his throat. “I fancied…a walk. In the snow. Fresh air. And I just happened to be—er—” He clears his throat again. “I happened to discover you lived here, and my walk happened to take me by. I wasn’t looking for you, if that’s what you’re implying. Or waiting for you. I have better things to do with myself.”

“Really?” Newt says. “’Cause I was looking for you.”

“Oh,” Gottlieb says.

He really is cute right now, with his red-tipped ears, his dumb coat, his dumb scarves, the snow sticking to his back and his poofy hair. Sticking to his long eyelashes. It’s the first time Newt’s ever seen the guy not, like, at least mildly annoyed at him; it’s doing something funny to his heart. “Hey, you wanna come in for a coffee or something?” he says. “Mine kinda spilled, and I could go for another.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” Gottlieb says.

Newt grins. “Come on, I know you want to. It’s cold as shit out and you’ve clearly been out here for a while. We can order a pizza or something, too.”

“Well,” Gottlieb says, and he ducks his head as he finally smiles back. It’s worth the wait, because my God, is it cute, all broad and crooked. Newt has the feeling not too many people get to witness it. “Perhaps for a bit. I was hoping to discuss your latest article with you, you know, and was very put out when I learned I wouldn’t be seeing you at the party this year.”

“Oh?” Newt says. He holds out his hand, and Gottlieb startles visibly a moment before taking it. Newt can feel how cold Gottlieb is even through his thick red mitten—he could use a little warming up. Newt can light a fire in the fireplace he rarely uses…maybe break out some wine…it’ll be nice and romantic… “Did you like it?”

“Not in the slightest,” Gottlieb says cheerily.

“Just what I was hoping,” Newt says. “After you, Doctor.”

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 12: Final Home Exercise Program

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Dawson)

Summary: Our lovers spend one last night together and the next morning have a serious discussion about their future after more new information comes to light about Sy’s upcoming training. Can the new relationship sustain the stress? Are Shane’s feelings justified, or can they overcome what lies before them?

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Warnings:  Language, mature themes, smut, angst…well, near angst. As angsty as I get.

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Sy's last two PT appointments could not have gone better. On paper, anyway. He was at full strength in his injured knee, his range of motion was better than it was in the so-called good knee, and he hadn't complained of pain above a 2/10 in the last five sessions. He'd even been using the treadmill properly the last two weeks, working up to his own goal of running again. Her goals for him were met…they could have probably stopped a session short, but she'd wanted to give him a few more handouts to finalize his HEP…and well, she'd be in major trouble for saying so, but…she couldn't stand the thought of cancelling that last visit. It felt like quitting, even though it would have been justified.

In practice, however, there was a tension between them that had never existed before. Something creating awkward energy that they couldn't seem to shake. They hadn't seen each other much outside of therapy this week, either. Not since the night of their argument. Sy had to do a lot of prep for his trip to Virginia, and Shane's caseload this week had been ridiculous. Dozens of evaluations and updates and calls to various companies on different kinds of splints and orthotics she was hoping to get for a few of her patients. A lot of time spent on the phone meant a lot of after-hours documentation. She needed a break. Even if it meant she'd have to do some work over the weekend. Sy was leaving tomorrow to get settled in Charlottesville before the big training course began. She didn't want them to be apart on his last night home for a month.

"Hey, as a celebration of your discharge from PT and your new career trajectory, how about dinner on me tonight?"

"But…you don't really want me to leave town…or to be done with therapy. Not that I, myself, won't miss you feeling me up in public." he smirked as she took his last set of range of motion measurements, her hands gently holding one arm of her goniometer to the side of his thigh…suddenly too aware of him.

"Not entirely true. I'm glad you're better, I'll just miss seeing you through the day. It breaks up the…" she sighed "the monotony of my daily life. Also, why would I want you to leave town? What would that say about me as your girlfriend?" she explained.

"S'pose you're right."

"In this case, yes. Yes I am." She winked at him.

They finished up and she gave him a few more exercises to keep in his arsenal to maintain strength and range in both knees.

"Okay, now, I won't be around to harass you about these, but keep doing them regularly, and just modify them as I've notated if they get too easy. Try to just do more reps, though. I wouldn't try to bulk it up just yet, and that's what you'll do with more weight added."

"Yes, ma'am." he said for old time's sake. She shook her head and smirked.

"And listen, please. This is your physical therapist talking right now. Be careful and mindful during … your cross country training." she wanted to call it "Survivor-Virginia," but refrained. She knew it would get his hackles up. And she was taking enough of a chance insisting that he be careful. "Nature has perils for the perfectly fit. The already injured are at a disadvantage from the gate. Mind your footing. And try not to run unless you have to. Uneven surfaces are not your friend just yet. You still need to work up to that. If you want, I'll help you with it when you get back. Just…don't undo all this work we've done together."

He seemed to see his woman peeking out from behind the mask of his therapist. Concern coloring the neutral and clinical advice she was giving him.

"I'll do my best, sunshine." he held her by the arms and kissed her forehead. It felt too intimate for the setting, but they had done worse. "I'll see ya tonight then?"

"Yeah, I'll bring some food by your place after work. What do you want?"

"Hmmm…I'll let you know." he kissed her cheek and left.

The next hour was her lunch, so she had time to contemplate what seeing him walk out for the last time had made her feel. She sighed, and started to well up, getting out her lunch bag to begin eating and documenting when a knock came at the door frame.

It was Sy, looking forlorn and manic and altogether a mess. Very unlike himself.

"I got out to the truck and something just felt wrong about the way I left today. As if it was any other day. Not our last session. You were trying to get that to land…I'm a little slow. But I finally got it." he walked to her, grabbing her up from her chair in a hug that mended all of the broken parts of her. Squeezed her back together when she'd been damn near falling apart. "Shane, you…you did more than just make me better. You've…made me better. Happier. Whole. I'll never be able to thank you properly for all of this, but…I intend to try for as long as you'll let me."

He held her while her tears fell softly onto his Def Leppard shirt. This was what she needed. For him to simply hold her, complete her, love her.

"Also, I think I'd like Chinese food tonight." she laughed into his neck.

"You idiot."

"You still like me."

"I do. And you don't need to worry about thanking me, Sy. You return the favor daily by just…being you…and being mine." She pulled him in to a ferociously sexy kiss, her hands in his hair, still too short for her liking, but getting there.

He broke away, neither wanting it to end, but both knowing it must, all the same.

"I thought we couldn't do this at your work?" he inquired, slightly out of breath.

"We couldn't do this while you were a patient. You're officially discharged. Last appointment over. All I have to do is sign your note and it's a done deal. But now…if you wanted to drop by for lunch sometime when you get back from training for your fancy job…we could…make it a regular occurrence." she smiled up into his entrancing blue eyes, sparkling with promise.

"I like the sound of that, sunshine." he gave her one more chaste kiss before his official goodbye. "See ya tonight."

As she watched him leave, she remembered thinking to herself one day how he probably used to take very confident strides…that hardly did his walk justice.

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She ordered their favorites, four entrees total, so they had options, crab rangoon, egg rolls, dumplings, the works. She would be happy to eat off the leftovers all weekend. She wasn't fussy. She loved leftover Chinese takeout.

He met her at the door, having advance warning of her arrival from the canine burglar alarm, Aika.

"You got her. Good girl." he said sweetly thanking the pup for sounding off the Twilight Bark throughout the neighborhood.

"Hello!" She handed off the food to Sy and scratched at the German Shepherd's ears the way she liked, her tail wagging with joyous speed.  

"I thought we could set up a buffet on the coffee table downstairs while we watch TV?"

"Sounds great!" She said, with an enthusiasm that sounded almost forced. She wasn't able to fully shake this foreboding she felt saying goodbye to him, no matter how long they'd be apart.

Sy grabbed plates and silverware while Shane got them some beverages, and they headed downstairs, Aika knowing her boundaries did not extend to the basement except by invitation, whined at their descent. Sy wasn't having it.

"Oh, don't give us that sob story, ya brat." he rolled his eyes at Shane.

"Aww, can't she come down with us?"

"No way. I want you all to myself." a devilish smirk twitched up the corners of his mouth making him even more handsome.

"Aika has nothin' on you. You're the real dog." she teased.

"I make no excuses or arguments. I'm gonna be selfish with you tonight." they put the food and supplies on the coffee table and he caught her up into his arms. He seemed to want to inhale her into his lungs.

"Mmmm, as endearing as I've always found generosity, I really like the sound of that." She let out a huff of amusement.

They spent an uncharacteristically short amount of time choosing something to watch. They'd already started a miniseries together, and they wanted to finish it before Sy left. It was a British political thriller with a lot of intrigue and quite a bit of sex. They only had two hours left, so they finished it quickly as they ate.

They decided to put on something familiar afterward. Die Hard. Which they both quoted with ridiculous precision. They were cuddled into each other on the big sectional, lulled into comfort by the familiar security of the dialogue and the warmth of the other.

Soon, Sy's hand found its way to Shane's thigh. It inched its way inside and up. She felt like he could hear her heart rate quicken, just as she knew he could hear her breaths come with more effort due to his touch.

She looked at him, and despite her apprehension about his decision to leave her so early in their relationship, she wanted him. She'd known for so long now. It felt like forever, for longer than they'd even known one another. A ridiculous notion. But with that same gaze, she begged him to continue. The signal was not lost on the captain. His mouth punished hers in a kiss so deliciously violent and needy she thought there was no way he couldn't feel the same for her. She pushed to the back of her busy mind all of the negative emotions the kiss brought up, the confusion as to how and why he was going to leave her when he clearly needed her just as badly as she needed him, and just let this beautiful moment become what it would.

As hard as that was to do.

The way he touched her was a pretty effective distraction. One hand held her firmly against his mouth by the nape while the other built friction in her over her jeans. She felt her body's primal responses of the building pressure and her hands gripping at his shirt. His guttural moan at her answering touch only fueled the inferno in her. She needed more of him. She thrust up into his hand wantonly. He took himself away from her, cruelly, but to be so very kind, she would soon see. He undid her jeans and tugged them down, along with her panties. In the process, he repositioned her conveniently at the edge of the sofa. He scooted the coffee table out of the way enough to kneel before her. He tortured her with kisses from her knee up her inner thigh on both sides before continuing those kisses where she really needed them.

His warm breath hit her first and she arched, aching in anticipation for the corporeal. He looked up at her with his dervish's grin, seeing the desire on her face and feeling it course through her body, and although he was a better man than her previous lovers, and a better man than most, no man was so good that making his woman feel like this didn't make him feel like a god.

"Darlin', you're so gorgeous like this." he said as he teased her with his mouth. Her words failed. She had only unintelligible syllables for him. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed thoroughly amused by her speechlessness. Amused and encouraged. She'd never felt like this before. His lips and tongue worked over her trembling flesh, both as familiar paths and brand new territory. Discovering the new and remembering the familiar, all at once.

"Sy." she whispered, so close to her peak, and needing him to continue, but unable to do more than moan his name.

"I know, sugar. I know it won't be long. Whenever you're ready, sweetheart."

And she fell apart under his expert touch. He soothed her body down from the climax and asked her if she was ready for bed.

"I think not!" she replied. "The movie isn't over." and she pulled him up to her by the cheeks into another crushing kiss and guided him to the couch. She kicked her bottoms off her ankles to avoid tripping and repositioned herself between his legs as he'd done with her.

"You don't have to, sunshine." he caressed her jaw.

"I know, babe. I want to. Let me do this for you." He was always eager to taste her but she'd yet to return the favor at his own request. She was done letting him decline. She didn't want him leaving without giving him this small parting gift.

It wasn't as if she was unfamiliar with how big he was. She'd touched him, and had him inside her…but seeing him this close was different. She fully appreciated what a feat it was to take him.

She started in with her own tricks, which made him moan, just as planned. His hands laced gently and lovingly in her hair as she worked her mouth and hands over him. She looked up at him after a few moments to gauge his reaction and couldn't have been more pleased. His expression was one of pure, tortured bliss. She felt so powerful.

"Angel, I'm not gonna last much longer." she took that as her cue to get on top of him.

She joined their bodies with a groan of ecstasy that he echoed. She gripped his shoulders as she moved against him, slow and measured at first, but becoming more frantic and erratic as she chased her climax. One hand remaining on her hip, the other came to her chin and directed her gaze to him. Her eyes, blazing with desire, met his, full of tears. She fell against his lips, as she climbed higher, needing that final push to send her over. Which it did, tumbling into that familiar bliss, that she'd have to savor for…well, too long. She didn't want to think too hard about that. This would be their last night together for several weeks. And she wanted to make the most of it. She looked at him, nodded, and after a few more thrusts, he came to his own pinnacle with a shudder beneath her, clutching at her back, resting his head on her sternum. She held him there, and took a few cleansing breaths with her own cheek pressed against his lengthening hair. She stroked the ones at the back of his neck for a moment as they came down from their impossible high.

"Shall we continue this upstairs?" she asked as the cheery, festive, and entirely out-of-season notes of "Let It Snow" played on the TV with the rolling credits of Die Hard. He grinned.

"Yeah, if I still have bones in my legs." he kissed her neck, just above the collar of her tee. "And I'll come down later and clear all this up. We'll just have to close the door so Aika doesn't come down and have herself a party. She's a good dog, but I'm not about to tempt her."

Shane carefully slid off of Sy's lap, attempting not to make too much of a mess, grabbed her panties and slipped them on for the walk to Sy's room.

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The musical chiming of Sy's phone alarm came too damned early. They'd barely slept, not wanting to waste a moment together. When they finally nodded off after their last round of fervent love-making, they wrapped themselves around one another and were both out like lights in no time. Now he was untangling himself from her to turn the noise off and presumably begin the process of getting ready to leave for the airport. He only snoozed it, though, and pulled her more tightly against his bare, hairy chest.

"What time is it?" She asked, bleary from lack of sleep and extreme fatigue. Not that she was complaining.

"Seven. But my flight doesn't leave until 10, and it's just from the base. There's a flight leaving there for  Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport and I'm hitchin' a ride with them."

"Oh good. I had anticipated we'd have to drive to Springfield, or even St. Louis this morning." She would do it for Sy, of course, but she wasn't looking forward to a six hour minimum round trip, half of which she would have to make alone.

"Nah, and I'm hoping to work something out for the return trip, too, but I'll let you know about that, then. I've made those open ended, though, because I don't know about the return date."

"Sure. God, that's so…crazy. Not in a bad way, just, I can't imagine leaving home without a clear plan on when I'd be back. Of course, knowing it won't be more than a month helps, I guess."

"Yeah."

"And really, a part of me has dreamed of living a sort of nomadic existence since I was very young, so I definitely see the romance in it."

"Totally agree. Hey, I'm hungry. How about we get ready and I'll buy ya breakfast?" He seemed evasive, but she was hungry, too, so she let it go.

"Sounds great!"

They got up and showered together, keeping the sexy time to a minimum given the current time constraints they'd now placed upon themselves. If they didn't hurry, they'd never get out of Cracker Barrell in time to get him to the base.

He loaded his bag in her cargo space and they headed off to the restaurant, which was hopping with traffic on a Saturday morning, as was expected. But since there were only two of them, they got a table without waiting.

They ordered coffees, and Cokes, not super healthy, but hey, this wasn't a daily occurrence. It was a splurge.

Sy ordered some massive and meaty breakfast spread that sounded like a heart attack waiting to happen, while Shane kept it simple with biscuits and gravy and a side of fruit…also, she stole a strip of Sy's bacon. Again…she was a weak woman.

The conversation was light and friendly and lovey…until the time came to leave. Sy picked up the check and took it to the counter to pay and then led her out the double doors back to her vehicle.

"You'll be able to FaceTime me on evenings you haven't gone walkabout in the wilderness, right?"

"I'm not sure they call it that outside of Australia, or even the Crocodile Dundee movies, but yeah, we'll plan on that, for sure."

"Good. I'll miss you so much. But at least I have a pretty good idea of when you'll be back." she was spouting excitedly, but he was being rather cagey again. He piped up with three words that never start off a good sentence.

"Yeah, about that…" she looked at him as they closed the doors to her Explorer, waiting for him to continue…hoping for good news, but expecting bad.

"I got an email last night…late…that I…that the training…might take longer than they told me at first." he winced for the impact of her reception of the anticipated bad news.

"Longer…uh-huh. How much longer?" she asked, backing out of her parking space.

"Ya know if you back into these spaces you don't have to worry about--"

"Really? This is the moment you want to man-splain the concepts of parking to me, Sy? I'll save you the trouble. My dad couldn't get me to do it, and I don't see you having any success, either. Now, how much longer?"

"I don't…they didn't give a concrete--"

"Give me your best guess based on what you know. Give me a range. A ballpark, if you will."

"Uhh…two or three more…weeks…than planned." he winced as she drove toward Fort Leonard Wood Army Base from the peaceful breakfast joint. It was rather poetic, really, since the conversation had turned from relaxed to militant. And they were driving from civilian territory into a land of combatants. Not a war zone, but a zone of warriors, perhaps. And she was ready for battle, herself.

"Sy. That's more than six weeks."

"I know." he said, his eyes downcast in some combination of shame, fear, and sadness.

"And you're…fine with it?" she prodded, prompting him to consider her.

"Of course I don't like it. I'm gonna hate being away from my sunshine for even a week. But this is…it's about who I am. Who I'm meant to be from now on. I have to find my way from here, Shane."

"I guess my only question is…where do I fit into this…path. This life you're making for yourself? We're brand new. But we've worked really hard already to get where we are. And I've worked really hard to get to where I am, professionally. In my dream job. No, the circumstances aren't ideal, but the work makes me think, and gives me purpose. What am I suppose to do? Either I give that up, or I give up…the only man I've ever been with who's made me actually happy."

"I don't want that. I don't want to lose you, and I don't want you to give anything up for me, darlin.' That'll just lead to you resentin' me down the road, and I don't want that, neither." He stopped a moment and just looked at her, face holding back frustrated and angry tears…but also very sad ones. "What about this? Let's just, talk about all this moving forward stuff when I'm back from training. At that point, I'll know more about what to expect about jobs and assignments. And…if it would make you feel more comfortable…we can call ourselves…unexclusive. That way, if you meet someone while I'm gone--"

"Have you lost your mind?" She interrupted his ridiculous attempt to be selfless. She was secure enough in his feelings for her that he wasn't making the suggestion for himself.

"I'm serious. If you meet someone, and he sweeps you off your feet, don't resist. I want you to be happy, Shane."

"Then come back and teach gym at the local high school. Better yet, don't go, at all."

"You remember all that stuff you said about having your dream job and a purpose?" Shane nodded. "You want me to find all that too, don'tcha?"

"No. I'm a selfish bitch who wants you here with me no matter the cost. And I don't care if you resent me in the long run. At least I'll have you." she laughed at her sarcasm and only slightly true self-deprecation.

"You'll be fine. You managed so far without me." he reminded her as she pulled up to the gate, guarded by about four men, who's rank she couldn't tell, but one of whom Sy called a sergeant.

"I'll get out here and they'll take me to the hangar in a cart. No civilian vehicles allowed today. Apparently they're doing maneuvers." he shrugged and got out to grab his bag.

"I put the rest of the takeout in here too. It's in one of my nice coolers on ice."

"Thanks." she told her shoes as they stood under the shade of her rear access hatch. She couldn't look at him right now. He made her, though.

"This ain't quite like the airport, but I still don't have a lot of time, sunshine." he kissed her hard, and it really felt like a goodbye, which almost hurt more than his leaving. Almost. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, and she knew she'd feel that embrace all evening. She hoped it would last for weeks.

"I love you, Sy." she sobbed to him. Trying like hell to keep it together.

"I love you, darlin.' Now don't you forget that when some other handsome fella gives you the eye. Make sure he's worth it, if you're gonna write me a dear john letter." he winked at her. She laughed and nodded, but didn't feel it was that funny, and didn't intend to adhere to his parameters of their relationship. He ducked under the arm that was preventing her from driving through. Although, legs as long as his, he almost could have stepped over it. She watched him walk away for as long as she could before she was given the signal that she must leave and let other traffic through…although, she resented this. There were two lanes, after all. Couldn't these men see what a mess she was? She'd just had to say goodbye to the love of her life…and she didn't know when…or indeed, if…she'd see him again. She had hope…but that didn't stop her from crying all the way home and the rest of the afternoon as the ghost of Sy's parting hug faded from her skin.

Up Next: Chapter 13: SNAFU

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[manjuhitorie]

Hitorie Interview - Skream! Magazine - Feb. 2021 Issue

First and foremost, I'd like to address REAMP as a whole. I couldn't help but pick up on signs inner turmoil and sorrow over wowaka's unfortunate passing, among a brand new resolve. What's your opinion on this such take?

Shinoda: We voluntarily chose to vent those feelings without any beating around the bush. This band has taken a huge twist in terms of the one who sings, writes, and produces the music, after all. There’s no point in hiding that, we felt. To be completely honest, even after all this time we still haven’t exactly regained our balance at all. Sad is sad. In order to express our choice to push onwards, the cards we had in our hands are.... -Actually the word “cards” was a poor choice. We merely had no other option but to express our feelings outright. ygarshy: We weren’t in the place to put together a theme or concept for the album or anything like that either. We felt baffled and confused by the very fact that we were making songs at all, but nevertheless I felt we had to do it, we just have to. We were wishy-washy so, we decided to hold the times we 4 made songs together close to our hearts, and use that as our foothold: to just try and write as we always do. Shinoda: Squeezing a song out was our one and only objective. Yumao: Yeah. The universe wowaka alone had created and his structures and all that.. To be honest, this new album is cut off from it... We chose to not agonize over trying to recreate it, and to rather let whatever we could just flow out of us.

I have a question about the timeline. After wowaka’s passing, when did you make the concrete decision to keep Hitorie alive?

Shinoda: To be real, we still haven’t even made that decision. Yumao: We haven’t concretely said “Let’s keep this up.” or anything. Our mixed emotions are still churning, or how to say it... When we wrote the music we become immersed and even excited about it but, once our songs were laid out on the table we came back to our senses, like “Uhm? Is this okay?” ygarshy: Even now I’ll have sudden thoughts like “Hm? What am I doing here?”, even when we toured as a trio for the Hitori-Escape Tour 2019, I never thought ‘Let’s keep going on like this’ as well, owing to the circumstances. Just, if we didn’t do it we would’ve lost out minds is all. Shinoda: He speaks the truth alright. ygarshy: If we had to make a thoughtful commitment, I think it would’ve taken us hundreds upon hundreds of years until we finally made a move.

Was there not any type of critical moment during the tour wherein you realized “We can do this?”

Shinoda: Truthfully, during the tour I was so deep into it that I barely even the foggiest memory as to what was going through my brain back then. What I can say for sure is that 2 years ago on June 1st at the Memorial Concert (At Shinkiba Studio Coast), before that day I hadn’t stood on the stage in months. For the past 10 years of my life I haven’t gone that long without the stage. So when I got up for the Memorial Concert, despite it being a tragic event, I felt that when I’m up on stage with this band my mental state is the most stable it ever is. We even all went out for Chinese food after that.

The three of you did?

Shinoda: Yep. We drank our heads off and talked about how “We could totally manage a tour too, eh?” Yumao: Since our HOWLS tour (Hitorie Tour 2019 “Coyote Howling”) was cancelled, we felt we owed something, that we had to do something. We may be sad but, even more important than that was the urgency of the situation.

So there was no resolve or concrete decision to tour and make an album then.

Shinoda: Yep, looking back, I think that’s right.

Were you writing songs while touring?

Shinoda: We started writing around March of 2020? Yumao: Due to COVID-19 we had a lot of free time on our hands, so we took the oppurtunity. Though it wasn’t as if we said “Alright, let’s get going!”, we just all knew it was imminent, and that we had to do it at some point. That point was then.

Which was the first song you wrote?

Among the ones which made the cut, “Marshall A” was the first one consummated at the studio. Though “Utsutsu” was the first one made in my head. Around the end of the tour in 2019 the idea for the phrases took form. I felt that if I was to ever write for Hitorie again, this would be it.

”Utsutsu” stresses sorrow way thicker and heavier than any of the other songs in the album, so it makes sense that it came first.

Shinoda: It gets my feelings across, doesn’t it... The lyric and sung melody of “Utsutsu da ne” were around since the beginning.

Did you each make a song voluntarily?

Yumao: Yessiree. It was like “I’m’ere writing, so you'd better pick it up too." Shinoda: We had the slogan "Let's make 10 songs in one month". Yumao: Even if it was one chorus of a song, that would be okay. Shinoda: In the end, the ratio of songs I, ygarshy and Yumao completed was 8:1:1 (Though in the album itself it became 6:2:2). It might seem unbalanced, but this is perfectly balanced for us. ygarshy: Shinoda just makes a heap ton of songs. Shinoda: From there we picked and chose.

Did you have any standards for which would make the cut? Such as befitting of the current Hitorie or not?

Shinoda: That too was all over the place. Personally when I write, I place importance in how it will pan out with Hitorie as a whole but, I also contemplated what would fit our band's current climate. "Should the guitar not be too distorted?" "Should it not sound too 'rock band-ish'?", my mind was going crazy, I thought it would be best if it was entirely chilled out and mellow. There  was a moment when a switch flipped.

It is true that songs such as 'tat' do take that direction, but after listening to the complete album I have to say, the rock band-ish style is in full bloom. There's a lot of distortion too.

Shinoda: Yep, it's distorted. Yumao: And it's rock (giggling). ygarshy: Listening to Shinoda say that just now made me upset.

Why is that?

ygarshy: Because I had purposefully intended for it to be distorted. Everyone: Ahahaha!

So you like distortion (laughing). To push this point further, would it be true to say that those are core aspects of Hitorie's style? Shinoda: Ahh, there’s definitely truth in that.

Yumao: The one most mindful of that had to have been ygarshy. Whatever we release next can’t be too distant from classic Hitorie, he was the one who secured how best to keep the string in tact.

Where was the poster song ’curved edge’ made in the creative process timeline? Shinoda: We upheld the slogan of 10 songs a month for about 2 months, and ‘curved edge’ was the final one. I wanted to make a classic Hitorie style riff-based song, but I didn’t want high-tempos. ‘curved edge’ was where I finally found the perfect balance between my wishes and Hitorie’s standards.

Hitorie never made songs with unwavering low tempos that take off into an uplifting dance breakdown at the chorus up until now after all.  

Shinoda: Yeah. We all made the silent agreement to absolutely not try and make songs like wowaka’s.

I can definitely detect wowaka’s influence on your music, which is natural after being in a band together for so long. So, you kept it at.

ygarshy: We’ve each grown a keen sense for this. Suppose we were to show wowaka a song we wrote that mimics his style... He would make a really disgusted face. We just know, we just have a sense for it.

Shinoda: That’s the thing he despises the most after all.

ygarshy: That’s right. It would be but as a parody. And we wouldn’t want to do that.

ygarshy, you wrote the songs ‘Image’ and ‘dirty, correct. The melody of them feel nostalgic and longing, yet simultaneously evoke a rush and shivers.

ygarshy: In my current state letting the music flow out of me is all I’m capable of. Last spring, or summer was it, where we were showing each other our songs I.... Felt sad. So sad. Like “Why am I writing songs for Hitorie? Why is this what it’s come to?”

Yumao: Yep yep.

ygarshy: That’s why “dirty” and “Image” both are not very elaborate pieces. There’s much room to mix up chords or arrange it to be complex but, I just really had no heart to do that. Whatever popped out of my head wasn’t tinkered in the slightest, my wish was to keep in its organic simple form.

So when you handled the arrangement of music as a band, did you change as little as possible?

ygarshy: For the two songs I brought in, they were nice and stayed as close to demo version as they possibly could. “dirty” especially has a garage-style melody and tone which clicks immediately, so the lyrics and singing were molded to follow suit. Shinoda: Him (ygarshy) and I are the same age and all, so I pretty much can grasp whatever he goes for. Like he was probably going for those late 1990’s declining vibes. ygarshy: Exactly. I had thought to myself that I wanted dirty lyrics, and he actually delivered just that. I’d like to hear the story behind the two songs Yumao wrote as well, “YUBIKIRI” and “faceless enemy”. Both melodies are pop.

Yumao: That just kind of happens with me. Shinoda: He makes my contemplating and agonizing look stupid, because those songs are just as clear as fresh water. Yumao: All I did was squeeze out whatever I could (laughing). To be honest, I think my songs will be the most unacceptable to Hitorie’s listeners. I may be a member of Hitorie, and understand Hitorie like the back of my hand but, from the start I knew I’m incapable of writing songs to Hitorie’s standards. I took a realistic approach. ygarshy: Though I really enjoy the music Yumao wrote before Hitorie. So when he brought it those genuine honest pieces, I was so happy. I think I like the songs more than he himself does.

The fact that you chose to keep Yumao’s songs in the album despite them not being perfectly Hitorie fashioned, sounds like proof that you’ve found your answer for this album.

Yumao: Pedaling to the mettle is what I have to do, it’s all I can do. No matter if it’s acceptable or not, I’m doing what I can. That’s one message behind my songs.

Your song “YUBIKIRI” as the final track of the album has a lot of impact as well. It’s a bright and cheery song yet somehow it brings a tear to the eye.

Shinoda: Doesn’t it?

Yumao: It’s very cheery and it’s the brightest of the mix, isn’t it. When I wrote I was riding the groove in over my head, so I asked Shinoda to make the lyrics sound immature, like something a teenager would click with. I felt knotted up inside, and I needed something to break the chains for me. Completely divert from what Hitorie should or shouldn’t do, I alone needed to express and vent myself. And that’s how this song happened.

Shinoda: Yumao made that direct request of me, so I steered my word choices far away from any purple-prose. The keyboard was played by NariHane of Passpied, and when those 3 were off recording the music without me, I finished the lyrics. That’s how quickly they were zipped out.

After completing a whole album, how do you feel, do you think you will be able to continue on like this?

Shinoda: I don’t know yet. We’ll have to hear the people’s opinions. ygarshy: And what are we going to do after hearing them? After performing all these concerts? is one apprehension I have but,.. everything feels so up in the air.

Yumao: I know we haven’t said anything conclusive but! I want people to know we have a mountain of hypotheses on how we could move forward, on how we could keep Hitorie going, on how we could keep wowaka alive but, for now this album was just a do-or-die for us!

Shinoda: We made it, that’s all we needed.

Yumao: Yep. It was an absolute for us. I want to get that point across. This album is our declaration: that “We’ve taken one step forward”!

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[mostpopulardisneygirl]

Sugar Daddy Part 1

Prompt: Modern Arcana AU. Lucio as a rich business owner and MC as a college student.

Pairing: Lucio x MC

Word Count: 1,146

Today was a busy day. You had numerous of homework you finished and had just close the shop hours ago. You met up with Julian for tonight’s work. Fortunately for the both of you, there weren’t a lot of patients tonight, so you were free to go home early.

“Hey, MC,” Julian calls you from the reception desk, filing out paperwork. “Are you busy tonight?” You shrug on your jacket and shake your head. “Nah. At most I was just gonna head home, order Chinese food and watch Good Omens.” You type your name in the computer and clock yourself out. “Why do you ask?”

“Thought you’d be up for drinks tonight,” Julian answers with a sly grin on his face. “At the Rowdy Raven?” You give him a nudge on his arm and chuckle. “Only on a Friday night will I do something like that with you.” Julian shrugs off his doctor’s coat and picked up his jacket. “Is that a yes?”

“I’ll have to change at home first,” you smirk and walk out with Julian. “Great,” he beamed. “I’ll drive you.” You grumble softly under your teeth. “Hey, it’s not your fault your car is in the shop.”

“Yeah, but it is my fault for getting a shitty car,” you reply. “Why do I put up with this? I own my own shop, I go to college, I’m an intern for a doctor...”

“Well, let’s not forget your student loans and rent for your apartment,” Julian starts the car and begins driving to your place. “That I share with Asra. I feel like he’s freeloading off of me.” Julian took a turn. “Well, I know he cares about you. Regardless of whether or not he pays rent.” He parks outside of your apartment complex and you leave your bag in his car while you change into a more appropriate outfit for clubbing.

You get to the club with Julian and he pays for a valet. You’re stopped by a security guard, but is let in when Julian says “They’re with me.” The inside is vibrant and colorful as you imagine. “This place is so cool!” You shout. “I’m gonna get us a drink,” Julian replies. “I’ll be right back.” You take in the scenery of the club and smile from ear to ear. Julian comes back with the first drink and you drink it quickly. “Easy, MC,” Julian pats your shoulder. “The night’s still young. Don’t wanna get drunk that quickly.”

Meanwhile, Lucio is in a conference with Valerius about another business deal. He took a sip of his wine in annoyance. “Are you listening, sir?” Valerius calls out. Lucio just waved them off. “Yeah, yeah. I heard you. Percentage and rates, and blah, blah, blah.” He pours himself another glass. “Must you drink at this meeting?”

“Hey, I chose to be here,” Lucio argued, “I can drink if I want to. I’m the boss.” Valerius closes his folders and scoffs. “If you don’t pay attention now, our budget will drop.” Lucio folded his arms around his chest. “And again, this should’ve been brought to my attention in an email.” He finishes his wine and sighed. “Look, just call up a meeting with Volta and Vlastomil tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do. All right? Now, I’m going.”

“I suggest you sit down, sir.” Valerius slams his hand down on the table. “There’s still more matters to discuss.” Lucio groans in annoyance. “Why did we choose to come here?”

You were walking in circles with a glass of sangria in your hand. “I think you had a little too much,” Julian remarks. You hiccup as he catches you, balancing you in his arms. “Julian,” you slur, “the room is spinning. I feel sick.” He sits you down at the bar and takes the glass from your hand. “You wanna go home and get some tea?” You nod softly and Julian kisses your temple. “Okay, I’m gonna go get my keys. Wait here.” You nod as he walks out to the valet. “Should’ve stay home and watch Good Omens.”

Suddenly, you had the urge to get up to use the bathroom. You go, but you lost track of what you were doing. You keep walking until you find the black car you believe is Julian’s. It was unlock, luckily for you and you let yourself inside the backseat.

Lucio walked out of the club in a huff. “Stupid meetings. Why did I choose to have this? I should just come here alone, get a drink. Something.” He opens the door to his car and sees you inside, completely pass out. “Okay, who the fuck is playing a prank on me?” You moan softly and rub your nose gently. “Julian, I’m cold.” Lucio looks at you and raises an eyebrow. You almost look a bit miserable in this state. He sighs and buckles you in, driving off to his apartment. He takes out his cell phone and dials, but unfortunately it goes to voicemail.

“Yeah, this is Lucio. I have a bit of a situation right now. I can’t come in tomorrow morning. I’m gonna need you to cancel my meetings. Let’s just say...I have little bit of some company.”

He pulls up to the apartment and helps you out of the car. “Hey,” he speaks softly, “you okay?” You moan softly and cover your mouth. “I feel like I’m going to be sick...” he leads you to a nearby tree, where you throw up. Lucio cringes his nose gently. “Ew,” he gagged softly, but he rubs your back softly. Your knees start to get a bit wobbly as you walk. Lucio catches you and carries you in his arms. “Did I leave a mess in the car?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lucio digs in his pockets for his keys and unlocks the door. He paused when he hears a sniffle out of you. “H-hey, it’s okay. I’m gonna fix you some tea and you can sleep here tonight, okay?” You curl up in his arms and let out a small tear. “Please don’t tell Asra I got drunk,” you whimper. Lucio sets your down in a chair and wipes away your tear. “Shhh, don’t get so work up.” He goes to the kitchen to make you some tea. You wrap your jacket around you tightly, and rub your arms. When Lucio comes back in with your tea, he places in both of your hands. “Here, drink slowly.”

You drink the tea, and felt a bit calmer. You let out a yawn and lie down on the soft couch, falling asleep immediately. Lucio takes a blanket and pillow out of the ottoman and places it around you. “Poor thing got so lost. Where did you come from, I wonder.” He took out his cell phone, reading a notification.

“One Missed Call: Dr. Devorak.”

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