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moonnightdew · 19 days
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Pisces
Stop worrying. Allow yourself to be happy. It’s time to stop overthinking & causing yourself harm with blame, criticism and anger. Stop thinking, talking about and giving energy to things make you feel hopeless and doubt yourself. You are incredibly sensitive at this time, so avoid what’s not good for you. Use your intuition & wisdom from past or present experiences to guide you to a better place. Take time to really understand what’s fueling your thoughts & emotions, and is that worsening the confusion? Closure & freedom comes from you. Don’t allow yourself to be blind & vulnerable, by putting power in another’s hand. Only you can keep yourself confused, trapped or in the dark. The truth & light will always find you. Let go & receive. ( Therapy or holistic/ medicinal healing may be needed)
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camphorfreya · 1 year
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Which Chlöe are you today?
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ohoranftswift · 2 years
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📖 i kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston
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meangirlzonly · 7 months
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find my favorite fashion dupes here - https://www.amazon.com/shop/jrenei_
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for-the-chainsaw-boy · 2 months
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sir chloe moodboard because i said so
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aashwarr · 3 months
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30+ Overrides for Realistic & Aesthetic Gameplay By Ashley Plays
Here is a list of the overrides I've recently added to revamp my game for the new year.
Create-A-Sim
Aesthetic Closet CAS Background
Reflection CAS Background
CC Wrench Override
Font Override
Loading Screen
Plumbob Override
Part One: Morning Routine Essentials
Everyday Clutter Kits Object Become Functional
Bathroom Clutter Kits Become Functional
Quip Oral Care Set
Bombshell Vanity Shelf
Default Pencil Override
Part Two: Infant Essentials
Default Baby Bottle Replacement
Baby Bath Seat Override
Infant Bath Sponge Override
Infant Carrier Recolor
Bye Bye Baby Rug
Part Three: Food-Related Overrides
Breakfast Food Overhaul
Food Retexture Pack 1
Food Retexture Pack 2 (Quick Meals)
Cutting Board
Cutlery
Modern Glass Replacement
Part Four: Cleaning Overrides
A Brighter Mop Replacement
Scrub Father
Cleaning Spray
Robot Vacuum Override
Part Five: Miscellaneous Overrides
Single Selfie Override
Paired Selfie Override
UI Mood
Facial Overlay Animation Replacement
Motive Fail Energy & Celeb Fan Faint Animation Replacement
Smaller Censor
Mimi's Outfit
Chloe Hair
Lilou Top
J'Adior Heeled Slingback
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doinkdoink · 2 years
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chloe fineman pink mood board
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Evermore: Part. One
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A/N: I just wanted to thank all of you, wonderful friends, who liked, reblogged, and left kind words! Words cannot explain how much they mean to me! To be honest here, I didn't think that this would be a success! So thank you from the bottom of my nerdy ass heart!
Before I go on, I just wanted to say another big thanks to @hollybee8917 she not only made this beautiful mood board.... but she edited this! So thank you, babes!
Warnings: You might need a tissue for this part. This took me a while to finish due to my crying.
A smile formed as you opened the door. A familiar face was before her that she hadn’t seen in a long time. But with the look on his face, a look of concern, something was wrong. Her thoughts immediately went to her husband. Did something happen? Did he do something stupid?
She quickly put that thought to the side. After all, Ari promised to call her, and nothing had ever happened to him before.
“Andy? What are you doing here?” You asked. 
Andy removed his hat and sighed.
“Hello, may I come in?” He asked. 
You were taken aback by what he said. Typically Andy had this happy-go-looking attitude, but something told you something could be wrong. But you quickly pushed that thought to the side once again. You moved to the side to let him in.
Andy walked in, and you closed the door.
“Did you want anything to drink, Andy? Water, beer?” You asked as you gestured for him to sit in the living room.
“No, I’m okay, Y/N,” Andy replied as he sat down. 
You nodded and took a seat across from him. You quickly looked at the bassinet beside you to ensure Chloe was okay.
“She’s getting big now. How old is she? 5 months now? I haven’t seen her since she was born.” Andy asked, giving her a sympathetic smile.
“Yeah, she is. Her personality is starting to show.” You answer.
The awkward silence came in, and Andy’s hands were laced together. He looked down at the ground. Your thoughts again went to the same one as earlier. Something must have happened. Andy looked up at you before you could say something else and cleared his throat.
“Y/N, I came here for a reason. Before I came, I was trying to figure out how I would tell you.”
You looked at him for a moment, and the thoughts came back again.
“Andy, you're scaring me.”
Andy sighed and reached for your hand, “Y/N, there was an accident.”
You stared at Andy and laughed, “Oh, come on now, Andy, you know that Ari likes to play games very well.” 
You quickly stopped as Andy's face was telling you something else.
“It’s not this time. This was a high-risk mission, and Ari died a hero.” Andy said, and you told yourself that was complete bullshit. You sat up and let go of his hand.
“Andy, just stop with the foolishness! I just spoke to him! He’s set to come home in a few days! He called me the other day, and he promised me! You know damn well that Ari NEVER breaks a promise!” You argued.
“Y/N, have a seat-“
“NO!” You yelled as you started pacing around.
“I know you Y/N. Please have-“
“What happened, Andrew Barber? Because I know you are lying.” 
Andy sighed and stood up, “Y/N- I-“
“Andy, I know you can tell me; if you don’t, I expect Ari to be here in a few days.” You said and headed towards the kitchen. Andy sighed and followed her into the kitchen. Andy leaned against the counter, and you leaned back against the stove.
“I’m waiting, Andy.” You tapped your foot. 
Andy wiped his eyes with his eyes, with his thumb and index finger.
Beep
Beep
You both looked down at your phone and saw Sam’s name on it.
“I’ll get it; maybe Sam will tell the truth that you are lying.” You said, grabbing your phone and going out to the backyard. You then swiped the green button and placed the device against your ear.
“Hi Y/N, it’s Major Sam. How are you?”
You sighed and rubbed your head with your fingers, “Hi Sam, I have a specific Air Force Lieutenant General at my house.”
There was silence for a moment and a sigh, “What has Barber told you?”
You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Come on, Sam, you know Ari likes his-”
“Y/N, I’m afraid. Andy is right.”
You rolled your eyes again and groaned in frustration, “Just stop it, Sam! It’s not funny! Ari is coming home on Friday! We have a vac-”
“A bomb exploded in the Humvee in front of them. The driver lost-”
“Stop it, Sam! Just stop! It’s not him! You must have mistaken it for another car! Just stop it!”
“Y/N Ari was in critical condition, and he died on his way to the hospital.”
You hung up, and your heart started racing. You kept telling yourself it’s not true, it’s all a sick fucking joke. He’s alive, and he’s going to come home on Friday night. He's just saying this as a joke to surprise you. The door opened and Andy came out. You looked at him and you saw red. You stormed towards him and began to hit him, “You and Sam are sick bastards! He’s not dead, Andy! He’s not de-dead!” 
You yelled as you began hit him in  his chest. It hurt, but Andy allowed her to.
“Y/N, Ari loved you. You have no idea how much he spoke of you. Ever since high school, Ari wanted to marry you. He got that wish.” Andy told you.
“Sam said-“
“Ari died on his way to the hospital-“
Your punching became less and less and everything started to come together. You then screamed and held onto Andy. He grabbed you and held you in his arms.
“Andy-“ You sobbed, gripping onto his shirt.
“I know, Y/N, I know.”
“Andy-“ You barely said, as you started to mumble and sobbed.
The pain in your heart grew and you collapsed. Andy held you on the ground.
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That night, Andy couldn't take the chance and leave you alone at the house. You cried yourself to sleep in his arms, and he carried you back into the house. He placed you down on the couch and placed a blanket over you. During that time, Chloe had woken up from her nap. It didn’t feel right to wake you up, so he picked her up from her bassinet and placed her onto his hip.
“Mommy isn’t feeling good, okay? Uncle Andy will take care of you.” Andy said as he found her high chair and sat her down. Without knowing what had just happened, Chloe smiled and giggled.
There was a slight tug at his heart with the way Chloe looked at him. “You look just like your mama. And Ari’s eyes.”
It didn’t take long for Andy to find Chloe’s dinner. It was in the fridge with a label on it.
“You could have woken me up,” Andy heard, and he turned around to see you. 
A blanket was wrapped around you, your eyes puffy and red.
“It’s okay, plus you-“
You sighed and ran your hands against your hair, “I know. I have a lot of work ahead of me. I wasn’t ready for this. I mean, I knew what I was signed up for, but just didn’t-“
“Think it would be this soon?” Andy finished. 
You sniffed and adjusted yourself, “For now, Chloe is my concern.” 
You placed a gentle kiss on top of Chloe’s head.
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4 Days later
Andy parked the car in the parking garage and got out first. You sat staring straight out into the front. The whole ride to Boston Logan was quiet, and you said nothing. Andy knew, and he was okay with that. The door opened and you turned to see his hand in front of you. You hesitated at first, then you placed your hand into his. You then got out of the car, and he closed the door. You adjusted your jacket and made sure that you had everything. Exiting the parking lot, you saw Major Sam and Captain Rachel.
“Hi, Sam,” You said quietly. Sam gave you a small smile and went to hug you. You then also greeted Rachel.
“Sam and Rachel, this is Ari’s best friend. Lieutenant General Andy Barber.” You spoke. 
Greetings were made, and Sam then led you to the restricted area. Once you were in, the four of you were led to one of the gates. It wouldn’t be long until your Ari came home.
Ten minutes later, the loud engine was heard, and you looked up to see the Boeing 767 come towards you. Two fire engines stood on the opposite sides and the water cannons were on. You watched as the plane went through and you started to tense up. Your hands began to grip your purse. The plane stopped, the ground crew went to work, and the soldiers marched towards the plane. The door latch of the airplane opened, and the conveyor belt was placed in. 
And that’s when you saw The American Flag resting on top of Ari. You then watched as the Army slowly marched towards your husband. The soldiers lifted his casket and loaded it into the hearse. You started to feel the pain in your heart again. Sam stood next to you and he held his arm out and you linked your arm through his. You had to take a moment before Sam guided you towards Ari. As you walked, everything felt like a blur, and it felt like a dream, and you would wake up, and Ari would be right next to you.
But it wasn’t a dream. Reality hit you as you stopped at the casket in front of you. You then let go of Sam and he stood back to give you privacy.
Your breathing became rapid as you placed your hand on top of the casket. You had wished you could open the lid and hold his hand, but you couldn’t. All you had was the flag in your way.
“Welcome home, my love.”
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milfandh0ney · 1 year
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Rock the Boat pt 3
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Pairing(s): Melissa Schemmenti x Chloe Evans (OC), Barbara Howard x Gerald Howard
Summary: Chloe and Melissa explore the ship before dinner and get mistaken for a separated couple
Warnings: sexual themes
Notes: let the shenanigans begin! ps I just thought Sandra Bullock needed to be in this. Sue me
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Melissa scoots her sunlounger even closer to yours, scraping the wood of the deck and leaving only a few centimeters between you two. The pool area is crowded, all the passengers wanting to soak in the sunshine at once. The heart-shaped pool doesn’t fit as many swimmers in it as a regular Olympic-sized pool, stranding many people on the surrounding deck instead.
The redhead adjusts her bag under the chair and sits back down. “If one more person asks me to move over, I’m going to lose it,” she huffs. The crowd grows larger as time passes, squeezing everyone together like sardines.
On your other side, Barbara peacefully lounges, barely paying attention to the world around her. “Mellow out, Melissa. Take a chill pill. This is vacation,” the kindergarten teacher drawls, clearly on island time despite the ship only recently leaving the dock.
Thinking she may have a point, you flip onto your side and face Melissa to see her quietly seething. “Why don’t you and I head to the bar and go explore the boat while everyone else is here?” A frozen cocktail would set the mood for the vacation and getting the woman away from the crowds would calm your friend down considerably.
Melissa sighs, lifting her sunglasses to sit atop her head. “Sure, a margarita sounds great.” She gathers her things and you both dress in your cover-ups, saying goodbye to Barbara and Gerald with a plan to meet up for dinner. The line for the bar stretches out around the pool. Your mouth opens to tell Melissa you’ll wait in line and meet her in your room when two women greet you. “I’m sorry to bother you lovely ladies, but it’s so nice to see another sapphic couple on board,” the darker haired woman gushes. “I’m Debbie Ocean,” she points to her companion, “and this is my wife, Lou.”
The blonde woman wraps an arm over Debbie’s shoulders. “We’ve been taking this cruise every Spring for years and it’s rare to see any other queer couples. How long have you two been married?” Melissa’s fingers twitch where they rest on your hip.
Both of you smile at the cute couple. Debbie and Lou are both tall and athletic looking, either of them could be mistaken for models even though they seem to be in their late forties or early fifties. “Oh, we’re not actually married. We aren’t together at all,” Melissa informs them they assumed wrong about your relationship. They both seem shocked to hear it, glancing at the placement of Melissa’s hand on you, which she promptly drops to her own side when she notices them looking.
A deckhand passes behind the couple, overhearing Melissa’s words. He unclips a walkie talkie from his belt, radioing whomever was on the other line. “I found them, I’ll bring ‘em in, give me five. Over.” His brown eyes meet yours before looking over at Melissa. “You two are missing the divorce seminar, we’ve been looking all over for you.” The young man doesn’t listen to either of your protests, leading you across the boat to the seminar by your elbows.
He stops outside of a set of wooden double doors, opening it for you to pass through. “Really, we’re not together,” you try to appeal to him. A divorce seminar sounds like the most boring way possible to start your vacation. Melissa nods at your side, agreeing.
He scoffs. “Yeah, right. This is a couples only cruise. Why don’t you just do your best to fix up your marriage?” The deckhand pushes you through the door and into the auditorium, locking it behind you.
Both you and Melissa grumble at your misfortune, finding seats in the back of the group. There are a surprising number of couples sitting in for the presentation. Wives and husbands sit as far from each other as possible, not even willing to marry eye contact with each other.
The presenters drone on for what feels like hours. It’s so boring that you nudge Melissa, leaning in close to ask, “so why do you think all of these couples are on the verge of divorce?” You gesture towards a particularly angry looking woman. “I bet she found out her husband spent all their savings on baseball cards.”
Melissa snorts beside you. “I think that couple realized they cheated on each other with the same man,” she nods towards a different couple. You both snicker away, making up backstories for the rest of the unhappy people in the room.
One of the male presenters claps, congratulating everyone on trying to remedy their relationships. “Alright, now it’s time for each of the couples to have a one-on-one session with one of our onhand therapists.” You and Melissa share a look, hope that the torture was over suddenly diminished completely.
A Dr Zakarian is your assigned therapist and she leads you towards her office for the duration of the cruise. She shuts the door behind you and gestures for you both to take a seat. “We’re sorry for the confusion, but we aren’t getting divorced,” you try to explain, hoping the therapist will check a roster or something for your names.
The coily-haired woman shakes her head. “Since you’re getting help, you might have a chance to stay married,” she smiles, encouraging you not to give up hope. “What are some of the issues in your relationship you would like to talk about?” She looks between you both expectantly, waiting for one of you to speak up. Well, you may as well make the therapy session as fun as the seminar if you can’t get out if it.
Nodding solemnly, you clasp your hands together in your lap. “My biggest issue is Melissa’s obsession with silly socks.” Melissa’s head whips in your direction, confused. “She has so many socks that she made me take all my clothes out of our shared closet so there was enough room for all of them. It’s very hurtful,” you sniffle. Melissa seems to understand what you’re playing at, giving you a slight nod.
The therapist hums as she takes some notes. She finishes with a flourish and turns her attention to your friend. “Melissa, do you see how your sock obsession is hurting your partner? How it makes her feel like you aren’t making space for her in your life?” Dr Zakarian believed you more fully than you imagined, making you wonder what other ridiculous reasons for divorce she has heard before biting these sessions.
Your friend glances at you and you hide a smirk. “You’re right. She deserves room in the closet just as much as I do.” Melissa’s apology is cloyingly sweet, but she plays along.
The therapist claps excitedly. “Fantastic! Progress already.” She reaches in a desk drawer, pulling out a sticker sheet and placing one shaped like a star in her notebook. “Melissa, what about you? Any pet peeves or issues that need addressing? Why do you want a divorce?”
Melissa steals another glance towards you, eyes alight with a dangerous mirth. You smile nervously, wondering what she’ll say about you. “She’ll only have sex with me if I’m in costume.” The therapist nods knowingly as you gape at your friend. She took it way farther than you did.
The therapist scribbles down more information. “Now that’s interesting. What kind of costumes?” She asks, way too fascinated with the inner workings of your fake marriage.
Not wanting Melissa to say something outlandish and the therapist put in writing that you’re into something weird, you attempt to diffuse the situation. “Does that matter?” The redhead covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a giggle at your indignation.
She sits up straighter in her seat. “All kinds of things. She’s into firefighters, doctors, but she won’t let me wear my socks.” Melissa throws her hands up in mock exasperation.
The therapist looks between you two as if she’s watching an intense tennis match. “I see. Chloe, do you have something against Melissa’s job? Do you wish she had a more attractive career?”
You scoff, crossing your arms. “No, I’m a teacher too! We have the same job.” This therapist is starting to get on your nerves. It was more fun when her questions didn’t make digs at you or your character.
“Do you see how this would make her feel like she isn’t good enough just by being herself?” That seems like quite the stretch, but you’re powerless to argue with someone that supposedly has a degree in these things.
Melissa speaks up, not done teasing you. “And she makes this weird high-pitched squeaking noise when I do this thing with my tongue—,”
Oh it is definitely on. “Well if you could actually make me cum we wouldn’t need all the dramatics and I wouldn’t have to pretend,” you interrupt, smirking smugly. Two could play that game. If Melissa wants to take the joke up a notch, so would you.
She turns to you, truly exasperated now. “You don’t think I could make you cum? I know how to please a woman.” That’s news to you. As far as you are aware, Melissa hasn’t slept with a woman since you’ve been friends, though you had assumed it had been since before her marriage.
The therapist almost bounces out of her seat with excitement. “Oh Melissa, did we hit a sore spot? Are you a selfish lover?” She rests her head on a fist, waiting for the fresh gossip with rapt attention.
Abruptly, you stand from your chair and pull Melissa up with you. “Alright, I think we’re done here, thank you Dr Zakarian. We’re all better now.” You smile, the door slamming closed behind you. The two of you rush from the corridor and across the boat to your shared room.
Melissa closes the door behind you and you take the chance to glare at her. “What was that for? I don’t make any squeaking noises during sex!”
She laughs, eyeing you up and down. “Oh? What noises do you make then?”
“You’ll find out when you show me what that tongue move is.” Rolling your eyes, you turn to the armoire to pick out clothes to change into. “My thing was way more tame than yours. Just a bit of fun and all made up.” The drawer shuts and you begin to change into the dress you packed for dinner.
Melissa snorts, rummaging through her own clothes to find an outfit. “Sure,” she shuts her drawer. “Anyway, I was thinking that we might have to pretend to be married or happily in love, at least in front of the crew. I don’t want to be kicked off or dragged into another one of those seminars.” The deckhand’s comment outside the auditorium still weighs on her mind though you had forgotten about it after the therapy session. You shiver at the thought of more therapy.
A free vacation down the drain isn’t exactly the ideal Spring break, Melissa has a point. “Yeah that makes sense. Should be easy enough, right?” The two of you have a close enough friendship that you routinely get mistaken for a couple anyway. It would be like just being yourselves.
Melissa finishes changing and sidles up behind you, her hands wrapped around your front. “Yeah, see?” She kisses your cheek as you relax into her hold. “Loved up already.”
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The main restaurant on the cruise ships bustles with life, making it difficult to find Barbara and Gerald. Your eyes search the crowd when a loud chortle grabs your attention, and you spot the couple in the direction the noise came from. “Hello girls. How was your afternoon?” Barbara giggles, sipping a pina colada, watching you through dark sunglasses as you sit down.
You groan, reaching for the menu. “We got sent to a divorce seminar,” you grumble.
Melissa agrees, searching through her own menu. “And we had to go to therapy,” she tells your friends, just as exasperatedly as you. She looks up from the menu book. “Why are you both wearing sunglasses?”
Barbara hiccups, finishing her drink while making slurping sounds with the straw. “No reason. I’m not sure I know what you mean.” She flips her hand dismissively towards Melissa and slumps back against the booth.
Gerald slumps next to his wife, knocking his sunglasses half off his face. “Barb are you guys…drunk?” The couple was fine and sober only two hours prior when you left them at the pool.
Gerald pops back up, back ramrod straight. His sunglasses fall into the table, revealing red-rimmed eyes. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.” Bless his heart, he tries so hard.
Unfortunately, Barbara answers at the same time, a confident, “yes.” The couple bursts into another fit of giggles. “The pool was too crowded like you said. We hit the bar.”
The waitress finds your table, ready to take your orders. “Hello, what can I get for you?”
Barbara is the first to answer. “Dessert. All of them.” She almost throws her menu into the waitresses arms.
You grin. “I like Sea Barbara! She’s fun.” You’re happy that she’s letting loose, the woman was too serious most of the time. This is a good look for her.
Melissa leans over to whisper in your ear as the waitress takes Gerald’s order. “What do you want?” She asks.
You turn your head closer to her ear. “I’m torn between the ravioli and the tacos,” you whisper back.
She nods. “I’ll get the ravioli and you get the tacos?” Agreeing to the plan and giving the waitress your orders, you smile. Having meals out with Melissa is your favorite, you both split your meals so you can have a bit of each. And she’ll eat all your onions so you don’t have to while she gives you her pickle if she gets one.
“So what are your plans for the night?” Melissa asks the couple across from you. Gerald and Barbara always tout how fun their cruises are, so there must be some sort of event happening.
“Oh, I have the event schedule,” Gerald informs you, pulling the pamphlet from his pocket. “It looks like tonight there’s a chocolate and wine tasting mixer.” Great, just what Barbara needs. More chocolate and alcohol.
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Small high top tables are arranged in the event space, each with a different pairing of wine and chocolate. A deckhand hands you and Melissa score cards and pencils to rate the different selections as you try them.
The couple in front of you recognizes your voice as you and Melissa discuss how terrible the cream inside the chocolate selection at table forty seven. They swing around to face you, revealing Debbie and Lou.
“Oh Melissa. We heard you don’t like to give back in bed. Chloe, honey, we could always use a third,” Lou offers. Melissa has been by your side ever since visiting the therapist, so you aren’t sure how she could have told them about it. You’re about to ask when you notice her bewildered expression matches your own. Huh.
Debbie nods enthusiastically. “We’ll treat you right if Melissa here won’t satisfy your needs.” She sneers in the redhead’s direction, disgust rolling off of her in waves.
“Why don’t you write down your number for us.” Lou passes over her wine rating card and her pencil, smiling gently. Her hands brush yours as you take the pencil from her grasp, her fingers caressing your skin. You take a second to scribble some numbers on the paper. Phone number written down, the older couple gives you one last wave before heading back to their table.
Melissa stands closer to you, watching them walk away. “Are you actually going to go through with that? I know you like women, Chlo, but that old?” She asks in disbelief. Neither of you have talked in depth about what your types are, but Debbie and Lou are definitely yours. Melissa hasn’t ever mentioned a problem with you being interested in women, so you aren’t sure why she seems so put-off.
You regard Melissa, watching as she fiddles with her pencil where it sits on the table. “Debbie and Lou are hot. Those women aged like fine wine.” Your tongue darts out to lick your lips, tasting like some of the last chocolate you tried at the new table. The movement catches her eyes before flicking away quickly. Curious.
The wine in her glass swirls around in sync with the sway of her wrist before bringing it up to her lips to swallow the remaining liquid in a single gulp. “Well if everyone assumes we’re a couple, I don’t think you should embarrass me like that. And we don’t want to get kicked off the boat.” She doesn’t look at you even when she finishes speaking.
Deciding your best friend has gone through enough today, you take pity on her. “Relax, I gave them your number. Give ‘em hell Tiger,” you wink, nudging her shoulder with your own so that she’ll face you again. Melissa nods, finally smiling at you, relieved.
Her arm is warm and the weight makes you feel safe as she hugs you to her. She laughs. “I don’t think Dr Zakarian is a real therapist. What happened to doctor-patient confidentiality!”
Grinning and shaking your head, you lead her to the next table. It looks like the sweet offering is a dark chocolate, Melissa’s favorite. While you reach for the confection, Melissa fills your wine glasses. The flavor bursts on your tongue as you take a bite, so delicious that you can’t hold back a moan. “Mmm, Mel, this one is so good, you have to try it.” Melissa’s mouth opens automatically as you bring a piece of chocolate for her to taste. “It’s dark chocolate and orange.”
Her lips close around the confection when an announcement rings out over the loudspeaker. “Alright, happy couples! It’s time for the kiss cam!” An overly enthusiastic voice shouts. Your head snaps to the large screen at the front of the room. It shows Melissa watching you while she swallows her bite. You blink, unsure how to proceed.
On the screen, you see her arm extend to cup your cheek before you feel it happen. Her lips attach to yours, taking you by surprise. She kisses you passionately, her fingers tangling in your hair and her tongue slipping into your mouth. Whoops and hollers ring out from other guests but you barely hear them.
Her other hand delicately reaches for your back then trails downward to squeeze your ass. You gasp, breaking the kiss. Melissa doesn’t take her hands off you, even when the cameras move away and you aren’t on the screen anymore. If you didn’t know any better, you would say Melissa was being a bit possessive over you. She grins, wiping her lipstick from your lips.
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The lotion bottle lands on the bedside table with a clang when you toss it from your spot on the bed. You lay down dead-center, the only spot you can stretch out fully on the mattress. It’s comfortable for one person, but you’re not sure how there could be room for two.
The steady stream of the shower acts as background noise while Melissa showers. Your thoughts drift off to earlier in the evening, plagued with the memory of the kiss. Sure, you know Melissa has kissed people before, but you never realized exactly how good at it she is. That kiss was close to the best you’ve had if not the best. All because of a dumb kiss cam on a couples cruise. If Melissa is that skilled at kissing, it seems safe for you to assume she wasn’t exaggerating earlier–she knows how to please a woman.
The bathroom door opens and Melissa saunters out, hair wet from her shower. “Are we not sharing?” She teases, climbing onto the bed and directly on top of you. You swallow when her face lands near yours, tampering down the urge to ask her to kiss you again. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.
She leans over to turn out the light then rolls back over to you. She opens her arms, inviting you in. “Guess we’ll have to stay close to get some sleep.” You smile, cuddling close to her, letting her be your big spoon. As you drift off to sleep, you can’t help but to think about soft, pillowy lips.
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Marriage Of Convenience
Lance stroll x reader  Y’all I wasn’t even a Lance fan before this so if you aren’t I hope you still give this a chance because I think you’ll love it!
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“Y/n honey, I thought you were wearing the ivory dress i picked out.” Your mother fussed over your dress and hair the second you walked into the country club. You knew even if you had wore the dress she picked it wouldn’t have been good enough.
“I thought the green looked better.” You mumbled out, sighing as your father walked closer. Giving no reaction other than a hum. “Where’s that doctor you were seeing is he coming?” He asked, the mentioned doctor was one of the men your mother forced you to go on a date with, you only went so she would let it go. Sure you might have lied and said you went out more then the two of you did, that lie was now coming back to bite you.
“We don’t really talk anymore.” At your words your mother sighed in disappointment, before patting your arms. “It’s no problem, my friend Susie has a son who is studying law i’ll set something up.” You could see her excitement, making your mood drop, sure they wanted you to be with a lawyer, doctor or anyone successful. They hated you would rather be the one working and not a housewife like women should be according to your parents.
So you nodded along wanting to get this dinner over with, every month it was the same. You’d walk in, your mom would talk about your lack of a worthy man, and your father would complain about the other members of the board. Your only saving grace was the Strolls.
You were able to sneak away from your mothers book club and found a way to their table. Lance immediately pulled his sisters abandoned chair out for you knowing the pattern by now. You’d always come over to talk to his sister about whatever and his father about business, he normally took this time to escape to his corner of safety but decided to stay this time.
“Y/n sneak away again have you.” Lawrence spoke and you nodded, despite your fathers hatred for the man you found him interesting, he never talked down to you about your ideas and always gave some helpful advice. Downing the champagne left in your glass you nodded, “Mothers book club was telling me all about their kids and grandkids asking when i was going to settle down.”
“You’re 21?” Lance yelped, making it clear he was eavesdropping, surprised they were practically offering you up to the highest bidder, also slightly offended your family never suggested him as a suitor for you. “Two years older than my mom was when she had me.” You sighed, before he could say anything, his sister came back stealing your attention, leaving his mind to wonder.
Netflix, on. Ice cream, ready. Pajamas, comfy. And you couldn’t be happier to be home, just as you got comfortable on the couch, someone knocked on your door making you groan and contemplate ignoring them all together, but the shout of your name through the wood made you get up.
“Lance?” The man pushed passed you the second the door opened. “Come on in.” You mumbled sarcastically, you were never that close to the family only seeing them at events like the one earlier. So his sudden arrival was confusing.
He was still in his white button down and suit pants making you feel under dressed in your own apartment. “I have an idea.”
“How’d you know where i lived?” You ignored him asking a question of your own. Which he waved off, “i asked Chloe, now want to hear my idea.”
“We should get married.” He said looking awfully proud of himself.  
“What!” You scoffed thinking he was joking but the look on his face was oddly serious. He repeated the statement making you shake your head.
“Listen its a good idea!”
“No Lance its not.” He sighed at your words, taking a seat on your couch to explain. “Think of it like a business deal not exactly a marriage.” He tried a different approach to peak your intrest. “Continue.”
“It will get your parents off your back to settle down, check.” He he’d up a finger as he spoke adding more as he went on. “Think of all the time you’d get to learn the ins and outs of business from my dad, plus people take you more seriously with his backing.”
“And what do you get out of this?” You wont lie it sounded good so far but if you’ve leaned anything its that there’s always a catch. “Why can’t i be doing this out of the kindness of my heart.” He clutched his hand to his heart in mock offense.
“That’s not how business works.” You deadpanned raising a single eyebrow, using his earlier words against him.
“Well…” he drawled out holding his hands up in submission at your glare.
“You know how your mom is always on your back about settling down.” You nod. “Well my team is on mine.”
“Your father owns the team, Try again.”
“Fine, my manager said i need publicity to gain more traction with sponcers, a huge surprise wedding with some love story attached would look great for me.”
He wasn’t wrong this wasn’t a horrible idea, and the Stroll name would definitely help you out, plus he was gone all the time you’d see him the same amount you do now, which was hardly ever, once a month at most. You could go through a year of that
You slowly nodded your head, taking the chair across from your future husband. “If this is going to work we have to get our facts straight.”
Your hands ran down the white fabric of your dress, as people bustled around you. You looked beautiful, staring at yourself in the mirror it almost felt real, like you were marrying the love of your life. And you suppose that’s what it’s supposed to look like you were just a good actor.
Walking down the isle was a blur, you giggled at Lances tie Aston Martin green. After the wedding when you were both alone you made some comment about him being a free billboard, then he reminded you of the color dress you were wearing the night he had this bizarre idea. It was a small wedding but classy enough for the Sroll name to be honored.
“I can’t believe your family owns this.” You said in awe of the home tucked in the country side of Italy with the most beautiful view of the Amalfi coast you’ve ever seen.
“Our family.” Lance reminded you, moving to stand behind you and hold onto the railing. His words spoken with conviction, as if there was no part of his mind that believed otherwise. As if he’d allow you to think other wise.
“You know i think this is the best pizza I’ve ever had.” You practically moaned you’ve both been at the villa a week, every morning you sat on the balcony while waiting for Lance to finish breakfast that he insisted on making himself. Then you’d both work in the afternoon coming back together for dinner, which is where you are now.
He nodded in agreement, smirk growing on his face. “Maybe married life makes everything sweeter.” Adding a wink laughing when you shoved him making a tomato fall into his white shirt. You tried not to but it was impossible not to laugh at the look on his face.
“You’re gonna pay for that.” He playfully growled, hands reaching for your waist. You squealed running around the lush green yard Lance closing in behind you. Wrapping his arms around you lifting you into the air before softly laying you on the ground with him. His forehead pressing against yours as you both sobered up from your laughs.
‘Had she always been so beautiful?’ Lance thought to himself. His breathing slowed as he gazed at you. Your eyes bright with happiness as you caught your breath beneath him on the grass. He thought you couldn’t be more beautiful then that night at the country club, the green dress practically labeling you as his before you were. Then he was proven wrong again watching you said i do, at the alter. Seeing you now he realized that you would always be most beautiful when you were happy, and he made a vow in that moment fake marriage or not, you’d always be happy.
“Lance, Lance!” He was shaken out of his inner monologue by you shaking him. “We need to pack for the flight tomorrow.” Well that wasn’t exactly what he wanted you to say, but he knew you were right. So he hauled himself up, holding a hand out to help you, yanking a bit so you would fall into his chest, shooting you another wink.
You were both back in Canada after the honeymoon and your family practically demanded dinner with your new husband. “You know i can pull a J turn right here and we can go right.” Lance offered, seeing you uncomfortably shift in the passenger seat for the seventh time. You shook your head.
“No we have to do this.” You spoke seeing the large home come into view. “Are you sure you’re not just doubting my ability to pull of a turn like that, if you are I’m incredibly offended?” He joked, hoping to make you laugh which he succeeded.
“Of course not i know you could.” He tried to ignore the feeling growing in his chest at your praise. You squeezed his hand tighter the closer you got to the front door your jaw dropped seeing Adam, the doctor sitting at the dinner table.
Dinner went by silently the kind of awkward tension you could cut with a knife, Lances hand tightened it’s grip on your thigh, jaw clenching every time Adam talked about how good you two were together, as if you weren’t married and your husbands wasn’t right in front of him.  
“Excuse me but why is he here?” Your family acted shocked at the question Lance had asked, your mother was the one to respond. Completely Ignoring him as she directed her attention to you.
“Honey we just think that you didn’t give Adam here a fair chance. You got the rebellion out from you system with the driver now come home and settle down with a man that will be good for you.” While you were shocked, next to you Lance was seething, and the doctors smirk as if he was just waiting for you to jump into his arms didnt make the situation better.
“Not that i think you care but she can make decisions for herself and she chose to marry me not him, my family can actually help her achieve her dreams not just stuff her somewhere to play house for the rest of her life.” Lance scowled, how did someone as nice as you come from this he wondered now he knew why you found solace with his family.
“At least I wouldn’t be taking her from her family to follow me around the world sure she could have a little shop here I’d let her do that.” Adam explained like he was a better offer, your father even nodding along as if you needed him to give you anything. Lance slowly stood up from the table hands flat on the top leaning in closer to Adam.
“She doesn’t need you to give her anything she deserves more than a little shop she could have business deals around the globe if she wanted to i just happen to get to be a part of it, so let me leave you all with this. She’s my Wife not his and until you can treat us both with respect we will not be coming back.” Taking your hand he lead you out of your childhood home, still shaking with anger as he opened the car door for you.
“I can’t believe they invited him-“ his words died off as you leaned over pressing your lips to his, the first kiss you have shared outside of the alter. He sighed into you his hand on the back of your neck pressing you closer into him deeping the kiss. “Did you mean it?” You breathlessly asked his nose rubbing against yours not wanting to lose contact.
“Every word.”
“So where do you fly off to next?” You asked shifting through your opened suitcase on the bed. As he thought to himself. “Belgium,” you nodded. “How long are you spending here before you leave?” You asked trying to get facts straight in case someone asked, figuring you should know your husband’s schedule. Things have been a little awkward since your kiss, like neither of you really knew where you stood with the other you were excited from some space to get yourself in check.
“Uh probably leave tomorrow.” You weren’t going to like this he thought to himself. He sighed figuring to bite the bullet already. “Actually i was thinking you should come with me to the race.”
“Yeah i guess as your wife i probably should go to your first race being a married man.” That does make sense but the look on his face made you suspicious. “Just for this race right Lance?” He shrugged still not meeting you eyes. “Or all of them.” He mumbled.
“Lance!” You shout, rubbing your palms into your eyes. “The deal was i marry you then go home to work i can’t work traveling the world!”
“You’re my wife you have to be there with me or it will look weird, just the rest of the season. Plus like i told your family this could be your shot to make international deals.” He new that wasn’t the deal but after the two weeks with you he wanted to be selfish. “My dad will be there too, how else were you going to learn from him if not at the track?”
“We were supposed to be divorced by the end of the season,” you sighed laying back on the bed that shifted as he say next to you grabbing your hand. “Well about that…” he said making your eyes widden. “i swear to god Lance if you don’t leave me I’ll divorce you so fast!” Your decolration made him laugh a bit.  
“I’m sorry ow! i just don’t think anyone has ever said that before.” he yelped dodging your hands smacking his arm. “sponcers make deals after the season ends so they pick good divers i thought you knew that.” lies all lies but he hoped you didn’t do your research on it just yet.  
“So what now we wait till the start of next season?”  “Yep” he nodded, hoping he’d have you figured out by then.
Two races down and you had to admit, it was a great time. You picked Lawrences brain at dinner every night, and spent most of the race between Lance and your new friend. You even got to race Lance in the new Aston Martin vantage around the track for social media, you’re pretty sure he let you win but it was fun none the less.
Meanwhile Lance hated you’re new friendship with his teammate everytime he saw you, you were with Fernando. You both spoke Spanish so he couldn’t understand a word of it when he did squeeze himself between you.
“I don’t know what your problem is son, everyone loves her that’s a good thing.” Lawrence poke seeing his son glaring over at his teammate that just made you laugh. Stuffing his balaclava into his helmet harsher than needed.
“She’s my wife.” He gritted out childishly. “If she wants to learn about the cars she should be asking me.”
“You mean your fake wife?” His fathers words made him freeze. “Wha-what?”
“Please she’s way out of your league, we all know it. Plus you never spoke to her at the club and all the sudden your both in love, not likely.”
Of course he’d notice that, everyone else was easily fooled always seeing you sneak away to the Strolls, they all assumed it was for Lance. Only his father would know the truth.
“All i want to know is how you sold her on it.” He motioned his head towards you on the other side of the garage, who saw them looking and shyly waved, making him unknowingly smile back at you.
“I told her it would get her family off her back and she would be taken seriously with our name attached to her.” He ducked his head already knowing his father would disapprove of this concoction he mixed up.
“And what do you get out of this?” Lawrence asked making his son chuckle shaking his head. “God you sound just like her.” Remembering that’s exactly what you said to him that night in your living room.
“I uh told her i needed publicity for sponcers.”
“That’s the dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard, i can’t believe she fell for that.”
“Excuse? its the truth.” Now Lance was the one confused. “You sure about that?”
“Yes”
Lawrence Shook his head like he couldn’t believe Lance hadn’t figured it out himself yet. “You’ve never brought a girl to a race before, certainly never defended one against her family and gotten that jealous when another man makes her laugh.”
“How’d you know about what happened with her family?” Lance asked focusing on that rather than the rest of his points. “Her father called.”
Seeing his son staring off deep in thought he patted him on the back. “Just think about what i said.” And he was, he spent the rest of his day replaying every memory you shared together, he can’t remember smiling so much with anyone else. You haven’t even been together that long and yet he couldn’t imagine going a day without you.
He was sitting silently in a chair in your hotel room giving the occasional nod and ‘uh huh’ when nessicary, as you spoke. “Did you know Fernando was so funny, he seems so serious all the time but he’s actually-“ “Enough!” He shouted, not knowing he reacted out loud until he met your shocked stare. But he couldnt handle his jealousy and just finding out his feeling for you in the same day it was to much.
He stood up backing you into the wall holding your face in his hands. His breath fanning across your lips. “Lance?” His thumb running over your bottom lip stopped you from saying anything else. “Don’t talk about Fernando.” He said still starting intently at your face as if attempting to memorize it.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re mine.” Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. “What are you talking about?” He knelt to the ground on one knee. He didn’t propose last time he hoped this made up for it.
“I don’t want this to be fake because my feelings for you aren’t.” His admission made your breath catch in your chest. “I want to be the one you cheer for at the race, i want to kiss you on the podium when i win, i want to watch you take over the world and be at your side as you do. I want you to be my wife.”    
His hand had moved to grab yours, wedding bands shining even in the horrible hotel lighting as he planted soft kisses all over it as he spoke. Eyes looking up at you as if you hung the stars. “I don’t want this to be fake because i love you.” Pulling him up off the floor you smashed your lips together.
Lance immediately got over his shock and kissed you back just as passionately, you moaned as his tongue ran over the seam of your lips practically begging you for entrance.  His hands possessively running over your body exploring every curve he’s dreamt about. “I love you too.” You whispered, when you two eventually pulled away to breath, Lance smiled against your neck mumbles of “mine” “my wife” in between leaving love bites that you know you will have trouble covering in the morning.
You can’t believe it, his first F1 win and at his home race on less, you are sure your voice will be gone in the morning with all the screaming you and the entire Aston Martin garage partook in. If it was possible you felt yourself fall even more in love with him watching him on that podium covered in champagne.
“Come on, i know he’ll want to see you.” His trainer nodded their head for you to follow. Sharing high fives with the crew as you walked through the paddock to the circle of media your husband in the center. His eyes and smile widened, seeing you only a few feet away, frantically waving you over.
Laughing you shook your head, wanting him to have his moment. Lance never a man not to get what he wants, decides if you won’t come to him, he’ll go to you and that’s exactly what he did. He effortlessly worked his way through the crowd, eyes on you the entire time. Jumping In his open arms when he was close enough.
“I’m so proud of you” Lance squeezed you tighter as your words reached his ear, keeping you tucked close to his side when the interview caught up to him to continue where they left of.
“Lance, a home win for your first win in formula one how does that make you feel?” His smile was radiating as he answered everyone around could feel his happiness for this moment.
“It feels incredible, being surrounded by the fans and my family here just makes it sweeter.” Lance paused looking down at you. “But i owe it my wife Y/n, to me this win is hers as much as mine.”
As you watched him speak and that even in his proudest moment he was still thinking of you meant everything, his eyes full of love as he caught your eye. How the biggest lie became the best part of your life. Always just a few feet away from each other as you escaped your family in the past with the ones that became your new family in the future, you dont know how and to be honest you dont care because in the wild story of you and Lance you each found the love of your lives all starting with a marriage of convince.
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The mermaid and the pirate
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Before going to sleep last night I wanted to create this mood board for my twin @chloekistune of a possible AU of Soap, an intrepid Scottish pirate who ends up on a desert island, being found by the mermaid Chloe
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miracleandplagueau · 9 months
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So, here's a thing about Marinette.
She is a kind, rather cultured person, agrees to a lot of things, but also knows when to stand her ground and say no. The averagest of average protagonist models you can write with the exception of her obsessive personality trait. About Derision later, but she might possibly be one of the blandest characters I've seen in popular media
While watching Demon Slayer's finale yesterday, I realized something. Marinette is very much like Tanjiro. She can be both kind and badass when needed, be humble and be confident whenever the writers need her to be. Marinette is like Tanjiro -- written to be liked. She wasn't written to be unique or stand out from the crowd nor was she ever supposed to make a breakthrough in how to write a compelling protagonist to root for. She is a vessel. An empty vessel to watch in the background, because once you start analyzing her, it's over for your sanity
But why is she so hated then... She's so kind, so extremely helpful. A person everyone can get along with (famous people count too I suppose), but she also has her own frustrations like deal with brats who apparently targetted her as their victim for no apparent reason!! She has struggl-- It's nothing new. Look at it a little closer, go in depth and tell me that she has a consistent personality. She's more of a big pile of clay that the writers will model and shape according to their mood and how they want a certain storyline to end. Even Chat Noir has more consistent personality than her despite being neglected by both his own father and the writers. I guess more isn't always the merrier.
Is it actually hard to give YOUR PROTAGONIST a DAMN CONFLICT?! HER ONLY CONFLICT IS WHETHER SAYING "HI" TO ADRIEN WILL RUIN THEIR FUTURE TOGETHER. GIVE HER FLAWS GIVE HER CONSEQUENCES MAKE HER LEARN THE LESSON THE HARD WAY
Actually, I take it back. There is one conflict. Well, "conflict" or rather a turning moment for her is when she loses all miraculouses, which is followed by a nasty panic attack. That's it. That's all I could think of from the top of my head.
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The only thing that really makes her stand out is her obssessive nature towards Adrien and we got some insight on why in the season 5 episode Derision and you know what I have to say about that? Fucking BULLSHIT. In a very short summary, Marinette crushed on Kim, but he humiliated her whilst working with Chloe. After that event, she decided she will only confess to someone when she knows them through and through. Putting aside the fact that we only then found out that Marinette had a friend that wasn't Alya, It's actually a total asspull in terms of Kim's behavior. Why would Marinette be friendly to Kim in Dark Cupid when he did something like THAT to her? Why is he potrayed as a funny, a little misguided himbo in the friend group - did nobody actually know about what's happened? I mean obviously they had to so why is everyone pretending like everything is fine? Why is SHE pretending everything is fine? Did she forget?! The answer is no, because Derision was not planned from the beginning. Thomas heard that his beloved protagonist isn't liked and went back to the drawing board to cook up some fake depth to her. Despite what I said, I'd actually love to see an episode like that, maybe Chloe IS the bitch we're lead to believe she is and I could've accepted it as a valid explanation to both Marinette behavior and her cruel, unchanging nature....
IF IT WAS IN SEASON ONE OR TWO
Putting a lore piece like that in the final season of the story is actually fucking ridiculous. Do you really expect me to care NOW?! When we're like 15 episodes from the FINALE OF THE SHOW? Na-ah, absolutely fucking not
Everytime I see a post praising Derision for how well written it is my stomach does a fucking cartwheel this is not an exaggeration
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Marinette is like Zoe except Marinette is actually an asshole sometimes. It would be good If she was! I want to see an asshole protagonist where I'll have to see them change before I start rooting for them, but Marinette is neither changing, evolving or facing consequences. Using a miraculous for her personal gain and lashing out as Ladybug on Lila? it was a good fucking moment. I found it uncomfortable and embarassing to watch AND THAT'S A GOOD THING. IT HAD LONG LASTING CONSEQUENCES in form of Lila being a menance in return. Then again, I can't exactly praise Lila because she's equally as stupid- sorry, everyone's brains and common sense seem to evaporate when they're in Lila's closest proximity, but that's where they're similar. Everyone seems to lose their awareness when Marinette does her puppy eyes to break into a house too.
She is genuinely getting harder to watch and don't even get me started on season 5 because I've seen the leaks alright
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Of investments and returns - part 1
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Pairing: CEO!Sy x Dahlia Lewis (OFC; only vaguely described so you can imagine her the way you want)
Summary: Due to global economic troubles, Sy was forced to sell most of his company's shares to investors. Much to his displeasure, the investors commissioned a business consultancy to check the company for potential savings and optimization. Dahlia Lewis is one of the unwelcome visitors. And Sy's first encounter with her doesn't go smoothly.
Word count: ca. 5.4k
Warnings: slow burn, enemy vibes, pining
A/N: Inspired by @sillyrabbit81 and this post. I fell in love with the idea of CEO!Sy right away, but I must admit it has been a bit of a pain to put this story on paper. I’m still not 100% confident about it, but I think we’re slowly getting there, and I’d like to share the first chapter with you today.    
Thank you again for the lovely and encouraging reactions to the sneak peek I posted for this story!! It was much appreciated and a great motivation for me!! And I really hope you'll like the rest as well! *nervously chewing my fingernails*
Not beta’d, and English is not my native language, so you’d better be prepared for mistakes. Feedback means the world to me, and I’d love to hear what you think! Thank you so much for reading! 💕
Pictures: From here and here. And Henry Cavill, photographed by Patrik Giardino.
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“Name and birthdate?” 
“Dahlia Ann Lewis, born 11/04/1984.” 
The eyes of the Border Patrol officer flicked between my face and the passport in his hands as he matched picture and data with professional distrust. 
“Why are you visiting the United States, ma’am?” he asked after taking my fingerprints. 
“I’m on a business trip.”
“What company are you working for?” 
“Hartfield Consult.” Analysis, Solutions, Results - Your business is our business. I silently mimicked the company’s slogan, which had been drummed into my mind since day one. 
“How long will you be staying in the United States?”
“I'll be staying for four weeks.” Within four weeks, we will analyze your company and help you find the best solutions, so you can get the best results. I nearly shook my head at myself. Sometimes I wondered if ten years in this business had left their marks after all and if indoctrination had been successful without me being aware.
“Where will you be staying?” 
I told him the name of the hotel with a demonstratively cooperative smile, hoping that’ll satisfy him. But far from it. 
“Who will be paying for your trip, ma’am?” 
“My employer pays for board, lodging, and expenses.” And a part will be charged to the company for which we’re actually supposed to determine potential savings. So much for that.  
The officer studied me for another moment in silence before he finally handed me my passport and dismissed me with a nod. I barely managed to bite back a sigh as I made my way over to Chloe and Harold, who were waiting for me at the baggage claim. My dear colleagues and my only company for the next four weeks. Of course, neither of them came up with the idea of getting my suitcase while they were waiting for me. 
“What took you so long?” Chloe asked, a sour smile on her face, as I returned with my suitcase. 
“Don’t know,” I shrugged. “They asked more questions than the last time.” 
“Well, it was faster for us. Maybe you should have dressed a bit… differently,” she suggested with a telling look at her business costume and high heels. An hour before landing, she had changed her clothes, put her hair up, and put her make-up and jewelry on. 
“You should know by now that I prefer my clothes comfortable instead of reputable on a long-distance flight,” I grinned, involuntarily looking down at my outfit: comfy Jeans, t-shirt, cozy cardigan, and sneakers. 
“I know you prefer your clothes comfortable in all walks of life,” she grumbled, and I nearly laughed. A few years ago, her comments would have made me feel insecure. Now it felt like something between annoying and meaningless, depending on my mood of the day. And at that moment, I was just tired. Too tired to feel annoyed. 
“Are you ready, ladies? Let’s go get the car now,” Harold suggested absentmindedly, his eyes still directed at his phone as he turned towards the car rentals. He was one of those people who didn’t have to pay a mind to their clothes to be perceived as that reputable business guy. Gray hair and his PhD definitely worked in his favor. With casual matter-of-factness, he handled the rental of the car. And with the same matter-of-factness, he took his seat behind the wheel of the shiny black Mercedes Benz SUV.
I quickly got into the backseat, trying to ignore the slight smirk on Chloe’s face. She probably thought I was leaving the passenger seat to her as the senior - which she wasn’t. But actually, I just wanted to escape her chatter, at least for a little while. Whereas Harold had the unwavering confidence of someone aware of his impact, Chloe's equally unwavering confidence was shaped by an almost obsessive drive to be the best. However, they had one thing in common: They looked down on basically everyone else. Including me.  
On our way to the hotel, I leaned my elbow against the door, resting my chin on my hand as I looked out the window at the city I would stay in for the next four weeks. 
When I got the job back then, traveling all around the world was one of the things I had been most excited about. Now I still liked it, but it also made me feel tired. Although we traveled to so many different places, so many things stayed the same. The same task. The same processes. The same questions. Working overtime to finish the project in four weeks. The same hotel chains. Seeing barely more than the hotel, a few restaurants, and the highway of the cities we stayed in. Even the people we met seemed to be similar to each other. And once again, I found myself longing for… something. Something I couldn’t name yet. 
“Hello, earth to Dahlia?” Harold’s voice suddenly penetrated my thoughts. 
“Sorry, I was just thinking about something,” I answered a bit sheepishly. 
“Already thinking about our project, huh?” For a moment, I thought he was kidding me, but apparently, he seriously thought my mind was on the job. And I shrugged without correcting him. 
“Well, the company is interesting for sure,” he continued. “But we just discussed that we should only have dinner tonight and then go to sleep. No more working today.”
“Fine by me,” I instantly agreed. Working after such a long flight really wasn’t something I was keen on. “We'll have plenty of time to talk about the project on the drive tomorrow,” I added. 
There would have been other and less expensive hotels available near the company we were going to analyze. But nope, they had to book the 5* hotel with a gourmet restaurant on the other side of the coastal city. And that’s why we would probably have to drive at least an hour every morning and every evening to get from one place to the other during rush hour.
Tonight, there was no doubt that all of us were tired and had the best intentions to keep it short. Still, the drive to the hotel, the check-in, bringing the baggage to the hotel rooms, freshening ourselves up, and the three-course dinner at the hotel’s restaurant took longer than expected. 
When I finally closed the door to my room behind me, I felt beyond exhausted. I would have preferred to go straight to bed, but I already knew I would feel like this every night for the following four weeks. And so my mind seemed already half asleep as I forced my body to do what needed to be done: Unpacking my suitcase, neatly hanging my pantsuits on the hangers, putting my work phone and laptop to the charger, and preparing the documents for tomorrow. And finally, a long and hot shower. As hot as I could stand. I closed my eyes as the water pelted down on my tense shoulders, and the glass shower cabin filled with steam and the delicate scent of orange blossom - my favorite body wash, and as always, an air of habit and home. The same goes for my favorite PJs I put on afterwards. And for the book I picked up just to read at least a few pages before my eyelids grew too heavy.
The mattress of the queen-size bed was cozy, and so were the pillows and the duvet I pulled up to my chin. Still, I kept tossing and turning for a while until sleep finally came. And went. And came and went.
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I was used to sleeping fitfully during the first night in unfamiliar surroundings. As if a primeval part of my brain stayed awake to defend myself against possible predators. But when my alarm went off in the morning, I knew it was nothing that two coffees and some concealer couldn’t fix. And the nervous restlessness that seized me every time before important appointments did one last thing to wake me up.
I managed to get to the car at the appointed time, and this time, I took the passenger seat next to Harold, leaving the back seat to Chloe. And I tried my hardest to suppress the silly smile creeping up my face when I saw her pinched mouth. 
“Dahlia, how about you give us an overview of what we’ll be dealing with?” Harold asked or rather demanded at some point during the drive. Maybe he had hoped to catch me unprepared, but he could whistle for that. I would never ride onto this battlefield without armor.
“Syverson Aero was founded in 2014,” I began. “They're specialized in drones for first responders like law enforcement, paramedics, firefighters and so on. They employ about 50 people…”
“No ‘abouts’, please,” Harold corrected me. Idiot! And once again, I tried my hardest to keep a straight face as I leafed through my notes for the right number. 
“52 employees,” I specified in a neutral tone of voice. “The company was owned by the founder - his name is Syverson - until six weeks ago. They have probably faced economic difficulties due to rising prices and global supply chain disruption. And I said probably because we don’t know yet,” I quickly added with a sideways glance at Harold. “Boyce & Avery Investments bought 60% of the company shares and commissioned us to analyze it. In particular, we're supposed to focus on possible savings and optimization since the company's potential as a whole is not in question.”
“Well, we’ll see about that,” Chloe jumped in. 
“However, Syverson is still there as the CEO. We should probably expect a rather young and highly qualified team and more of a manufacture than a factory. Which is rare. And pretty cool, if you ask me,” I couldn’t help but remark. 
“And expensive,” Chloe and Harold objected almost simultaneously, making me suppress a sigh as I looked out the window. In the distance, you could already see a blue stripe - the sea. Which meant we were almost there. 
Rush hour was in full swing, and the six-lane harbor bridge was packed with vehicles as we crossed it. Yet, I refused to pay a mind to the city’s business life. Or business life in general. Instead, I longingly stared at the blue water hundreds of feet beneath us. I loved watching the sea and always have. I found it somehow calming and peaceful. As if the sight of those water masses made all my struggles shrink to insignificance. But the length of the bridge wasn’t remotely enough for the sea to work its magic. And before I knew it, we had crossed the bridge and turned to the industrial area of the city where Syverson Aero was located in several former warehouses. 
A front-row parking space had been reserved for us next to the CEO's parking lot. It was something we were used to. No matter where we arrived, we were mostly received very courteously. Not out of pure friendliness but because everyone was aware that the results of our analysis and our recommendations could decide a company’s fate. And I would probably never get used to that. 
“Here ya go,” said the friendly secretary of the CEO, who had introduced herself as Nancy when she had shown us to the meeting room. “Make yourself at home and feel free to help yourself with drinks from the fridge over there. Mr. Syverson and the rest will be here any minute.” 
“Thanks a lot, Nancy,” I smiled at her as Chloe and Harold mumbled something incomprehensible. 
“It was probably too much to expect sandwiches,” Chloe muttered as soon as Nancy had left the room, glaring at me as I failed to bite back a snort. But she didn’t have time to reply as we heard steps and voices in the hallway and three men and a woman walked into the room. 
Although he hadn’t said a word yet, there was no question that the man who walked in first was Syverson. It wasn’t necessarily his looks that marked him as the CEO. All above, it was his confident demeanor and how he took charge of the situation. Like he owned this place, which he actually did. Well, at least he still owned 40% of it.
However, his looks captured my attention as well. His thick full beard was probably the feature that stood out the most. It gave him a rugged appearance, just like his buzz cut, and it set him apart from any other CEO I had met before. At the same time, his side profile looked aristocratic enough to be on a coin or a postage stamp. What could maybe have come across as intimidating was toned down by the cute dimple on the tip of his nose and a pair of exceptionally beautiful blue eyes. In sum, he could have easily been the most attractive man I had seen in my life. If it weren't for the scowl on his face.  
He briefly studied the three of us before he held out his hand to me, who stood closest to him. I smiled, pleasantly surprised, as I shook his hand and introduced myself. Usually, Harold was the one greeted first, assuming he was senior among us - which he wasn’t. But my smile quickly vanished as I saw Syverson forcing the corners of his mouth upwards. It was more of a grimace than a smile, and it didn’t even remotely reach his eyes.
After he had let go of my hand, he greeted Chloe and Harold with the same spare courtesy he had bestowed upon me. And I turned my attention to the woman and the two men who had entered the room with him. We spent the next minutes shaking hands and introducing ourselves. And I felt relieved that the three seemed cautious as well but were at least a little friendlier.  
I was also pleased to note that no one here was wearing formal business clothes. Syverson wore blue cotton pants and a white button-down shirt, and none of it could hide the brawny, toned body underneath his clothes. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing a glimpse of what seemed to be the perfect amount of dark hair on his chest. Brown belt, oxford shoes, and a bracelet I couldn't recognize in detail completed his appearance.
The three executives wore casual jeans and shirts with the company's logo. And that meant we could turn our outfits down a bit. We always tried to blend in with the companies and employees, hoping that people would feel more comfortable around us and were more willing to support our work.
As everyone sat down at the meeting table, I quickly scribbled down everyone’s names and specialist fields in my notebook:
Syverson, CEO. Whatever his first name was. Either he didn’t tell us, or I didn’t hear it. 
Corey Anderson, production and warehousing
Hunter Morgan, development and IT
Savannah Brown, accounting and finance
“Well, one of the most important questions that need to be clarified from my point of view is how this whole thing is supposed to work out here in the next few weeks,” Syverson stated frankly when everyone had taken a seat. 
“Just as you have probably gathered from our emails, Mr. Syverson,” Chloe replied snippily, making me internally roll my eyes. My goodness, could she be any less diplomatic?! And I saw Syverson’s expression darken further. 
“You continue to work just as you would normally do,” Harold interfered. “We’ll be here, analyzing what we see. And we’re going to look through the essential documents at the same time. On this basis, we assess the current status and derive our recommendations for further action. We will inform the other owners and you accordingly.” 
“We'll try to keep disturbances for you and your team as low as possible,” I added. “It would be important for us to have a room where we can work, and we need to know who we can talk to about questions in our specialist fields.” 
“Nothin’ easier than that, if only we knew who was responsible for what,” Syverson remarked with a touch of irony, crossing his arms in front of him.  
“Well, we can get to that topic next once your questions are settled,” Chloe replied coolly, and she didn’t wait for his answer before she continued. “Ms. Brown, since financial economics is my specialty, the two of us will work together for the next few weeks. My colleague, Dr. Harold Vandermeer, is our engineering and production design expert, so he’ll be with Mr. Anderson and Mr. Morgan. And Dahlia Lewis is a business economist who will work in HR and Marketing. Who is responsible for these topics, by the way?” 
“The position of the Head of Marketing is currently vacant, so feel free to contact me for both,” Syverson answered with a curt nod and another half-smile in my direction. Oh boy. Of course, he had to be my contact person…
“Now that we’ve settled that, I'd like to move on to our day-to-day business. We have important orders to work through,” he stated. “Would you like to start with a tour of the company or a review of the documents?”
"I'll start with the tour," Chloe answered. 
"I'll join you," said Harold. And then, everyone looked at me, waiting for my answer. 
"I think I'll start with the documents," I made my decision and immediately regretted it when I saw Syverson scowling at me. 
"But how are you going to analyze something you haven't seen, Ms. Lewis?" he asked condescendingly, raising his eyebrows. 
There was no way I could have told him that I actually wanted to start with a tour, too, but without Chloe and Harold and their rushing and stupid remarks. But there was also no way I could let his words and his tone pass if I wanted to save my face. 
"Let that be my concern, Mr. Syverson," I replied determinedly, raising my chin as I locked eyes with him. For a moment, he stared back at me with the same kind of determination. The color of his eyes reminded me of glacier ice in the sunshine. They were stunningly beautiful. And also cold as ice. Finally, he shrugged, averting his gaze. 
"Corey and Hunter, could you show Dr. Vandermeer and Ms. …," Syverson slightly narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember Chloe's last name. 
"Thompson. Chloe Thompson," she reminded him with her usual sour smile. 
"Pardon me," he replied stiffly before he turned his gaze back to his colleagues. "Could you show Ms. Thompson and Dr. Vandermeer around, please? You can show them to their office after the tour. And come see me afterwards, okay?"  
"Sure, Sy," said Corey.  
"Ms. Lewis, I’ll show you to your office,” Syverson said, and it wasn’t an offer but rather an order. He impatiently fidgeted with his bracelet as we all gathered our stuff. Then, he motioned for me to follow him. In the hallway, he stopped at a door, peeking his head inside. “Nancy? Would you be so kind?”
“Sure, Sy,” I heard her calling from inside before she joined us. Syverson led the way as we walked down the hallway. 
“So, did you have a good flight?” Nancy asked, breaking the silence. 
“We had a good flight, thank you,” I answered. “They had some pretty good movies this time.”
“What did you watch?” she asked, sounding genuinely interested. 
“10 Things I Hate About You. Pretty Best Friends. And It's Complicated.”
“Oohhh, Meryl Streep, right? God, I love her!”
“Right. And she’s amazing!” I agreed with a smile, thankful for a normal conversation. 
“And which hotel are you staying in?” Nancy continued her questioning. 
 The name of the hotel seemed to surprise her.
“Classy,” she remarked, and I heard Syverson snort derisively. 
“Yeah,” I said hesitantly and a little sheepishly as I hated it when people thought I were a snob. When I looked forward, I saw him throwing me a scrutinizing look over his shoulder. 
“Well, at least you’ll be comfortable while you stay here,” Nancy said with a genuine smile. 
I smiled back at her, but before I could answer, I saw from the corner of my eye that Syverson had stopped in front of an office at the end of the hallway. I stopped abruptly, just in time not to bump into him, but still so close I caught a touch of his body heat and a whiff of his cologne. Which smelled really nice, as I must admit, and I felt heat rising to my cheeks when I took a step back. That hint of a smirk tugging at his lips didn’t make it better, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
“This is the office y’all can use for as long as you’re here,” he explained, gesturing to the room, his face void of emotions again. “Nancy will help you get settled.” 
“Okay, thank y…,” I began to answer, but he had already turned on his heels and walked away. 
Wow, that was… rude. I hadn't done anything to him, but he seemed to expect that I would. I could understand that the situation wasn’t easy for him. I really could. I mean, he had to sell a big part of the company he had founded and which was probably like his baby to him. That must have been hard. And now we were here to analyze his baby, find its weaknesses and recommend changes. It was very likely that the investors had commissioned us against his will. And it was also likely that they might implement changes against his will, too. He, in return, seemed adamant that he would definitely not like our recommendations or the changes that might follow. A part of me feared he was right. The other part knew I’d give my best to do a good job and come up with useful suggestions and recommendations. 
Maybe I shouldn’t have cared about this… or him at all. It’s not personal, it’s strictly business - another mantra that seemed to come with my job. But even after all those years, I couldn’t change that I cared. Because that was just how I was. 
As I returned my attention to Nancy, I forced a smile onto my face that probably looked like a replica of Syverson’s half-smile in the meeting room. I could tell she had something on her mind after watching the scene, but she didn’t say anything. And so, I just stepped to one of the three desks in the room and began to unpack my stuff so we could get to work. 
We had barely set up my wifi and Sharepoint access and gathered a list of documents we would need when Chloe and Harold returned from their tour. A quick tour, as I had suspected. Nancy assisted both of them as well, and just when we all were ready to get started, it was time for lunch. 
Corey - the production guy - came to pick us up when a food truck stopped in front of the company, and the other executives and some employees joined us. Only Syverson was nowhere to be seen. Or Sy, as everyone seemed to call him. During lunch, the rest of us decided to go by our first names, which wasn’t unusual around here. And as always, I was thankful when everything was a bit less formal. Chloe and Harold seemed far less enthusiastic but they couldn’t have turned down the offer without coming across as rude.
After we had returned from lunch, we finally got to work; mainly viewing and sorting documents to get an overview. And before we knew it, it was already 5 p.m. We decided to call it a day - aware that enough overtime would be waiting for us during the next few weeks. And thank god Chloe and Harold didn’t want to begin working overtime right on the first day. 
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Corey was the first person I met at the coffee machine the next morning. And I instantly took the opportunity to ask him for a tour around the company if he could spare the time. 
“Sure! Let’s drink that coffee in my office and get started from there, shall we?” he asked, smiling. He really was a nice guy who had shown us pictures of his wife and kids yesterday during lunch. And his office, which he showed me now, was plastered with photos of his family as well. And the blue and silver fan merchandise of the Dallas Cowboys. 
He took his time as he showed me around the company, patiently answering my questions as I took lots and lots of notes. We just stood next to a technician who explained different technical drawings and drone models to me when we heard Sy’s deep, distinctive voice behind us. 
“Corey,” he addressed him after briefly greeting the other employees and me. “What’s up? You were supposed to be at my office half an hour ago.”
“Oh, shoot, I’m sorry. I’ve been showing Dahlia around and didn’t realize how late it is,” Corey mumbled, looking at his watch.
Sy gave me a look. A long and stern and inquiring look that made me feel restless. He made me feel restless in general, although I couldn't be more specific as to why.
“Okay,” he finally said. “How much longer will it take you?”
“We’ve been to the warehouse and administration, but we just got started here. So, a while, probably,” Corey grinned with a look at my fully written notebook. 
“Let’s reschedule our meeting for the afternoon. And Ms. Lewis, come to my office when you’re done here,” Sy answered without batting an eyelid. 
Goddammit! What about asking? Or at least a please? Any of those things called manners? 
“Okay,” I replied with a curt nod. And after a nod from him, Sy disappeared again. Again, I noticed some of the employees eyeing him thoughtfully and maybe a little surprised, just like Nancy did yesterday. But just like Nancy, no one made a comment about it. 
However, I didn’t have time to give it much more thought since I returned my attention to the employees I had been talking to.
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Of course, I took my time to finish the tour, and when I arrived at Sy’s office, he was still out for lunch. 
“You can go in,” Nancy gestured towards the connecting door between the outer office and Sy’s office, smiling when she saw me hesitate. “It’s okay. He’ll be here in a minute. And you’ll have some company,” she called after me when I entered the room. 
Before I could ask her what she meant by that, I already saw the dog coming out from under the desk. 
“Her name is Aika, by the way,” I heard Nancy’s voice from outside. 
The beautiful German Shepherd approached me curiously and without hesitation. She looked pretty relaxed, and when I saw her wagging her tail as she began to sniff me, my heart melted.
“Hi,” I cooed, slowly extending my hand towards her. “Hi, Aika!” And since she didn't seem to object, I crouched down next to her and carefully began to pat her. “You are so sweet! Yes, you are!” I mumbled quietly as she leaned against my hand. “And you’re way nicer than your dad, huh? You are such a sweetheart! Such a sweet girl!” 
“Ms. Lewis,” I heard Sy’s voice greeting me, abruptly ending the peaceful moment. And I nearly lost my balance as I winced from the shock. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Had he heard what I had just said? I had only spoken softly, but there was a chance he could have heard me, depending on how long he had already stood in the room without me noticing. 
Immediately, I felt little beads of sweat beginning to form on my temples, and I unobtrusively tried to wipe them off as I hastily gathered my notebook and my pen from the floor. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I got up, looking for any signs of anger, but he just walked to his desk and sat down. Looks like he hadn’t heard me. Phew, lucky me!
“C’mere, Aika,” he called his dog, who still sat on the floor next to me, patting her fur when she obeyed. 
“Have a seat, Ms. Lewis,” Sy gestured towards the chair in front of his desk, and I felt my blood pressure rising again. He could have sat down with me at the meeting table next to the window. But no, he entrenched himself in his comfy chair behind his desk. Letting me sit on the visitor chair like a schoolgirl in the principal’s office. 
“You wanted to talk to me?” I decided to take charge and begin the conversation. 
“That’s right. I was glad to see you’ve changed your mind about the tour,” he remarked.
“I never said I didn’t want to take a tour,” I replied, shaking my head. “I just wanted to get an overview first. It helps me to know what I’m looking for. And I like taking my time and talking to people.”
“I can see that,” he said with a nod towards my notebook and a small smile on his lips that seemed genuine. And... pretty. Goddammit! 
“However, I wanted to talk about how you plan to proceed concerning your analysis of marketing and HR topics,” Sy continued. 
“Well, I'd like to begin with marketing. That means I need to know more about your drones, about your customers, distribution channels, marketing measures, and so on. I can see most of it in the documents, but it’ll be useful if you could tell me the essential things from your perspective.” 
“That’s doable. Let me just check my schedule real quick,” he mumbled, his gaze directed to the screen. While he checked his calendar for a free time slot, I studied his features.
Here in the bright light, I could see a few grays in his beard and on his temples, which made me assume he must be about my age. And one of his eyes had a brown spot I hadn’t noticed earlier. Then, he shifted his hands on the keyboard, and a soft clicking sound drew my attention to his wrist. Now that I could see it up close, I recognized a motorcycle chain bracelet that had caused the sound - black steel and definitely a contrast to the crisp white shirt and dress pants he wore today. And I wondered if he was actually riding or if he was wearing the bracelet just for fashion.
I nearly shook my head when I realized how long it had been since I had last sat on a bike. I had sold my baby when I had moved to the city and into the tiny and ridiculously expensive apartment that I still called my home. That was ten years ago. And I suddenly felt an overwhelming longing for a long ride bubbling up from somewhere deep inside of me. A longing for the sensation of sun and wind on my face and the speed and that feeling of freedom.  
“I’ll be with customers tomorrow, so there’s Thursday at 10 or at 2?” Sy asked, bringing me back to reality. 
“At 10,” I agreed. “That'll be fine since we plan to exchange our first impressions on Friday.”
“Okay. Then it’ll be Thursday at 10 here in my office.” He gave me a nod, signaling that we were done for now, and I gathered my stuff and walked to the door. 
“Ms. Lewis?” he said just when I put my hand on the door handle, and I turned around to face him. He leaned back in his chair, locking eyes with me. 
“I may not be a sweetheart like Aika, but I, too, can be nice," he said nonchalantly. 
I was so shocked I couldn’t utter a single word. I just stared at him with wide eyes, my mouth agape as blood rushed to my cheeks and my hands got damp. I must have looked like a complete idiot since a grin spread on his face as he watched me struggling for composure.
C’mon Dahlia, say something! Anything! A formal apology would probably be appropriate! 
“Mr. Syverson… I,” I finally managed to croak out. 
“You can call me Sy,” he interrupted me with a grin. A damn smug grin.
“Um, Sy… I’m… so sorry. I um… I,” I stammered, desperately searching for the right words before I simply gave up. “You know what, scratch that! I’ll just find myself a nice hole to die in,” I mumbled, wiping my sweaty palms on my pants.
And then, I stared at him, dumbfounded, as he began to laugh. A real and easy laugh, that seemed to come straight from his belly and made his shoulders shake. Without malice. And I felt a hesitant smile spreading on my face in return. 
“Please don’t,” he finally chuckled. “It ain’t that bad.”
“Well, that's easy to say if you’re not the one who could get fired,” I objected with a wry smile. And his smile vanished for a moment. 
“If only you knew…,” he snorted. But then the corners of his mouth curved upwards again. “Anyway, I'm not going to get you fired. It’s been a while since I’ve laughed like that at work.”
“Glad I could be of help,” I mumbled. “And again, I’m sorry.”
“And again, it’s okay, Ms. Lewis,” he reassured me.  
“You can call me Dahlia,” I offered, almost shyly. 
"Dahlia like the flower?" he asked, a smile still playing on his lips. Fuck, he really had a stunning smile. Just like the rest of his looks was stunning as well. I wasn't sure about whatever he was hiding behind his looks, but what I saw made my heart beat faster. 
"Dahlia like the flower," I confirmed when I remembered how to speak again.
“I'll see you on Thursday, Dahlia.”
“Until Thursday, Sy," I smiled when I left the room. 
As I made my way back to our office, I mentally facepalmed myself several times.
Congratulations Dahlia! He doesn’t get you fired, although he heard you basically insult him, and you’re instantly head over heels for him. And what now? You won't even think further in this direction, I admonished myself. That were a complete no-go. You'll keep it strictly business. Just be professional and do your job, and everything will be fine.
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Wired Autocomplete Interview
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Noah Schnapp x Male!Reader
Platonic/Romantic/Unspecified(Implied romance)
Summary: Noah and y/n do a 'Wired Autocomplete Interview' but the searches get... interesting.
Disclaimers/TW's: Some of the questions can get kind of rude.
Key:
Y/n L/n (First and Last Name)
Y/h (Your Height)
"Ok, y/n. Noah. Are you guys ready?" A woman shifted a camera while setting a stack of foam boards next to her on a table. You and Noah nod at each other and you give the woman a thumbs up. She nods back and counts down with her fingers from 3
'3, 2, 1...'
"Hi, I'm Noah Schnapp."
"And I'm Y/n L/n."
"And this is the 'Wired Autocomplete Interview'." You both smiled. You shifted in your seat and grabbed the first board being handed to you.
"Ohhh! Noah your first." You held the board in-between you and Noah and start to peel the first sticker off.
"Hey! I wanted to do it!" Noah whines a bit, but you move the board away from him.
"You can do mine when we get to it." He pouts but motions for you to proceed. "Ok, Noah Schnapp.... age."
"18."
"Noah Schnapp.... Doja Cat. OH! Yeah, I forgot about that." You look at Noah who looks slightly uncomfortable. You frowned a bit nudged his arm affectionately.
"We're okay now. Everything was resolved. No hard feelings." He looked at the camera and grinned, moving to lean closer to you in his chair.
"Moving on. Noah Schnapp.... Height?" You looked at him as he thought for a moment. He seemed to look more and more confused as he thought about it. "Do you not know how tall you are?"
"No. Am I supposed to?"
"Yeah, kind of!"
"Well how tall are you?" He looks you up and down as if trying to decipher himself how tall you are.
"Y/h." You give him a smug smile.
"Why don't you guys stand up and compare your heights?" The woman behind the camera says.
"Yeah, yeah, stand up y/n." Noah says, quickly standing up to stand in front of you. You hop up and stand in front of Noah as if in a face off.
"I would say about 5'8-5'9." The woman behind the camera says.
After about 10 mins of arguing about each other's height someone brought over a measuring tape to take both of your heights. Noah was 5'8 but refused to believe you were as tall/short as you actually were.
"Noah Schnapp.... Girlfriend?"
"Nope. Don't have one." You look at Noah from the corner of your eye, mumbling a 'sure hope not'. Noah smiles with pink cheeks before ripping off the next sticker himself.
"Noah Schnapp... Twin?"
"Yup. Her name is Chloe."
"Noah Schnapp.... College?" Noah's mood picks up by a lot as he starts to squirm in his seat with excitement.
"I recently just got accepted into UPENN State University." Noah was obviously very excited about getting to gloat about his acceptance into UPENN.
The video went on for a little while, both of you answering questions. Some more uncomfortable than others.
"Okay, last one. Why is Noah Schnapp... so cute?" Noah throws the board out of view of the camera and slides off of his chair. He was red in the face while he covered his eyes with his hands. You laughed while holding your stomach.
Noah groaned and leaned his head against your thigh as he sat Criss Cross on the floor. You placed your hand in Noah's hair and started to play with it.
"Maybe it's his cute little smile." You teased, reaching down to pinch his cheek jokingly. The same way Millie did in the last interview from a couple years ago.
"Glad you guys think so." Noah said as he got up from his spot on the floor. the woman behind the camera swirled her finger in a circular motion, signaling to you guys to wrap it up.
"I think that's it?" Noah looks over to you holds out his hand, his cheeks the same shade of pink as yours. You take hold of his hand and hold them up between you both.
"I'm Y/n L/n."
"And I'm Noah Schnapp."
"And this was our 'Wired Autocomplete Interview'."
Once the cameras are off you place a quick kiss on the back of Noah's hand and stand up, heading for the bathroom. A quick dorky wink being sent your way as you left the room.
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God I hate this oneshot.
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