#laurent: so it was that bad huh

[wonderfulwonderrful]

Season of Love (2/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you told Toto, "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That was the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong. Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader team principal. Genre: Romance, comedy, and some good drama. Author's note: Thank you for reading and supporting my delulu fic!

Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 2: Lights out, and away your feelings go!

Australia By mere luck, Toto had one of those sponsors' events in the afternoon, and he was wearing a Tom Ford tan suit with a white shirt, a classic ensemble, instead of his usual Mercedes kit.

And you, well, you looked so chic wearing a romantic Saint Laurent satin mini dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline paired with ribbon bowtie Jimmy Choo stilettos up to the occasion.

You wave Sam goodbye as she enters the car and returns to the hotel. And then Toto and you stay standing there, not knowing what to do next.

—So, at what time is the reservation? —Toto asks you.

—In two hours, it is downtown.

—Good. We are getting there on time, right?

—Oh yeah, we can go on my c... —You look at the empty space where your Lambo was parked - well, where Michael parked it, now empty and immediately take out your phone, shit! You left it on airplane mode. All messages and missed calls start to appear, red dots everywhere. Your assistant asked if you needed the car or if they had moved it to the hotel hours ago. Later, she sent the chauffeur to pick you up, but he couldn't reach you. He waited for you a long time and left.

—My team took my car, so...

—No worries. I can take us there.

"For sure you can!" you thought. Jesus, why were you so horny lately?

Toto then texts his chauffeur, and on your way, you two go; it was a quiet ride for a bit.

—So...

—So...

You both laugh at the back of the car.

—So our minds are connected, huh? —you joke, referring to your tendency to talk at the same time.

—It's becoming a bad habit, yes —Smiles. —I was going to ask you where have you been existing. Everyone close to me seems to know you, but they never mentioned it before; I feel left out; somehow, I have no idea who you are —Toto tells you.

—First of all, I take serious offense that neither Niki nor Sam mentioned me before; how dare they? And to answer your question in Belgium. I met Niki recently and Sam forever ago but she is pretty private so I guess that's why.

—Umh, I thought Sam and I had something special, but I'm calling it quits —Toto says. —She keeps secrets from me —putting on a fake sad face.

—Welcome to da' club. She's all Lewis's now.

-

Then, at the restaurant.

Toto and you were greeted by a blond supermodel-looking hostess who took you to your booked table. You entered the historical building - big old brown bricked walls, high ceilings with restored wooden beams, and dark marble tile floors - barely lit with just a couple of lights strategically placed reflected on the walls. The tables were small and intimate, and all the furniture was statement pieces - wooden carved and expensive textiles - the silverware and china were spectacular. The place was a printery back in the day, and it ended up in the middle of downtown and has now turned into a Michelin-starred restaurant.

The hostess acted extra caring with Toto, taking all the time to tenderly adjust his blindfold and explain every single step and detail of the dining experience. Since he couldn't see her, she went all handsy, relying on touch a bit much, and for obvious reasons, she tied your blindfold too tight. Really, girl?! Sorority like in where?

—So it's crucial for the experience when you give the food to each other, slowly savor the flavors and then start a conversation about each dish, what it made you feel, what reminded you of, what you thought it was, taking turns —she tells you two as she takes each your hand and makes you feel the space where a single plate full of finger food where to be placed - on top of a marble "lazy susan." —Please let me know if you need me —a lot of emphasis on "need me" and more addressed to Toto than you.

Wait, what?! Give each other the food?! What on earth?! You are so glad Toto isn't able to see you because, for sure, you are tomato red. Then you hear the hostess walk away.

—I frequent high-cuisine restaurants all over the world, yet I haven't dared with this one. It has so many mixed reviews —Toto tells you.

—I met the Chef at an auction gala for charity. He sat at our table and sold us the idea, which sounded exciting and intrigued me, so I told him I would stop by when in Melbourn —you add. He never mentioned that we had to feed each other during the experience.

A moment later, the dish arrived, and the experience began. Your hands were shaking a little bit. Your days went from ignoring Toto's bare existence to placing food into his mouth now.

—By all means, you go first —He offers you. Why did he have to be a gentleman?!

—Sure, thanks —You don't know where to start, so you pick a bite and stay there frozen when Toto notices it softly grabs your hand to guide you to his mouth to avoid you pocking him an eye with the food. Many "Oh god, oh god" fill your mind. You could sense him slowly biting the food from your fingers, his warm breaths on your skin, while hearing soft crunch noises.

He munches. And you wait, hand now resting on the table.

—Soft skin —he says.

—That is what it tasted you like?!

—No, of course not —Toto softly chuckles. —You have soft skin. The bite tasted like, amh, some sort of Gnocchi, but it wasn't. I'm not a big fan of this one and its flavor.

—So you like Italian cuisine?

—Everyone likes Italian cuisine, duh.

—Excuse you? That attitude, Sir! —you flirt, I mean, joke with him.

—Yes! I used to spend the summers in Italy with my family. It is a country that reminds me of my father. Cinque Terre has a special place in my heart.

—You miss your dad —You say before thinking, shit! Now he will assume that Sam and you gossip about him or think you Googled him. Shit! You are supposed to not know anything about him. Lol, if he knew. —It must be hard being away from family all the time with this busy schedule —Smart girl... Good save..?

He looks at you, a bit confused. —Ahm, yes. I miss my dad.

—Okay, it's my turn! —you shift topics quickly and naturally.

Toto picks up a small bite, and you wrap your hand around his wrist, guiding him to your mouth. Your thumb finger could feel his pulse, which weirdly relaxes you. You bite the food slowly, and your lips make a bit of contact, brushing the skin of his fingers.

—What does it taste you like? —he asks you. You try your best not to have dirty thoughts.

—Feet? God, this is awful —you answer while trying to chew the fucker.

Toto almost chokes on his water. Who calls feet a signature Michelin-star dish?

—I'm so hating this! I can't with pretentious places, to be honest. Uptight people are the worst!

—You tell me I live surrounded by those, but you will be fine. Why did you mention the uptight people?

—Send tips. Because there is no way an average person could have come up with this idea and this type of food! What are these flavors, honestly?!

—You are hilarious.

—Aw, thanks. What am I to you, a clown? Well, every circus needs one... I'm glad to help! Why do you keep laughing, stop!

—You are so right; F1 can be a circus! —Toto admits.

—So, what's your job at the F1 circus? No, seriously, don't laugh. TOTO STOP. Do you juggle or what? —You two keep reaching closer over and under the small table, knees now touching.

—Highly accurate! Or I could be that one guy on the tightrope! —He waves his arms.

—So meta. Listen, for us girls being the ones stereotypically called "catfight-ty," you guys...

—You have no idea! And it is just starting...

—Does the drama get too good? You are getting me excited! Don't play with my heart, Torger.

—I won't —Somehow, it sounds more profound and meaningful. Silence.

—Can we go back to the food, please? We are getting distracted from its delicious flavors —you say amidst giggles. —What? Don't you believe me? This dish is so good, "Latifi good".

Chuckles. Then you notice Toto left his right hand on top of yours this whole time.

With your free one, you pick up another portion. —Oh, you are going to love this one. Smells, uhm, so good. Wait for my soft hands to come closer —you tease Toto.

He loses it. People around you start judging you two; you are being "noisy."

—Why suddenly I don't want to open my mouth? I'm not helping you get there anymore. Find your way; if you miss it, then I'm so sorry.

—Oh, don't you worry, "Tots". I can always ask for more of these.

—Oh god, no.

The dining experience ended on the sixth small bite, thank Jesus. You two never walked out of a restaurant that fast, and none of you felt like staying to experience the drinks part, judging by the food.

But were in desperate need of refreshers. The night was now fully set, and the air was fresh. You two walk almost hand in hand on the sidewalk under the clear skies, choosing to explore the city, looking in the surroundings for a pub. You were lured by a very busy one - with live music - three drunk girls burst out of the door in a great mood, and it looked packed; then it must be good!

It was. —Do I ask to pour you a pint, too? Or are you on a diet or something? —Toto offers you on his way to get drinks. A great cover of "Your Love by The Outfield" played in the background. The singer had great vocals, and the guitarist was so talented.

—On a diet? God, no. I'm not that fit! Who gives that excuse? Who's that picky?

—There are people —Toto answers, a bit sad. You wonder if Sussie behaved like that. Of course, you don't dig.

While he goes on his mission, you find the last free table for yourselves. The place was what you pictured when someone said "pub". A classic, extensive wooden bar, tap beer, and tons of bottles on display. Small round tables, bar stools, and many empty frames hanging on the wooden panel walls mixed with art deco posters. It's nothing fancy but eclectic and cool.

As time passed, you two got drunk and the beers, too. You talked and talked and talked about everything. At least what you two wanted to share, obvious subjects were avoided. Toto didn't mention Sussie the whole time, and you chose not to reveal much about your "situation." The two of you formed a bond and had such chemistry none could explain. You were feeling so comfy with each other. He looked so happy and having a blast, and you were, too.

Then, the drinking contest started, and you sent your best knight to battle. You ended up sitting cross-legged on top of the bar with your short dress going up with your every move, surrounded by a group of people watching the spectacle - as well as the other couples of contestants - with Toto on his feet right next to you, resting one of his hands on your thighs. At the same time, you poured the beers directly into his mouth. The first one to finish a row of four pints with no pauses and successfully do "the loaded twirl" - four fast spins - then walk to ring the bell at the end of the counter - without falling - could leave not paying a penny, and win a cool metal medal too.

Toto sounded the bell first. And the place went fucking nuts.

By the end of your night out, you two couldn't even walk straight as you were being playful on the sidewalk on your way to meet your driver. At some point, you lost a heel while dancing, you knew how to move and rhythm was natural to you. Toto carried you around until a good soul gifted you his flip-flops; the poor unknown hero was so into you. Fantastic pubs and guys on flip-flops, thank you, Australia.

While rocking the stranger's flip-flops with your Saint Laurent mini dress, you were singing and throwing some moves on the street at the sound of "Notorious by Duran Duran" - it was the last song you heard the band played before leaving and got stuck in your head - it was around 4 a.m. by then.

Toto had his medal wrapped around his head, looking all stupid and hot. There is no sight of his suit jacket. He must have lost it when you took him to the bathroom - of course, you waited for him outside. He was too drunk to get there alone - or when you two started dancing, burning some of the alcohol in your systems.

There is something about him that makes you feel so many things, and you don't want the night to end. And you wanted to spend more time with him, listening to his voice, hearing his laugh, looking at his eyes, having his body near yours. You find him so attractive.

—I don't remember the last time I had this much fun; it must have been ages ago! —he says, way too loud and drunk.

—Me too! We should do this again! Are you sure it's here? —you reply, looking around. No cars in sight.

—Yes! I'm not that drunk. Here is where the pin marks —he says, looking too closely into his phone. His nose almost touched the screen, looking at the map.

—Let me see.

—Nein —He raises his phone, extending his arm, placing it out of your reach. You jump to grab it, failing miserably. You ended up bumping him instead. Balance isn't a thing for any of you at the moment. And you both get closer. At some point in the night, you two started to behave like magnets, unable to keep away from each other, all handsy. Toto places a hand on your lower back to steady you.

You aren't sure if the sensation you are feeling is the alcohol in your system or the butterflies in your stomach.

—You are so carefree. Zero pretentious. So fun. So captivating, so... —Toto says in such a dangerous voice, staring at your lips with his fingers, placing your hair behind your ear.

You two get closer.

—So..? —You beg him to continue, staring at his lips too. You take the lead and start closing the distance between you.

It's been a while since either of you had sex in your lives.

Or love.

He looks at you with desire and affection but without moving an inch. Then Toto decides to take a step back.

That distance feels like miles, and the car arrives. Ending an almost perfect night.

You feel ashamed since you overstepped and carried yourself away. None of you mentioned what just happened on the ride back to the hotel.

-

Spending time with you starts to feel like a necessity to him now.

Toto is standing there, left shoulder leaning against the bar wall near where the band is playing, sipping his beer, watching you dance with some strangers, glowing and smiling, and having fun among those girls while he admires your curves and body movements. You have the magic to make him forget about the rest of the world, its people, and its problems. Going out with you tonight felt like healing, like self-care. 

After days of being heartbroken, Toto called things off with Sussie, which was not an easy choice. She was the love of his life, or so he thought, and after spending a significant portion of your life with someone, saying goodbye to that person is never easy.

Even if tonight was great and felt like a lucid dream, he couldn't escape reality forever. This Cinderella story had an end.

Of course, he notices the way you look at him. The attention you pay to his every word, your excitement every time you make him smile, or how you lean closer to his touch whenever the two of you make accidental - or not - contact.

But he wasn't ready for you. Of course, he would love to make a move and enjoy the whole of you, explore your every corner, trace your hips with his hands, and feel your body beneath his, making you release sounds he would love to hear. He wanted to fuck you badly, but you weren't just for a one-night stand.

You deserved someone who could fully admire you. That worshiped you. And Toto wasn't able to be that guy at the moment. He felt wounded and needed time for himself.

So, when you had the courage he lacked to make the move, knowing that if he accepted that kiss, you would wake up tangled in his sheets, he stepped back.

Seeing your surprised, embarrassed, and hurt reaction spiraled him into coming days of somber mood and turned into a quiet ride back to the hotel.

-

Once you reach your destination, the driver opens the car door for you, and you step out of it, praying your balance has returned. After that fiasco ending of the night, all the alcohol in your system seems to have evaporated thanks to that emotional gut punch Toto gave. You glimpse Toto catching your step, walking now as normal as you.

You two may be walking seemly normal now but your looks scream drunks, loud and clear! - messy hair and clothes, not to mention your flip flops, a thing that made you smile as you remembered the now distant memory - as you passed by a floor-to-ceiling mirror on the way to the elevators.

The bellboy pushes the buttons to open the elevator doors for you.

—On which floor is your room? —he asks.

—Oh, no, we aren't...

—Eleven —you answer a little deadpan, interrupting Toto.

—Fourteen —he mumbles.

As you two go up, you start saying goodbye, also wanting to cut the tension a bit. —It was a fun night, "Tots"! My liver may disagree, but we'll see —you smile.

—Yeah, yeah, it was, except for that horrid food —he replies.

—Let's not, let's bury that part.

He nods with a small smile. The door opens on your floor. You smile at him one last time and head out.

Toto wants to say, "Wait!" or follow you down that corridor, inviting himself to your room and bed, but instead, he remains just standing there, and the elevator goes up.

-

You take your time to walk down the corridor, hoping there is still a chance, till you hear the sound of the elevator's doors closing and following it, total silence, no footsteps, no movement. So you let out a sigh and get inside your room.

You are left facing a feeling of emptiness and solitude as you walk across the empty and dark suite with your surviving heel in hand, and then you toss it across the room on the carpet. You enter the shower and start washing your make-up and body off, letting your mind wander to the idea that the two of you could be there right now.

So, a bit defeated by not having Toto's naked and wet body before you, you send yourself to bed, struggling to fall asleep and shut down your brain; after a while, you feel yourself drifting away in the arms of Morfeo - and sadly not Toto's.

-

—He thinks I'm captivating and have soft hands —you say while giggling like a teenager, adding sugar to your Chai at the end of the counter. Already in a better mood, trying to look at the bright side of things.

—Soft hands??? —Sam replies, making a silly face and grabbing a napkin.

You two meet on your way to get Starbucks, located two buildings away from the hotel. You are still hungover and need fuel before stepping into the paddock.

—You know, never mind. I don't want to know —Sam adds, biting her bagel.

—Oh, wait. No. Nothing like that happened —you wave your hands in concern.

—Calm down; you know he and Sussie are in the middle of a time-off. Nothing wrong if it had happened. He has been in such awful moods lately that I think he needs it to happen. This time, their breakup seems real.

—Really!?

—Can you at least don't sound that excited? Oh god, you are smiling. I hate love —Sam sips her black coffee, rolling her eyes at you.

—Leave me live my fantasy, alright? —praying sign, you joke.

—Now you will be all weird around him, won't you?

—Nooo, well, maybe a little. What? Like you don't ship us.

—Puff —Sam lets out.

—Oh, you fed me way too many details about him for years and set us up last night just because, huh?

—Okay. Fair. I sold you the idea. Am I clever, or what? Listen, I care about you two a lot, and frankly, I think you are great for each other.

—Ooh, so Sam Dobrev has a heart.

—Shut up! Please don't make me regret it —she replies, all done with life.

-

—Hi, big guy —Sam pops her head inside Toto's office, simultaneously knocking on the open door.

—You owe me one —Toto answers deadpan. Concentrated, looking straight at his iPad, not bothering to look at her.

—Why?

—That restaurant you made me go to was horrible.

—Well, I didn't pick the place, so no whines to me, but at least the company was fantastic, right?

—Umhju —Toto mutters, still looking at the screen. Then silence.

Sam interprets that answer as I'm not telling you anything else.

—Since you are here trying to gossip. Aren't you busy? If you have free time, you could help me with several things.

—Jeez, that mood. I'm not here to gossip. Here, sign this. Niki needs it.

Toto reads the paper Sam just gave him and picks up his phone. —I need to make a call. Would you mind closing the door on your way out? Thank you.

—Okay —Sam answers slowly and exaggerates the "O" while doing what was asked. Even she knows messing with a somber Toto wasn't a good idea.

Unfortunately for you, no gossip or insights of your night out were obtained from Toto.

-

It was a Grand Prix victory for Lewis. And a third place for Mick, but since it was his first podium, you guys celebrated as if he had just won the race. Sadly, Millie got pulled out of the track for a technical issue with the car.

You were hoping to chitchat with Toto at the podium ceremony, make him laugh a little, and watch his beautiful smile. Well, you hoped that the entire day, actually. But he was nowhere to be seen.

Until you spotted him in the distance, there was no casual way to start a conversation with him that way, and you didn't want to be perceived as pushy or desperate going straight to him. So you let the idea die. There was no rush.

If something was meant to be, it will happen without forcing things.

Right?

-

Azerbaijan

On the paddock in Baku, Toto chose to behave the opposite of that night in Melbourne. Serious, professional, and borderline unfriendly - but still polite.

That caught you off guard, and it was so confusing. After spending that great time together, you thought you two were on your path to becoming friends or more if luck was on your side. You didn't get the sudden change, and it was a bit hurtful when you went to say hi to him - all warm and smiling - and he gave the cold shoulder with a blunt "Good morning" and kept on walking.

You stood there looking a bit stupid, wondering if you did something to bother him or if he was acting Austrian. Maybe Toto was feeling really uncomfortable by how you approached him at the end of that night. Damn, drunk you!

But then, a couple of hours later:

"Unknown" is typing...

—Darci told me you left your office to have lunch. But I'm here outside your hospitality and don't see you - Toto.

Your assistant gave him your number. —Hi!!! Yes, I'm here having lunch.

—Where? I'm wearing my good glasses, and I'm sure you are not that bald guy eating a salad.

—Sandro is a very nice guy. Look up, grandpa!

—The rooftop? What are you, a pigeon?

No joke in reply, just an honest: —I like the view from here. It's peaceful! Bonus points for being private. No one bothers me here or intrudes. It's my secret special place. Do you want to join?

Toto finishes climbing the ladder and goes to greet you, kissing you on the cheek. As he does so, a crazy thought crosses your mind: What if you turn your head? Is stealing a kiss considered harassment? But you don't.

You two share your homemade Yakimeshi - you love cooking even if you have a private Chef, and you are damn good at it, well, according to everyone that has eaten your food, so you ask the hotel to get you the fresh ingredients you need - while talking about the day, sharing ideas, throwing shade, and enjoying each other's presence.

—What a diva! —you reply, grabbing a portion with your chopsticks.

—I know. I expected better, but engineers... you know —Toto shrugs.

—Ye! —you agree. Sometimes, they acted, well, a little bit challenging.

Toto was acting so relaxed and casual as you expected him to be, and not what was going on in the morning. You wonder so badly why there is a change in ways, but you don't dare to ask.

"What if he has bipolar disorder?" a question that came to your mind at some desperate point during your day. Not that there was something wrong with that.

The sun is setting, and you two enjoy the view, sitting next to each other - no space in between - He places his arm around you, palm resting next to your left hand, but without making physical contact.

This becomes a routine for you two, lunching together on the rooftop of the W hospitality, away from the rest of the world, in your private little bubble. It becomes your favorite moment of the day. And Toto's, too, even if he swore he would never like routine.

-

Miami

—Excuse me, excuse me, how did the tire taste you like? —you tease a very solemn Lewis walking past you on the paddock while you pretend to hold an invisible mic at his face, acting like a reporter. An instant smile forms on his lips.

—Roscoe attack! —Lewis commands.

Roscoe stares at him for a second and then wanders to sniff a palm tree, not caring.

—I think your trick didn't work —you get closer to greet him with a hug.

—He is too lazy for that —he tells you while embracing you.

—You are too cute; don't listen to that man! —you say with a silly voice, addressing Roscoe, letting Lewis go, and flexing to pet the dog, rubbing around his ears, which Roscoe seems to enjoy.

It was a Qualy of hell for Mercedes. Lewis's car's back tire flew out into the air before bouncing on a safety barrier at speed, almost hitting him back. Plus, George's car ended up in the gravel after losing power.

In contrast, Williams did great. Mick was one with the car, achieving the day's fastest lap.

—Feeling better, sweetie? —you ask Lewis with honest concern, after seeing the incident unfold and how he made it out of the car really distraught.

Although you must admit that even though that whole thing wasn't funny, the memes were pure gold, so you texted Toto your pick: the one where the tire hit the space station with a photoshopped explosion, the one with Lewis's face photoshopped on a baseball player hitting a home run, but instead of the ball it was the tire and your favorite, the one with photoshopped Toto, Lewis, and George riding the tire to the sky.

—Yeah. I'm good. A positive mindset always helps, thanks.

—I think I just saw you kicking, crying, and screaming in the bathroom, Mr. Positive Mind Set —Sam joins the conversation, teasing him.

—HA HA

—So, what's the plan for tonight-A? —she asks.

—Noone human says tonight like that. Not even Michael Jackson on drugs —you tell Sam.

—We are in Miami, chica! Aren't we clubbing?! —she replies.

—Are you high?

—I will if we go out...

—You realize we are here for work, right? —Lewis asks her.

—Like we haven't done it before. What's the worst that could happen? Toto finding out? You losing the race? Toto, finding out you lost the race because you went out clubbing with us?

—Yes! —you all answer at the same time. —To all of that —you add.

—Well, not if Toto comes with us...

Lewis starts laughing like a madman. —Sam, are you suggesting convincing Toto to go clubbing with us the night before the race so he doesn't get mad if he finds out we went clubbing?

—I got lost, mate —George arrives, earing that last part, trying to figure out what the hell.

—Well, I'll not be convincing him. Y/N is.

—ME?!

—If you really love me, you will —Sam pushes you toward the Mercedes' motorhome.

Gaslighting a bit much?

-

How am I supposed to do this? I'm going to sound so unprofessional. Although, technically, you two went out pub-ing?? and got drunk the night before the race in Australia. Okay, that made-up word sounds terrible; let's never use it again, so there may be a slight chance to relive that.

At least you needed to practice your words before going in there since "Hi, Toto, wanna go clubbing?" wasn't an option but destiny was a bitch; you two crossed paths before you had the opportunity to rehearse. Toto was on his way back to his office; he left his badge access on his desk. He seemed surprised to see you there; you were far away from the Williams' grounds. So you are forced to improvise.

—Are you looking for Sam?

—No, not really, not this time.

—Oh. Niki?

—Nope.

—Lewis?

—You.

Toto was now standing right before you with his hands in his pockets, all tall and handsome. You liked him even more when he wore his reading glasses.

You start a bit shy; Toto has a powerful presence. —I heard Miami has excellent places, and because last time I made you join me for that awful dining experience, I thought maybe we could go out and have a good time but in a better establishment.

—Tonight?

He sounds slightly judgy. You go on: —I was talking with the guys, and they mentioned "Floyd." It sounds great...

—The guys?

—Sam and Lewis, and George...

—Ooh, they sent you? Sam!

Oh boy.

—The cocktails sound goo...

—I'm not taking my drivers drinking or to a nightclub before the race or allowing it. It's ridiculous —Toto interrupts you again.

You look at him, now slightly nervous and bummed out.

—None of us is going; it's not happening —Toto adds firmly.

Yeah... He was a pro at the top of his game. Of course, he cared about discipline, mindsets, and winning races and titles; what were you thinking?!

You nod apologetically. Your eyes look a bit sad, well, because... You don't need to explain why. Just start turning around to head back and tell them the news.

—Wait! We could go to "Basement", which has a bowling alley and a DJ. But no drinking! Not even a drop for anyone; we must return to the hotel at a reasonable hour. Do you like that? That makes you happy?

—Sounds perfect to me —your smile is big and bright. Did Toto change his mind to please me?

-

To make things even, you end up bringing Millie and Mick. You wanted to make clear you weren't playing unfair tactics with your opponents. You earnestly desired to spend a good time with the people you began to care about.

The place was all for yourselves. It was a club slash bowling alley with colorful neon lights reflecting on the lanes, varying intensities and colors to the DJ's beats. It was a dope place.

Lewis invites Seb. They two took bowling seriously and had a years-long competition. They show you a list of their scores on Lewis's iPhone going back to the dark ages.

Bono also shows up, and Carlos and Lando, too, God knows how.

Lando starts stretching right in front of you, warming up, and making eye contact with you while doing his poses in a bit too sexual and exaggerated way. Samanta and you start laughing at him for acting all idiot. You two sit on the bowling benches while drinking Coke and eating popcorn.

—Every group needs a slut —you tell Lando.

—I don't think you are impressing her, man —Carlos joins, watching the spectacle, on his feet.

—It reminds me of when little children warm up before jumping into the pool —you kill Lando with your words.

—You have never seen legs like this —he tells you, overconfident. All of you laugh. —But, I will fight for your heart, malady. Is there another knight brave enough to face me in a bowling fight to the death?

—But what's the prize?! —Seb screams across all lanes.

—A NIGHT with the princess —Lando claims.

—Keep dreaming, sweetie —you reply.

—A KISS from the princess —he backtracks.

—Fine! Everyone, write your names here! —Sam takes a Post-it and a pen out of her purse - an assistant's habit - and passes them around.

—WHAT?! What are you doing?

Sam starts folding the papers and mixing them up. —The council calls Sir Hamilton to the pit!! Please choose your horse and weapon for the fight (lane and bowling ball) —Sam reads Lewis's name from the paper she picks up, and then she selects another one. —Warrior Dobrev to the fight! —cheers are heard, and Mick and Carlos pat Millie on the arm and back; Vettel massages her shoulders when she stands by her approach area. —Knight Wolff to the pit! And last but not least, Warrior Bonnington, too! —there were only five lanes. —You all brave souls are to fight buffoon Norris for a kiss of the Lady. Lord Vettel and I will oversee the combat.

—Hey! —Lando complains, pouting. Then, George starts motivating him, and they start making stupid grunts and jumps before the bowling round begins.

—The battle commences now! —Sam calls.

—You really need to stop watching House of the Dragon —you tell her.

—It's official: Bono is the worst player I have seen —Vettel interrupts, watching Bono be the first to get disqualified. —Is it okay if I leave you a second? If I don't go and bother Lewis every time to time, I get anxious —Sebastian sweetly tells you.

—Go, honey —You pat his hand and let him go. You two were watching the competition unfold together.

Lando, Lewis, and Toto were really good at it, but Millie was in a league of her own.

—How can someone so tiny have such a steady grip? —Lewis tells her she was in the lane next to his.

—Lew, I gladly would share with you all my secrets if I wasn't determined to win this —Millie replies.

—So you really want to kiss her? —he is curious, and a little smile forms on his lips.

—Look at Y/N, I wouldn't mind, but I don't want to. I think all five of us here hate losing... or love winning. Well, except for Lando, I believe he truly wants to kiss her.

"Not just him," Lewis thinks, looking in Toto's direction. After years of being teammates, he could read him like a book. It isn't just Sussie who has him shifting moods. Since you appeared, Toto began to act all weird. When Lewis noticed the looks you both exchanged, everything made sense to him.

And another fantastic strike from Lando.

Millie was almost right. Lewis loves winning and hates losing, but not when friends or feelings are in the middle. A lesson Sebastian taught him. So Lewis prepares and throws the worst shot he has ever made. His bowling ball bounces, hits the gutters, and invades the next lane, instantly disqualifying him.

Hisses and laughs fill the room. Lewis turns around, shrugs, smiles, and goes to take a seat. A minute later, he feels a thumb rubs his neck, caressing it. —Sir Hamilton, my good Sir, you sure are an honorable and respectable fellow —Sebastian tells him with his best Shakespearean voice.

—Stop talking like that, please.

—It doesn't please you how this low-grade peasant talks, good Sir?

The face Lewis gives him is priceless. Vettel laughs, and Lewis slides closer to him on the bench.

A loud "AAARGGH" comes from Lando as he dramatically throws himself to the floor. Wooff, what an awful shot.

—Luck next time, Lando! —Sam teases him as Carlos and George pass by, carrying him to the benches, one grabbing him by the legs and the other by the arms. Out of the competition, he was.

Now, it was a Dobrev vs. Wolff clash.

—Make our house name proud, niece! —Sam yells at her.

—You are having too much fun, aren't you? —you tell her.

—Sorry —Sam covers her face with her hands, monkey emoji-like. —Your knight made it to the final. Good for you, girl, but Millie is ruthless, so...

—I know! I can't watch any more. I'm too nervous! I feel like I will puke if Toto wins or if he loses.

—...she misses.

—WHAT?!

Okay, okay, this wasn't happening. Oh God. Sam turns to you and gives you a smile The Grinch will envy.

—Knight Wolff wins the battle! And takes the princess! —Sam announces. You shoot her a dead glare. —...'s kiss

Cheers are heard. Then everyone gets on their feet and starts chatting and bowling. Laughs and mocktails fill the room.

You pass Lando, still lying on the bench, on your way to get a drink. Now you need tequila in your system. —Oh, I'm so wounded! Only a kiss on the lips would heal me —he tries, offering his arms to you. The kid has the material to be an actor.

—Carlos!! Lando needs you!! —you joke back in answer, smiling at him. Lando gets on his feet in less than a second. —All good, I feel better! —he tells you, chuckling.

Toto is there when you reach the bar, sipping a whiskey on the rocks. —Not a drop of alcohol, you said? —you mock him.

—And you are here to ask for a Coke, right? —he teases you.

—A Paloma, please —you ask the bartender. —You could be a professional bowling player —Please let that become a meme, you think, and an image of a Toto in a complete bowling outfit surrounded by a group of senior citizens with white hair comes to mind.

—You picture it; that's why you are smiling.

—Nooo...

He arches an eyebrow.

—Fine. I admit it! —you sit on the bar stool next to him and rest an elbow on the bar counter, smiling like an idiot and gazing at Toto until he notices it and gets on his feet. 

—I haven't seen you play, let's go! —he tells you.

—Oh, if this really were the old ages and it was me who had to fight for your hand, consider yourself single for the rest of your life...

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You all arrive together at the hotel and walk inside the lobby, making a lot of noise.

—Shuusshh!! Zack doesn't know I'm not in my room! —Lando whispers, looking around.

—Sure, he is hiding behind that plant, Lando. That old fart is so fucking asleep in his bed, mate! Calm down! —Vettel adds.

—Hey! You haven't kissed Toto yet —Lewis recalls and addresses you.

—Right! Give him his prize! —Mick adds.

You feel your cheeks turning red. —Are you all going to stare and make it all weird?

—YES! —everyone answers.

—You guys suck! —you complain, pretending to be annoyed at them.

—Not as much as I would like to. WHO SAID THAT?! —Millie dirty jokes, looking around.

—Millie Alexandria Dobrev! —Sam shouts, shocked. —I can't believe you...

Between giggles and two Croatians fighting in the background, you kiss Toto for the first time.

With your left hand, wrap Toto's bicep and rest your right on his chest as you reach his lips on your tiptoes. The kiss is brief, delicate, more like a brush of lips, but it is enough to make the butterflies in your stomach go wild and to still be on cloud nine when you reach your room.

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Monaco

You were so excited to be officially living in Monaco. It was your first week there, and you had never lived on your own before. And since Sam also resided there, you spent lots of time together. You two were enjoying the break and touring the city around.

Miami went terrific, and that kiss still made rounds on your head.

Sam and you were walking in the area close to your new place when you turned the corner and were greeted by this scene: A furious Monegasque girl screaming at the top of her lungs in French words that did not sound nice at all and throwing objects out the window while a man on the street was trying to picking them up and reason with said girl. Some people were staring, and others were rushing to pass by.

—Is that Charles?! —Samanta asks you, stunned, pointing to the guy crouched and picking up what looked like a pair of Jordan's.

Yeah, that was Charles Leclerc. You two look at each other concerned and rush to help.

—Hi —Sam shouts among the screams in French.

—Oh, hey, Sam —Charles looks pretty embarrassed.

You quickly offer him the almost empty tote bag you were carrying and speed walk to grab an open, worn-out cardboard box from the greengrocery next door. The three of you start getting his things inside while avoiding getting hit by the last objects thrown out.

—Thank you —he says to you. —My girlfriend went mental.

All of you hear a loud bang and look up; she shuts the windows dramatically. "More like ex-girlfriend now" you think.

—Merde —you hear Charles say. —My keys and wallet are inside there, fuck!

You can't avoid feeling bad for the guy. He looks so done with life right now.

—Ahm, Charles, if you want to join us, we are grabbing lunch. We can grab some cocktails, too; I'll treat you guys. You seem in desperate need of alcohol and a chat.

—You're right, I need alcohol, thank you. I would love to.

The three of you walk your way to a restaurant Charles loves. It was pricey, but you agreed to let him pick the place since you were spoiling him and trying to lift his spirits.

—Huff, why are all the streets in Monaco inclined? —you complain after climbing the fourth hundred stairs of the day. —On the bright side, tho, I just need to live here to skip leg day at the gym.

Charles laughs. That's good!

The face the hostess makes when you three arrive and place the second-hand cardboard box with Charles's things on the fancy counter - clothes, some books, sneakers, a Funko Pop of Charles himself for some reason, and what looks like Xbox controllers, a man's most prized possession - makes it worth it almost losing your legs to get there.

—Good evening. Table for three? Right this way. Terrace, as usual, Mr. Leclerc? —she asks.

—Yes, please.

You are led to your table. It was a sea-inspired high-cuisine restaurant. The ceiling of the place had a breathtaking art installation: A whale made from bamboo wind chimes. —The waiter is on his way; here is the food and mixology carte —she offers you. It takes you a long time to read the entire selection.

—Ask for whatever you guys want; the check is on me. Don't hold back —you offer them.

—Great, then! It would be two spritzes instead of one, please! —Sam gestures with her fingers at the waiter, who is already taking your order. Sam seems so happy and excited; for someone who grew up that rich, she loves getting stuff for free.

—I would like a Tequila and Tonic with two tequila shots, please —you finally choose.

—A margarita and two shots of tequila for me. To start —Charles orders.

The drinks arrive quickly. At the same time, you hear everything about Charles' toxic relationship, giving him the space to spit it all out; as more alcohol makes it to the table, the more details you get.

After a good couple of hours of free therapy, high cuisine, drinks, relationship advice, and tragic love stories, it got dark.

—Well, it was a damn good chat! I'm glad we were able to help you, my friend. But we better go —Sam says to Charles. —I'm walking you back to your place —she addresses you. —I have to wake up early tomorrow. Toto wants me to join the Mercedes' Zoom call at 7 a.m., and I don't want to see his annoying, angry face at me.

The thought of an angry Toto makes you bite hard the tiny chocolate cake you are eating as dessert.

—Oh, no worries! It's just all the way down the street; I will get there without problems —you say while savoring the remains of your cake.

—Are you sure? —She inquires. You forgot how protective of you Samanta was, even if she was younger than you.

—Yeah, go, go. It's never a good idea to make an Austrian guy angry —You joke.

Charles choked on his drink, laughing. —Sweet Lord.

Sam giggles, hugs you two goodbye and waits for her Uber.

—It's late, I'll walk you. There are plenty of good hotels near your building and the marina; since I'm not going home, I need to book a room —Charles mentions.

—If you don't mind, you can crash at my place; there's not much furniture yet, but you are welcome to stay —you tell Charles. He seems relieved.

Charles sees what you meant with "not much" - just a small table with no chairs, one kitchen counter stool, a mattress in the bedroom, another on the living room floor, and some boxes, making the place look way bigger - as you two enter your apartment.

—I just got the keys —you excuse yourself.

—Oh wow, this view reminds me of my grandparents' apartment view from growing up —He reaches the balcony fast. —Oh, look, you can see the old side of Monaco from here! Good memories! —He ignores your comment, not caring much about the furniture or decor.

He seems in a better mood than before.

—Well, let me know if you need anything. Sleep well! —you say, on your way to your bedroom.

—Thank you, good night!

You hear noises outside your bedroom's open doors a few minutes later. Charles moves his mattress nearer the plug on the wall and connects the charger you lent him to his phone. With that change in the arrangement, you are both placed facing each other in different rooms and with distance in between.

Since none of you seemed able to fall asleep that night, you better keep chatting, each of you resting your back against the wall, relaxing, and him crossing his arms behind his head.

—So you are besties with Sam?

—Yes, she was one of the first people I met when I arrived in Belgium —you answer and look out of your bedroom's massive floor-to-ceiling window to the beautiful sea and the tiny-looking lights of Monaco. He stays silent, waiting for you to continue.

—So, how was growing up here? —You ask him and were sincerely curious but also want to switch the subject of conversation from you to him.

He tells many anecdotes of his childhood and buzz about some of the high society Monegasque families. He seems to enjoy gossip, and you are here for it.

Until you feel your eyes shutting down and fall asleep with the sound of his voice.

-

Two weeks later, Charles was still staying at your place; there was no furniture yet, however. By the third week, you arrive home, and all of Charles' things are filling the space. He moved "his bed" to one of the guest bedrooms and packed the living room with boxes. His piano starts serving you two at your dining "table." You always ate there, sitting, standing, taking turns: breakfast, Charles, lunch, you, etc.

He is just one box away from officially becoming your roommate. Of course, you don't mind. After many years of feeling alone, you desperately needed a friend and its company.

Charles' wireless speaker is the most significant addition to the apartment; it was never turned off, both of you being obsessive music maniacs, constantly introducing new music and artists to each other.

It is your turn to pick a song, and you want to lift the spirits while unpacking boxes and arranging things, so you turn the volume all up and hit play. Bad Bunny's "Yo perreo sola" started blasting.

You start singing and dancing to the beat, shaking it, and then Charles joins you in the chorus, singing the lyrics perfectly and throwing some great dance moves. You two start twerking.

—You know this song? Wait, you speak Spanish?! —you ask loudly, almost screaming. The music is so loud.

—My mom is Colombian. Didn't I mention that? My dad is the Monegasque one. I know my reggaeton and merengues by heart —he screams back. —I know all the good clubs in the city with this type of music, we should go and dance our asses off.

—Oh, for sure we are!

Another level of friendship is unlocked.

-

The three of you are inseparable. It is the weekend, and Charles took you and Sam on his boat sailing to an excellent spot to take a swim. Coronas, good music, sun, and fresh water fill your day.

You came up with a competition to see who jumped out of the boat the funniest way because you three were dumb. Charles wins by jumping and agitating his arms and legs like an old cartoon falling or very Gaga at the Super Bowl. Your stomach hurts from laughing, and your face from smiling.

After that, you all lay flat on your stomachs like iguanas under the sun, getting tan atop the boat; you don't remember a day nearby when you felt so happy. You felt at home with those two by your side.

-

It was around 4 a.m. and pitch black when Charles was suddenly awakened by sorrowful sounds coming from your bedroom.

He rushes and quickly opens the door, not caring to knock. He finds you crying, curled in your bed; you look like a total mess with red eyes, messy hair, and softly shaking, and Charles reacts like a headless chicken, pacing frantically around the room before getting to his senses and starting supporting a very troubled you.

—I got an idea that could help you feel better! —he tells you.

—Yeah?

—You trust me?

You nod.

—Let's go! —he offers you his hand and leads you out.

You take the lift to the basement parking lot, where Charles' Ferrari is all poorly and crocked parked outside lines of your apartment's parking spaces - that man was a great driver but terrible at parking - next to it is his powerful Ducati Panigale black motorbike is waiting for you.

Soon, you two are on his bike, crossing the streets of Monaco at full speed. Getting further away from the city and into the road. You tightly wrap your arms around him as he tells you you are entering the highway, and he begins to speed, pushing the bike's engine.

You could feel the fresh nightly ocean breeze hitting your body and entering your pores, every time more violently as you moved and Charles kept speeding up. You could see the full moon reflecting on the ocean waters. It was a clear night, with no stars in sight.

You love the rush and adrenaline of this speed ride. Charles speeds even more, and you hear the violent roar of the motor, the bike reaching its maximum. Then, in that brief moment, you get why all drivers are passionate about F1. Now you get it. Your sad tears become happy ones. You have never experienced something like this before, and it makes you feel so alive. The air feels so cold and harsh at the speed you are going that you almost feel it cutting your skin. It is a sensational feeling.

Charles then starts to slow down till he parks the bike and turns the engine off, helping you get on your feet, and you two lay on the grass after arriving at the destination.

—What a view! —you let out. The two of you are far away from the city, and you can see Monaco at the distance from the cliff you are on top of.

—This is my secret spot. I have been coming here since I was young when I felt I needed to clear my mind or wanted to escape everything. This view humbles you and calms you down at the same time —Charles confesses.

—Thanks for sharing it with me —you say to him, extremely grateful.

—It's the least I can do.

You can hear the waves hitting the cliff rock below you, and you admire the infinite ocean in front of you. The two of you sat there for a long time.

—Whenever you feel ready to talk about it. To open up about your past, who you are, or why you cried tonight, I will be here to listen —Charles offers you, breaking the comfortable silence. He is a kind and sweet person, a good person. And you aren't used to that.

He places his hand on top of yours just briefly, and you feel so happy to have a friend, to have him, no love feelings, no desire in between, just genuine friendship and honest support. 

He deserves the truth, and you want to let him know, but you are afraid of the repercussions. You don't want to get judged or, worse, to lose him.

-

Charles has been paying attention to you these past weeks and has noticed how you avoid or change subjects whenever your past or private life gets mentioned.

Every day that passes, he gets to know you more. It is just a matter of time before the truth comes out.

To be continued... - Masterlist | Next Chapter

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Moments: Curry

(Vierapril Day 17 - Meal)

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A warm meal is always welcome, and it can remind you of fond memories.

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A series of short scenes involving curry. It's my favorite food and it happens to be the boys' favorite food as well, albeit for more sentimental reasons.

The recipe used throughout is a simplified version of the Japanese curry I make :) The formatting of the recipe bits doesn't quite work on Tumblr, but I think the point still gets across.

Gather ingredients–make sure there is a starch or meat to help thicken

Finely chop the vegetables 

Place in pot with a bit of water and salt and wait until soft (butter and white wine are good too)

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"What are you making, Gemna?"

Gale curiously looks over the Bangaa's shoulder at the pot she was stirring, which causes her to snicker. "It's curry, surely you've had it before?"

"I have, but… it hasn't looked like this before."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"N-Nothing! Nothing bad." Gale quickly waves his hands in apology before continuing. "I just wanted to know how you make it."

"Well, I'm happy to teach you." Gemna flashes a toothy smile. "But the truly great thing about curry is that there are so many ways to prepare it, different spices you can use… no two recipes will taste the same."

She stirs the pot again before waving Gale over. "Of course, my curry is the best, though. Taste it."

With a nod, the Viera tastes the curry. "Huh… this is… sweet? The other curries I've tried have been spicy."

"And that's why my curry is so much better." Gemna gives a self-satisfied huff. "Spicy curry can upset the patrons' stomachs, especially after they've been drinking. But this sweeter curry has a more gentle kick, and it's hardy enough to help our customers sober up."

"...Sober up to have them buy more drinks?"

"Exactly. Now, come here, I'll show you what I used…"

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When to add meat? Do what feels right

When vegetables are soft, add more water and salt More water means thinner curry

Bring to simmer

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"Here you are. Make sure to eat up, okay? You'll heal faster with a full stomach."

"How could I not?" The injured Resistance soldier grins at Gale as he takes the food. "Your food always reminds me of home. Especially your curry!"

Gale returns the grin with a smile of his own. "That makes me happy. Just don't eat it too fast."

He chuckles as the soldier nods, unable to reply with food in his mouth. "Now then, what's next…"

"I believe you're forgetting something."

Gale quickly turns to the source of the voice, unable to hold back his excitement. "Laurent! You're back. How was everything? Did you get some curry?"

Laurent gives an exasperated huff as he holds up two plates. "Yes, I did, but you've forgotten to get a plate for yourself. Again."

"I've been busy, that's all–"

"You can't care for anyone if you fall ill yourself, my love."

Gale sighs and takes one of the plates wordlessly–he knew his partner was right. The other Viera quietly chuckles as he leads him toward an empty bench. "This curry smells… spicier than normal."

"Yes… the rations we have are not the freshest." Gale sits down with another sigh and takes a bite before continuing. "I needed to use more spices than normal to mask the unpleasantness. Besides, the soldiers generally prefer spicy curry anyway."

"Hm, that is true. Not that I'm complaining… you seem to be able to turn anything into a meal everyone wants to eat."

Gale feels his cheeks heat up, and not all of it was from the spices. "I'm glad you think that, my love…"

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Once simmering, add spices (a satchel is enough) (spice blocks easier to travel with but bitter—add sweetness) -- (mind the heat if someone has an Ishgardian palette)

Let cook for a quarter bell, covered

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"I did not expect to find you here, Kris."

"And I did not expect you to be awake, milord." Kris turns from the simmering pot to the Elezen near the kitchen door.

"Must you with the 'milords' and formalities? We're in private company, simply call me Hauchefant."

"As you wish." Kris felt a tinge of frustration–Hauchefant seemed determined to spend time with him and try to pry some information from him. That in itself wasn't the problem… it's just that Kris didn't understand why. The knight seemed unconcerned with earning favor with the Warrior of Light… he just seemed interested in the person with the title.

He was far too nice, especially considering how frigid Ishgard was. It put him on edge.

"May I ask what you're making? Or is that to be a mystery, as well?"

In his ruminations, he didn't notice Hauchefant coming close to look into the pot.

Too close, really. "It's curry." Kris moves away from the pot–and Haurchefant–to grab a couple of plates. "You may have some if you'd like, though I worry it may not appeal to… an Ishgardian palette."

"Sounds like a fine time to expand my horizons." Hauchefant watches Kris with a bemused look as he ladles curry on top of some rice. "Where, pray tell, did you learn such a recipe? Something from home?"

"No. But it does remind me of family."

"Family, you say? Well, then I must try it." Hauchefant takes a bite of the curry, seemingly ready to continue asking questions, but instead breaks into a coughing fit.

Kris can't help but chuckle as he passes the Elezen a glass of water. "I did warn you…"

"T-that you did." Hauchefant quickly downs the glass of water and coughs a few more times before continuing. "That is quite an… intense flavor, but a good one nevertheless."

Kris offers a small smile as he begins to eat. "If it pleases you, I can make it milder next time."

"That sounds wonderful! I shall look forward to it."

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Add honey and secret ingredient (? What did Gemna mean by this??)  ~ (something sweet?)(a fruit?) (perhaps bitter) (coffee?) (needs to melt) (chocolate?)

Stir, remove from heat

Serve hot with a side of rice

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"Here you are, my love."

"Thank you." Laurent offers Kris a small smile before picking up a spoon, but he stops just short of taking a bite. "This… isn't as spicy as the curry we had in Thavnir, is it?"

Kris laughs before sitting beside Laurent with his own plate. "I don't think I'd ever be able to replicate the curry Zero requested. Nor would it be healthy for anyone to do so. Just try it!"

Laurent looks back at the curry. He notices that it doesn't particularly look spicy–it even looks familiar. "Well, you've never made a bad batch of curry…" He takes a bite, deliberately taking stock of the flavors before his eyes light up. "It tastes just like the curry Gemna used to make."

"It does! It took me a long time, but I finally figured out what her 'secret ingredient' was." Kris takes a few bites before continuing. "It was chocolate, if you can believe it."

"Chocolate? It doesn't taste like chocolate…"

"Of course not. But the sweetness helps to negate the spices' bitterness without overpowering the spice itself. Ingenious, really. I don't know why Gemna wouldn't just tell me, though…"

"She probably knew you'd figure it out. Or just wanted to tease you."

"Probably the second." Kris chuckles at the thought in between bites.

"Definitely the second."

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8, 11, 20, and 25 for the fandom ask game if you’re still playing! ☺️

Ohhh thank you <3 <3 <3 Yes, I am still playing! And feeling very chatty hahaha so let's see...

8. You hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

Hmm I'm not sure! Maybe Laurent and Damen's shared bookishness and creativity. I think there's a lot of scope for them bonding over literature and art, and yet there seems to be more of a dichotomy that Laurent is bookish and Damen is athletic, or conversely Laurent is austere and Damen is artistic. That's not what I personally see in the books; I actually read a shared interest in this area for them. So I'd love to see them doing nerdy arty things together more! I put it into my own writing, but I don't know that it gets noticed hahaha

I did have an errant idea for an AU where Damen is a librarian and Laurent is an academic, purely because I am a librarian, and Damen is so patient and curious and good at helping people that I think he'd be excellent at it hehehe

11. If you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

I'm proud that I've written anything at all. I was unable to write for a long time, due to cancer and chemo, that getting writing back is still the greatest achievement! I'm proud of even in another time because it's the longest single work I've ever finished and it was such a healing process; I'm proud of white wine in the sun because it's just a bit of fun and it's good to be able to write jokes again; I'm proud of a storm that took everything because I've finally worked up the courage to write something Gothic, and I'm so pleased with how it's turning out!

20. Your very first fandom!

Huh! I think the first fics I read were HP, when I was in my mid teens. But the first fandom I wrote for was, from shaky memory, Captain America? I think? And then The Raven Cycle, and then Check Please.

25. A piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

This is a tricky one because I don't know that I'm the best at it; it's easy to get your feelings hurt by the way other fans interact with you (or, conversely, the way that they don't). I do think the best choices I make are around keeping my fandom experience relatively small. I prefer to have discussions one-on-one and form friendships than get involved in broader posting, because that's what works for me. If someone asks me a question, I'll answer it, but I do get very paranoid about my opinions on the books being misconstrued or otherwise misrepresented, so I always try to back up what I'm saying with direct evidence.

I just try to present myself as being open and honest, which includes being upfront about my boundaries. I try to remind myself (and have friends who can remind me) that if people want to take what I write/say in bad faith, than that isn't a reflection of my work or intent. It's very difficult to remember that, sometimes.

(these questions are from this love your fandom ask game!)

#ask game #thank you so much for these!!! #very fun to think about! #asks

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 61 - An Awkward Evening

While the band finishes their last practice before tonight's wedding, Ophelia checks on Hector. A partner losing both their parents has to have been hard for him too.

Hector: Peter and Lakshmi were good people. Shame I couldn’t be there to celebrate their life with my family.

Ophelia: I’m glad Hilary and Xander have each other for support. I wish I could be more help but I don’t know what else to do.

Hector: You being there is enough. Alexander is a lucky man to have a woman like you.

Hector: I appreciate you staying in town for the wedding, Ophelia. You’ve proven to be a reliable and loyal employee. I appreciate that.

Hector’s always so busy, Ophelia rarely gets to talk to him one-on-one. They could be family one day, it’s nice to spend time with him.

Ophelia: Uh, you know, I’m not sure if I’ve ever said it but thank you for giving me a shot, back when I was a nobody.

Hector: You’ve more than proven yourself, my dear. We’re honored to have a rising star amongst us. I always knew there was something special about you.

Hector: You and the band have been remarkable lately, we’ve gotten nothing but glowing reviews. I’ve been meaning to thank you all for your hard work somehow. How about after the wedding, you three come to my home and I treat you all to some of the best nectar in Tartosa?

Ophelia: That sounds wonderful, but I feel bad celebrating with everything that’s happened.

Hector: The Pappas were a joyous couple. They wouldn't want us to mope around on their behalf. I’ll tell Drew and Moses about it later. You go get dressed for tonight.

Drew and Moses chill after another successful wedding. Ophelia is enjoying the peace after the guests have left when Hector approaches.

Ophelia: I think everything went well!

Hector: Certainly. How about we go celebrate, huh?

Ophelia: I'll go get the band!

Hector: Oh, I just spoke to Drew and Moses. They're both going to change before heading over.

Ophelia: I don't mind waiting for them.

Hector: They didn't want to keep us waiting. We can enjoy a glass or two before they join us.

Hector and Ophelia have arrived at the Laurent manor and head straight for the bar. Ophelia sends Xander a quick goodnight text while Hector starts pouring some of the best nectars he has.

Ophelia also checks for any texts from her bandmates to explain what's taking so long.

Hector pours a red and a white nectar.

Hector: Take your pick. You're the star, after all.

Ophelia's drink of choice is Buffalo Wing Tea but she doesn't want to look tacky in front of her boss so she chooses the red.

Hector checks his phone and sighs dramatically.

Hector: Apparently Moses needs to grab something from home. Looks like they'll be a while. I'm sure we can keep ourselves occupied while we wait.

Hey, as long as Ophelia can keep drinking this nectar, she's not complaining!

Ophelia tries to think of what to talk about.

Ophelia: Jace made the basketball team. Isn't that great?

Hector: Yes, he told us before they left. It's okay, dear, you don't need to pretend to care about my son.

Ophelia: I do care! Jace is a sweetheart, I'm so happy for him!

Hector smiles fondly.

Hector: That's very kind. Jace seems to think the world of you, as well. I'm sure you'll make a great mother someday.

Ophelia doesn't know how to respond so she just drinks. The lines between potential in-law and boss make discussions like this feel weird.

Ophelia finishes her glass a little too quickly, but at least the conversation with Hector is going a little better. He has all kinds of funny wedding stories! Bridezillas, cake fails and affairs, oh my!

A couple of glasses in, Hector excuses himself to the bathroom. Ophelia's starting to get worried, so she sends a message in the Let Them Eat Cake group chat asking what's taking them so long.

She feels bad drinking so much of this expensive nectar, but damn it's good.

Hector's pours are generous and continuous.

Ophelia: It's been over an hour. Drew's a party animal, they're never this late to an event with drinks. And Moses is gay, so he walks hella fast. They should be here by now.

Hector: Are you not enjoying our time together, Ophelia?

Ophelia: N-No, of course I'm having fun talking to you.

Hector: Then let's focus on enjoying each other's company. Don't worry about what they're doing. You deserve to be selfish every once in a while.

Ophelia: …Okay. I've got to powder my nose. Be right back.

Ophelia washes her hands with cold water to calm herself. She feels on-edge, like something's wrong. Drew and Moses don't flake. She sends one more text asking where they are.

Hector acted a little weird before. Maybe she can make up an excuse to bail. It is late, after all.

Hector: Thanks for keeping me company. It gets lonely in this big house without my family. Why don't I get to know you better?

Hector really is a sweet guy. Maybe his awkward behavior before was an attempt to be nice.

Ophelia: Sure.

Hector: Great!

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #drew #moses #hector

[babybearsnz]

It’s so dusty in there

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Bangtan, mainly Tae

Relationships: Platonic

Jungkook’s pov:

The members were celebrating Tae-hyung’s birthday tonight… and my gift still hasn’t been delivered. I ordered him a Saint Laurent jacket he’s been talking about, but I checked on it yesterday and shipping had been delayed.

‘Great,’ I thought, ‘How am I supposed to get a new gift in such short notice?’

I trudged into the kitchen where the other members were already enjoying their breakfasts.

“Morning, sleepy head!” Jimin sang, patting me on the head. I gave him a smirk in return and walked over to my youngest hyung.

“Happy birthday, TaeTae.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and nuzzled into his neck.

“Thanks, Kookie,” he laughed, “Just woke up, huh?”

“Kook-ah, eat something and then we’ll go for a walk to wake you up.” Yoongi-hyung handed me a plate and I nodded, suppressing a yawn.

********time skip********

It was about an hour after breakfast. Yoongi was cleaning up, Namjoon was reading in his room, Tae and Hobi were playing a card game at the kitchen table, and I was kicking ass at Mario Kart against Jin and Jimin.

“There’s no way I just got 9th place,” Jin groaned.

I stood from the couch and took a bow having gotten first place once again, laughing uncontrollably.

Yoongi entered the room. “Kook, you ready to go?” He asked.

“I’m not tired anymore, hyung.” I earned a raised eyebrow in return.

“Kookieeeee!” Yoongi whined.

“Alright, alright,” I said, turning to Jin and Jimin, “you guys keep playing without me.”

“Ya, maybe I’ll win one this time,” Jimin joked, rolling his eyes.

I set down my controller, quickly slipped on my sneakers, and followed Yoongi-hyung out the door.

Yoongi’s pov:

Jungkook hurried out the door behind me. “Hyung, why did you want to go for a walk so bad?” He asked.

“I have a plan. Follow me.”

Without questioning my intentions, the maknae obeyed, clearly confused but willing to find out what I was up to.

We approached a storefront and I stopped. “Do you know where we are?” I asked.

Jungkook shrugged, “some antique shop?”

“Look at the window display, Kook.”

He squinted his eyes, getting closer to the window. Behind the glass there were old notebooks. The insides were lined with vintage papyrus. The covers were a golden brown leather with beautiful patterns. And there was a brass hook to keep the book closed and locked. Jungkook looked back at me, I smile spread across his face.

“After you told me your gift still hadn’t come, I remembered this shop.” I told him.

Tae had been talking about notebooks like these. He said he would feel like a modern day Shakespeare if he got his hands on one.

“It’s perfect, hyung, thank you.” I messed with his hair and we stepped inside.

Jungkook’s pov:

I couldn’t help but smile as we entered the shop. The gift was perfect and much more heartfelt. Inside the shop everything was made out of mahogany. The wallpaper had tiny flowers on it. It looked like something out of a magazine. And the air was thick. I sniffled, smelling dusty wood.

There was a thin layer of dust on every surface. Everything was SO OLD. Yoongi and I were browsing around when it became too much for my nose.

“ESHHhuh!” The sneeze was dry and itchy. I desperately rubbed my nose, causing another to escape. “haESHH!”

“Ooh, bless.” I felt Yoongi pat my back.

“Thanks,” I replied. I put on a mask to try and block the dust from reaching my nose, though I knew it was probably too late.

“Is the dust bothering you?” Yoongi asked, a bit concerned.

I nodded. “haESHHhuh!”

“Bless you, Kook. Let’s get out of here, cha?” It was a rhetorical question. We were leaving.

We made our purchases and escaped to the street. I took off my mask, sighing in relief. I was sniffling and sneezing for the entirety of the walk back to the house, glad I had gotten Tae a gift, but utterly miserable.

Taehyung’s pov:

As soon as the front door opened I heard a flurry of sneezes. They sounded harsh and itchy and I immediately recognized it being Kook-ah’s allergies.

I ran over to him. “Aww Kookie, what happened?” I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and brought him over to the couch.

“Kook, don’t rub your eyes, you’re okay.” Jin rushed over with tissues while Yoongi went to find allergy meds.

“ESHHhuh! HESHHhah! ESHH!” Tears began flowing from his red and irritated eyes.

I wiped his eyes, “Aish, you’re having quite the allergy attack, huh?” I asked, unsure if the tears were from an irritant or if he was actually crying.

He pouted, “Yoongi-hyung was h—helping me get you a g—gift because mine wasn’t shipped a—an—and we went to that antique shop down the street.”

So he was crying.

“Kookie, oh no, it’s so dusty in there.” I cooed.

“B—but I got you this book.” He handed me a stunning leather journal, one with the old paper inside. I had always wanted one.

“Thank you, really, don’t cry.” I pulled him into a big hug, feeling his breath catch.

“heshhOO!” He tried his best to turn away as a sneeze ripped out of him.

“Bless you, bless you. Inchana?”

Jungkook nodded and relaxed into me.

********time skip********

The members and I took turns cuddling with the maknae and giving him meds and tissues, trying our best to make him laugh until dinner.

The rest of the night was filled with sneezes, becoming less frequent as the hours passed. Kookie fell asleep in my lap and I played with his hair, listening to his congested snores. I grinned as I dozed off with him. Cuddles were the perfect end to a birthday.

#kpop fanfic #snz #snzfic #bts #jungkook #ksnz #kpop boys #sneezeblr #kpopidol #idol sneeze

[celtic-crossbow]

Just glanced over your takes for DD, great episode aside from weird minor shipbaiting. Your points track 👍 I think Daryl is fond of Isabelle but I don't think it's romantic - kind of confused why they rushframed that last sequence of scenes where it was like a romance montage 😐 like what. It made no sense. Like he's never did anything to imply he liked Isabelle like that. That time she wanted hugged he held back like really awkward. I think she likes him but it's not reciprocated and he knows. It's like when he was with the Claimers and he basically needed to be with someone or anyone after losing everyone at the prison. I feel he's doing the same here, kind of clinging to isabell and Laurent until the boat comes. Totally hate how they tried to guilt him into staying though 😞 like wtf was that. Also lasung implying Daryl's family might be dead with the way the world was and he should stay in that case. Like wtf!!!! Also don't think Laurent appearing was malicious just he ran away after Daryl

Great takes hope to see more xo

Spoilers!

I’m putting a cut before mine but I don’t think I can for the anon so I’m sorry for any spoilers there!

I see it too, anon.

When they raised their drinks to one another, it felt like camaraderie. Just acknowledging that they made it. But then he was peeling potatoes and she was grinning at him and he smiled and I was like “huh?”

Still, I don’t think he feels that way for her. I think most of his hesitance lies specifically with Laurent. That’s partly from the guilt tripping and partly from Daryl’s own experiences. Isabelle can see that he feels something for the kid and she’s using that (just like Quinn did in a way). That’s just my take.

I know there’s a lot of dislike of Laurent. He’s made some bad choices but he’s a kid. And yeah, he could have just been there to say goodbye or he could have wanted to go with Daryl.

Thank you for reading and for your insight. 💙

#daryl dixon #the walking dead: daryl dixon spoilers #the walking dead: daryl dixon

[everythingsbetterunderthestars]

Do you have any french songs reccomendations

Hiii sorry im answering so late but I guess it’s better than never huh😭 hope this helps!

So I’m gonna put artists and for each one three songs I like from them as examples but generally I like most of their songs :) and then I added some random songs I like as well, I tried to put lots of different stuff as I don’t know what kind of music you’re more into!

- Pomme : on brûlera / pourquoi la mort te fait peur / tombeau

- Angèle : ta reine / taxi / libre

- Brigitte : Palladium / Battez-vous / Sauver ma peau

- Alain Souchon & Laurent Voulzy : Oiseau malin / Bad boys / Derrière les mots

And here are some random french songs I like:

Je te laisserai des mots (by Patrick Watson)

As-tu déjà aimé (by Louis Garrel & Grégoire Leprince-ringuet) (this one is from a musical)

Comme un boomerang (by Etienne Daho & Dani)

Pull marine (by Isabelle Adjani)

J’en rêve encore (by De Palmas)

Les miroirs dans la boue (by William Sheller)

Ma préférence (by Julien Clerc)

Le chant des sirènes (by Fréro Delavega)

Mesdames (by Grand Corps Malade)

Voilà (by Barbara Pravi)

P’tit gars (by Suzane)

Et même après je t’aimerai (by Hoshi)

L’homme de sa vie (by Lili Cros & Thierry Chazelle)

Nelly (by Superbus)

Le vent nous portera (by Noir Désir)

Un garçon pas comme les autres (by Fabienne Thibeault)

Tous les cris les S.O.S (by Daniel Balavoine)

À la faveur de l’automne (by Tété)

Toute une vie sans te voir (by Veronique Sanson)

Sacré géranium (by Dick Annegarn)

Photos souvenirs (by William Sheller)

Monsieur (by Thomas Fersen)

Le mariage anglais (by Malicorne)

Gentleman cambrioleur (by Jacques Dutronc)

Le pays va mal (by Tiken Jah Fakoly)

Comme ils disent (by Charles Aznavour)

Tes yeux verts (by Feu! Chatterton)

Le Sampa (by Richard Gotainer)

Je dis aime (by -M-)

Clémentine (by Yves Montand)

Salade de fruits (by Bourvil)

Les mots bleus (by Johan Papaconstantino)

Le dernier jour de disco (by Juliette Armanet)

Les copains d’abord (by Georges Brassens)

Göttingen (by Barbara)

Vénus (by Joanna)

#answered #song recommendations #song recs #french songs

[giiiuls]

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well, it was time that he popped here. meet sigmund aloysius laurent hearst-corus/siegfried hearst-corus, gijinka of sony spin and the one oc i simp for, because i'm shameless.

those two are the same character, he's one of the two big bad™️ of △nother spin (the other being his boyfriend, gérard victor, a gijinka of game one, dw, he will come here soon™️) and for the curious, sigmund is the one design with the black hair, siegfried is the one design with the white hair. and, of course, he comes with the lore™️. (note: vixionaria is the country where △nother spin happens, one day i should give the lore for that...)

sigmund is the og appearance. long time ago, he wasn't even born to be sony spin, but locomotion (the og channel that started all, because huh, things happened. sony bought it, then closed for launch animax in latin america, then animax slowly started to show less and less anime and then became sony spin)… and the young sig- laurent wasn't happy of that. he prayed and prayed for find a way to change his fate… and the embodiment of chaos, annairus, heard his prayer, gifting him their reality warping abilities (+ corruption manipulation, laurie didn't knew of that). with said powers, well, he did change that itty bitty detail. but he let things go over his head and said gifted powers started slowly to corrupt his mind…

…in that instance, he decided to fake that nothing happened with him, he was a normal young boy enamored with reading and witchy stuff. for years he let the act going on, because he kinda forgot of annairus??? but, a day, he suddently remembered, he wondered why he was keeping with the act, he was starting getting bored of being a well educated and quiet man, because that wasn't what he really was. and annairus came back with that realization. the embodiment had to fight some of his restrains to let the act die. and at the end, the act did fell down, allowing siegfried to take over. he finally decided that he would stop lying to himself and the rest of vixionaria, because it was finally the time to show the real protagonist of his own story, said protagonist being siegfried. powered by his thirst for power and control, and his desire to become the emperor of vixionaria, he decides that he has to take over the small country, with the help of annairus and other allies...

siegfried is pretty evil and deceptive, but also very charming. quite calculating and prideful, a bit on the vain side. definitely not a nice person, but people keep getting attatched to him (and he adores turning 'em into his servants, so it's a win win for him).

#koikatsu #original character #humanization #gijinka #oc: sigmund #oc: siegfried #honestly they're so different that i can let have the two separate tags #maybe i should revise that for that post with terence and clive #and give theodore and colin their tags #since they're different in personality from their og forms

[groovetrill]

I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)

I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)

Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)

Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex

I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it

Gucci shoes and a belt like it

Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance

I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it

I'm in a boss bitch mood, ay, these heels are Givenchy, ho

These are some boss bitch shoes

If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ay

For the record, I set records, record sales

I like niggas that been in and outta jail

They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)

My little 15 minutes lasting long as hell, huh?

I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it

Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket

Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine

No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like

I do what I like, I do, I do

I do what I like, I do, I do

I do what I like, I do, I do

I do what I like, I do, I do

#cardi b #SZA #i do #invasion of privacy #groovetrill #SoundCloud

[cassurrjoybell-30]

Howling Love - Chapter 18

*Warning Adult Content*

Amille Laurent

"Feel better?" Camryn questioned and I nod, it had been a few hours since he barged into the infirmary wing we were in, made me feel so connected to him in a way that I couldn't and still can't full grasp yet.

His proclamation, his words, despite my worry over my dad, they rang in my head, loud, clear and true. I was his mate, he was mine and I would always be his.

I had been worried for a long time about what it meant if we weren't mates but now it didn't matter, what mattered was being in his arms and having him smile like he was right now.

"Thankfully Orlando and Teja got the comfortable clothes and slides," he added and I nodded with a smile, he was so beautiful.

I don't know why Camryn's large physique made me smile, he dwarfed me yet it's why he was more adorable to me, weird I know.

"I am grateful you're here, for me, I know everyone else is here for me too and I am also grateful but I don't think I would've been held together if you weren't," I told him in sign language and his hands enveloped mine, he held them and me close in the not so tiny bathroom we stood in.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else, I need you to know that I will honour my words, I'll always be here for you and I want your dad to know that he just doesn't have one son to dote over anymore, he's got two now," he asserted, his tone reassuring me so much that I didn't need to say anything, there was a mutual understanding between us.

I was still thankful for him.

"Now come on, hopefully they have the dreaded news," he added and I groaned.

I had hated the wait to know how my dad was doing but in order for him to be okay.

I needed to be patient, we all did, like Alpha Summer after he was told the situation, clearly he still loved my father.

I could see the anguish and hurt over his features when uncle Kyra told him what happened, it also made me wonder why he still loved my dad so much when he had a mate and children with said mate or there was something more I or any of us didn't know.

As we got back into the allocated waiting room my aunt was the first to check on me.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" she asked and I nodded as Camryn veered us toward our vacant seats.

"You need to drink something, I'll go get juice, okay?" he suggested but I involuntarily held on to his large bicep, it was a knee jerk reaction I hadn't expected even from myself.

"Duck-face, I'll be right back, don't worry," he tried to soothe me, yet a part of me, well all of me didn't want him that far not even for a minute.

I feared I would break.

"Hey, it's okay, Orlando, come on, let's get something for everyone," Dean suggested and Orlando surprisingly didn't hesitate, it was unusual he didn't grumble or complain, something was going on between those two, something was different, I could tell.

"Some birthday. Huh? Choco-moose," Camryn began and I chuckled.

[Only your birthday would be this dramatic boy-scout] I replied and he protested with a growl.

[What, it is the truth] I retorted and he nudged me gently whilst Max and the others laughed lightly.

"It might've been dramatic but I got you out of it, so I guess you're the drama magnet." he argued making iy my turn to protest by smacking his arm.

"Hey, you started it," he added nudging me again, it caused a chain reaction of laughter even with Alpha Summer,and this was the reason why I was grateful for Camryn, with him a whole room could light up in laughter.

After another hour of waiting, it was almost five in the morning as the door to the theatre opened and we stood alert to hear what the doctor had to say.

"Alpha Summer, Beta Kyra, I understand you're his son, Amille Laurent?" he asked and I nodded.

"Right, I have good news and bad news, I'll start with the good news, the procedure was successful, we were able to clear out the poison from his system and thankfully due to your quick thinking none of it had reached his neural nervous system so there is no damage, he will recover, however due to the blood loss and damage that is now healing on his lungs and his liver, he won't wake up, right now he's in a medically induced coma and it is to my knowledge he'll stay unconscious until he's fully healed which may take time, so we'll make preparations to keep him here until he's fully healed," the doctor explained and I was confused, whether to be happy or not, dad would survive yet he wouldn't be awake until he's fully healed, and even with wolf healing it would take time.

"Doctor what is your estimate, when will he wake up?" Alpha Summer demanded.

"We can't say for sure as I have explained, even with werewolf healing. Mister Laurent is lucky to be alive and healing the way he is," he again explained and I moved forward.

[Accelerant?] I suggested with my phone and the doctor frowned.

"We have tried but it's still not enough. What's needed now is patience," he asserted and nodded toward us taking his leave but I grabbed his coat.

"When can we see him?" I demanded holding myself together more so than ever, my dad would be healed, I would make sure of it.

"He's been moved to a room. You can see him now but two at a time," he responded checking his watch then relayed information of the room to us.

It wasn't far from where we had originally been seated.

I opened the door cautiously, coming face to face with my whole world, tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at his unconscious body, the many tubes and machines he was hooked up to. 

I couldn't hold myself together anymore, not when he was like this, so I cried, cried knowing I almost lost him, he was my dad, the only parent I had and I almost lost him, it hurt but I knew I had to help him recover, I needed to be strong for him.

'You're gonna be okay dad, I promise.'

"It's going to be okay Amille, you heard the doctor, he's going to be okay," Camryn comforted me as I wiped my tears away, nodding toward his statement and he was right, he was going to be okay.

[I need your help with something, find anything sharp or a needle, we need a blood sample from him.] I told Camryn who seemed perplexed but obliged.

"What are you planning?" he questioned as I found a vein by my father's left arm, stuck in the needle and drew blood into a bag, once I had enough.

I withdrew, the wound slowly healed, unlike how instant it should have been, which meant his body was going through a lot more healing internally than what the doctor's originally thought.

[I'm going to find out what kind of poison was used on him, make an antidote, and make an accelerant to counter it and heal him faster] I explained shocking Camryn.

"You can do that, how?" he demanded in shock as all my training with Carter Defray Lynn was pouring back into me, he was the best healer I knew and I had been his apprentice for the longest time with some of my other friends.

[Before we came here I was an apprentice to the Ascender Pack's best healer, Carter Defray-Lynn. He taught me everything about healing but since we moved, I got so preoccupied, I stopped my practice] I explained with my cell-phone and Camryn nodded.

The Alpha in him grasping the situation quickly.

"Don't you need lab equipment and a lab itself," he suggested but I already had that at home.

[I already do, grab our stuff, we need to go, I need to talk to uncle Kyra and your dad] I told him and he nodded without hesitation, when we walked out, I was sure everyone was waiting for me to break down but I didn't.

[Uncle, Alpha, can I talk to you] I announced with my phone and they followed me aside as my aunt and my cousins went in to see dad.

"What is it kiddo?" my uncle questioned softly.

[I need to do something drastic, to help dad but I also need a favour from you guys, can you make sure no one besides the family or the doctor go inside to check on dad, not even your trusted warriors, not even your mate Alpha, I know I'm asking....] I couldn't finish.

"Done," Alpha Summer stated and I nodded.

"Do you need help, what are you planing?" Uncle Kyra asserted and I shook my head in refusal typing my response on my phone.

[No, I have all the help I need, just make sure dad is safe until I'm back, that's how you can help me] I explained and Camryn came up to us and nodded to me, my uncle didn't hesitate to come forward and hug me.

"Whatever you need to do, be careful, be safe, I'll watch over him, I promise," he whispered in our hug before letting go.

"Take care of your mate, Camryn," he ordered my neanderthal who nodded in return.

"I will."

There were no words said as I raced out of the sterile hospital with its blinding and non comforting white walls.

I was on a mission to save my father, so that I would see him again.

[Wait, did you park your car there?] I asked Camryn whipping around to face him rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"Yeah, I might've caused several accidents on the way here."

[honeybleed]

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content & warnings: female reader, black coded reader, she/her pronouns, not canon/modern au (but 2000s), some violence

author’s note: this is a reupload lawl

word count: 2.8k

The next morning at the office, Robin, Nami and Vivi were huddled around your desk as you described what happened after you went home.

“You are terrible.” Nami cackled as she hit your shoulder gently.

“This is a first, you feel bad for a guy?” You quipped as you raised a brow.

“I’d feel bad for anybody who is the lab rat for this experiment of yours.” She scoffed, as she rested her arms on the walls of your cubicle.

“It’s just a little fun. Anyways, Ace seems like the type of guy with a whole lobby of women waiting for him once this is over. He’ll be fine.” You stated as you turned back to your computer to continue the draft of the article.

“I don’t feel bad. He looks like trouble anyways.” Vivi said.

“I thought you found him cute!” You said, a little alarmed at her sudden change.

“I can find him cute and still tell he’s a menace. That smile of his, I know there have been women worse off than me than that night.” She shuddered as she clasped onto her own coffee mug.

You twisted your lips to the side.

“Ace doesn’t seem like the type of guy to maliciously hurt a person.” You contested.

“Look at you defending him off the bat! I thought he was merely a lab rat?” Robin snickered.

Your eyes widened when the realisation of what Robin said sunk in.

“Uh, no! I’m just saying!” You stuttered. You shook your head in an attempt to recompose yourself from her verbal ambush.

“Anyways…I planted a seed for number two on the list.” You said with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“You know I used to think Isuka hated my guts but she still has a soft spot for me.” Ace said, with a hearty laugh as he walked down the hallways of the office.

“What makes you say that?” Marco questioned.

“Out of all the women she coulda thrown at me, this one is amazing. Ten days with her will be like an hour.”

“Right…cos that’s only nine days longer than you’ve spent with any other woman, huh?”

“Why do you think I didn’t give her the good stuff immediately?”

“Gross..” Izou said, nose wrinkling in disgust.

“I’m taking my time. I got her on the ropes.” He said, triumphantly as he gestured to the handbag on his desk.

“Is that hers?” Marco asked, surveying the bag.

“Yup. She probably ran off head spinning. Told you the ladies can’t get enough.” He said as he put his arms behind his head and kicked a foot, accidentally knocking over the bag and causing it to spill over.

“Crap!” He squawked as he rushed over to pick up the scattered belongings. “Ah!” He cursed under his breath, seeing your things. “I feel like I’m looking at something I shouldn’t see.”

“Your fault for getting so cocky.” Izou snorted. “She has taste though. Saint Laurent? You got a classy woman for sure. But didn’t you say she’s pretty sharp? Maybe she left the handbag to secure a next-day callback.”

Izou’s words turned out as Marco and Ace’s eyes fixated on two shiny tickets on the floor.

“Guys…?” Izou called out.

“Knicks tickets…” Marco said, in awe.

“For TONIGHT’S game?!” Ace cried out, eyes glimmering.

The office seemed to be busier than usual today. You stood up from your chair to see what all the commotion was. It was dozens of deliverymen with vases of white roses.

“Yo, Y/N!” Nami called out from the staircase. “The delivery is for you!”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Huh?”

Vivi rushed to get a good look at the notes attached to the flowers.

“…One hundred times…more beautiful than one hundred roses…! Y/N, oh my god!” Vivi gushed.

“I take it he’s back in your good books.” Robin said to Vivi.

“You know me, I’m a romantic.” Vivi shrugged.

“The guy’s in advertising, Vivi.” You giggled as you surveyed the flowers. “Be more sharp.”

“What magic did you work on the guy? Huh?” Vivi responded.

“Oh please. This just means he found the tickets guys.” You said with a derisive snort.

The phone on your desk began to ring. Speak of the devil.

“Hey gorgeous girl, you get my gift?” A familiar voice chimed at the end of the line.

“Yup. Thank you for the public humiliation.” You giggled.

“My speciality. You left your purse at my place.”

“Wow, silly me. I’m such an idiot!” You said, voice saccharinely sweet.

“Ah, don’t say that doll-face! I’m sure you’re missing your lip gloss…your purse and Knick’s tickets!” He said smoothly, causing you to mouth tickets at Robin and Vivi.

“Sounds like you’ve been rummaging through my purse, Freckles. That doesn’t seem very gentlemanly of you~” You singsonged.

“You know I don’t remember considering myself a gentleman. I see myself as more of a wild one.” He shrugged. “So, I’ll barter. You want the purse back? Give me the ticket.”

“Is that blackmail?” You scoffed.

“Maybe.” He grinned.

“Well, I do need my handbag.”

“Yeah, my buddy here says you dropped big bucks.” He said, absentmindedly twirling the phone cord around his finger.

“Your buddy is Joan Rivers?”

“Yeah but hot, so? What do you say doll-face? Cut me some slack!”

“Meet me at the seventh avenue entrance, mkay? 7:30 sharp. You be tardy and I’m selling it.” You warned.

“I’ll be there with bells on.”

“Bye Freckles.”

“Take care, doll-face!”

“And that’s how it’s done!” You both said simultaneously to your co-workers.

Number 2:

Interrupt his beloved sports — If you’re dating a guy that’s super into sports whether that's soccer, football or basketball, a way to get under his skin is to interfere with it. Constantly interrupting when he is in the middle of surveying the game is a surefire way to drive him up the wall.

It was a few minutes into the game. The atmosphere was lively, it was a ball game of course. The air was crackling with anticipation and excitement as both crowds cheered and clapped for their teams.

You were a little overwhelmed, with all the sensory overload. The announcer over the loudspeaker, all the swearing and crude language.

The Knicks seemed to be down a few points which caused some frustration from your side but there was always hope that they’d get back on track.

The whistle blew, and the teams began to disperse onto the sidelines.

Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer filled the stadium which caused the audience to start cheering. The jumbotron settled on a few couples, an elderly couple which earned some oohing and awing.

You immediately froze when you noticed you and Ace on the screen. Since you weren’t playing tonsil tennis straight away, there was some jeering and taunting.

“You good?” He asked, with a hint of concern. You blinked rapidly, feeling some frustration build up. This is why you hated sports events.

You balled up your first in an attempt to ground yourself and smiled at him.

“Yep. You can kiss me.” You said, tone giving away you were uncomfortable.

Ace arched a brow at you.

“You’re the boss.” He snickered.

He reached out to cradle the side of your face to kiss you, your stomach twisted in case he was going to kiss you roughly but as he leaned in, his lips barely grazed the side of your mouth.

The crowd started groaning in disappointment.

“Ah, what?”

“Poor guy stuck with a frigid bitch like that.” A guy from the back called out to his friend.

Your eyes blew wide open.

“What the hell is your problem, you jackass?!” You barked, whipping your head around to face the guy.

Ace seemed dangerously quiet.

After a few minutes, he stood up from the seat, placing his hand on the armchair and leaning in close to your ear, warm breath tickling the shell.

“I’m just gonna get a drink, okay?”

“…Sure.” You said, a little miffed.

Minutes passed, and you were a little shocked that Ace was gone for so long. He seemed so adamant about tagging along, it was confusing why he would miss out on the game.

Your ears picked up on a commotion from the hallways and some people were beginning to leave their seats to spectate the ruckus.

You tugged on a random passerby’s sleeve to garner their attention.

“What’s going on?” You questioned.

“Some dudes are brawling outside the snack cart.” The person responded, gleefully. “Apparently the guy called his girlfriend names!”

You ripped your hand away from the person and began to bound towards the scene.

“…Ace!” Your mind was in complete overdrive.

You pushed through the crowds, which earned swearing but you didn’t care. And there it was, Ace pummelling the hell out of the same guy who had called you a frigid bitch earlier on.

Your stomach dropped and your feet were glued to the ground. You couldn’t move. Your heart was racing so fast you thought it was going to explode.

People jostled past you to get a full view of the fight until somebody said something about calling the cops and the arena’s staff were rushing to break it up.

That man was at least twice Ace’s size, with a brawny build.

Your hand flew over your mouth when you registered what exactly was taking place. The Ace in front of you was not the same guy you met that night or even the same guy you arrived at the game with.

The way every blow landed with sickening sounds of flesh and grunts it solidified that for sure.

You felt yourself being shoved once more when the cops finally arrived and they struggles to pry Ace off of the man.

Things were a blur, but as you sat in the station your mind was going at insane speeds.

You were planning on making Ace get up out of his seat to get you snacks regardless. And maybe keep asking for different drinks.

Now you felt awful for even cooking that up while he’s sat in a holding cell.

He joked he was a wild boy but it was a little insane that he held his own against such a mountain of a man, with a hulking frame.

The doors opened and there was Ace, rubbing his sore wrists and lightening up when his eyes settled on you.

“Hey, doll-face! Hope I didn’t scare you too much.” He said as he draped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side.

His lip was split and his knuckles were a mixture of purple and red with stained blood.

“…Why’d they let you go? I thought you dislocated his jaw.” You asked, meekly.

“Yeah, but the asshole decided not to press charges. I still got hit with a disorderly conduct charge though.” He chuckled as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“I’m sorry..” You mumbled.

“Why are you apologising?” He asked, gently as his eyebrows knitted together.

“None of this woulda happened if I just made out with you.” You said head hung low.

You felt him take your chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“…Y/N, don’t ever apologise for not wanting to do something that makes you uncomfortable. The only person who should be feelin’ sorry is that jackass and he’ll be eating baby food for the next few months.”

God, he was dark.

It made you snicker all the same.

“I ruined our date.” You sighed.

“You didn’t ruin anything, you knucklehead. If anything we made a night to remember, huh?” He grinned.

It was odd. As the two of you walked down the pavement, you thought about it. You were going to ruin the night for him but it seemed like he cared about you.

“…Ace.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

“If you were gonna fight him, why didn’t you do it there?” You chuckled.

“Hmm…cos I didn’t wanna get you mixed up in my business. Plus it woulda been pretty awkward if I lost in front of you.” He responded.

“I have a feeling you knew you weren’t gonna lose, Freckles.” You giggled, feeling as if you were slowly returning to yourself.

“Am I gonna get a house tour?” He asked, hopefully as he had his hands in his pockets.

“In your dreams, muchacho. I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

“I guess you’re right, doll-face. Go head in the building, I’ll be on my way when you’re out of sight.” He said.

You swallowed a little thickly, then took a few steps forward towards him. You slid a hand on the nape of his neck as you gently crushed your lips against him.

As you pulled away, and rested your forehead against his own he gave you a wolfish grin.

“I guess I gotta get into brawls more often, eh?”

“Ace. I swear to God.” You said, with an edge to your voice which just made him chuckle more.

“Alright, alright. I’m on my best behaviour.” He said. He stole your lips again and seemed to want to get a little heated but it backfired on him.

“Ow, ow, ow!” He cried out, then gently massaged his split lip.

“Serves you right.” You snorted.

“Worth it.”

Number 3: Call like crazy — Nobody and I mean nobody likes a clingy girl. Only call if necessary!

“So if we look at the projections of the sales this month, we can see-” Isuka trailed off and all eyes in the boardroom fixated on Ace when his phone began to blare out.

His eyes widened because he didn’t remember expecting any phone calls.

“…Sorry, it’s Y/N.” He said, sheepishly as he looked at Newgate. He put his phone underneath the desk and tried to hang up.

“Sorry, Isuka.” He said apologetically, with a hand gesture. She rolled her eyes.

“So as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…sales are-”

The door swung open and Newgate’s secretary held a phone.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother this meeting. There is an urgent phone call for Ace?” She said.

“…Who is it?” Ace asked.

“Umm, she says you will know.” She said, as she gingerly handed the phone towards Ace.

“…Hi doll-face,” Ace answered in a pained tone.

You were on the rooftop of Sleek’s building with Vivi and Nami by your side, they were giggling at the prospect and it felt like the three of you were middle schoolers at a sleepover.

“Hi, Pookie! I missed my sugar plum so so so much! Are you alright after last night, I totally forgot I should’ve kissed your booboos all better!” You said in a baby voice down the phone line as Nami and Vivi were rolling around in hysterics. It was taking everything within you not to start laughing.

The entirety of the boardroom, from Marco, Izou, Kujaku and Isaku tried their best not to start howling like hyenas.

“…Sugar plum?” Marco repeated.

“Boo, boos?!” Kujaku whisper shouted.

“Uh…honey I can’t really talk right now. It’s fine…I’m fine.” Ace said, shoulders hunched over and casting a downward gaze since he was too humiliated to make eye contact with everybody else. His cheeks were flushed red.

“Okay, my Acey Wacey. I love you so so so much..!” You said then made obnoxiously loud kissing noises into the phone.

He had no idea what got into you. If this was under regular circumstances, he would’ve hung up and ghosted you completely.

But he needed to keep you around, even if it meant at the cost of his reputation at work and self-esteem.

“…Love you too.” He said through gritted teeth and you hung up the phone.

The three of you erupted into boisterous laughter, tears streaming down your cheeks and clutching at your sides.

“You are going to HELL.” Nami cried out, her cheeks flushed.

“Oh well. I’ll drag Acey Wacey with me.” You responded which reignited the laughter once again.

“I can never show my face to Pops again.” Ace said as he sat in the corner of his shared office with Marco and Izou, grasping the roots of his hair.

“I thought you said Y/N was normal.” Marco asked, taken aback at that phone call.

“She was! Everything was fine, I have no clue what happened?!” Ace cried out, mouth agape.

“You made her the damsel in distress, that’s what happened.” Izou snorted.

“Oh please. Like that woulda made a difference.”

“No, I think he’s onto something Ace! Of course, a girl would go all crazy if a guy broke somebody’s face for their honour or whatever,” Marco said, clicking his fingers.

“Well, I’m inviting her over again. I can’t even chew her out the way I want to.” He muttered.

“Just eight more days, pal.” Marco said as he patted Ace’s shoulder.

“What’s the end game, Y/N?” Vivi questioned as you headed back downstairs.

“Hm?”

“Well, you said he’s all sweet and he kinda seems like a keeper. Why drive him off?” She shrugged.

You gnawed your lip a little.

“I’m not really sure, Vivi. But this article comes first. Freckles is just another guy as far as I’m concerned.”

“Whatever you say.” Vivi snorted, unbelieving.

You weren’t sure you believed what came out of your mouth either.

author’s note: if u read this far ty so much 🥺🫶🏽 pls reblog or interact if u enjoyed it much love ehehe. i forgot how hard series are for me personally. also i’m watching impel down arc atm and i’m getting attached to his ass all over again ☠️

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The morlok hilarious they said that someone is plotting to arrest people because of misinformation. They've been arrested you the whole time convicting and trying you and putting into death all at the same time for years and suddenly someone has a conspiracy to do that.

Is obnoxious the news blows already that you try and hand out it's terrible it didn't do any good and got you in trouble got you beat up shot and gone a bunch of and that's the story

Zues Hera it's not a good one and you're lame and you're upsetting and you're annoying and you're wrong to be doing it and stupid did not notice they're doing that to you and still are

Yeah several things going on and the above is part of it it is more luck are ignorant that they're being punished for crimes completely ignorant. It's a bad thing they need to learn it they went ahead and just started stealing stuff here in PG today. Cops were dispatched and then arrested huge looks so surprised on their face faces. They were clearing the car and kept saying suspended sentence huh. And the cops said no you're going to jail in prison and probably won't come out. Then they would say that's what we thought after the fourth time the police said are you listening to what we're saying. And then morlock said probably not, who says there's most likely dead. And they said we most likely don't care and then like three times then they said what did you say they told him again and then they said oh it's going to die and start kicking and flailing around in the car and when they came out they started to fight and then a shot dead in the parking lot.

This goes to show you his stuff pay attention it pays to pay attention. There are a bunch to try later tonight and they were shot and trying. Thousands tried to get in and were shot.

800 million from the north and 300 million from the interior tried to get into the shop comic Charlotte county 400 million was shot right in the head and the 300 million here we're all shot where they could all of them are dead there's more waves coming and they try and get into this county and are killed. There's other things going on

Saint Laurent has dropped all the way to the Sea and it started at the lake until 10 miles deep and that's fully dropped and the cities nearby mostly sat there we'll see you was actually engulfed. The saucers were exposed they took off. It will expose them because they were embedded in sides or close to it. Tons out. Still more now. 300,000 mostly martian walkers. Giant numbers in them coming out now about 2 million.

More will come out tomorrow well today.

Small army of saucers launched too from the Midwest yes from The river's edge.

More shortly

Thor Freya

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The Notorious B.I.G Ft. Ty Dollar Sign And Bella Alubo - G.O.A.T

The Notorious B.I.G., a talented American rapper and songwriter, has released a new and exceptional song titled G.O.A.T. Bella Alubo, a great Nigerian singer, and Ty Dolla $ign collaborated on the crisp sweet new song "G.O.A.T." The official lyrics to 'GOAT,' a song by the late American rapper The Notorious BIG featuring American singer Ty Dollar Sign and Nigerian vocalist Bella Alubo, are available below. Read the words to the GOAT and sing along. GOAT is the 30th track on The Notorious BIG's posthumously released album, Life After Death (25th Anniversary Super Deluxe Version) Album. The Notorious B.I.G Ft. Ty Dollar Sign And Bella Alubo - G.O.A.T is now available for download on naijagenre.com, and don’t forget to share this website with your friends for the most up-to-date information The Notorious B.I.G Ft. Ty Dollar Sign And Bella Alubo - G.O.A.T Lyrics Intro Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh (I like this right here) Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah (B.I.G.) Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh (Bad Boy) Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh (Let's go) Verse 1 I'm popping Magnums while Jigga bag something Watch is platinum, got jet lag from Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes Make the best CDs and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl, take girls, break spinals (Yeah) Biggie be richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesús dipped in H classes Ice project off light, chick flashes (Let's go) Blind your broke asses Even got rocks in the beard and mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed 'Cept thе number after the dot on thе Range (Uh-huh) Way niggas look at me now kind of strange (Come on) I hate y'all too Rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel (Yeah) It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal, bitches used to go, "Ew" (Ew) Still tote steel Trying to see five mill' off the single, for real (Come on) You ain't phasing the amazing While your gun's raising, mine is blazing (Yeah) See, you wanna see me all talking to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick, blocka (Come on) Pre-Chorus No call ekelebe (Bless) Just wan dey my dey (Come on) Chorus Take me to the moon Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Pour water for my head when we reach the sun Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh I'm so in love with the life, elelele, elele Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah No wake me up, oh, I'm finally home Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Verse 2 Puffing za in a mansion, used to be on the block Biggie up in Heaven looking down on us with Pac Pour out some liquor, I'm with Puff, DeLeón or Ciroq My Rollie presidential, damn near big as a clock Ran up in Poppy, seen some thotties and we gone You niggas at home screaming, "The fights on," Gervonta Saint Laurent made out of python This .40 cal SIG with the red dot sights on Dolla don't miss Take a walk in my old shoes, say you wouldn't ball every chance that you get We living for the moment Makes sense, don't it? Dolla $ign Chorus Take me to the moon (To the moon, to the moon) Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Pour water for my head when we reach the sun (Oh, yeah) Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh I'm so in love with the life, elelele, elele (Yeah) Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah No wake me up, oh, I'm finally home Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Verse 3 We hitmakers with acres Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq Country house, tennis courts on horseback Riding, deciding cracked crab or lobster (Yeah) Who say mobsters don't prosper? Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars Me, I'm critically acclaimed, slug past your brain (Woo) Reminisce on dames who coochie used to stink When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places Tito smile every time he see our faces (Uh-huh) Cases, catch more than outfielders Half these rapping cats ain't seen war (Come on) Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame Speak my name, I make 'em dash like Dame Chorus Take me to the moon (Uh) Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Pour water for my head when we reach the sun (Bless) Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh I'm so in love with the life, elelele, elele (Come on) Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah Ah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah No wake me up, oh, I'm finally home Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Oh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh Outro Yeah Pour water for my head when we reach the sun I dey play game like Benzema Yeah Me, I enter with man dem-a School dem like saro mwa, yeah I like this right here No wake me up, oh Bad Boy Listen Below & Download Mp3 Read the full article

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 39 - Healing, Mentally and Physically

Ophelia's had quite the day! Time to unwind.

Ophelia: Oh Watcher, that feels good. If the bartending thing doesn't work out, you should pick up massage therapy.

Xander: I think I'd get fired if I did what we're about to do with a massage client.

Xander: You ready to take this upstairs?

Ophelia: Oh yeah.

Before she can make a move towards the steps, Xander scoops her up.

Ophelia: Oh! You're stronger than you look.

Xander: Your dirty talk needs a little work, Lemon Bar.

These woohoo partners still need a little time to... warm up before they get going. Not that they're complaining. Even if what they're feeling isn't love, it feels really woohoocking good.

One of the benefits of not having a romantic relationship is you can have a post-woohoo snack of an onion bagel and stuffed peppers like it's no big deal.

Ophelia can't help but think about her conversation with Libby from that morning…

Ophelia: Hey, there's something we forgot to talk about. We're being really careful, but things can happen. If I got pregnant, what would you want to do?

Xander doesn't freak out at her asking, that's a good sign.

Xander: If you're cool with it, I'd say co-parenting is our best option. Sure, it'd be awkward explaining it to people, but we could make it work. Either way, I'd want to be there for my kid.

Ophelia: Good to know.

Ophelia: We've got it all figured out! We're killing this woohoo partner thing, huh?

Xander: Totally.

Ophelia: Wanna go for a celebratory round two?

Xander: And you called me a horndog.

Real homies give each other good morning kisses.

Xander's got errands to run and a shift at Taste of Tartosa, so he needs to freshen up, but Ophelia needs to shower too!

Xander: Maybe we could… multitask?

Ophelia: You know I love being practical.

Keep it clean, you two!

These two decided to autonomously eat stuffed peppers for breakfast. I can't fault them for that.

Ophelia also tells Xander she's going to her first therapy appointment before band practice! She's seeing Dr. Diallo.

Xander's thrilled she's trying to change her klepto ways.

A Better Way Therapy Center looks nice enough. Ophelia doesn't have to wait in the lobby very long before someone comes out to greet her.

Ophelia: Are you Dr. Diallo? Dr. Diallo: That would be correct. Feel free to call me Omari. You must be Miss Lemon. Come on back, dear.

Ophelia: I didn't steal anything from the lobby. Omari: I appreciate that, but it's not my goal to judge you, Ophelia. You didn't choose your trait. I understand you're here for our re-traiting services. Ophelia: Yes. So do I just drink a serum or? Omari: It's not quite so easy.

Ophelia: Oh. So I have to like… actually talk about stuff. Omari: We find it's important to address any underlying causes for unwanted traits. Ophelia: My parents always said therapy was for erratic Sims. Omari: Luckily, parents have been know to be wrong every now and then.

Ophelia: So do I start telling you every bad thing I've ever done or…?

Omari: You can tell me whatever you like, this is your time, but I want you to know this is not about punishing you for past mistakes. This is about helping you move forward with your life in a healthy way.

Omari: A lot of first sessions consist of just getting to know each other. Why don't you tell me about your job?

Ophelia: Oh, sure. I just got a promotion, actually. I'm going to be a singer for a wedding band.

Omari: What an exciting job! How'd you get into that line of work?

And so, Ophelia tells Omari about her life since she moved to Willow Creek. She talks about the Blue Velvet, the BFFs, the Laurents, her relationship with Libby, moving to Tartosa, and even her ever-rising fame level. It's kind of nice talking about it all with an outsider.

Ophelia: So… Do I get my new trait yet? Omari: Not just yet. Changing a trait is a lot of hard work, but you've taken that first step, which is quite the accomplishment. Now, I have a bit of homework before your next session. Ophelia: Homework? Omari: Don't worry, it's simple.

Omari: I want you to keep a journal of how you're feeling when you get the urge to swipe. Are you angry, sad, bored? If you do swipe something, I want you to be honest about it. I won't be angry or judgmental. I just want to understand you better.

Ophelia: I guess I can do that.

Ophelia: Okay, this isn't so bad so far. Omari: I'm glad to hear it. I'll see you at our next appointment. Ophelia: Do I get a lollipop for being brave? Omari: I don't think the game has lollipops but I'll see what I can do for our next session.

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[pdrrook]

Hello Rook! I want to know what the Ro's would do/think if they caught the MC trying to sneak out after spending the night? hope you have a great week!!

Jewel: ‘uh, you know you can just… leave, right? There’s no need to be dramatic.’

Reed: ‘wow, MC, how romantic. 🙄’

Laurent: lets them leave, overthinks, but doesn’t mention it first.

Nino: pretends she’s asleep, lets them leave, then assumes it was their way of letting her down gently or smth so she’ll make sure to never bright it up again and keep her distance.

Flavio: ‘a goodbye would be nice? But no pressure.’

Alan: ‘what, did you lose your way? The bed’s right here.’

Thank you! You too! <3

#laurent: so it was that bad huh #pfm #jewel #reed #laurent #nino #flavio #alan

[finex09]

dear god when the hysterias HITS

#sebastian akchote bozovic sir you are hereby cordially invited to [REDACTED] #anyways ive just been listening to his saint laurent tracks and ough dear god are they IMMACULATE #im so upset the spotify versions (which are the official releases) are so.....drastically different than the stream versions #like in womens winter 2020 theres an entire section missing!!!! whats up with that huh!!!!!!!!!! #anyways. i love him. but also hate him for his recent crimes against us #like sir i know you are just Some Guy but PLEEEEASE put forth some effort in ur appearance....i know a long hair look would be great on u #sir pls #why the moustache. why the center part. please invest in some good shampoo #sending mane n tail over to ed rec hq with a lil note that says 'for sebastian <3' and theres hearts over the i #ugh. we could have it all...a long haired dilf era....WHEW #but nooo #-turns over to a picture of Xavier on my wall- oh man Xav we're really in it now #if xav gets a bad haircut im going to lose it #leave it to xavier to outshine everyone else. he understands the assignment EVERY TIME #anyways. #hi if ur here....ilu but also im sorry LMAO #bird babbles #edm stuff #honestly putting it in that tag bc like. its kinda funny