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crishayle · 6 months

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Neptune in the houses

Disclaimer. The natal chart is a system of aspects. Some qualities of a planet may not manifest due to other planets and their aspects. Please carefully study the rest of your placements.

Neptune in the 1st house:

1.He is a very empathetic and kind person. They are very polite and will endure to the last so as not to pour out their emotions on others

2.Many of them have synesthesia. They are able to taste color or know the color of music. They have a very good imagination

3.Often such people may have bags under their eyes since childhood or tired eyes. They have an unearthly appearance, for example, large or blue eyes. My personal observation, but these people are sooooo deep asleep, it's hard to wake them up, or their dreams are very colorful

4.With tense aspects, as well as a weak Moon, Neptune in the 1st house may indicate addiction to alcohol, smoking and drugs

5.Also, with tense aspects, Neptune in the 1st house may indicate infantile. Such a person can be naive, or dependent on someone else's opinion

Neptune in the 2nd house:

1.I often meet this placement in the natal charts of people who earn money from their hobby or are engaged in freelancing. Or they could change jobs often, because they have been looking for their vocation for a long time.In any case, their wealth is unstable

2.One of the indicators of monetary luck (but look at Jupiter in the natal chart). I have already said that their finances are fickle, but these people can also win the lottery, or find money on the street. They can also unexpectedly be offered a job with a good salary. But this is all with the good aspects of Neptune!!!!

3.With the negative aspects of Neptune in the natal chart, it is difficult for them to save money. Such people may be greedy for beautiful packaging, spontaneous purchases and may be excessively gambling. They may also often forget their wallet, credit card, or get into problems with the bank (an outstanding loan, for example)

4.No kidding, this is a good placement for designers and marketers. They literally know how to reunite beauty and sales.

5.The very type of people who really disconnects from the outside world when performing some task. They don't like multitasking or fast work.

Neptune in the 3rd house:

1.I would not say that this is an indicator of a creative nature. I often see this even in the natal charts of engineers, IT specialists and architects. It seems to me that such people are more used to working with visual information, because the 3rd house displays a person's thinking and mind in the natal chart. For example, it is easier for them to write or depict something than to convey it in words. It may also be easier for them to remember images, faces, or associations than numbers or audio information.

2.One of the indicators of an introvert (but you need to look at the rest of the placements of the natal chart). Such people periodically need to be alone with themselves to recharge their social battery.

3.Not always, but this is one of the signs of topographic cretinism. It may be difficult for such a person to navigate using maps and a navigator

4.Very pleasant and friendly in communication. They try to create an atmosphere of comfort and trust even with a stranger. Very polite in communication with the service staff (but can be very shy of them)

5.With the negative aspects of Neptune, this can be an indicator of a problem with attention and memory. It is difficult for such a person to study at school, listen to lectures at the university and take exams. They can also read a book or watch a movie, remember the frames and actors from there, but not remember the plot at all

Neptune in the 4th house:

1.One of the indicators of an alcoholic parent (but you need to look at the rest of the provisions of the natal chart), Every friend of mine with Neptune in the 4th house talked about problems with his mother or father because of alcohol

2.Most likely, one of the relatives has a mental disorder

3.This is a man who lived in a family where he lacked something. Perhaps attention, love or support. Even if the child received this, he could think that their family was different from the rest. You know, when outwardly it seems that everything is fine, but in fact it is not. As if it's an illusion or a picture.

4.Such a person does not want to grow up. Not to be confused with infantile, it's just that such a person takes great care of his inner child and any reminders of childhood. They may have a lot of saved toys, photos, etc.

5.Such people love a quiet pastime.For example, yoga, reading, listening to music, drawing, decorating the house, etc.

Neptune in the 5th house:

1.There are 2 situations here (to find out, you need to look at other placements of the natal chart):a person could try alcohol, cigarettes, etc. at a very early age, or such a person can ABSOLUTELY avoid them.Such people can really lose their minds because of alcohol. It's as if a dark personality wakes up in them, which they are afraid of in ordinary life.

2.They lie well. Even though I have the Moon in Scorpio, sometimes even I don't understand if they are lying or telling the truth. Sometimes they can make a joke and I'll take it for the truth. They control their emotions well. One of the indicators of acting talent.

3.With negative aspects, it may indicate manipulativeness.

4.They are so interesting to tell stories with all the emotions and details, you want to listen and listen to them! Perhaps good pedagogical abilities.

5.I often notice that such people prefer fantasy films or romantic ones. They can express their love through music or gifts made with their own hands

Neptune in the 6th house:

1.Problems with time management. Such a person confuses deadlines, forgets about his tasks or does not have time to complete them. It is better for such a person to work with someone in tandem who will be able to monitor the progress of the work

2.I often find this placement in the natal charts of allergy sufferers. Also, such people may have sensitive skin or sensitivity to the sun (they immediately tan).Perhaps they often get sick, or are vulnerable to the weather

3.Such people are philanthropists. They will definitely share their food with you, help you or listen to you. "It's better to give than to receive"

4.Most often, such people work in the service sector, or in a profession where they feel they are helping people

5.Their energy and motivation are fickle. One day they can do tasks for the whole week, another day they won't be able to get out of bed.

Neptune in the 7th house:

1.Such people tend to idealize their partner, or fall in love with people below their level(but you need to look at Venus, the Moon and the Sun in the natal chart)

2.The 7th house in the natal chart also displays enemies. In the lives of such people, there were often those who took advantage of their kindness and care.Most often, such people are not vindictive

3.It is a very difficult situation when Neptune has many bad aspects in the natal chart. In this case, a person becomes distrustful and angry at people. It was as if he realized that kindness is not appreciated and it is better to be selfish

4.Such people make decisions based on what their heart tells them, not their mind (but you need to look at the other placement of the natal chart)

5.Such people strive for a complete fusion of souls in a relationship. They are looking for their soulmate. They will be interested in your hobby, your work, your relatives, etc., if you are in a relationship with them

Neptune in the 8th house:

1.One of the indicators of addiction. Such a person can get hooked on alcohol, cigarettes, pills or drugs due to stress. I also have Neptune in the 8th house, and to be honest, I've been drinking sedatives for 2 years because of the huge stress. Also, my friends with this placement sleep for almost a whole day due to stress. You know that the 8th house is the house of death in tropical astrology. With Neptune in the 8th house, a person tries to find a place where he can get lost. After all, sleep is a little death, and alcohol is a loss of reason and thoughts

2.One of the indicators of fear of water or inability to swim. Also, such people may be allergic to some cosmetics or chemicals.

3.Interest in mysticism and religion since childhood. Perhaps such a person had an imaginary friend or encountered paranormal things in childhood.

4.In sex, a person puts emotions above physical contact. Passion, love are very important to them, they need kisses and foreplay

5.Good intuition, but it is difficult for a person to translate it into clear information. As if the subconscious mind of a person understands, but the consciousness does not

Neptune in the 9th house:

1.Such a person can often dream of countries or places where he has never been. It's like he's traveling in a dream

2.With the negative aspects of Neptune, a person may not recognize his homeland. I often find this placement among people who moved to another country because of the poor quality of life in their homeland, or they had to due to external circumstances

3.For such people, changes in life can bring peace of mind. I noticed that such people, after experiencing stress, like to start life with a clean slate. AND SUDDENLY FOR EVERYONE

4.He is a philosopher by nature. Such people have a very interesting type of thinking. They are interesting interlocutors, after talking with them, it seems that something has changed dramatically in your thoughts

5.It is most difficult for them to recognize the injustice of the world. They are sooooo kind, but sometimes they can't just take bad events or bad people in their opinion

Neptune in the 10th house:

1.Such people tend to underestimate their capabilities. For example, to work at an unloved job, secretly dreaming of a completely different one. They will prefer stability instead of their favorite profession

2.One of the indicators of work abroad or in a foreign language. Such people are good at freelancing and psychology. They know how to follow a work ethic and be a friendly and pleasant employee

3.They have too quick a mind, so there are problems with time management or workflow organization. They also tend to work in a creative mess (but they can, because they are good)

4.Neptune in the 10th house can also indicate envious or toxic colleagues. Many of my acquaintances with this placement have faced slander about them at work

5.With negative aspects, this placement may indicate conflict and an inflated ego. A person does not recognize authorities, it is difficult for him to accept someone else's opinion

Neptune in the 11th house:

1.A VERY GOOD FRIEND!!!! A sense of comfort, tranquility and fun next to such a person is provided to you.

2.The social media page of such a person is either completely empty and closed, or filled with unusual photos or memes. Also, such people use fake accounts more often than others

3.He is good at coming up with ideas, plans and works well with information, but it is difficult for him to translate his ideas into reality

4.With bad aspects, this placement may indicate an inability to read people. They can be friends and trust hypocritical and deceitful people. They may not see the bad in people at all

5.They are sooooo cute! Such people need to choose friends more carefully than others because they tend to change their habits, manner of communication, hobbies because of friends. It was from people with Neptune in the 11th house that I heard that they gave up bad habits and found a job after they stopped communicating with bad people

Neptune in the 12th house:

1.One of the indicators of an introvert. Such a person feels very comfortable alone. He can live alone quite calmly and rarely leave the house

2.Such people are sooooo difficult to wake up. Sometimes it feels like they've come out of a coma, not woken up. Their brains need a lot of time to recover

3.Very strong intuition. Also, such people put the heart above the mind.

4.Such a person does not like to talk about his feelings. He keeps all his worries to himself and is used to solving problems alone. He is more used to walking on the street or thinking about his problems before going to bed than telling someone about it.

5.He is a very emotionally impressionable person. He will not laugh if someone falls, at the sight of blood in person he may shudder. He can literally feel someone else's pain in his body.

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junypr-camus · 8 months

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Just a good ol’ fashioned girl-hates-government dystopia.

Oh, and mind control.

A CITY WITHOUT BIRDS

GENRE: Science Fiction

SUBGENRES: Dystopia, cyberpunk, hopepunk

THEMES: Found family, change, memories, hope

AUDIENCE: Anyone

P.O.V./TENSE: First person, past tense

Memories can’t be trusted in Seranid. Feisty Terry Silver learns the hard way when she’s forced to flee the utopian City of her childhood, charged with a crime she has no recollection of committing.

Here’s what other people say

“really action packed…. incredibly well written and kept up the pace for the whole book” — Vee Ramage

“I must admit I was totally taken in by Terry and the Professor and the supporting characters.”

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Or keep reading…

Welcome to Seranid. You’re happy here. Everybody is.

From the ruins of the Pacific Coast rises Seranid, where

“THE CAMERAS AREN’T WATCHING YOU. YOU’RE WATCHING YOURSELF.”

Terry Silver doesn’t know she’s living a lie. She thinks nothing of the status symbol implanted into every Seranidian at birth. She’s unaware of the dissentious thoughts erased from her mind, or the half-truths fed to millions of Seranidians to maintain the paradisial City. Even, of the fact that she may have taken a life. But when the mysterious Professor Camus Remin whisks her from the crosshairs of Seranid’s task force into the Slums, she finds stolen memories — including ones of her long-dead father, and a people trampled by innovation — who call her the Phoenix that will herald the rebirth of the nation. As Terry tries to foment an uprising, she faces more than her own mortality: resurfacing trauma, the deaths of loved ones, and the looming threat of all-out nuclear war. She’s forced to ask herself: what price would you pay for change?

Seranid’s Government rules through division. Knowledge workers: doctors, engineers, teachers, and scientists are kept in the City, a bubble of utopia, while the rest are cast into the Slums, where poverty, disease, and corruption run rampant. Status symbols implanted at birth label Seranidians and feed them propaganda, altering their thoughts and memories to keep them in line. The task force eliminates any remaining rebels.

The Council, the coalition of the six business heads of Seranid, is the guiding force and source of comfort in many Seranidian’s lives. From controlling the weather in the City to providing aid to those in need, they are the sympathetic heart of Seranid. And the driver behind the City’s endless consumerism.

Propoganda

CHARACTERS

Terry Silver: Fatherless and friendless, Terry finds solace in her work: keyboards, droids, and the soldering iron that burned a hole through her cargo pants. Her defiance gets her in trouble when Seranid’s government targets her for something she can’t even remember.

Terry’s first memory | Sketches | Terry’s mirror

Camus Remin: He has a charming smile and a burning passion for physics, but remains a mystery to his students, burdened by past mistakes. He quickly becomes the father Terry never had — but only later does she learn why he saved her.

Quote | Sketch

Marco Luiz: An old friend of Camus and a resident of the Slums, Marco knows the injustices of Seranid’s system firsthand. Both idealist and kind-hearted, he’s quick to sacrifice himself to help those in need — or just cook them some good roast lamb.

OC’s a ten but…

Janette Thornell: Hardened by past failures, the Resistance leader often clashes with Terry. Yet Janette loves those she protects — most of all, Emmy, who knows the secret of her origins.

Janette’s Secret

Emmy Wood: A City surgeon who defected to the Resistance, Emmy is more a scientist than a fighter. But when fate separates her, Camus, Marco and Terry from the rest of the Resistance, the four must learn to fight – and survive – together.

OC’s a ten but…

SETTING

North America, in the distant future…

Three countries share North America: materialistic Seranid on the West Coast, militaristic Leifen in the East, and modest Mirena, caught between the two superpowers. Each has their own way of surviving in this cruel new world, and each has their own flaws.

More Descriptions | Sketches | Leifen | Mirena | Ideals

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sherifftillman · 1 year

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busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love™, fluff, some angst, swearing and mentions of adult themes throughout, eventual adult content, alcohol content, drug content, penbury is a fanon surname

Word count: 8.8k

A/N: Here it is, folks. The one you've all been waiting for. Enjoy. <3

I might have been a tiny wee bit self indulgent at one point in particular. Bet you can't tell where.

You frown as you swipe to answer the call from Scott. "Who died?"

"Woooow," a very familiar sarcastic response rings through your ear. "Can't a friend just call up another in this day and age?" You let the silence linger just long enough for him to then add, "Yeah, I'm chatting shit. No, I was going to ask, are you running late?"

You frown, "No, I'm not long about to close up now. Why'd you ask?"

"Well, Ralph texted me." He puts on a voice, the way you all do when talking about your flatmate. "Good afternoon, Scott. I hope you have been keeping well, and that the snow hasn't interrupted your daily life. I would like to request your assistance, I am aware that we have been tasked with making dessert for the Pal Valentine's Day meal later, but unfortunately I have noticed that we are severely lacking in eggs. I was simply wondering if, by chance you could bring some up to the flat? I would be most grateful, and willing to more than compensate you financially! Regards, Ralph."

You groan, "I asked him to get eggs this morning, he didn't want to because there were kids throwing snowballs and he was scared he'd get caught up in it. I told him to suck it up, because they can smell fear, but he's clearly too chicken-shit to go out there."

"Aww, he's never even had a snowball fight before? What even was his childhood?!" You rasp, hoping to quickly evade that topic. "Oh my god, you thinking what I’m thinking?”

You grin, “I think I am. You wanna rally the troops?”

“On it.”

You look up from your phone, still giggling, to see two of your sales assistants watching you, looking at each other and waggling their eyebrows at each other. You shake your head, “At this point, you’re well beyond barking up the wrong tree! My friend Scott and I are planning something,” you flash your eyes mischievously, and they tut back at you.

“Well, at this point, it’s not like we were expecting you to have some hot date on the other end of the line, is it?” One of them jokes, nudging the other as they run off and busy themselves at the other end of the store, still cackling.

“You two are lucky you’re my favourites!” You shout after them with a laugh. “Can I trust you to close up tonight?”

“Nah, we’re gonna loot the place,” one answers with a false sincerity.

“You poor sods won’t find much here,” you point out. “But thank you, you’re the best!” You singsong as you head past them to the back room.

“Then pay us more!” Another jokes.

“If I had control over who earns what, d’you not think I’d have done that by now? You wound me,” you dramatically push your hand to your chest as you walk backwards through the door out of the main shop floor. Once you’ve collected all your belongings, and put on all your layers, it’s pretty much time to close anyway. You salute your colleagues with a, “Godspeed getting home tonight,” and brave the cold.

Since the roads hadn’t been salted by the time you needed to get to work, you’d walked there, and while you would much rather be sitting in a heated car than feeling your cheekbones freeze over, it’s quite nice to walk through the streets of Croydon, watching the thick snow fall with the slightest bit of sun still peeking through. A gentle little reminder that longer, warmer days are just around the corner, and that winter’s soon at an end.

You’re greeted in front of your tower block by all your friends, all with varying expressions. Scott and Connor are eagerly plotting, Anna still looks a little unsure, and Grace just looks like she’s fed up of the cold. “So, what’s the plan, who’s getting him to come downstairs?” you ask once you’re with them.

“That’s what we were just deciding,” Scott replies.

“My suggestion was that Anna would be the least suspicious, but she wants no part of this,” Connor pulls a face and Anna slaps his arm.

“Shut up! I still think it’s mean,” she frowns, and you hold her arm comfortingly.

“Listen, who’d you rather be the first people to engage Ralph in any kind of snow fight, us or those little pricks up there?” You jerk your head over to where a group of middle school-age boys are playing around together.

She sighs, “Fine, but I’m aiming for his feet, okay?”

“Aw, but it’s fifty points if you hit his face,” Scott teases.

“Okay, okay, before Grace gets hypothermia, let’s just get this over and done with, shall we?” You ask, and Grace nods from somewhere beneath her fluffy hood. “Scott, he asked you to pick up those eggs, didn’t he? Just make up some guff about how they’ve locked the front doors so he needs to come push the button to let you in.”

Scott nods, texts something, and within a few minutes pumps his fist with excitement. “Okay, he says he’ll do it! I told him to wrap up and let me know when he’s on his way down.”

“Tell him you’ve had to step away from the doors so it doesn’t look like you’re loitering,” Connor adds, “so he can’t just run back.”

“Okay, this does feel a little mean, now,” you admit, and Anna looks at you incredulously.

“No, no, you don’t get to back out now! Not after all that talking me round!”

“Yeah, c’mon, you two have been smooth sailing for ages now, surely there’s something that you can only get off your chest by a one-time snowball pelting?” Scott asks, and you think for a moment.

“He did watch the rest of that new show we were watching without me and then spoiled the ending,” you ponder.

“Jail.” Grace pulls her hood back momentarily to stare at you with wide, serious eyes.

You nod, “Yeah. Or a snowball to the shoulder. Both are the same punishment, I think.”

“Totally,” Connor sneers, and you and Grace both flip him off - or you assume that’s why she’s holding the back of her hand up to him, it’s hard to tell with her wearing mittens, but it does put everyone into a heap of laughter.

Connor’s phone beeps, and he gasps as he looks at his screen. “Alright, gang, he’s on his way down! Lock and load.”

You all get into position, snowballs in gloved hands, as you watch Ralph push the door open with ease, walk through it and look back with a frown. He tentatively moves forward one cautious step at a time, his big baby-cow eyes darting around all the while. You all hide a little further back each time until he’s inevitably in line with you all. He looks at Scott first, then his hand, then around at all of you. “Oh, fiddlesticks,” he whispers.

“This is for your own good, mate,” Connor grimaces as you all throw your missiles at him. With a half-scream, half-squawk sound, Ralph tensely curls himself up in self-defence, holding that position long after he’s been hit. “See, mate, that wasn’t so bad, was it? And that was all of us!”

“I thought you were all my friends,” he glares indignantly at you all, and you nod.

“Yeah, which is why we did it knowing you wouldn’t get hurt,” you point out. “You’re alright now, aren’t you?” He nods tentatively. “See? And the best bit, is now it’s your turn, and you get pick of the lot as to who you hit first.”

“Just hit me first, if you like, I won’t mind, and I won’t hit you again, either,” Anna shrugs, but Ralph studies all of you.

“Who’s idea was this?” He eventually asks Anna, who quickly points to you and Scott.

“Wooooow,” Scott shakes his head, but Anna simply flips him off.

Ralph bends down, eyes still flitting between all of you, as he grabs two handfuls of snow and immediately flings them both at the two of you. While you get a tiny little lump that just grazes your chest, at least he landed it with Scott, as that one flew out of his grip and straight into Scott’s mouth. A laugh bubbles out of Ralph’s lips and you all grin back at him.

“Okay, that was good, but a good snowball is two handfuls, smushed together into, yeah, that’s it, just like- ack!” Connor is silenced and humbled by Ralph throwing his third and far bigger snowball, straight into his stomach. “Prick,” he laughs as he scoops another one up to toss at Ralph again, who manages to evade it this time. “Mine was way bigger than theirs!” He makes another, adding, “Although, while I’m here, if you’re not retaliating…” Before extending himself to standing and throwing one at Anna with an almost evil cackle.

Anna gasps, “Only not to Ralph, asshole!” And throws one back at him with a giggle.

Before long, you’re all running around, including Ralph, throwing snowballs at each other and laughing like you were kids again. You’d never had thought, at your big age, that this is how you’d be spending a snowy day, but it brings back good memories of you and your four oldest friends, knocking at each other’s doors after the local news had announced that your school was closed, taking old bin lids up the steepest hills you could climb to slide down again. You look over at Ralph, with the apples of his cheeks glowing as red as his ears and the tip of his nose from all the cold, his whole face lit up as he catapults snowballs in the strangest fashion, and wonder what snow days must have been like for him. Obviously, he wasn’t sledding down hills on bin lids, but you’d have thought he and Victoria and their friends would have had friendly snowball fights. Though, you remember, from what you’ve learned of Victoria and her friends, perhaps those weren’t so friendly when aimed at Ralph.

Your thoughts are interrupted when another snowball hits Ralph, though not from any direction that any of you are standing. You all look over to the gang of young boys, snickering at each other for having landed one on “one of the oldies”, especially commending the offender for “getting the posh one”.

Though rage boils through all of you, it’s Grace, already warmed up from running around, who pushes her hood back to give them all a death stare and tell them, “You’ll regret that.”

As though called to arms, the five of you form a protective wall in front of Ralph and start hurling snowballs at the group of pre-teens at top speed until one of them yells, “Alright, alright, truce! Mercy! Whatever word gets you to stop!”

Just as you all stop, one more snowball flies up above all of you. Over your heads, down, down, and lands perfectly on top of the head of the kid that the others were praising for hitting Ralph. All your friends spin around on the spot so that all of you, as well as the boys, could stare in disbelief at Ralph, who has a small but very proud smile on his face. “Oi, that was sick!” One of the boys yells out. You mouth to Ralph that that’s a good thing as the other boys start laughing and cheering for him, too.

“Okay, alright, we’ve all had our fun,” you start holding your hands up in the air, “but this isn’t getting Palentine’s dinner ready, is it?”

“Isn’t it Valentine’s? That’s tomorrow, innit?” One of the boys answers.

“Nah, isn’t Pal-a-tine the wrinkly geezer from Star Wars?” Another asks.

“I thought it was that place that’s always fighting with Israel,” another comments.

“Maybe pay more attention to your teachers, yeah?” You ask them with a slight nod. You turn to the others. “Still meeting at Anna’s?” You ask, and they all non-verbally confirm. “Cool, see you guys in a bit. Ralphie!” You shout for him and he springs to attention, practically jumping to stand next to you. You smirk, “Ready to go get those eggs I asked for this morning?” He nods sadly and you nudge him towards the row of shops.

As you walk away, Ralph mutters, “I know I’m not supposed to interfere with knowledge about those world wars, but have there really already been ones in space, too?”

Had the snowball incident not already happened, you’d have absolutely messed with Ralph by convincing him that Star Wars were actual battles that took place in outer space. However, enough guilt consumes you that you correct him by trying to explain the entire movie franchise to him as you buy the eggs you need. Though he listens intently and nods attentively, you can tell from the vacant look in his eyes that nothing’s really going in, but at least he’s trying.

Baking with Ralph sounds like a nightmare, but he’s a diligent little helper when he’s trying. He measures your ingredients for you and he’s quick to wash up your equipment once you’re done with it. You’d only planned to go for the safe option of a simple sponge cake, predicting disaster, but the speed at which you’re all done leaves you pleasantly surprised. You’re even able to snap a little photo for Ralph’s instagram without him noticing. Once you’re all dolled up, he suggests you both take one to “show” his instagram and twitter accounts, but you opt to keep that one for just the camera roll. You’ve not seen or heard any speculation about your potential love life revolving around Ralph, and you’d like to keep it that way.

Once you finally get to Anna’s, after explaining that the boys outside of your flats had since decided to gather all the snow in the street to make one giant snowball, and had recruited you and Ralph to roll it when it got too big for them to, until you two couldn’t either. “Perfectly understandable reason,” Connor nods in understanding, and the others agree.

Once all the food is laid out, you’re glad that you all a) worked up an appetite and b) ended up pushing dinner back on top of that, because everybody preparing separate dishes has definitely overestimated what six portions of each part should be. Regardless, it’s another night of eating food, chatting away and ending with dancing around Anna’s living room, much like Ralph’s second night with you.

Another morning of February 14th, another empty bed to wake up in. You sit up, stretching out your arms, and grab your phone to look through the folder in your phone labelled “shitty mspaint valentines” to send to your friends and some of your coworkers, to make them laugh. You’re met with some laughing reactions, some rebuttals and a couple of reactions that you can tell were written with a sarcastic eye roll, which only spurs you on more.

You also post a photo you took yesterday to Ralph’s instagram, to keep his brand alive:

You’re about to drag yourself out of bed when the door opens to reveal Ralph, holding out a tray with two plates piled with waffles, two glasses of fruit juice and two mugs of tea. You watch him carefully set it at the foot of the bed and then sit next to you with your lower lip out in an affectionate pout. “Aww, Ralphie, what’s all this about?”

“Well, usually tradition would have it that Father and I would take Mother and Victoria breakfast in bed on St Valentine’s Day morning, as a tradition, and so Victoria insisted that tradition still be upheld even after our parents… Well, let’s not already put a dampener on the day before it starts! You’ll have to forgive the absence of flowers, I used to have the luxury of picking them out of the garden, but none of the plants in the flat are flowering, and it would be criminal of me to steal from others’ gardens, and all the florists were specifically selling bundles that were far too big for such a gesture, an-”

“Deep breath,” you coach him as you put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s sweet that you still wanted to uphold your little tradition. You know, my dad used to leave me and Mum Valentine’s cards on the doormat, each from “a secret admirer”, though it used to terrify me at first because I didn’t realise it was him!” You pull a face as you take a bite out of a waffle, and Ralph laughs softly. “’Course, after a while, it’d get a bit embarrassing having your dad be your Valentine, but hey, it was one more than I’ve been getting these past few years!” You finish your mouthful and wave the rest of the waffle at him. “These are pushing the boat out for you! Get you!”

“Yes, my dear American friend recommended them to me! And I managed to successfully cook them in the toaster oven!” Ralph chimes gleefully.

“Look at you go!” You beam proudly. “Soon enough, you won’t even need me!”

“Oh, don’t be preposterous,” he mutters under his breath just before taking a big sip of his tea. “Any plans for the day?”

“You mean, other than beating the hoards of men waiting for me outside that door with a stick?” You joke, and Ralph chuckles lightly. You shake your head. “Might just do another self-care day. Be my own Valentine, as if things weren’t sad enough!”

“Well, perhaps I could join you, and we would be our own ones together,” Ralph offers. He awaits your reaction with bated breath. If that goes well, perhaps he could segue into asking you to be his actual Valentine, and that would be at least one more step above simply being housemates, over being bedmates, even.

You take a deep breath in. Maybe you could ask Ralph if he’s willing to take it the slightest step further and be each other’s Valentines. It’s just an arbitrary title, really, but at least you’d have one this year. And, whenever Ralph finally leaves, at least you can remember him as more than just your flatmate who you platonically shared a bed with. Wistfully reminiscing over a Valentine does sound more romantic.

But, you have to respect his boundaries. If he felt comfortable enough to make you breakfast in bed, he would have accompanied it with a request for you to be his, but he didn’t. He’s offering to be his own Valentine, parallel to you. Message received. “That’d be nice!” You put all your effort into trying not to sound disappointed.

It works, as Ralph reads your reaction as being very happy with that idea, and he daren’t tread over that line. “Very well. So, what does being your own Valentine mean?”

“For me? Junk food, junk TV, and in this weather, wearing at least two blankets at all times,” you count off on your fingers, making Ralph laugh. “Though I better head out and get you some of your favourites, too.”

He frowns, “There’s no need, you’ll catch your death of cold out there!”

“I mean, obviously I’d get dressed first,” you pull a face. “But yeah, you deserve to get spoiled a little, too. I mean, you did all this for me,” you gesture to the tray, but Ralph rasps flippantly. “Plus,” you add with a smirk, “don’t want you hoarding all my favourite snacks.”

“There it is!” Ralph grins, pointing a finger to you and leaning in so it hovers close to your nose, making you laugh.

“You caught me!” You hold your hands up in mock guilt. “I’ll head out in a bit, okay?”

Once breakfast is over, and you’ve washed up after you both despite Ralph insisting he would do it and trying to get in - which resulted in some rather creative ways of blocking him out of the kitchen - you get dressed ready to brave yet another cold front.

You know what Ralph’s most favourite sweets are. Jelly Babies. But the ones he loves the most aren't the kind you can get from any shop - of course not, that would be too easy, and this is Ralph. No, his favourites come from an old fashioned sweet shop that lives on the same street as the shop he works in. You remember its location vividly. as you'd made a point to think about memorising it and nothing else the day you'd dropped off a treat to Ralph while at work and seen his latest idea in action - an immersive display where he dresses up to fit in with it too. But you'd firmly blocked that mental image out of your head. Of him surrounded by Wild West imagery while wearing a cowboy hat, a plaid shirt and very well-fitting jeans. You definitely hadn’t focused on that at all.

The trek to the old high street is a long one, especially since the snow that wasn’t quite gritted over had formed a barrier of sludge along the roadside that was creeping into the remnants of yesterday’s clean, soft, crunchy snowfall. You make the most of the childlike wonder that comes from stomping through it while you can, before it inevitably ices over into a deathly lumpy terrain.

You spot someone ahead hobbling through the snow, walking in your direction. You watch them carefully, unsure whether to try and help, casually walk past or actively avoid them, when an unmistakably pungent aroma precedes them. You study them a little closer and shout in recognition, “Homeless Pete!”

The man looks up and grunts at you. “How‘ve you been? Not seen you in ages!” He shrugs. Heart sinking, you note, “You were walking with quite a purpose there. Headed anywhere in particular?” Your fears are confirmed when he points over to the block of flats Ralph showed you that he’d emerged from almost half a year ago. “Oh… Today? It’s working?!” You ask, feeling your heart hurl through the ground. He nods, then gestures to you and flashes you a hopeful look. “What?! No! Not me! No, d’you remember, you brought a guy back with you from the 20s? Well, not these 20s, the nineteen-twenties.”

He looks blankly at you. You groan, “Please don’t tell me you’re some kind of past Pete who doesn’t know about Ralph, I don’t need a migraine today.” The name seems to resonate with Pete, which is promising. “Yes! Ralph! You remember! He was all dressed up like he was in the army! And he ended up coming back with you! And then he ended up with me! S’pose I better… Could you hold off on using it until I can get him there, too?” Your words hang heavy with sadness, but you knew this day was coming.

Pete stands there in silence for a moment, thinking. He traces the air from time to time, then claps his hands, making you jump. He mimes scratching at a beard along his own stubble-covered jaw. “You mean, you’ve seen Ralph with a beard now?” He nods, pointing downwards in front of himself. “You’ve spoken to him?” Another nod. Pete looks up at the tower block, then at you, gestures with two hands towards the building, then makes an X shape with his arms, waving them down.

“Please just fucking speak, mate.” You sigh, but he just repeats his actions. As you look lost again, he holds his two hands out again, but stops, looking at you in waiting. “So, that’s you and Ralph?” You guess, and he nods. He moves his hands up towards the building. “You and Ralph went to the place with the… Time machine.” Saying it out loud still sounds insane, even after all this time. He holds one hand close to him, and waves the other one out at you. “Is that one meant to be him?” Another nods, and then the crossed-arms gesture. You frown. “Ralph… Didn’t go in with you?” He shakes his head. “Why not?” He shrugs.

The sorrow and confusion you’ve been feeling this whole conversation start to curdle into all kinds of other feelings. There’s still some confusion there, but mostly it’s anger, frustration, disbelief. He knew how cautious you were about this day finally arriving. He knew of all the countless sleepless nights you’d spent trying to figure out things like how to hide him from your landlord, what to do if he ever falls ill. He knew that every time you picked up your post, you feared a letter from the government with big red letters asking to confirm the identity of the man who’s been claiming to live there despite not being legally registered to. He knows that you’ve been up until all hours some nights searching desperately for some kind of explanation for this phenomenon, since it can’t just be something that only Homeless Pete knows about.

Things had been going so well, especially since Christmas. You’d made peace with the fact that the clock was very much ticking with how long you’d have left with Ralph, and especially after Brighton, you had been telling yourself over and over to not sweat the small stuff, and to just enjoy having him around. You’d figured that with your feelings for him growing stronger the more that he’s around, it’s better for everyone if, instead of constantly counteracting them with the negatives, you’d just let yourself get over him quietly.

Maybe you should have been more forceful. Created more boundaries. Made it more obvious that he can’t just cheat his own fate, who knows what kind of damage he’s done to… Literally the entire universe, anything could be possible! You’d thought you’d always made it so clear to Ralph to always be preparing for the day he goes back. That no matter how great the life is he’s made for himself here, at the end of the day, all this is, is a learning experience for him to take this level of confidence back with him to his own time.

Forgoing the sweet shop, and any other shop for that matter, you make a beeline home, your steps far more deliberate and angry than the gentle march you had been taking through the snow. Even the sight of the lift in your building angers you, so you push your way up the stairs up until the ninth floor, storming through your front door.

Ralph looks over at you from where he sits on the sofa, delight on his face, which quickly falls when he sees your expression. “Is everything alright?”

“Is it?!” You screech. “Have a guess who I saw out there.”

He frowns. “I’m not sure, I didn’t quite think there was anyone out there who upset you to that degree. Would you like some tea or something to calm down?”

“Don’t you dare tell me to ‘calm down’ when you are the reason I haven’t felt ‘calm’ for almost six months now!” You hold your forehead, and Ralph looks back at you, confused, sad and a little scared.

“I - I quite apologise, is there something I’ve done that’s brought this -”

“Don’t you go giving me the ‘oh, yes, quite’ spiel,” you mock his tone, “not when you’ve been lying to me under my own roof! I trusted you!” You stop yourself when you hear your voice crack at that last sentiment.

He swallows hard. “In what respect have I been dishon-”

“I saw H.P. while I was out, didn’t I?! Going towards that block of flats. So I tell him, I say, oh hang about, Pete, let me go grab Ralph so he can go back. And what do you think he told me?!” You ask, now stood next to the couch, squatting down to get eye level with Ralph.

His eyes dart as he wrings his hands, his eyes squeezing shut and open over and over again. “Yes, well, you see, that -”

“Right, all this umm-ing and ahh-ing is just… Annoying me even more,” you state, rubbing your temples. “I just want the facts, Ralph.”

“You said not to talk about anything from that weekend,” he mutters, and you look at him in disbelief.

“You’ve been holding out on me about this since November?!” You ask incredulously.

“You said! Not to talk! About anything! From that weekend!” Ralph jumps to his feet, punctuating every gap in his sentence with a chop to his palm.

You stand back up to level with him. “Yeah, as in all the shit about - God, are we really gonna drag all of that into light again, now?!”

“Well, if we could just talk about it, calmly,” Ralph gesticulates, but you scoff.

“You gave up all rights to that the moment you started lying to me,” your voice shakes. “It’s you, Ralph. You’re the one person I don’t expect to lie to me, since I don’t lie to you.”

He rasps in disbelief. “That’s not entirely true, now, is it? Or else you wouldn’t react so harshly. There’s something you’re hiding from me, isn’t there? Has your sense of charity finally worn, is that it?” He speaks with the venom in his tone that you’ve only ever heard whenever he’s talking about himself. “What, have you been counting the days down until you could throw me back out? Is that why you’re up until the ungodly hours, researching how to get rid of me sooner?”

You groan, pressing your fingers into your eyelids. “You can’t keep doing this, you can’t just keep making yourself the victim here when that obviously isn’t what I want!”

“Ah, yes, well, you must forgive me for not realising sooner that everything here is exactly as it always has been for my entire life,” Ralph spits. “People pretending to care about me to then use me for my money, or my social status, is one thing, but I have nothing here. Nothing but… Being a pitiful little man.”

“How many more times are we going to have this argument, Ralph? Everybody loves you here!” You punctuate every syllable of the first word with claps. “It’s not just because they pity you, because they don’t know you! They don’t know how you got here, or anything about your shitty family, people just like you! You have to stop being so narrow-minded and start seeing how this,” you gesture in circles in front of him, “affects the rest of us! Especially me, I’m out here having to - to keep track of what secrets I’m keeping and what lies I’m telling to who.”

“Yes, well. Nobody asked you to,” he mutters, looking at the floor.

Your blood now boiling, and all rationality out of the window, you scoff, “Oh, so now you’re ungrateful?!” His eyes snap to yours, but you carry on before he can interrupt you again. “I put my job on the line every time I have to leave early for you. I put my entire livelihood on the line harbouring a fugitive that doesn’t legally exist anywhere, not to mention that I have no clue what to do if you ever need urgent medical attention, if my landlord suddenly decides to kick me out, I don’t know how I’m going to keep them from finding out about you and potentially charging me a fuckton extra, I just - You can��t just think about everything I risk for you even once, can you?”

He frowns, “How dare you say that I don’t care?! I keep a healthy diet, despite all the times you decide we’ll just take away food instead, I keep to myself as much as possible other than the things that you have me do, and whenever I do leave the flat, I leave no trace that I was ever here!”

“Look, we’re getting away from the main problem, here, and I’m not skirting around it any more,” you shake your head. “Why did you lie to me?”

“Strictly speaking, I’ve never told a lie, merely omitted my meeting with Peter from any conversation between you and I,” he points out, and you scowl at him. He sighs, “But you don’t understand. If I told you that, you’d want to know why. And I can’t - there are far bigger things at play here,” he shakes his head.

You look at him in disbelief, “Like what?! Are you some kind of time-travelling spy? An intergalactic detective?”

“Clearly not,” Ralph scoffs.

“Then what, Ralph?” You raise your voice. “What possible reason do you have for - for causing me all that grief all those months ago, just to then go against the one thing you were supposed to do, putting the fate of whatever’s out there at risk all while only living the life of half a person, hm? Why would you choose to stay here like this?!”

“Because I’m in love with you, obviously!”

You and Ralph stare at each other for what feels like hours of silence. His wide, terrified eyes boring into yours as his whole face turns red. His lip quivers and then, suddenly, he pushes past you as you’re still frozen on the spot. You just about turn around to see the last of him rush out of the door, carrying his shoes in his hand.

His coat still hangs on the door, and you can see the snow is falling again. Not realising you’d been holding a breath in the whole time, you groan it out as you grab his coat, wrapping it around your arm to avoid it dragging on the floor, and head out to follow him. You see the display above the lift counting down and curse yourself for having worn yourself out on the way up here earlier.

You huff your way back down the stairs and try to find any trace of where Ralph could have gone. You study the footprints in the snow, vaguely recognising some in the shape of Ralph’s shoes, and decide that it’s as good a lead as any to try and follow them, though they quickly disappear once you get to the main street area. You notice someone loitering and decide it’s worth a shot.

Running across the road to meet them, you ask, “I know this sounds strange, but have you seen a guy go past? Had on a fuzzy blue jumper and no coat, I mean like -”

“Like he was wearing the Cookie Monster’s skin?” They ask with amusement. You sigh with relief, nodding hurriedly and they point, “Went towards the old high street, looked like he was tweaking.”

You thank them and start running as quickly as the resistance from the snow will allow you. It doesn’t help that the wind happens to be blowing the snowfall directly into your face, causing you to constantly stop to rub your eyes or sputter at whatever lands on your mouth.

Once you get back to the street you’d just been to moments before, you sigh with exhaustion as there doesn’t seem to be any trace of him. You still begin pacing the street, looking in every shop window that you pass. You wonder whether he’s hiding at his work, where you wouldn’t be able to get near him, and whether it would be worth asking in there. You’re on good enough terms with his colleague now, and perhaps the eclectic owner of the store might lift your spirits a little. There’s an awful lot of emotional weights on your chest right now, and you’re not sure which ones you’re supposed to be holding. You’re not entirely sure of anything right now, other than that you need to find Ralph.

Not paying attention to what’s in front of you at all, you end up almost vaulting over some poor baby’s stroller as their mother tries to get past you. “Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You apologise hurriedly, and she looks at you with a weirdly knowing smile.

“You looking for the guy who’s been cutting about in just his jumper?” She asks, gesturing to the coat in your arms.

Your eyes widen, “Yes! Oh my god! Have you seen him?!”

“Nice fella, helped me get the little’un across the road amongst all the snow. Really posh?” You nod again, hoping to egg her along. She eventually tells you, “Yeah, I told him to hurry up and get inside, he’ll catch his death! He went over there, towards them flats.” You don’t even need to look in the direction she’s pointing to know where she means.

You thank her profusely, adding a, “Cute baby!” over your shoulder as you quickly make your way down to your next clue.

Thankfully, it’s more than just that, as you find Ralph leaning against the wall of the building just next to the front door, squatting not far from the ground, his arms crossed over his torso and his head sunk low.

He doesn’t look at you as you walk over to him, but you hold his coat out in front of him. “At least put this on, yeah? That mum’ll have your throat, otherwise.” He silently reaches out for it and stands to put it on.

“He’s not here,” he mutters quietly. “Peter, I mean.”

“So, that was your answer to all of this?” You ask, your voice strangely calm considering how tumultuous your internal monologue is. “To just run back to your old life and leave this one all unanswered and up in arms? No care as to how it’d affect anyone else?”

“Of course I care about - well, I suppose the cat's out of the bag. Of course I care about you. It’s why I thought I shan’t burden you any further. I’ve already insulted your generosity by assuming you hadn’t the agency to tell me that you didn’t want me, without taking into account that perhaps you were being genuine. It’s what caused all that trouble when we were in Brighton. And I didn’t want you to feel any more obligated to do anything more out of - I can’t describe it as anything other than pity, but I never wanted you to feel as though you had to pity me, either.”

You sigh, “Look, I get it. It’s complicated as all fuck. Trust me, I’ve been trying to work out all the ins and outs and ups and downs of it all for months, now. But anything here, it just - we don’t know what it’s gonna do, you know? There’s far bigger forces at play here, you literally travelled through time, surely that’s cocked the universe up cosmically somehow? I don’t even know,” you groan in frustration.

“Well, obviously, I wouldn’t have agreed to stay unless I absolutely knew it wasn’t going to put you at any risk. But Peter stated that… Lauren and the rest, they’ve yet to make any sort of return. And since they could have chosen any time, they surely would have by now. I think… I think they stayed, in the past. And it’s not as though the sky’s turned upside down as a result, or that the world is being run by lizard people, now.”

“Depends on who you ask,” you mutter to yourself with a smirk, before looking over at Ralph. “I’m just hurt that you didn’t think to tell me. I know, I know, it was that weekend, but still. You could have told me that you’d thought it safe to stay, regardless of when you’d figured it out.”

“Would you have still been mad at me?” He asks quietly.

“Honestly? Probably,” you shrug. “I’d probably have argued the toss with you over every single possibility that things could still go wrong. But I’d never, ever force you to come here. Haven’t I been saying it all along? I don’t want you to leave. I’ve been dreading the day that you’re not in my bed anymore, that the flat becomes too quiet again, that I’ll have to spend my evenings watching TV alone without your constant nagging.”

“I thought that rather bothered you,” the hint of a soft smile just about tugs at the corners of Ralph’s lips.

“Oh, it does,” you admit, laughing softly, “but I don’t even want to think about a life where I won’t hear any of that, again. You know, and - and just being reminded of you all the time. All our friends always asking after you, and talking about you, never letting me get over you. I’d stay up at night, staring at the bedroom door from the sofa, wondering what’d be worse; that, or you living your old life meaning that you’d never have existed in mine, meaning I’d have no memory of you at all.”

“I’d always perished the thought of leaving - well, all of you, but especially you,” Ralph’s voice is still quiet. “You’d always - always tell me to tell my sister and Lauren to shove it, but honestly, I don’t think I could ever do that without you there with me. Even if they were to throw me out and I had to find my own way around, nobody else would hold a candle to…” He takes a deep sigh. “I always… I know I’ve always been the hopeless romantic, it’s one of my biggest flaws. And after falling for Lauren as soon as I’d seen her, and everything that happened thereafter, I swore to myself that I’d never let myself do that, again. That’s why I joined the French Foreign Legion, so I could focus on the task at hand, and learning how to build a camaraderie with my fellow soldiers. Except none of them wanted to do that. And so I left, and I ended up right here, and it was only a few streets away that -”

“That some dickhead spilled coffee all over you,” you finish his sentence with a smirk.

“I told you then as well, didn’t I, you’re far from one of those,” Ralph looks at you softly. “But I felt it all come back again. Everything I felt when I first saw Lauren. And before Lauren, when it was Maggie. And before Maggie, when it was - oh, heavens, you don’t need to hear about all my failings. But every time, I acted too quickly, and I only caused myself shame and heartbreak. And when I ended up here, I needed - well, something or someone, anything to anchor me, I had no clue what was happening to me. But you were so kind to me, from the very beginning. And I didn’t want to jeopardise your generosity by ruining it the same way I ruin most other things. So I kept my feelings to myself, for once, hoping that the time to leave would catch up before I let my feelings grow. But here we are,” he sighs. “I suppose I shall have to come clean to the others, and seek refuge with one of them. Though not one of your friends as well, I would never put you in that position. I’d have to perhaps tell Loz, out of all of those…”

You frown, “But why would you have to?” He opens his mouth to answer, but you interrupt him, “You’ve not once asked me how I feel about you.”

“Yes, well, you made some things rather obvious in the flat,” he replies coolly.

“Fair enough,” you nod, “but don’t you think I’d only overreact like that if I was really upset? And that I’d only be that upset if I cared about you so much that it’d break my heart to think you could have lied to me? You’ve yet to ask me how I feel about all of this.”

Ralph wrings his hands together, wincing as though bracing for a physical impact as he asks, “Of course, my apologies. So… How do you feel?”

“It’s hard to say,” you admit, trying not to laugh at his offended face. “Okay, I know, I’m being a dick again. I’m just… I dunno, even though, like, I know now that I can say it, it’s still not easy to just, say out loud for the first time.” You let out a long and shaky breath. “I think that… I’ve never been in love before. But if feeling safer being around you, and always wanting to share my life with you, and dreading the day I never see you again, and my heart soaring every time your face lights up with happiness… I think all of those things are the kind of guff people talk about in those romance films. And I didn’t think those kinds of feelings happened in real life, but… I think I know it, now.” You hold his face in your hands and finally say the words that have been dying to leave you all this time. “I love you, Ralph.”

He looks awestruck back at you. You study his face for any other reaction at all, and after a few beats, any sign of life since he remains unmoving, but he soon gleefully grins, leaning in to kiss you. You meet him halfway, moving your arms to wrap around his neck as you press peck after peck against his lips. His arms wrap around your waist as you just kiss him, and nothing else, because nothing else matters. You only break away from each other for air, and to turn your heads to then resume kissing each other as the snow falls around you both.

It’s only when someone clears their throat to get your attention, commenting, “I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but Christ on a bike,” as they push past you, that you actually step away from each other for more than a split second.

You catch Ralph’s eye and hold your hand out to him, “Wanna go get some jelly babies, put on those face masks that make you look like you’re glowing and curl up watching crappy movies and stuffing our faces?”

“I could enjoy watching paint dry in your company, my love,” Ralph smiles warmly at you as he takes your hand, and you take a step back, aghast, but still intertwined with him.

“And where was Ralph the smooth-talker hiding this whole time?!” You ask incredulously, laughing as you fall into step with him.

“Oh, that’s nothing, darling,” he comments, and your heart flies into your throat. You’d heard him call you that in your dreams a hundred times over, but actually hearing it drives you wild. “As I said, I’ve always been quite the hopeless romantic. I’m afraid you’re going to be seeing that at full throttle, now.”

You cackle so hard you bend double. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m gonna see Full Throttle Ralph,” you just about manage to choke out the name through your laughter, and he frowns at you.

“I’m simply warning you that, in agreeing to our courtship, you understand that Ralph Penbury does nothing by halves.”

“Oh god, I’m gonna have to do a lot of catching up, then!” You joke, but he squeezes your hand.

“Oh, good gracious, no, you certainly don’t have to do that! You already do more than enough for me, and I don’t show love just to receive it back, anyway,” he shakes his head.

The journey back to your flat takes the best part of an hour, mostly because you keep interrupting your walk to pull Ralph in for more kisses on the way. You can’t help it, the way his face blushes with the cold just makes him look so adorable, who wouldn’t want to kiss him?!

Plus, when you’d gone to pick his sweets up, he’d told you he had somewhere else to be, run out of the shop, and returned minutes later just as you were leaving, with a bunch of flowers. “I’m cutting it a little short, I know, but would you like to be my Valentine?” He asks as he offers you them.

You take them as you exchange the bag of his sweets into his hands, gasping, “How did you find these so last minute?!”

“Well, they were in our window display,” he admits bashfully, and you laugh.

“Wait, these are from your shop?!”

Ralph nods. “Yes, but I don’t think they mind, too much. Babs was punching the air and telling me to ‘Get in, my son’, but I couldn’t leave you outside and I was technically born in time to be her father, let alone son,” he shakes his head, causing you to laugh even more.

“Shit, I forgot to answer you, didn’t I?!” You look over at Ralph adoringly. “I’d love to be your Valentine, Ralphie. D’you wanna be mine? I’m afraid the sweets won’t last nearly as long as these, as an offering, but -”

“They’re perfect. As is my Valentine this year,” he beams, kissing the part of your forehead not obscured by your hat.

Once you get home, you change out of your snow-soaked clothes and decide to wear the pyjamas you’d both gotten for Christmas from your parents. You wonder whether to tell your friends right off the bat what’s happened today. You know Ralph can keep a secret, but ever since you’d said those four words to him, he’s been practically shouting his devotion to you from the rooftops. As much as you can’t wait to share in this big milestone of yours with your best friends, you just want nothing more than some uninterrupted time to spend catching up with all the affection you’ve been so desperately wanting to give to Ralph this whole time, and vice versa. Besides, they’ve all got dates tonight, too. You don’t want to interrupt their evenings. That’s what you’ll tell them when they inevitably find out.

Instead, you spend the afternoon and well into the evening pampering yourself and your - Boyfriend? What would you even call Ralph? Although that remains short lived as he realises that face masks are just a barrier preventing more kissing from happening, and he pouts until he’s got full access once again. Every peck comes with its own sweet nothing - a declaration of love, a compliment, a comment of gratitude. Although he’d told you it wasn’t necessary, you do try to match his energy - but it just becomes exhaustive after a while.

You had your heart set on ordering from your favourite Chinese takeaway from this morning, before the day's events had transpired, but Ralph is more than happy to eat from there, as well. You even go so far as to try and teach him how to hold chopsticks, though his adorable attempts to keep interlocking your fingers to pull your hand to his lips to to kiss it instead are far more adorable.

After watching some cheesy rom-coms - or rather, spending the night cuddling and constantly kissing Ralph some more while Sandra Bullock tries to find love over and over on the TV - you eventually retire to bed. As you do, your phone chimes its specific tone to tell you the group chat has updated. Laying in bed, you unlock your phone to see a photo of Scott and his partner, on their sofa with a glass of wine each, which is then followed by Grace sharing a snap of her and her boyfriend wearing face masks together in her bathroom. Anna sends a mysterious snap of two fancy-looking meals and two glasses being clicked together, one certainly in her own hand but the other is held by a mystery man, and Connor shares a very sweet photo of him and Ralph's friend Lauren in a restaurant booth together.

Ralph's head rests on top of yours as you show him the photos, and you can feel his smile getting wider at the photo of his two friends from different parts of his life here sitting so closely together. You lean your head up to grin at him, "Should we?”

He smiles back at you as you switch to your camera app. You aim it at you and Ralph and look back over at him, for him to press a kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, smiling into it, and tap at the screen, your muscle memory still knowing exactly where the shutter is without having to see the screen. You type “happy vday from me and my valentine, too 😘”, hit send, laugh loudly with Ralph as you see all four speech bubbles show up at once, and then put your phone on silent and lay it face-down on your nightstand.

You roll back over to snuggle up against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin as he embraces you. “Goodnight, my love,” you hear him whisper in your ear. “Pleasant dreams.”

“Night, Ralphie. Love you,” you mutter back, holding him tight and breathing in deeply, finally free to indulge all you want in the prospect of having a relationship with the man you’ve been in love with for the last five months.

next chapter

#ralph timewasters #ralph timewasters x reader #ralph timewasters x you #ralph timewasters fanfic #ralph timewasters imagine #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x reader #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury fanfic #ralph penbury imagine #ralph timewasters fluff #ralph penbury fluff #bsbl #fic: bsbl #*myfics #fic: ralph

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swabian-princess · 11 months

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Domestic engineer tales - daily cleaning routine

Hey girlies,

as we all know - I'm a proud domestic engineer (aka SAHGF) and while this life is very soft I still have responsibilities. One of them is cleaning.

I grew up with a mother that wasn't about cleaning all the time. Sure, the basics were always done but she wasn't bothered if some pet hair was on the couch or if the kitchen wasn't cleaned until the next day.

Well, my bf is the direct opposite. He hates dirt, dust, stains, pet hair and the list goes on. Basically - he wants our apartment to look like nobody lives there. He's a perfectionist and he can't relax if he suspects the apartment is not clean. That's when I enter the game - it's my task to tidy the apartment every day, so he can come home and simply relax.

I'm not going to lie - it was really rough in the beginning because it seems like this man can smell a faint stain on a towel ten miles away.

Realize that maintenance is key!

It took some time for me to realize this. Just trust me - it's way easier to clean just a little bit every day than to spend hours cleaning once a week.

1. vacuuming

My first step is always vacuuming the whole apartment. I need roughly 30-45 min to thoroughly vacuum the apartment. My holy grail tip is to invest in a wireless vacuum cleaner. It doesn't have to be the newest dyson! In fact, bf and I have three vacuum cleaners: two dysons, one of them wireless and one Phillips, and I absolutely prefer the Philipps one over both the dysons.

2. dusting

I hate dust. It makes my nose itch and my eyes water - so there is a strong no dust policy in my home! I just grab an good old swiffer and simply dust off all my counters and all the surfaces in the apartment.

3. disinfect

I blame the pandemic for my urge to disinfect everything. I love sagrotan cleaning wipes and I always buy them in bulk when they're on sale. I wipe down my kitchen counters and every other surface in the apartment. I've been doing this for a few months now and I don't see any damage on our furniture that could be caused by the wipes.

I also wipe down my bathrooms - my sink, the water taps and the complete toilet. I also spray down the toilet and my door handles with disinfectantspray for extra protection.

4. polishing

We have quite a few glass surfaces that need to be polished every day because they tend to get grease stains very easily. I take a microfiber towel and a cotton towel and spray those surfaces with a special glass cleaner, rub it in with the microfiber towel and dry with the cotton towel for a streak free finish.

5. couch vacuuming

It was not the best decision to get two white/grey coated cats with long and fine hair while still having a black couch. You. can. see. every. single. hair. I'm very happy that our Philipps vacuum comes with a special attachment for pet hair removal. I use it on both of our couches and the attachment works like a charm. No more hairs!

6. making sure it smells good

A good smelling apartment is mandatory for me because I believe that a good smelling apartment makes living way more enjoyable.

I make sure to clean the cats' litterboxes frequently - I try to scoop the litter out immediately after they finished their business. Nothing is worse than the smell of cat shit or piss and I know way to many people that have their whole apartment smell like their cats litterbox because they neglect cleaning it.

I also spritz our couch and our carpets down with some Febreeze golden orchid cushion cleaner. It smells heavenly and the smell stays for hours! It's also pet safe, so don't worry.

Last but not least - candles. I like to light some scented candles in different rooms of the apartment to make sure that it smells nice everywhere. My current favorites are the yankee candles in vanilla cupcake and sunny daydream!

It takes me around 3hours daily to finish cleaning the apartment and that's only maintenance.

I deep clean different rooms on different days during the week. My daily tasks also include loading and unloading the dish washer, doing laundry, cooking and cleaning the kitchen after cooking.

lots of love

Selene

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eclectic-sassycoweyes · 19 days

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Inspiration Weekend ..

Thanks so much for the tag @welcometololaland !!

This little collage that it took me a loong time to make lol even if it isn't very good, is partly inspired by @lemon ‘s 🍋 very funny visual of TK being put on a pony because Carlos doesn’t trust him on a horse and then the pony walking into a lake 🤣

And partly by this thing that happened when I was asked what is the one thing I want to see in s5 which turned into a whole thing that has now turned into a WIP. 🙃

The rough gist of it is under the cut lol:

Also tagging with absolutely no pressure at all(!) @whatsintheboxmh, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom,

@heartstringsduet, @thisbuildinghasfeelings , @carlos-tk , @lightningboltreader ,

@im-overstimulated-and-im-sad , @never-blooms , @herefortarlos , @paperstorm

The weekend is almost over lol so if you still want to do it consider that my fault and maybe it can be any-day-of-the-week-inspiration :):)

I WANT TARLOS TO VISIT THE REYES RANCH (lol I forget, is the Reyes Ranch even canon or is it just so unanimously fanon that it feels like it is?) either way… I NEED CARLOS ON A HORSE SO BAD !! I NEED TK TO SEE CARLOS ON A HORSE SO BAD!!! I NEED THEM TO GO TO SUNDAY LUNCH, OR A WEDDING OR BIRTHDAY AND LAUGH AND JOKE AND BEING THE COOLEST FUNNEST UNCLES FOR ALL THE KIDS RUNNING AROUND!!!

I NEED Carlos’ sisters to tease him in front in TK. I NEED for Carlos to teach TK horseback riding and take him to a romantic spot and I also NEED for one or both of them to go all heart eyes at seeing the other with the kids or just for Carlos to see TK being casual and charming and familiar with the Reyes family🥹 also BONUS POINTS if someone gets injured, or goes into labor, or one of the kids gets sick in some way, and TK flashes his paramedic skills, just flexes those paramedic muscles you know? 🚑💪

Here’s what I want: I want the ranch to go up for sale. Gabriel should have been the one to inherit it, and he and Andrea were to move there come his retirement. Obviously Gabriel wasn’t doing all the ranch work (he was a Texas Ranger so he wouldn’t have the time) - there were workers and some of Carlos cousins working on it, Gabriel just had the overall picture of what needed to be done, ongoing and future projects etc, took care of some legal and tax matters and so on.

Carlos has one cousin who is studying to be a vet and taking side courses in some other important and relevant subject when it comes to owning a ranch and the plan all along was that she was gonna take it over at some point from Gabriel and Andrea but she is still in school and the sad truth is someone needs to take over the legal ownership and the tasks that Gabriel did until then or it will have to go up for sale. Legally the inheritance would go directly to Carlos and his sisters, and his sisters are ready to be co-owners and split the tasks until it’s ready to move on the family line. But they need Carlos to be with them on it, partly because he lives the closest and knows the ranch best because Gabriel took him there a lot when he was younger, partly because Tía Lucy has said that that is the only option (in order to force to Carlos to reckon with his past with Gabriel because she is a spiritual woman who knows stuff)

Because the thing is, Carlos’ childhood memories of the ranch are more ambiguous than his sisters’. He has fond memories of it but it also reminds him of a time where he didn’t feel like he could show his true self and be seen by his family, where he didn’t think that his dad was proud of him, and where he would look at all his family members bringing long terms and new partners and kids to lunch and parties and think that this is something he would never have for himself🥺

TK and Carlos are invited to an upcoming facility party on the ranch, and TK talks Carlos into going there a few days before under the pretense that he just thinks they both need a few vacation days and with suggestive comments about how badly he wants Carlos to take him horseback riding 🐴 and then ride Carlos in a field of blooming daffodils😏🌼 but really he suspects the truth about Carlos mixed feelings toward the ranch and thinks that Carlos would benefit from confronting and processing some of those feelings and memories, that also connects to his grief for Gabriel.

So they go, and everything above mentioned transpires, giving Carlos some good healing memories associated with the ranch + some Carlos grieving and reminiscing and processing and talking to TK about it all who listens and wipes at his tears and rubs his back and kisses his salty wet lips and his forehead (idk if this happens before or after TK rides him in a field of daffodils).

It all ends happily with Carlos agreeing to take temporary co-ownership over the ranch and having processed a lot of stuff related to his past and his relationship with Gabriel 😌😌:(

#inspiration weekend #ranch fic #tag games #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #tk strand on a pony #lol sorry about that btw #the reyes family ranch #sad carlos on a ranch #:(

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pancakeke · 6 months

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does anyone have experience confronting their employer about your responsibilities getting wildly out of sync with your job title? my title is supply chain analyst but more than 50% of my work is not supply chain related at all anymore. I'm being treated mostly as a data analyst. data analyst salaries are 10% higher than supply chain analysts salaries in my area plus there are many more job opportunities for data analysts. I want a title change.

also does anyone have experience writing a resume when your responsibilities are not related to your title? should I just say I'm a data analyst because that's the work I'm doing or is there some special section I can add noting secondary work as an unofficial data analyst. there is other shit I do very often too that is barely related to either role.

anyone who has been following me for a while is gonna think I'm sooo late to this realization but it's getting pretty clear to me that my workplace is not going to stop pushing me into roles that I'm not appropriately compensated for, and because these roles are not official I will never receive any support, even when I explicitly request it. I have already been denied support multiple times.

this isn't just random people asking me to do one-time odd jobs either. our COO, CFO, and multiple directors ask me directly to do shit like investigate errors in our website and its tools to uncover what is causing data to display incorrectly. this is to shift labor off our web dev team and onto me, why us paid way less than a developer. I do NOT know ANY programming, I just know the database. this has happened five or six times now.

I also manage customer issues directly with the customers because our sales team does not appropriately train anyone in their department. I create orders for them too because they can not be trusted to enter them (not because they're untrained, but because they were not entering these intentionally). I provide records and reporting for accounting audits. I build weird calculators and generators in Excel for every department except two (IT and web dev) because those two can't justify devoting time to those projects and integrating them into our site. I create extremely weird queries to trace information that out database does not track appropriately (and this will never be fixed).

there are zero docs for anything I do except the ones I personally wrote, and only very limited notes scattered around. I was never trained and only picked sql and stuff up cause when I was a buyer digging into data helped me solve problems more efficiently. I have been begging web dev to tell me when they update anything because they keep breaking extremely serious tools but they have been ghosting me entirely. literally all they have to do is CC me on update emails but they won't do it.

also there isn't anyone else in the company who is proficient in sql and stuff (outside dev, and they're miles above me) to back me up so if I'm overloaded or need other help I'm shit out of luck. this makes taking PTO a fucking nightmare too because I'm always in the middle of helping someone out of a fucking fire and everyone does that shit where they say I can take PTO any time I want without worrying but then constantly assign me with critical tasks and demand results asap.

It is beyond time for me to be realistic about this job and what I want to do with myself 40 hours a week until I die, so I need to start working toward either making my current situation more tolerable or going elsewhere.

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csuitebitches · 2 years

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Things I Learned from my Start Up

And things I wished business school had taught me.

Very important to understand contracts, shareholders agreements and legal things. Get the best lawyer money can buy

Equal equity split (all cofounders hold the same amount of shares) can turn some investors off because of dilution

It’s very important to do constant MVPs. It’s the most cost effective way at building a physical product. Check MVP types online to see what resonates with you the best

Understand the finance and costing even if you are not the CFO

Bootstrap for as long as you can. Getting an investor is an achievement but remember - it’s a massive responsibility. If you can pay for certain expenses on your own, keep it that way

Diversity has its pros and cons. People from different backgrounds can interpret things differently. Make sure you follow up to see that they’ve understood

We used free apps like Trello (task management) and Toggl (time management) for the team

Use fiverr to outsource your work like data research, market research, doing tasks that are monotonous and do not require too much decision making

Enter pitch competitions, even if you aren’t ready. It will shape you up and teach you things about your own product that you may not have envisioned. Use LinkedIn to source them out

Use Crunchbase to look for your competitors. Don’t be delusional and say that you’re so unique that you don’t have competitors

10 survey responses that say they’ll buy from your business ≠ actual sales

Y Combinator has a free entrepreneurship course. It’s short and doable. Definitely do it.

Weekly team meetings are a necessity

Triple check the pitch deck before you present

Can’t trust all long term employees- time does not equate necessarily equate trust

Give and receive a receipt for every single transaction

Note down every single transaction that goes and comes in, regardless if it’s cash or card

Credit notes should not be used for large amounts

Minutes of the meeting are important. Ensure it’s signed off by attending members

Bitching/ gossiping about an employee or cofounder will find a way back

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tavyliasin · 6 months

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A Thief in the Forge - Short Fic

Look, darlings, I can do short if I really want to...

Astarion's sticky fingers have landed him in hot water with the Forgemaster once again, and this time he's going to have to work off the debt. The trouble is, the friendly Tiefling doesn't quite think through the meaning of his words, and far be it from the elf to leave an innuendo unnoticed... The first half of the work is below, or you can read the full version HERE on AO3~ (it was still too long to fit entirely on Tumblr...I need to work out the post length limits)

Halsin sat back in a chair by the exit to the Forge of the Nine. He had accepted the task of keeping watch over a certain unruly vampire with sticky fingers. Astarion had been caught stealing from Dammon, again, and the party had agreed that the pale elf would be put to work to pay off his debt. Of course, nobody quite trusted that he would follow instruction and pay his penance, but he was at the very least a reasonable salesman. A pretty face can draw in a crowd, so it seems. The druid smiled to himself, taking a long sip from the cold drink on the table beside him. There were worse ways to spend a day. — Dammon pored over his long list of work orders. Some of them were simple household necessities, others on the slightly more dangerous side. He was glad for the business, but he was beginning to wonder if he should actually have an assistant to help with the more physical work. He watched the oddly pale man wave off another customer, getting a nod from Halsin that all the coin was present in the pouch before taking it and tucking it safely into his apron. “That’s enough sales for one day, Astarion. But you’re not off the hook yet. I need more help around here.” He watched the elf put a hand on his hip, a cocky stance that was becoming all too familiar. “Do you have any experience handling hot things?” “Well, darling, I handle Tav and Halsing all the time~” He smirked with a wink. Somewhere nearby a druid regretted the timing of his drink and hastened to dry his leathers with a cloth. Dammon simply frowned. “I meant MOLTEN METAL.” “Oh! Then no, I do not.” Dammon let out a long sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair back behind his horn. “Ok, do you think you can get down on your knees and blow?” “Buy me dinner first, Forgemaster!” Another splutter from the other side of the forge quickly followed Astarion’s reply. “THE BELLOWS, Astarion, for the fire-” “Well why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” The elf shrugged disarmingly. Dammon stood a little taller, glowering slightly with bright blue eyes that almost glowed with a slight hint of orange. “Because not everyone has such a filthy mind.” Astarion stepped back, hand on his chest, a look of genuine horror on his face. “They don’t?!” The Tiefling tried hard to ignore the poorly stifled laughter from the druid in the corner. “Look, you’re obviously very sharp witted, now how about you put some of that into sharpening these kitchen knives? That’s easy enough, isn’t it?” “Oh don’t worry I have plenty of experience grinding.” He grinned. Dammon rubbed his temples, wondering why he ever agreed to this. No, Dammon, think of the sales, the workload, he can be useful. It’s good penance too, he can’t be enjoying this that much. Right. That’s it. We’re teaching him a valuable lesson. “Let me teach you how to sharpen it properly, first.” The Forgemaster did his best to appear as a schoolmaster instead, taking a firmer tone with the…far…older… Doesn’t matter, he has to learn. “Oh you should know I’m an excellent learner, I was always teacher’s pet~” The hint of sharp teeth accompanied the wink. “Could you just for one moment stop with the flirting and the jokes, please?” His patience wore thinner than the edge of his finest blade. “Absolutely not.” The elf looked positively offended by the very suggestion. “Where would the fun be in that?” **Continued on AO3**

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #bg3 tav #ao3fic #astarion #dammon #halsin #short fanfic #innuendo #humour

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thotsforvillainrights · 5 months

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Can I request a one shot of Giran comforting his “ secretary” (aka reader ofc) after them and one of his employees got into a fight please?

(Also how is the baby so far? How long are you?)

(How am I doing? I have some info tacked onto the end of this post regarding the baby HERE! Also I am officially 22 weeks along. Wow time seems to be speeding by so very quickly omg!)

~Cat Fight~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

Just because you loved and respected him didn't mean you felt the exact same about his coworkers. You made sure to always keep your guard up no matter how comfy you got around the others. This is because whether it was a client or a worker, it was a villain all the same. You learned your lesson a very long time ago when you trailed with him to work on day and got caught in an alleyway by a potential client. Had it not been for Giran nearby to save you, that fucker might've hurt you or worse. Since that day, you silently vowed to never get caught slipping again, and to never need Giran to come to your rescue either.

"Another productive day at the gym baby?" The old man asked with a smirk on his face as you entered his office covered in sweat. You nodded and looked around for a change of clothes you always kept in the room somewhere. He chuckled and watched you. "Y'know if you're gonna be my secretary, I'll need you on time for work more often than this babe." He teased you and you rolled your eyes before looking at him with a smirk. "Yeah? I'll try to keep that in mind the next time you're the reason I'm late after a long night hmm?" He smiled at you before turning his attention to his work. You silently celebrated your triumph and getting the last word over him as you undressed in the corner of his room and prepared to use the office shower room.

Careful of the curious eyes ogling you from beyond the thin lenses of those glasses~

After changing clothes into something much fresher, you'd went to take care of your usual tasks. When you first took up this little job for him, he was extremely hesitant on letting you in. The way he saw it, you were better suited as arm candy and someone for him to love on rather than getting mixed up in the black market dealings he took place in. You eventually proved your potential to him and he finally started to relax bit by bit. The two of you trusted each other not only as partners behind closed doors, but partners in the business too. You never had to worry about him either way and he didn't for you either. At least until you caught glimpse of the new hire...

What the hell was he thinking hiring them!? Some sexy little thing trotting down the hall with an arm full of paperwork no doubt on the way to his office. You grit your teeth and watched carefully, the sway of her/his/their hips as you got passed up. Perhaps the most noticeable trait was the soft cat ears atop their head and the tail swishing in time with their steps. There was no way in hell you'd let this sit without a complaint. Later that night when you got home, you laid everything on him. He laughed and brushed it off before pulling you into a hug. "I aint even fully in charge of hiring folks for different projects baby, you know that! besides, none of these people are really all that permanent. The only one is you...in every way possible." He smirked before nibbling along your neck and taking your mind off the subject right away. It wasn't as if he was lying to you though. He had no interest in the new hire in the least bit. His mind was on work and getting the new products pushed to get the sales up quickly for the winter months.

But you can't say the same for the new employee. It was increasingly obvious the longer you surveyed their behavior...

They had a thing for your Giran.

When you finally found a calm day to approach, you made sure to have a relaxed expression at first. Respectfully you let them know that Giran was taken and wasn't looking for anyone else aside from you right now...or EVER. What you wanted to hear was a polite apology and reassurance this wasn't the case. Instead you heard a loud laugh as the newbie rolled their eyes at you and smirked. "Oh please. You might've been first but I promise you after a few more days, I'm gonna be his last sweetheart. Why don't you hang up your shitty little blazer and those busted ass shoes and give it a break eh?" Perhaps a few seconds later a fight had broken out. Thankfully the two of you lacked any defining quirk that would grant an advantage so there was no need to feel outmatched. It was a fair fight...until you started wailing on them. Giran himself had to come break the fight off.

Let's just say the new hire was terminated rather quickly and you had a lengthy punishment pertaining to your behavior today. Or rather a reminder of the fact he wouldn't dare leave you. No further need to worry. Shortly afterward he'd taken a second to be more gentle than usual, pulling you into a soft embrace and rubbing small circles into your back. "How many times am I gonna have to nail this into your thick pretty little skull? I said it a million damn times but I suppose I'll say it a million times more if need be." He sighed before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I love you, and you should know it by now. I aint gotta say it every day and every hour do I? It's you and only you, and I mean that Y/N. Now if you don't mind, would you please stop beating the shit out of my other workers so we can get something productive done tomorrow?"

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #giran bnha #okuta kegero #scenario

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sauriansolutions · 7 days

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God dammit God damnit

Tw... bad irl stuff, dead animal/dead pet tw's, severe depression/abuse/suicide tw's. Please I beg you to just scroll past this if you think you don't have the spoons to handle seeing it. Trust me I get it, if it wasn't my stuff I wouldn't want to know about it either.

Fuck I'm really not doing okay.

I just got back from my typical overnight shift, then went grocery shopping for the the 5 things I could afford, and finally came home to find

MY FROG DIED.

She was a little, underweight, green tree frog I got at one of the horrible chain pet stores because they had "boring, normal" tree frogs on sale, and this poor girl was underweight and had only one eye. (I called her Odinna.)

I had her for almost two years. I brought her with me, as one of my few possessions I wasn't forced to just abandon due to lack of space, when I moved cross-country after I couldn't afford to stay as a resident of the state I used to live in anymore.

I found her dead body while receiving a string of texts from my boss chewing me out for apparently stocking a product incorrectly. Some highlights:

"Don't ever (do task I previously claimed I entrusted to you) again!"

"All of (task) has to be redone because you fucked up!"

"If my boss would have seen this. Or his boss. Holy hell."

*also, photos of the hours of work I did last night being angrily undone, just to push the point home?*

I *put a product on the shelf wrong.* (I was never told the correct way.) Call the fucking firing squad, I guess.

It's not even these specific things, it's.

I don't have anybody I feel like I can safely talk about things like this with, otherwise I wouldn't be dumping this on the blog I tried to make for happy escapism.

I've been in so many long-term abusive relationships, I guess I don't know how to NOT be treated like shit. I've been trying though? I'm worried I might be too autistic and cptsd to even recognize what is a toxic relationship versus, I don't know, a normal snag between folks?

Pretty sure my boss and my roommate have been treating me like shit for awhile though. And I'm so dumb, I'm only just starting to recognize the patterns. Again. AGAIN. The same ones that--

Oh but, idk, maybe it's just me though? Maybe I am in fact so annoying, I deserve to have eyes rolled at me, to be cut off every time I try to talk, to be spoken to in this clipped, exasperated tone. Spoken *at*, more like.

But?? I don't think literally everything I say is stupid. I don't think literally everything I do deserves to be ignored if done well; and don't think I deserve to be excessively, humiliatingly berated if I make, (what seem to me at least? it's entirely possible I am the idiot?) really small, ultimately unimportant, and understandable mistakes??

Maybe I'm also insane to think this, but oh no I'm going to go THERE. Yeah so um... I feel like maybe I should be making a living wage? Hey, that would be cool. Maybe I should get at least like, ONE 15-20 minute food break on my "8 hour" overnight shifts? Maybe I should be getting healthcare (and maybe like what, 401k? Other kinds?) of benefits too, (what other kinds of benefits even exist? Dental? Vision?? Who the fuck has ever had their employer buy them glasses that sounds crazy!), esp considering I'm continuing to work my ass off while raw dogging it through venlafaxine withdrawals (lost my health insurance so fuck me I guess!!) and basically destroying my mental health, working anytime, all the time, full-time, with mandatory overtime--

That's only the tip of the goddamned iceberg, but enough, enough, I'm depressing myself too much to go on even just writing this.

Writing this is an exercise in acknowledging that it's all stuff that happened, not some nightmare. And had an effect on me. I had gotten so good at drugging and drinking myself to sleep, and ignoring, and ignoring,

I feel so trapped. I've been trying to like myself more, and there's a certain point that means you have to actually act on things like this, or else you... don't really like yourself that much, do you?

So, even though it is the most anxiety inducing thing ever, I have dipped my toes into "acting on it." To the extent that, recently, for the first time in my life, I've been willingly leaving jobs, friendships, and romantic relationships--if they feel like, if I told my therapist (who exists in my head, I can't afford one) about how they treat me, I can easily imagine them being like, "Wow okay so first of all, red flags all over the place!"

I've been doing this to my own detriment. I'm alone and stuck, unable to afford solo housing, or appropriate medication, or even food and other basic life necessities some of the time.

And here's the kicker.

I really, really don't want to die. In that sense, I'm not suicidal! But, I don't know how I'm supposed to keep existing like this without imploding or exploding in some way, though.

The worst part is just having no time, space, or resources to even start trying to heal. Nobody to even talk to safely... or, imo, ethically. I don't want to inflict this sadness and hopeless on some innocent bystander.

I'm sorry if you are the person reading this right now.

#don't read this #it's a hazard #personal #trigger warning #venlafaxine #effexor #major depressive disorder #mental health

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ryuutchi · 1 year

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VegasPete Chapter-by-Chapter: Chapter Two

Chapter 2

Vegas gets home at midnight, smelling like alcohol. He has many soft and fluffy feelings about Pete. Boy does Vegas love Pete. Also, he’s confused as to where the bruises on Pete’s sides came from. Pete’s just clumsy. Weird how he managed to be the deputy head bodyguard of the main family when he keeps injuring himself. >.>

Pete cuddles Venice and curses Vegas out for going out drinking without him. He comments that Porsche has been getting home late too, and Vegas is relieved Pete doesn’t press the issue. Instead Pete optimistically tells Vegas he loves “everyone who loves me, who wishes me the best.” Vegas muses that Pete is always stubbornly positive. They kiss, Pete tells Vegas it’s 1am and if Vegas really loved him, he’d go the hell to sleep.

The next morning, we learn Pete doesn’t trust most people with Venice. Pete also, unfortunately, has to go see Thankhun for reasons unspecified. He pushes Vegas to take Venice to work with him instead. Vegas understands because he too does not want to spend time with Thankhun. Vegas tries to weaponize incompetence. Pete is having none of it. “If you don’t know how to change his diaper, open youtube!”

Porsche calls Vegas for help, and Pete sends Venice off with him.

Vegas drops Macau off at university. Venice cries upon finding himself alone with Vegas and without Pete or Macau. Vegas makes Nop (currently driver) stop and switch places with him because we're too early in the book for them to get along. At the main family compound, Vegas gives Venice a bottle to shut him up. Porsche is a Sad Boi, turning to Vegas in his time of weakness. Porsche rests his forehead on Vegas’ shoulder, and they hold each other for comfort. Then Nop shows up with Venice and Porsche jumps like they're in a romcom and Pete’s about to misunderstand.

Venice needs his diaper changed and we get a few more comedic paragraphs of Vegas learning how to love his baby brother. Then it’s time for a work meeting! Thankfully, the work meeting doesn’t mind a baby crawling around. This being the book it is, our meeting is an arms sale so of course Venice picks up a gun. And licks a bullet. Denied these delicious treats, Venice starts sobbing again. Enjoy a cute scene of Vegas trying to get Venice to stop crying by bribing him with a car– of course, the moment Venice stops being a sobbing brat he… disappears. Vegas, as new parents do, panics and starts opening every cabinet– fuck his reputation as a scary, cool guy. Pete calls, Vegas pretends everything’s fine while secretly freaking out.

“Who’s kid is this?” asks Kinn, picking Venice out of a trash can. Kinn found Venice just before Pete showed up (whew), so Vegas pretends nothing went wrong, and hands Venice over to Pete for a shower and nap.

Vegas heads to the study for a meeting with Korn. Korn, as always, acts warm and kind, and Vegas trusts exactly none of that. Beside Korn is Kim, who mocks Vegas for running around looking for the baby. Korn shrugs it off, and suggests that Venice be transferred to the main family’s care. “No one can raise their nephews as well as me,” this bastard says.

Speaking of family, how’s Porsche doing? Since Vegas has been trained since childhood to run the minor family business, he’s been tasked with getting Porsche up to speed. Kinn accuses Vegas of working Porsche too hard– he’s angry, probably jealous and Vegas enjoys it. He respects Kinn and he sees Korn in Kinn. but the real evil is Kim. “Kimhan is a gamechanger for Korn.”

Thankhun interrupts the pissing contest. Vegas came to tell them how Porsche is doing, Porsche is doing great! Vegas allows himself appreciation of Thankhun filling in the cracks in the relationships. Korn comments that brothers should forgive each other. “Use love as I taught.” Vegas, seeing the emotional manipulation for what it is, decides it’s time to gtfo. He looks himself in the mirror and knows he’ll have to play the part of the devil to face the devil in this game.

[Translation credits: @500od4 at Twitter and vegus__luv on Wattpad. Editing: @tzigane and @fleet-off]

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ravneetkxmua · 7 months

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Strengths and Weakness

Strengths:

Creativity and Innovation: I've consistently demonstrated a strong ability to think outside the box and come up with creative solutions to problems. For instance, when launching my makeup and skincare business, I designed unique marketing campaigns that stood out in the crowded beauty industry.

Resilience: Resilience is one of my core strengths. In the face of challenges and setbacks, I've shown the ability to persevere and adapt. When the pandemic hit and affected my business, I quickly shifted to online sales and virtual consultations.

Risk-Taking: I'm not afraid to take calculated risks. This trait has helped me seize opportunities others might have missed. I invested in product research and development even when it posed financial risks, resulting in a unique product line for my target audience.

Weaknesses:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Delegation: As a hands-on entrepreneur, I tend to take on too much responsibility. This can lead to burnout and inefficiency. I'm working on delegating tasks to the right team members and trusting them to execute effectively.

Financial Management: I sometimes struggle with in-depth financial analysis. I've started taking online courses and seeking advice from financial experts to improve my understanding and management of business finances.

Patience: I'm an ambitious entrepreneur, which can lead to impatience. I sometimes expect rapid results, which may not always be realistic in the business world. I'm actively working on practicing patience and understanding that success often takes time.

Steps for Improvement:

Delegation: I'm committed to developing my team and entrusting them with more responsibilities. By creating a culture of empowerment, I'll free up my time to focus on strategic aspects of the business.

Financial Acumen: I'll continue my efforts to enhance my financial management skills by regularly reviewing financial reports, consulting with experts, and seeking mentorship in this area.

Patience: To improve my patience, I'm setting more realistic short-term goals and reminding myself that entrepreneurship is a long-term journey. I'm also exploring mindfulness and stress-reduction techniques to help maintain balance and composure.

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melcagrl · 8 months

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First Blog for Entrepreneurial Mind

Name: Ma. Camille P. Bayotlang

Section: FM-2B

Give a brief and personal learning during the introduction of the subject.

An entrepreneur is someone who identifies an opportunity and chooses to act on that opportunity. This subject taught me how to be independent on your own, it also applies how to communicate with other people. These ideas arose through having an entrepreneurial attitude, being aware of and focused on discovering an opportunity through issue-solving, and being willing to move forward to further that concept. The entrepreneurial mindset is the entrepreneur's lens through which he or she views the world, where everything is viewed through the lens of the entrepreneurial business.

Narrative Report

In the first week, we were tasked to interview some students at CMU, to know what are there wants and needs are, and also what is there number one problem. As the people of Bukidnon and students at CMU each student we spoke with expressed distress and problems. These include failed signals, the market being too far and lastly the transportation, but the majority of them mention the weather of CMU since they have to travel to work or school even if it's hot and raining.

After we had a meeting with my group we decided to have a portable bottle that could produce hot and cold water, that is rechargeable and could be readily taken about at all times and places. Everyone can benefit from having a portable source of water because they don't need to find an outlet for it to function, which saves time and money whether they drink cold water, coffee, or noodles.

These are the questions that we asked and the responses that we received from our various respondents:

Question 1: Do you want to drink hot and cold water instantly?

34 Respondents answered yes.

12 Respondents answered no.

Question 2: If there will be a portable bottle that can produce hot and cold water, it is rechargeable, and can be conveniently brought anywhere and anytime. Will you purchase it?

37 respondents agreed that they would buy the goods since most respondents shared their love or hobby for such excursions as hiking, camping, and just being at the office or school. They stated that having a product that can serve two functions in one container is quite convenient. Three respondents responded that the product may be costly because it performs a variety of duties.

Six respondents were unsure if they would buy the product but said they would look into it.

Question 3: How much would you think is the maximum price the product will cost?

23 Respondents stated that the price of the water will cost around 700 to 1000 Philippine peso.

12 respondents answered that the pricing may differ depending on the size.

11 people did not respond.

Team's Decision:

We decided to finalize our products after consulting with each other and sharing opinions on our various responses. Our team determined that the product would be a good fit for the market. It can meet the main requirement of respondents, which is difficulty in accessing hot and cold water when and where they need it.

Team's options:

During the team meeting, our team considered different options. By using these options, we can distribute our product in ways that increase revenue and sales. Our first choice was to sell at a physical store, but because we were still students and had little time, we chose to sell and distribute online because it was simple and more practical.

Lesson Learned:

I'm really grateful to my groupmates because we bond together and we respect each other decisions. Also, this subject taught me to always strive because one day you will be proud of yourself. I learned a lot from this subject, just trust yourself and listen always to the class. This subject helps me how to communicate well with other people and know their simple life.

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entink · 8 months

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The Unreleased Androids

(Name) is a normal girl working a normal job in a tech dominated world. Until, her boss tells her to take care of four androids to see if they could work at their cafe. (Name)’s devastated of course. She doesn’t want to deal with androids especially when she knows nothing about them. Not only that, these androids…aren’t like the ones she sees walking around or working or even on TV. Maybe it’s because they’re demos that were from a discontinued line that was never released. Whatever it is…they’re definitely strange.

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Androids. Humanoid robots or other artificial beings often made to have a realistic human appearance.

They didn’t become for sale until a couple of years ago. At first, they were used for jobs in factories or as laborers since they possessed way more strength than regular humans. But as time went on, they were seen practically everywhere for any little thing. Some used them as companions, some used them as babysitters, some used them as maids, some even used them for things that were not so holy.

(Name) sighed as she looked at the ad. She never really thought about owning an android, not that she could afford one anyway, but owning something that looked so human-like just didn’t sit right with her. She took one last look at the ad before returning to her game.

A few minutes later, she finally received the email from her boss. (Name) read the email in disbelief. Her boss was asking her to test run four androids. (Name) held her head in her hands. Four androids? Her boss really wanted her to to test four androids. Not only that, but they would have to live with her for an unspecified amount of time.

‘She must be joking…and these models that she wants me to test…they’re all models that haven’t even been released yet. What if they break or I damage them or something?! I can’t afford that!’ (Name) thought to herself.

Suddenly, her phone rang. (Name) picked it up quickly. It was her boss calling. She answered immediately. “Hello?” (Name) asked timidly. "Did you receive my email?” her boss asked impatiently. "Yes, but…ma’am…are you sure this is a good idea? Entrusting me with the androids? ” (Name) asked hesitantly. “Yes, I’m quite sure. If there’s anyone I could trust it’s you. I know you might not be familiar with androids, but I really think we could use them at our cafe. I want to leave them in your care so you can assess whether they’re compatible enough to work for us. This could be a great opportunity and I’m sure we can make it work. Just do this for me. Okay?” her boss said earnestly.

(Name) hesitated for another second before answering. “I...I understand. Thank you for trusting me with this. I’ll do my best. But seriously, I don’t know anything about androids. How will I even-” (Name) paused when she heard a small chuckle coming from the other end of the line. “You won’t need to worry about that. You’re a smart girl, you’ll learn everything very quickly. The only thing you need to do is supervise them and see how they will fit in at the cafe. You know, just test them and see what jobs and tasks they can do as well as see how they are around humans. Now, the androids will be sent to you by tomorrow morning and they already have a manual and instructions with them so don’t worry.”

With that, she hung up. (Name) put her phone down on her desk and massaged her forehead. Well, time to research about androids.

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(Name) woke up early the next day hoping that the androids would just arrive already. She spent her morning researching and learning more about androids. It wasn’t until 12 in the afternoon that a delivery truck arrived.

The delivery man knocked on the door, which (Name) opened immediately. The delivery man made her sign a few papers before opening his truck and wheeling out the four androids. (Name) followed him closely while he unloaded the four androids onto her living room floor. (Name) thanked him once he was done and watched him leave.

She stared at the big metal box the androids resided in. ‘Is it too late to turn back?’ She wondered. (Name) shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts. She walked over to the boxes and tentatively placed her hand on it. “How do I even open this thing?” she thought aloud.

She looked and felt around the box, finally finding a small button. She pressed it and watched as the sides of the box fell down, revealing her first android. (Name) looked at it in shock. She knew androids were supposed to look like humans, but this was another level. She wouldn’t even know it was an android if it hadn’t come in that box.

The android wore a plain white tee with ripped jeans. He was quite tall and he seemed to be her age range-or at least designed to look that way. She slowly raised her hand and placed a finger on his face. His skin was soft to the touch, just like a real human. She stood there for a good 20 seconds just admiring him.

She finally snapped herself out of her daze and looked around for a manual. When she found one, she opened it. She skimmed through the pages trying to figure out the basic things. The manual mentioned that this particular android’s name was Heeseung and that he is supposed to be the oldest of the four. He’s a funny guy who’s good at practically everything and the other androids really look up to him. ‘Wow, they really have their own personalities huh…,’ (Name) thought to herself.

She continued reading.

Another important thing she read was about the LED lights. They are located on the androids’ temple surrounding their power button. Blue symbolizes that they are stable and okay, yellow means that they are thinking or concerned, and red means that they are extremely distressed. She finally looked for how to activate the android.

She put down the manual and looked at his temple, seeing a small button with a thin ring around it. (Name) held down on the button for about 3 seconds then the ring around the button flashed blue. She stepped back and waited for a few seconds. After about two seconds, the android opened his eyes. His eyes as well his LED light turned blue as he stared at her. When his eyes returned back to their normal dark color, He smiled at (Name) and introduced himself.

“Hello, my name is Heeseung. May I ask yours?” His sudden introduction startled (Name) a little, “Oh, um…yes! My name is (Name)….uh…nice to meet you…?” She replied nervously. He smiled at her and (Name) couldn’t help but notice that he had a nice smile. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Name).” Heeseung eyes turned blue again and he looked around the room. Once he was done, his eyes returned to normal and he faced (Name) again. “Sorry if I disturbed you just now. I was scanning the home so that I can memorize the layout.” He explained. “That’s fine. I understand,” (Name) said. Heeseung nodded at her.

The two stared at each other in silence. (Name) looked away awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable. After a few moments of awkward staring, (Name) spoke up again. “Uhm..so…I’m going to activate the others now…you can sit on the couch or look around or whatever else you want to do….” (Name) mumbled, unsure of what to really say. Heeseung nodded at her and sat on the couch.

(Name) walked towards the next box and opened it by pressing the button like last time. It opened and she was met with the android named Jay, as stated in his manual. (Name) looked at the android. She noticed that he was wearing the same outfit as Heeseung: a plain white tee and ripped jeans. She looked through Jay’s manual some more. It stated that he would make the perfect house husband. He was great at cooking, cleaning, and took pride in taking care of others. He was more on the sophisticated side, meaning he enjoys the finer things in life. He also held a lot of knowledge about fashion.

After (Name) was done with manual, she activated him. Jay opened his eyes as they were flashing blue and looked around the room. He looked back at (Name) and bowed introducing himself. “My name is Jay, pleasure to meet you.” (Name) replied, “It’s nice to meet you as well. And you don’t have to be so formal...” Jay nodded at her. “You can go sit on the couch with Heeseung over there.” (Name) told Jay while pointing towards Heeseung. Jay did as he was told and went to sit on the couch beside Heeseung. ‘Two more to go…’ (Name) thought to herself.

She went to the third box and opened it. This android’s name was Jake. She read his manual just like she did the others. Jake was the happy-go-lucky type. He has lots of energy and is very playful. Jake is the nicest guy anyone could ever meet. Basically an angel in android form. He’s usually obedient, but can be a huge prankster sometimes. He’s also a huge scaredy cat. He loves animals, especially dogs. He has a special love for ramyeon, same as Heeseung. (Name) finished reading and activated him. The process went the same as the other androids.

“Hi, I’m Jake! Nice to meet you!” Jake said enthusiastically. (Name) smiled at Jake and answered, “Nice to meet you too, Jake. My name is (Name).” “Wow! That’s such a pretty name!” Jake said with wide eyes. (Name) looked at him in surprise, “Oh…thank you.” ‘Wasn’t expecting a compliment right off the bat like that. He seems really sweet,’ (Name) thought to herself as Jake shook her hand. “Anyway, Jake, you can go and sit on the couch with the others if you want to.” Jake looked over to where Heeseung and Jay was and smiled widely, “Okay!”

(Name) sighed and turned to the last box. This final android was named Sunghoon. (Name) stared at him breathtakingly. He was really beautiful. She observed the moles on his face, his lashes, and his pale skin. Once she finally stopped ogling at him, she finished looking though the manual. Sunghoon was more on the shy and reserved side compared to the others, but he’s really funny and outgoing once you get to know him. He loves to tease the others and argue with them. And he also seemed to be a pretty good figure skater. Although she was unsure on why an android would need that type of programming.

(Name) put the manual away and activated Sunghoon. He did the same as the others before him then introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Sunghoon….nice to meet you.” (Name) smiled at him, finally getting used to these introductions,

“Nice to meet you too. I'm (Name)." Sunghoon nodded at her then stood completely still, just staring at her. (Name) looked at him confused, the other androids bag kind of did something similar, but when he did it, it looked a little...off.

(Name) shook her head trying not to think rudely of any of them. "You can go sit on the couch with the others," (Name) told him. He seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in and followed her orders.

Once he was seated, (Name) stood in front of them and cleared her throat. “As you already know, my name is (Name). So I guess starting from today, I’ll be your owner…”

(Name) cringed at herself, 'I can't believe I just called myself their owner,’ The androids remained silent after she introduced herself. All of the androids just stared at her blankly, not saying anything until she asked, "So…I’ll be testing you guys starting tomorrow I guess. For now, you guys can rest, explore, or whatever you want to do…and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask me."

Heeseung raised his hand. “Miss (Name). I have a question,” he said. (Name) nodded at him in acknowledgement, "Go ahead, but you don’t have to call me miss.” Heeseung nodded at (Name) and continued, “You stated that you are our owner now correct? Does that mean we’ll be following your commands?” (Name) nodded in confirmation. Heeseung nodded his head and turned toward the other androids. “You guys heard her, right?” They all looked at each other and nodded their heads. Heeseung as well as the other androids turned back to (Name).

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes and LED lights kept flashing from blue to yellow. "Um what are you guys doing...?” she asked confused. They didn't answer until they returned back to normal a few seconds later. "We are acknowledging that you are our owner," Heeseung finally answered. (Name) looked at them in confusion, "Acknowledging?” Heeseung nodded his head, "Yes. We were inputting it into our data so that we can officially recognize you as our owner.” “I see…” (Name) said even though she was still confused.

“Anyway, that’s all for today,” she told them. “If you need me just let me know.” She walked towards her bedroom and went inside.

As soon as she sat on the bed, her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and answered immediately once she realized it was her boss. “Hello?” (Name) greeted her boss. “Hello. Did you receive the androids yet?” The woman asked. “Uh…yeah, I did.” “Excellent! How are things going so far? Are you having any issues?” She asked. “Nope, but I haven’t really interacted with them much yet,” (Name) answered.

“I see. Well, if they do act a little strange or do something that doesn’t fit their personality, don’t worry about it.” “What do you mean, ma’am…?” (Name) questioned. “Well, you know how expensive androids are…and I was offered a deal for those four and I just had to take it. The only reason they were so cheap is because they’re basically demos from a discontinued line,” the woman explained. “Demos? As in they haven’t been properly tested? And what do you mean discontinued? Is something wrong with them?” (Name) inquired further. “Don’t worry about it. Everything will be fine. That’ll be all now. I just came to check in and make sure you got them.”

(Name) thanked her and hung up the phone. After putting her phone down she decided to take a shower. She sighed as she thought about her boss’s words. ‘I hope they don’t break down or go crazy on me or something,’ She picked out some pajamas and headed to the bathroom.

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Now feeling more refreshed after her shower, (Name) went to check on the androids. She found three of them sitting on the couch watching TV. She looked around for the one who was missing, Jay.

She walked towards Jake to ask him about Jay. "Jake?" she called out softly. He looked up at her with a smile. (Name) smiled back then continued asking him, "Where's Jay?" Jake looked around before answering. "He’s in the kitchen, master.” “Thanks…” ‘Did he just call me master..? Whatever, I’ll worry about that later,’ She thought. (Name) walked into the kitchen seeing Jay over the stove. He was cooking ramyeon. “What are you doing, Jay?” (Name) asked him. “I’m making ramyeon. It should be ready soon, mistress.”

(Name) nodded and leaned against the counter. ‘Mistress’ she thought to herself. “You don’t have to cook…I can do it myself.” Jay chuckled and said, “I’m happy to help you, mistress. Just make yourself comfortable while I finish this. I don’t mind doing this anyway.” ‘Well, his manual did say that he was good at cooking, so I guess there’s no harm in letting him do this. I guess I’ll just consider it part of his assessment,’ (Name) thought to herself as she sat on the barstool at the island, slightly taking advantage of his cooking skills.

“Jay,” (Name) started, “Can androids eat food? Sorry, I know it’s a dumb question…” Jay laughed softly and shook his head. “It’s fine. You can ask us anything you want mistress. And yes, androids can eat food but it doesn’t give us any nutrients like it does to you humans. Well…It’s not really considered eating to us anyway since we don’t have actual organs. But, we still choose to eat food to fit in more with humans, plus it’s pretty fun…if that makes sense.”

(Name) nodded her head, “That’s pretty cool. Thanks, Jay.” Jay simply smiled at her then resumed cooking. "Oh, and androids are water proof by the way. Water doesn't bother us.” (Name) frowned, “What makes you think I was going to ask that?” Jay grinned at (Name). "Nothing…" he said teasingly. “I’m kidding, mistress. I wasn’t implying anything. I just wanted to let you know.” “Alright...” (Name) replied. “I’m done, mistress,” Jay announced as he brought out five bowls and placed each on the table.

“Boys, dinner is ready!” The three other androids who had been in the living room got up and headed to the table. They all stood around the table while Jay brought the ramyeon pot along with some rice. (Name) got up from the island and went to the table as well. She took a seat near the end of the table. As soon as she sat down, Jake rushed to sit beside her. When Jay saw what he was doing, he shook his head disapprovingly and scolded him. Jake ignored him and instead proceeded to get some ramyeon.

Everyone else did the same and filled their bowls with ramyeon and rice and began to eat. “You really made my favorite ramyeon…did I tell you that you’re my favorite Jay?” Heeseung joked. Jay chuckled and went back to eating his food. “Thank you for cooking tonight, Jay. This seriously tastes delicious,” (Name) said happily. “No problem mistress. I’m just glad you enjoyed it,” Jay replied.

(Name) stared at the androids for a bit, almost forgetting they were androids for a moment. They seemed so normal…so human…making jokes and interacting with each other as if they were just regular friends.

After dinner, everyone put their dishes into the sink and headed to the living room. “So, you wanna play some games?” (Name) suggested.

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Everyone sat in a circle in the living room paying UNO. The only two left in the game were Heeseung and (Name). The others watched the two play. "Uno!” Heeseung yelled as he was finally down to his last card. (Name) frowned upon his action, knowing that she might end up losing since she still had 5 cards left.

She played a card and hoped that it wouldn’t lead Heeseung to his victory. Heeseung groaned when he saw the card (Name) laid down. (Name) chuckled, feeling like her chances of winning has gone up. She watched as Heeseung went to draw a card but just as he did, he placed down his both his new and current card and exclaimed, “Uno, game!” Darn those stack rules…

“Ugh, I can’t believe I lost again…” (Name) groaned. “Sorry miss,” Heeseung laughed. The others laughed as well. (Name) got up and stretched, “Well, since Jay lost the most rounds, you have to clean the dishes,” she smiled at him as he glared at her. “This seems a little unfair, mistress…” (Name) laughed, “Don’t complain when you’re the one who suggested that bet to begin with.”

Jay sighed and made his way to the kitchen. (Name) sat on the couch with the other androids following after her. Heeseung sat on her left and Jake on her right with Sunghoon on the single chair. (Name) turned on the TV and flipped through channels until she landed on a comedy movie that had already begun. They all watched the movie together silently.

Once Jay was done with the dishes, he joined them on the couch in watching the movie. “Quick question, do you guys need sleep? Like do you get tired? Or do you not sleep at all?” (Name) suddenly asked. “We don’t need to sleep. We do require a recharge, however, which I guess is equivalent to resting or sleeping,” Jay answers her. “Oh, I did read something about android charging…I think your chargers are still in the box somewhere…I’ll get them for you guys,” She says before getting up from the couch and walking away.

She walked towards the boxes they came in and got a charger for each. It looked like a regular phone charger except the block part was much larger. She placed their charges on the floor in front of them, “I’ll leave your charges here for when you need them.” She began to walk past the couch then stopped, “I’m going to go to bed now. I have two extra bedrooms so you guys can stay in whichever one you want. Well, goodnight everyone.”

Jake got up off the couch and said, “Wait, master…can you tuck me in…?” Jay punched him in the shoulder, “Did you seriously just ask that you weirdo?!” Jake rubbed his shoulder and pouted, “Sorry, master…I thought that it was normal to tuck someone into bed…”

‘Oh, no! He’s pouting, did that really make him upset? Wait, no, they’re androids so they don’t feel anything. But wow, he looks so cute when he’s pouting…How could I say no that face and adorably plush lips?!’ (Name) thought to herself. She walked towards Jake and calmly placed a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Jake. I don’t mind tucking you in if that’s what you want. It’s just that people who ask to get tucked in are usually kids, you know.” “So I can’t?” Jake pouted. (Name) smiled at him, “Nah, it’s okay Jake. I’ll tuck you in tonight.” “Thank you, master!” Jake said happily.

“So, does anyone else want to get tucked into bed tonight? ” (Name) asked as she stood next to Jake. The androids all looked at each other. “Well, it’d be embarrassing if Jake was the only one…” Jay said while looking away. (Name) giggled at Jay’s comment. Heeseung wrapped an arm around Jay’s shoulder and grinned, “Well if Jay’s doing it then I will to. What about you Sunghoon?” Sunghoon merely shrugged.

“Well, come on then and don’t forget to bring your chargers,” (Name) said as she led them to the first bedroom. “Who wants this room?” She asked as she opened the door. Jake and Jay raised their hands at the same time. "Sorry, but this room only has one bed though so you’ll have to share,” (Name) told Jake and Jay. Jake shrugged, "That’s fine.” Jay nodded his head in agreement.

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you guys call me that: master, miss, mistress?” (Name) questioned. “It’s just the way we’re programmed. We can’t call our owner by their name,” Jake answered. “Can you guys control it?” (Name) asked curiously. “Nope. But, I don’t mind it. You get so flustered when we call you those things…it’s really cute,” Jake said while winking. ‘What the?! The manual said that he was cute and basically an angel! This isn’t very holy of him!’ (Name) thought to herself as she felt her cheeks heating up. ‘But the boss did say they might not act as their designed personality…no, I’m overthinking this,’ she thought once more.

She cleared her throat, “Just go to bed already, I’m tired.” “Okay, okay, sorry, master. But you still have to tuck us in,” Jake teased. (Name) sighed. “Plug your chargers in,” she told them. Jake and Jay did as told and plug their chargers into the outlet near the bed. “You can get in the bed now,” (Name) told them. Jake crawled into the bed with Jay following after. (Name) pulled the covers up to their chin. “Goodnight guys…” She smiled as she gave them a pat on the head before plugging the charger into the port on the back of their necks. “Night mistress...thank you for tonight,” Jay said. “Goodnight master,” Jake said.

(Name) nodded before holding their power button, watching them close their eyes as they powered off. (Name) walked out of the room and turned off the light, motioning for Sunghoon and Heeseung to follow her. Once she closed the door behind them, she went across the hall to another bedroom. This one had two beds this time. She gestured for the two to take a bed. They obliged and each climbed into their own bed after plugging in their chargers.

(Name) went to Heeseung first and wished him a goodnight. “Goodnight, miss,” Heeseung replied. She plugged the charger into the back of his neck and powered him off. (Name) then turned to Sunghoon and wished him a good night although he didn’t respond and chose to just close his eyes instead. She plugged the charger into the back of his neck as well and powered him off.

Finally, she could go to her own room and sleep. She left Heeseung’s and Sunghoon’s room and returned to her own. ‘Finally…today was such a long day,’ she thought to herself as she crawled into her bed. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

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The Farmer Masterlist.

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The Farmer.

Mini series. Chapter 5.

Warnings: Romantic date. Fluff. Domestic life. Smut.

Words: 4600.

Summary: John and you finally have a date.

Taglist: @minervadashwood @green-eyedladywrites @freshlemontea

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Part 5.

He finally buys the furniture at Woodbury Market, knowing what Lindsey wants, or rather what Mary has sent him, he can get to work. He needs to make a couple of trips to load everything, the closet, some shelves, a chest of drawers, the desk and chair, he also buys a mosquito net to install in the sale, he also buys the protection bars to attach to the bed so Lindsey wouldn't fall out at night. Grab some more wood paint and head home. He parks the van with the back toward the porch so he can bring all the furniture down and then bring it into the house.

"Are you changing your room?" He hears from behind him and when he turns around he sees you standing next to the vehicle smiling.

You two still have that date, that dinner, pending, but for the last few days you've been in touch on the phone talking about his work in the field, your schedules, unimportant things, just keeping in touch. John likes the relationship you two have, sometimes he feels like a fifteen year old boy meeting a girl and not daring to ask her out.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" he asks you but tries not to sound rude, you laugh and point to your work van.

"I'm here to bring some stuff for Parrot Farm." You explain and point to all the furniture again with your eyes.

"I'm fixing up one of the rooms upstairs." He answers at last. "My daughter is coming to visit me when I get it ready." He waits a few seconds to give you that information and looks at you to check your reaction.

"Your daughter?" you ask in surprise. "I didn't know..." You whisper, but shake your head. "Do you need me to give you a hand with that?"

"Do you mind? If you have things to do..."

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

Between the two of you, you lower the remaining furniture off the side of the porch and then move it into the living room. John gasps in relief that he has everything home now, there are a couple of details missing, but they're ordered, so he doubts they'll be a problem.

"I sent a couple of things to the greenhouse, I didn't trust them to get here with the truck and I put your address on it." He looks at you a little embarrassed.

"No problem, I'll let the girls know and when it arrives I'll call you or give you a ride home." You offer and he nods.

"Thanks, I still have to finish painting the walls and I want to change the colors of the furniture..."

"Sounds like a lot of work, how are you managing in the field?"

"Fine, Hershel had a timer installed and it really saves me a lot of time, I just have to make sure the raft is full and he just works."

"Hershel has helped many here, he certainly knows what he's doing." You smile and fidget nervously. "I... I have to go, but... Do you want me to come over later and help you?" you offer biting your lip.

"Do you mind?" he looks at you with curiosity in his eyes. "I-I don't want to bother you, if you're busy or have plans..."

"No, no, I'll come over later and give you a hand."

"Great, thanks a lot." He smiles and gives you a hug pressing your body against his, you laugh and pat his back before breaking the hug.

"I have to go to work, see you this afternoon."

"Sure, see you later." He says goodbye and walks you to the door of his house.

John watches you leave before going back inside the house and continuing with his furniture task. Little by little he takes the pieces upstairs to the hallway leaving everything there, he still needs to give the last touches to the walls, the wall where the unicorn goes has been left pink for the vinyl he has bought, if it really is the size it says on the page, be thankful that you wanted to help him because he alone it will be impossible to place it.

After giving him the second coat, go down to eat, check that the drip irrigation is still working properly and open the water passage to fill what has been spent of water, that day it is his turn, so he can abuse a little. Leaving the passage open, he goes back inside the house to eat a little and go over some new bills that have arrived and to make numbers with the money he has left in the bank.

He should start looking for a job there, until he gets a return on his crops. He has no financial problems but the savings don't last forever and he has invested quite a bit between the land and Lindsey's room.

He has no regrets.

He throws the soda can in the trash can and goes back out to the pond, the water is already reaching its limit, so he turns off the tap and checks that the irrigation has also stopped. He smiles in satisfaction and goes back inside to start painting the furniture he bought.

They all have a dull brown color that doesn't characterize a children's room. He carefully lays some old carpeting on the floor and prepares the cans of wood paint; he will paint them all white and then alternate drawers in pink or purple, with the handles in green, these are the colors his daughter has chosen, so he is going to use them as much as possible, without being excessive.

He's just finishing assembling the master closet when he hears a knock at the door. He takes a few steps back to see how the set is coming together and clenches his fists. He hears the doorbell ring again and comes down the stairs wiping the paint off his fingers when he opens the door and sees you on the other side. You've changed clothes, you're wearing a loose fitting denim bib overalls and a tank top that covers you only up to your belly button as the bib overalls cover everything else, you smile and wave at him, John awkwardly shakes his head stepping aside to let you pass.

"I hope I'm not late, I had a double shift at work today, sorry." You apologize, but he shakes his head.

"Don't worry, I'm still painting the furniture, so I could use your help."

The two of you walk up to the room that will one day be for Lindsey, John really hopes it won't be too much longer than that, he walks into the room showing you what he's been doing, but not seeing you with him, he looks up and sees you in the doorway of the room.

"Is something wrong?" he looks at you worriedly.

"Y-you've done all this?" you're surprised, the room isn't finished, true, but just looking at the dedication in painting the walls and the huge closet repainted and decorated to the girl's taste.

"Yeah... What? You think it's too stuffy, you think she might not like it, should I just paint it one color?"

"It's... it's stunning, John, I'm sure she's going to love it." You smile at last and he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank you... you almost gave me a heart attack."

"I'm sorry, it's just... it's beautiful."

"Wait till you see it finished." He smiles proudly and holds out a paintbrush. "Will you help me?"

The two of you sit on the floor, on the carpet, starting to paint what's missing, following the order John wanted to keep with the colors. As you finished one piece of furniture, John would get up to assemble it, after it dried, and you would continue painting the next one. You don't know what time it is exactly, but it's late, there are still things left to dry, assemble and paint, you clearly need a break.

"I'll take you home." The farmer offers.

"No need, I came with my car. This Saturday I'm free, if you want I can come early and help you finish with the furniture."

"No." He says flatly and you frown. "Saturday we're going into city, you and me." He smiles staring at you. "You're helping me so much with all this and I don't even know how to thank you." He rubs the back of his neck looking down at the ground, self-conscious. "So I'd like to spend the day together... if you want to."

You struggle to react, blinking several times, but finally a nervous chuckle escapes you and you nod your head several times.

"Yes, yes, I'd love to, it's been a long time since I've been out of here." You say excitedly.

"Great, I'll pick you up around... nine o'clock? It's about a three hour drive..."

"Yeah, nine o'clock is fine, I... do you want me to wait for you at work or...?"

"I know where you live, I go straight there." he looks sideways at you, raising his eyebrows as he chews his lip, he looks adorable and at the same time has some mischief shining in his eyes.

You agree to let him stop by your house to pick you up, you agree on a time again and say goodbye until Saturday, possibly you'll see each other before then, but it's an official date and John feels like he's really looking forward to it.

The vinyl arrives sooner than he expects, so does the mattress for Lindsey's bed, forcing him to get the bed shell ready quicker than he intended, but it looks good, the paint is dry and everything fits perfectly, even the guard rails. She makes sure the canopy poles are secure and attaches the white fabric with pink highlights by tying it to the pole with a soft purple ribbon.

As he approaches the nursery in search of his things he feels all eyes on him like the first time he arrived, however, he is aware of what they are looking at as he has stopped to talk to you and feels his mouth pull up in a smile he can't disguise. You both are flirting in front of everyone. You don't mind the stares, you keep talking and laughing enjoying each other's company. When John comes home he leaves the bed fully prepared and in the evening you help him put up the vinyl on the wall where the bed is leaning.

"Lindsey is going to love it." You had told him and John really hoped you were right.

John is nervous. He feels almost as if he is about to walk into a meeting for the first time. Before he arrived, he had wondered if he should have gone through a meeting first, but it felt good, he felt confident that he could do it. He really hopes he can do it.

He takes a deep breath and gets out of the truck smoothing his shirt walking to your front door, knocking on the door.

You don't live on a farm like Hershel or him, the house is in one of the neighborhoods on the outskirts of town, with a fenced backyard and a white and blue two-story house. You open the door and John's eyes widen. No doubt he has to tell Mark that he is totally wrong.

You're wearing a pretty dress of light fabric, tight and ruffled across your chest, getting John to notice its size is larger than he thought it was, it marks your figure to your waist and then falls loose and light to your knees, it's a soft greenish shade with a small print, you've left your hair loose and it falls tangled over your shoulders. He smiles because you look a little embarrassed at his intense stare and he clears his throat.

"You look beautiful." He tells you sincerely.

"Thank you, you look handsome too, you shaved." You say touching his cheek.

"Just a little... Shall we go?"

You nod and ride in the van heading into town. You talk for a while on the way, nothing extensive just knowing if Lindsey's room is still on, which offends her father a little, but you both laugh and enjoy each other's company. John catches you glancing several times in the car mirror, nervously fidgeting uncomfortably in the seat.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just... I haven't been in city in a long time..." you smile feeling a bit of an idiot.

"If it's any consolation it hasn't changed much, so you have nothing to worry about." He jokes and you smile gratefully. "Did you live with your family in town?" he asks curiously.

"No, actually I came for studies, I tried to stay but... there's too much noise, too many people, I didn't... I didn't feel ready."

"Don't worry, you're not the only one who has that feeling." He encourages you. "Do you have friends in town, do you want us to call them?" he offers but you shake your head.

"No, no, I had a group of friends, but over time we stopped seeing each other, I guess we each took a direction..."

"And any boyfriends?" he dares to ask and you look at him then laugh low.

"I had one too, but that was a long time ago, I don't remember him anymore." You shrug and he nods. "Jealous?"

"Of course not." He snorts feeling his cheeks burn. "I-I was just curious."

"It would be a little strange for him to be here and me to be in town...wouldn't it?"

"I guess." You look at each other and the two of you share a look laden with meaning.

John parks the car in a parking space his parents don't use and you go for a walk down the street. Not much has changed, as John has told you, but you discover new nooks and crannies that weren't there when you lived there. You stop at a children's store and look inside curiously, John follows you a few steps behind not knowing what exactly you're looking for, but he doesn't ask either.

"Shall we buy some stuffed animals for Lindsey?" You propose picking up a tremendously soft cat-shaped stuffed animal.

"I don't really have anything to decorate her room..."

"Other than everything you bought her?" you joke and he snorts. "I'll give it to her, if you don't mind."

"No, of course not... Do you want to meet her?" He dares to ask moving a little closer to you.

"Yes, of course, you've built a room from scratch just for her, trying to make it to her taste, you've spared no detail, it's... it's obvious she's very important to you." You shrug embarrassed, playing with the stuffed animal between your fingers.

John smiles moving closer to you, his hands brush against your cheeks and his lips kiss you slowly, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks and you sigh against his lips before breaking the kiss and smiling.

"Okay, I'll take that as you're fine with that." You laugh low and lose yourself through the shelves with him a few steps behind.

He watches you silently, you look excited and focused, his imagination running wild thinking about being able to touch you, to go back to that day on his couch that he stupidly messed up. His hands keep itching wanting to touch you again, to feel your soft skin, to remember your taste on his tongue. He groans shaking his head, not the best place to think about that kind of thing.

"Do you like it?" you move closer showing him a stuffed animal with googly eyes, but which is no particular animal.

"What's that supposed to be?"

"I'm not sure, but it's soft, funny, with adorable eyes and fluffy." You repeat waving the doll in front of his eyes.

"Okay, you've convinced me." He holds in a laugh and picks up the stuffed animal you're showing him, but you take it out of his hands.

"No way, I said I was giving it to her."

You leave the store after buying the stuffed animal for Lindsey, although it is not the only thing you have bought, from your bag hangs a doll similar to the one you bought but of a different size and color. John can't help but laugh and hold it up to look at it curiously.

"I thought you were going to buy Linds."

"And I did buy her one, but I couldn't resist, it's endearing."

He can't stop looking at you, there are so many differences between you, your mind enjoys the little things, things that maybe to others seem absurd, he's not calling you childish or immature, he just likes that innocence and curiosity he just discovered in you. Mature and responsible at work, now more relaxed you are fun and witty. He wonders if things could have been so simple before, if alcohol hadn't been in the way, maybe his old relationships would have been different. It's possible, but when he looks at you again he knows it's not just his addiction, there's something about you that makes him smile and feel like an idiot, the atmosphere is relaxed, the conversation flows without being awkward.

He walks up to you because you've stopped at a clothing store and holds your hand. You lift your head like a spring to look at him and feel your cheeks redden again because his smile makes you feel a flutter in your stomach.

"Is something wrong?" you dare to ask, but you don't let go of his hand.

"No, I'm just... glad to be here with you." He says sincerely.

You walk the rest of the walk holding hands until hunger overtakes you and you stop at a restaurant.

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It is in the evening when you arrive at John's farm, he has offered to invite you to dinner and you have not refused. You enter the house and go to the kitchen in search of a vase to put your flowers in. John gave them to you, you don't know where they came from, but you were talking to an old friend, the world is a small world sometimes, and when you said goodbye he was waiting for you with a small bouquet. It was a detail that melted your heart, you couldn't even help kissing him there in the middle of the street.

"I don't have any vase for flowers, but...." He walks up to you with a tall glass. "Maybe with this..."

"I think they'll survive." You joke.

You walk over to the kitchen faucet to fill the glass with some water. John bites his cheeks and walks over to you as well. He's been holding back as long as he can, but he can't hold it in anymore. Slowly, tangling his fingers in your hair, he pushes it aside, his free hand touches your waist and he leans over you, kissing your neck, little by little, moving up to your jaw, down again to your shoulder, his fingers caressing and squeezing your waist above your dress. You sigh closing your eyes, pushing your head aside, giving him more space, he growls at your positive reaction, sliding the tip of his tongue over the shape of your ear making you shiver. He releases your hair to bring his hand to your throat, your chin, his thumb caresses your lips and you suck on his finger, John mumbles, turns you around and you kiss intensely. His mouth catches your lower lip, biting it, tugging lightly on it. You gasp against his mouth before kissing him back, you hold him by the back of his neck, clinging to his body as much as possible, his hands fall to your ass and grab it tightly, he pulls you away from the kitchen and walks with you gropingly to the couch where he sits with you on top of him, just like that time. Excitement runs through John's body and his hands almost tremble on your ass as he pulls the skirt of your dress and his fingers make contact with the soft round skin of your buttocks and he gasps.

"Fuck, so soft..." He whispers against your mouth and you can't help but laugh.

You move your hips against his crotch and bite your lip as he is completely hard, you gasp and close your eyes as you feel him give you a little spank and pull you harder against him moving your hips against you. You kiss him harder, your tongues tangle, your lips suck on his tongue and his fingers press harder against your skin, trembling.

"Maybe I should stop?" you whisper against his mouth and he denies.

"No, no, please..." He writhes beneath you. "It won't happen again like the other day, but let me touch you."

You laugh softly at his desperation, take one of his hands and guide it inside your panties. John moans against your mouth and his fingers move over your folds feeling his fingers getting wet.

"All this for me?" he gasps, his voice hoarse.

"I've been like this since this morning you came looking for me." You confess in his ear and he snorts in despair. "I couldn't have fun the other time..." You stare at him and John bites his lip.

"I understand... take what you want, for now." He says the last with a grunt. John is dominant, you know he's not going to let you take control, but that he owes you an apology. Your body trembles with anticipation.

You kiss again, with desire, need, John bites your lips, squeezes your face between his hands, but you finally break away sliding down his body until you are on your knees between his legs. John stirs to unbuckle his pants, unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly, you help him pull his pants down to his ankles and do the same with his boxers. His cock jumps out in front of your eyes, slightly curved, leaning against his thigh, swollen, veins marching along its length. You've never thought a cock could be pretty, but it's certainly one you won't mind taking in your mouth.

You lean forward, your tongue running down its size until your lips close around its tip and you suck, looking up to see him. John leans back, head resting against the back of the couch, he grunts and spreads his legs a little further apart, he lifts his head again to watch his cock lose itself inside your mouth, your hand pumping as your mouth roams him. A moan vibrates between his lips, he is tempted to hold your head and fuck your mouth until he cums, but he holds back, he has many ideas for you and he hasn't started yet. He plans to run all over you and not stop until he makes a mess of you.

"Stop..." He asks you in a whisper, your lips sucking on his tip one last time before parting and licking your lips. "Let's go to my room..."

He helps you up off the floor. He kisses you unbuttoning your dress, pulls it over your head and undoes your bra as well. Your tits dance free before his eyes and he massages them between his hands, squeezes them together and takes your nipples into his mouth, licks and nibbles your areolas making you moan. He pulls away and takes your hand leading you to his room.

John lays you down on the bed, pulls your legs until your ass is at the edge of the mattress and kneels in front of you, spreading your legs apart while pulling your panties until he manages to pull them off and throw them somewhere in the room. His teeth catch the skin of your leg, following a line of kisses and bites until he reaches your inner thigh. He bites your skin hard, you let out a moan, but he doesn't stop, he bites and sucks leaving a clear purple mark on your thigh, he spreads some more marks along your thighs until he reaches your groin where he bites a little harder and you moan lifting your hips. His lips lightly brush your core getting your legs to tremble and you sigh, he looks sideways at you with a sly little smile on his mouth before running his tongue between your folds, you moan and he purrs at the taste of you on his tongue. He settles you better and his lips close around your clit, licking and sucking, touching it with his tongue, scratching it with his teeth, not hurting. Your back arches, you're unable to say anything, you've become a pile of babbles and moans, your knees tremble every time his tongue squeezes your nub, your breath catches as his tongue finds its way into your pussy and his hands caress your body until they reach your nipples, squeezing them at the same time his tongue fucks you. Your eyes roll and you moan louder resting your feet on his shoulders.

"John!" you moan his name moving your hips against his mouth.

He grunts and tries to hold you still, but your hips keep disobeying him. He releases your tits and lifts his head from between your legs hearing you protest. His eyes are dark blue with dilated pupils, he breathes hard through his mouth and his lips are wet from your juices.

"Believe me I want you to cum, but I'm trying to get you to be obedient."

"I'm trying, but it's your tongue's fault..." You justify yourself and he snorts.

"Should I stop?"

"No, no." You plead this time. "I'll be good." You promise him and he nods, the tip of his tongue grazes your clit again, swollen and craving attention. Your body jerks again.

John's mouth moves more intensely over your pussy now, his tongue flicks across you, his teeth and lips squeeze your clit, his fingers play with your tits and torture your nipples. You can't hold back any longer, screaming his name you bury your fingers in his locks of hair and cum in his mouth, feeling your whole body tremble, as his tongue enters deeper into you as if to devour you. Your mind slowly returns from its high still feeling his tongue licking your folds. He kisses your clit one last time before sitting up from the floor. His fingers rub his cock, swollen, red head, a trickle of preseminal begins to drip from the tip. You lick your lips and move in ready to put it in your mouth again, but he stops you, in the drawer of the small table he picks up a condom. You take it out of his hand and without looking away you place it on his cock with your mouth.

"Fuck..." He huffs grabbing you by the hair. "What did they teach you in the city?" he teases and you purr on his cock, the vibration running up and down his length digging into his balls. "Lie down." He asks you as he slides the condom completely over his length and lies down on top of you.

He grabs one of your legs and places it over his shoulder. You stare at each other intensely, panting, your noses brushing as John rubs his cock against your folds and finally thrusts into your pussy. You close your eyes as you feel his size and moan low, he has his eyes locked on you, breathing hard, taking in every grimace you make as he rocks his hips staying completely inside you. John squeezes the sheets between his fingers as your pussy closes around his cock, squeezing it. He snaps like an animal and moves outward to thrust hard again. A cry of pleasure escapes your mouth, hoarse, deep, he leans further over your body, leaving you trapped under his weight, your leg over his shoulder, his fingers loosening the sheets to tangle in your hair. His hips begin to move faster, more intense, he grunts and gasps as you kiss and his hips move faster.

A gasp of surprise escapes your mouth as you feel his fingers seek your clit again, moving fast over it, increasing your pleasure so that pleasure quickly forms in your lower belly and you burst, you hug yourself to his body, moan against your ear, your pussy squeezes his cock and you hear him moan low as he cums too, filling the condom. His hips move much slower as you recover from your orgasm. John carefully lifts himself off your body to remove the condom and throw it in the bathroom trash.

When he returns to the bedroom, you are still lying there waiting for him, wanting to know what is going to happen next. John lies down next to you and kisses you, you embrace and he caresses your body. His caresses and warmth gradually lull you to sleep. Maybe you should talk about this, but sleep overcomes you both.

To be Continued...

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