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As the World Turns
A free ticket to Lotusland? Forget it! It's early spring so welcome to Crocus-land. The spring crocus is very beautiful but it's strictly time-limited. In two weeks it will be gone but worry not! As the world turns, Crocus-land will magically reappear - same time, same place. You can depend on it.
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As the World Turns 1
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, imbalanced power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary:Â Your new job takes you to new places with lots of new people.
Characters:Â Nick Fowler, Jonathan Pine, Lloyd Hansen
Note:Â I know I shouldn't have done this.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. Iâm trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I havenât forgotten those!)
When you accepted your new position, you didnât expect that two days later you would be on your very first business trip. Ever. Like at all!
Itâs exciting. Itâs not only your first trip overseas for work but your first trip across any border. Youâre as happy to get use out of your passport as you are to have the new experiences. You donât know, however, how much youâll be able to enjoy any of it. Itâs still work after all.
You stand at the luggage belt as your phone vibrates. Itâs your boss, Mr. Fowler, once more asking you where you are. The carâs already there. Itâs not your fault the elite class flyers got off first and youâre stuck searching for your bags among the sea of coach passengers.
âWill be there shortly, sir. Just coming through customs.â
Itâs a small lie but you donât think heâll be impressed to hear youâre struggling to find your bag. Itâs not very big but it should be easy to find. A round plastic suitcase in a shade of sunflower you canât miss. You think itâd be obvious amid the black and black suitcases milling along on the conveyor belt.
You see the plastic slats part and your bag shines bright, like a beacon calling to you. You race forward and grab onto the handle. You accidentally press the button with your thumb so the handle extends and youâre dragged along awkwardly as you struggle to lift it.Â
Another passenger approaches to remove his heavy black bag but doesnât walk away before helping you. You thank him with a smile. Heâs older, maybe your grandpaâs age, and he assures you itâs no problem. He walks off and you plant the wheels of your bag straight, swerving around as you follow the signs.
You bring your phone up again and read Mr. Fowlerâs next impatient text.
âTake the cab fare off your per diem.â
Right. Youâre not surprised. From what you know of your boss so far, heâs a stickler. He knows what he wants and he doesnât settle for less. While he can be charming, even accommodating, he can also be terrifyingly stern. One moment he has that smile that makes his eyes twinkle and the next, his jaw is set and danger darkens his features. The very memory of that expression makes you shiver.
You suppose itâs your own fault. You shouldâve considered the job description a bit closer. An executive assistant does a lot more than just the typical secretary. The pay itself was proof enough. Can you really complain? The perks include free trips!
You try to stay as positive as you can, ignoring your motherâs voice as it sneaks into the back of your head. She always has something negative to say. She could win the lottery and complain about the trouble of claiming her winnings.
You make your way through the terminal and into the atrium, passing by new arrivals and waiting departures. You check your smart watch, youâll get in your steps for sure, and hurry as the minutes tick by. You follow the flow outside and find a spot along the pick up area, waving down a taxi as your phone buzzes again.
âDonât show up without scotchâ.
The message is terse. You can only assume the flight was less than accommodating. You spent your time in coach looking out at the clouds or catching up on the adventures in Westeros. Terribly depressing books but it only makes reality a little less so.
You get into a taxi and ask the driver to take you to a liquor store. He doesnât seem to understand you. Oh, boy. You pull up Google translate on your phone and speak into it, setting it to translate into the native language. You let the speaker play the text to voice. The driver nods and starts the meter.
Okay, not bad. Youâre figuring this out. If anything, Mr. Fowler has to give you points for effort, right?Â
You ask the taxi to wait as you run in and find yourself faced with shelves of bottles and cans. This is the hard part, youâre not much of a drinker. With the help of Google, you ask the clerk for a bottle of scotch and pay with the company card. Youâre right back out to the taxi.
Everything is so fast, you feel like youâre still catching up. Youâre doing things. Every minute matters. You feel important, probably for the first time in your life. No more sitting behind a desk yawning, youâre tired for good reason.
You give the hotel name next and let yourself relax. Just for a little. Your eyes drift to the traffic outside the taxi, the voices all around, the dimming of the sky as the city sets to evening. Itâs beautiful and new and wonderful.
The driver lets you off in front of the hotel. Youâre greeted by a valet who offers to take your bag. You try to refuse but he insists, so you let him and follow him inside. As you enter, another man approaches.
Youâre confused at first. Heâs tall, blonde, and dressed as if heâs a businessman visiting on his own sojourn. You look around, thinking he might be headed for someone behind you. No, itâs only you. You turn back and find his blue eyes centered on you as he stops before you.
âMiss, welcome,â he lilts in his refined accent, âmay I have your name so we may get you checked in?â
âOh, yes, thanks, uh, sir. Actually, first, my, er⊠my boss is here. I think. He mustâve shown up twenty minutes ago. Erm, Mr. Fowler. I have, a oh,â you look down at the bottle in your hands, âI have this for him.â
âWonderful,â he eyes the bottle, âIzak,â he addresses the valet, âFowler.â
He takes the bottle from you without resistance. Thereâs something about his confidence that has you frozen. He hands it to the valet, Izak, and sends him off. You smile and give a nervous chuckle.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you rub the back of your neck.
âThat is my job. Iâm at your service, miss. Jonathan Pine, manager,â he offers his hand.
You shake it, doing your best to keep a firm grip. His fingers are so long that your hand feels tiny in his. He lets you go as you rescind your hand, crossing one arm over your stomach as you cup your other elbow, playing with the button of your blouse.
âYour name, miss?â
âOh, duh,â you clutch the front of your blouse and eke out your name.
âGreat, this way,â he beckons you with him and leads you to a round desk. He steps behind and types as his blue eyes reflect the screen. âI assume youâre here on business. You mentioned your boss is in another accommodation.â
âYes, uh, my first business trip,â you almost wiggle with delight, âIâve never even stayed in a hotel, you know?â
âWell, then I hope your stay is exceptional,â he smiles as he clicks around, giving a thoughtful hum, âallow me to make your first a special one,â he intones, âIâve upgraded you to a suite.â
âA suite? Oh, butââ
âNo additional fee. It will remain at the rate of your previous room,â his eyes flick to you.
âWow, thatâs⊠do I sound that pathetic?â
âPathetic? Not at all, miss.â
You chew your lip and sway back and forth, crossing both arms across your chest. You donât know what to say. Heâs so nice that it almost feels patronizing. Or youâre just insecure.Â
âAllow me to show you your suite,â he comes out from behind the desk, holding out a small black folio.Â
You take it and look inside, two cards and a little insert with tiny text on it. You bring your hands down to fold over your stomach and back up to let him lead you. He struts along with you to the elevator and hits the button. He gestures you in first and follows.
âYou havenât traveled before?â He asks.
âNot really. We used to go camping but not far from home. Then we didnât go anywhere. Iâve been working since, er, college, so⊠this is my first chance.â
âWell, the world is vast and not all are so lucky as to venture beyond their front door. Itâs truly a privilege,â he says. The doors ding and parts, again, he waits for you to go ahead of him.
You step out and check the folio. You read the number and match it to a door at the far end of the hall. Heâs right behind you as you get to the suite.Â
âShall I show you around?â He asks as you stop on either side of the doorframe.
âErm, sure, why not?â You shrug.
âMight I?â He points to your hands and you give him the folio.
He takes out a card and holds it up, âthese can be unfortunately finicky. You must make sure you hold it so,â he shows you how to position it and slides it through the slot beside the handle. The red light turns green and the door unlocks. âPlease,â he opens the door and nods you inside.
You enter as he follows. The door slowly closes as he lets it go and he slips the card back into the folio. He puts it on the corner table beside the door and taps it with his fingertips.
âYouâll find the wireless information in there along with the room service details and our continental breakfast times,â he explains, âif youâve any questions, you may call the front desk.â
âThank you,â you smile.
âLet me briefly go over the rest of your amenities and Iâll leave you in peace,â he avows as he waves you further inside, âa full bath,â he stops at the doorway to his left, âthere are jets built in, rather useful after a long flight.â
You give a polite laugh and he presses on. He guides you through the suite; a kitchenette, a mini bar, a sitting space, a bedroom, a balcony, and a key to the private pool. You thank him again.
He goes back to the door, about to leave but pausing at the door, âif you require anything, you may ask for me. Jonathan, remember.â
âJonathan,â you repeat.
He nods and steps out into the hall, gently closing the door behind him. You feel another buzz in your pocket. Shoot! Mr. Fowler.
âScotch is here. Where are you?â
You cringe and hurry out of the room. You shouldâve known better. There was just a lot happening at once. You hurry down the hall and stop short of the elevator. You donât know where his room is.
âOn my way, sir. Where is your room?â
You key in the message, awkwardly lingering as you wait for his response.
âNot there. In restaurant. Two minutes.â
You push your head back. You really just want to go back to the room and jump into that giant bed. A full queen to yourself. Thatâs actual heaven. You answer, affirming your obedience and head for the elevator.
You get down to the lobby and once more find yourself lost. You have that problem, not thinking two steps ahead. As you look around, you see the valet, Izak.
âHi, uh, is there a restaurant around here?â You ask sheepishly.
âYes, miss, right through there,â he points towards the rear of the lobby to a wide archway crested with a point.
You thank Izak and scurry across the lobby. You put your phone away as you enter the restaurant and a server approaches you. They ask if you want a table for one and you explain that youâre meeting your boss. She points him out and asks you if youâd like a drink. You assume you wonât be staying for dinner so you pass.
As you near his table, Mr. Fowler doesnât look up. You stop just across from him and wring your hands. You wait for him to say something but heâs focused on the menu.
âSorry, sir, I was just checking inââ
âSit,â he demands.
âRight, thanks,â you sit and grip the edge of the table, âit was very busy at the airport and I had to stop on the way for your scotchââ
âBut no time to bring it yourself?â He challenges as he sets the menu down, finally looking at you, âI have a colleague meeting me here shortly.â His eyes dip briefly as he eyes your blouse, âhm, you didnât change?â
âLike I was saying, sir, I didnât have a chance yetââ
âUndo your top button,â he waves off your excuses as he sits back and grabs the short glass of scotch in front of him.
âSir?â
âYou look like a nun,â he retorts, âjust one button, sweetheart.â
You furrow your brow but pop your top button open. It doesnât show very much but it still feels wrong. You sit back and peer around the restaurant. The din is quiet and the lightning soft and warm.
âUm, so, you want me to stay for dinner?â
âYou leave when I dismiss you,â he says curtly.
âYes, sir, I understand,â you reply.
âStop fidgeting,â he clucks, âtry to sit still.â
âYes, sir,â your voice shrinks.
He sighs and stares at you, âsmile, okay? This is an important dinner.â
âRight,â you force a smile, cheeks trembling.Â
All the excitement, all your former optimism, slowly slakes away. You get the churning anxiety in your stomach. The same sensation that kept you in bed a few minutes past your alarm. Youâre only a few days in, you can do this.
âFowler,â a voice booms across the restaurant as footfalls approach.
Your boss stands and you scramble to do the same. He shakes the hand of another man as you turn to face his acquaintance. It must be his aforementioned colleague.
âHansen,â Fowler counters as their handshake becomes a battle, âabout time.â
âPfft, you were always boring. You gotta get out, buddy. Especially around here. Iâll give you a few names. Thereâs a sweet girl down at the spaââ the man, Hansen coughs, stopping himself midsentence as his eyes fall to you, âoh? And this is?â
âNew assistant.â Fowler sits and pushes the tails of his jacket back.
You give your name as Hansen puts his hand out again. Instead of shaking yours, he takes it and kisses it in a very old-fashioned gesture, though something about his demeanour is sleazy.Â
âLloyd,â he winks as he clings to your hand, âMr. Hansen is so boring. Makes me sound like an old man.â
You smile and repeat his name.
âWhat happened to Bennet?â He turns and claims the third chair. You lower yourself, content to be peripheral to their reunion.
âGone,â is all Fowler says as his eyes meet yours, âso, whatâre you drinking, Hansen?â
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AS THE WORLD TURNS
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Happy 65th Birthday to the amazing, beautiful, talented Tamara Tunieđđđ„łđ. I just love her đđ„°.
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Soaps âAs the World Turnsâ and âThe Edge of Nightâ debuted on CBS on April 2, 1956.
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As the World Turns 2
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, imbalanced power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary:Â Your new job takes you to new places with lots of new people.
Characters:Â Nick Fowler, Jonathan Pine, Lloyd Hansen
Note:Â I know I shouldnât have done this.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. Iâm trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I havenât forgotten those!)
âI might hear you out,â Mr. Hansen, or Lloyd, sits back as he slurps from a rounded class of cognac, âas long as you bring this pretty little thing along tomorrow.âÂ
You chew quietly on a piece of lettuce and look around. You search the table for whatever he means, confused by the statement. Your eyes flick up to meet his and you gulp, realising heâs referring to you. Oh. Â
He called you pretty but it just feels off. You give a tight-lipped smile and reach for your sparkling water. He brings his hand over the top to stop you as Fowler sighs.Â
âSheâll keep the minutes,â your boss grumbles.Â
âHow about some wine, baby face?â Lloyd leans forward.Â
âUh, I donât drink, thanks,â you answer sheepishly. Youâd already told him as much but it hasnât kept him from offering more than once.Â
âBoring,â he mutters and retracts his hand. âGonna be a long vacation if you donât loosen up.âÂ
âSheâs not on vacation, sheâs working,â Fowler girds as he tosses his napkin on his plate. âYouâre really gonna drag this out, arenât you?âÂ
âDrag what out?â Lloyd winks as he sits back, gripping one leg as his other sways.Â
âThe deal.âÂ
âYou gotta wine and dine before you get between my thighs,â the other man taunts. âWhatâs for dessert?âÂ
Fowler exhales slowly, jaw tense as he eyes the other man. You glance between them then over your shoulder. Maybe the server could bring the dessert menu.Â
âYou know I donât sleep well in a strange land without someone to keep me warm--âÂ
âCut it out,â Fowler warns his acquaintance harshly, âwe got an early morning.âÂ
His chair scrapes as he stands, drawing your attention back to the table. You feel like you might wilt as you meet the heat of Lloydâs fervent gaze. He has an elbow beside his plate, his glass in his hand as he hovers it before his mouth and stares. He sips then pokes out his tongue in a way that makes you nervous.Â
Your wide eyes skirt over to your boss and you push yourself from your chair.Â
âJust like you to cut the fun short--âÂ
âI was on a plane half the day, I donât have the energy for you,â Fowler takes out his wallet and drops a wad of bills on the plate, âdinnerâs on me.âÂ
âAnd Iâd like dessert on me,â Lloyd harrumphs and drains his glass, slamming it down on the stem as he lets out a heavy sigh. He stands and tugs at his belt without shame. You sidle away and push the chair in, staying close to your boss.Â
âWeâll talk more. Iâm not leaving without a deal, Hansen.âÂ
âWeâll see about that,â Lloyd slaps his chest and stifles a belch behind his fist, âguess I'll hit the massage parlour again.â He rolls his neck and winks at you, âstiff from the flight.âÂ
âCome on,â Fowler ignores whatever inference his colleague makes and spins on his heel, then gestures to you, âletâs get going.âÂ
âOh, uh, yes, sir,â you turn to follow.Â
âMmm, yes, sir,â Lloyd mimics in a purr as you prance off.Â
You tap out next to your boss as he checks his watch. He raises his hands to swipe over his face and hair. He must be just as tired as you. Your excitement has dwindled to a low thrum and youâre ready to keel over.Â
âI want my coffee at six. Got it?â He demands.Â
âYes, sir.âÂ
âCall the front desk, have them send breakfast too. Weâll be heading off early.âÂ
âYes, sir,â you echo again, barely keeping up with his fast march.Â
âAnd wear a dress,â he says.Â
Again, you affirm his command.Â
He stops before a pair of double doors; wood carve in intricate patterns. He faces you and exhales, âdo not fuck Hansen.âÂ
Youâre stunned by the suggestion. You raise your brows and let your mouth fall open. You sputter and shake your head, âs-sir--âÂ
âJust donât,â he warns. âFlirt with him but nothing more. Trust me.âÂ
âI wouldnât--âÂ
âIâm not asking about your preferences, Iâm giving you an order,â he turns to the door and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his card, âgood night.âÂ
âOh, er, good night, sir,â you back off awkwardly, still scalding from his assumption.Â
You click down the hall in your shoes and frown. Does he really think you would do that? He said himself, youâre on a business trip. Sure, Lloyd was forward and unfocused but you didnât encourage him at all. To be fair, you didnât catch half of what he meant.Â
You get to your room and stop, feeling around your clothing as your heart drops. Oh no! You can see the cards in your mind, sitting on the table inside the hotel room. Oh, gosh, youâre so stupid.Â
You turn and face the hallway behind you. Of course you would lock yourself out. For everything that went so smoothly on your first trip abroad, something was bound to go wrong. Well, youâd rather this than be stranded in the middle of no where.Â
You push away from the door and stroll back down the hall. You find your way back to the lobby. It's eerily empty as you peer around. The high ceilings are centered by a grand chandelier and the panels between the skylight panes are painted with elaborate patterns. The night peers down at your lone entrance, making the echo of your steps even more desolate. Â
You go to the counter and raise your hand over the bell, wary of disturbing the peace. You tap it lightly but the ding is deafening. You wince and cry out as a body pops up from behind the counter like a jack-in-a-box.Â
âEek,â you touch your chest as the manager appears like an apparition.Â
âPardon me,â he puts his hands on the counter, âI was only just sorting through some things. Didn't mean to startle you.âÂ
âNo, it'sâŠit's fine,â you giggle as your fear dissipates, âI didn't expect such a quick response.âÂ
âAlways at your service, miss,â he address you by your last name. You're flattered he remembers you. âAnd so I must ask how I can be of assistance.âÂ
âRight, er, this is kinda embarrassing,â you scrunch up your lips and look at the wall, âI locked my keys in my room.âÂ
âAh, well, that's not the end of the world,â he waves away your worry.
You notice his jacket is disposed, folded over the unusued chair on it's tall legs, and his shirt sleeves are rolled to his elbows. He must be used to solitary nights.
âI'll come let you in.â He reaches to his belt to pull out a white card, ânow this is your first wish, you've only two more after.âÂ
You furrow your brow curiously and he gives an awkward grin, âa joke, of course. This genie does not count favours.âÂ
âUh, thanks,â you murmur.Â
He comes out from behind the desk and gestures you to come with him. You catch up as he strides breezily across the lobby. Your eyes wander the extravagant interior and you drift off in your imagination. What it must be like to work here every day.Â
âAnd are you enjoying your time abroad thus far?â Jonathan asks.Â
You snap back to the present and chuckle nervously, âsure, I... itâs nice so far but I havenât been here very long.âÂ
âMm, yes, well I do hope you find time among your business to explore. If you have an questions, Iâd be happy to answer. I even have a few recommendations if youâre interested,â he offers.Â
âOh, thanks so much,â you swallow a yawn and flutter your lashes. He glances over at you as he strides on.Â
âAnd did you enjoy the restaurant?â He prompts.Â
âUh yes, the food was delicious,â you chime.Â
âI will let the chef know you said so,â he remarks, âif you are interested in the local cuisine, there is a shop not far from here which is a touch more genuine. Though I must warn you it is spicy fare.âÂ
âI love spice,â you smile blink long as another yawn nestles at the base of your throat.Â
âWell, you will let me know when you try it if you like it,â he nears your door and brings the car up to slide through the slot, âyou must be terrible exhausted.âÂ
He pushes the door open and holds it with his long arm, âjust a little,â you agree, âthanks so much.âÂ
âNever to worry, these things happen,â he assures, âthe nights are lonely and I donât mind the task.âÂ
You smile as you step under his arm and turn in the doorway, âhave a good night.âÂ
âYou too, darling,â he returns, âbe sure to put your key somewhere you wonât forget.âÂ
âOh, yes, thank you,â you bounce on your feet and grab the door handle.Â
He lets go and you shut the door gently. You give a big yawn and face the room. Thankfully, you left the lamp on. You leave your shoes by the door and rub your eyes as you stagger forward. You take out your phone to check your alarms and set it a bit earlier. You wonât be getting much sleep.Â
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You have Mr. Fowlerâs coffee in hand as you stroll up to his door. You double-checked at the counter to make sure you didnât misremember. You check your watch as you approach. Ten to six. Youâre early. Heâll be impressed. Heâs not very fond of lateness though youâre yet to test that yourself.Â
Youâve done pretty well. You got yourself up, with help from a freezing cold shower to keep your eyes open, and you look pretty good. A peachy orange blouse and a grey skort. Youâre ready for the day in your mary jane flats, sparing your arches the strain of heels.Â
You knock and call through the door, âsir, I have your coffee.âÂ
You look at the cup. You had it made exactly as he always get. An americano with an extra shot. You think the caffeine is a bit much but you would never say so to him. Heâs your boss, not the other way around.Â
âMr. Fowler?â You knock again as you stand in the hall, âitâs going to go cold--âÂ
The door opens suddenly and your fist nearly hits Mr. Fowler instead of the door. You retract and give a sheepish grin, âuh, good morning, sir,â you gulp. He has a towel crookedly clutched around his waist and heâs dripping wet. His stomach is hard and lined with muscle, tightly knotted and glistening with moisture.Â
âItâs not six,â he snarls.Â
âSorry, sir, I'm early. Your coffee,â you extend your arm to offer him the cup, âthey are bringing your breakfast shortly--âÂ
He grumbles and takes the cup. You let it go, hovering at the threshold as he keeps one hand on the towel. He inhales the scent of the espresso and tastes it with a moan of relief. He kicks the door shut and it snaps in your face. You step back and flinch.Â
Heâs right. Youâre early. You caught him off-guard. That much is obvious. You canât blame him for his mood. No one likes being interrupted during a shower. You back up and stand against the wall. Youâll wait. You have no choice. You know if you disappear, heâll be even less pleased.Â
Room service arrives shortly after and knock. Mr. Fowler lets them in, ignoring you as you linger, and the hotel porter leaves shortly after. You sway on your feet and check the time.Â
Someone else might be annoyed but youâre too excited. The shine of the new place has yet to wear off. Even if you are working, the backdrop is enough to assuage any pitfalls.Â
You check the time several times as you pace in the hall. You flatten yourself to the wall as another hotel denizen passes. Youâre a bit awkward lurking there. You start to worry someone might see you and get suspicious. It is a bit strange to just be staring at a door.Â
Before your doubts can get the best of you, the doors open and Mr. Fowler emerges in a white button-up and navy slacks. He forgoes his jacket and tie for the natural climate. His short hair is tidy and a light stubble trims his jaw. He checks the time on his wrist and signals with his index.Â
âThe car?â He demands.Â
âThe car,â you echo and your eyes flit back and forth.Â
âThe valet has the rental,â he snarls, âdid you call for it?âÂ
âSorry, sir, I...â you take out your phone and scroll, âI donât see anything in the itinerary--âÂ
âGet the car,â he demands.Â
âYes, sir,â you wince and hurry ahead, âwill do.âÂ
You scurry out of his sight and clamour into the lobby. You search around and see a new face behind the counter. Jonathan must be done his shift. You ask about the valet and they point you outside.Â
You ask for Mr. Fowlerâs car and wait near the ramp of the garage. You shouldâve known. You booked the rental car and all that. Youâre going to blame it on jet lag. Â
Mr. Fowler appears at an easy pace, a hand in one pocket and the other around his phone. He doesnât look up as he approaches. He stops a few feet away and sighs, once more peeking at his silver watch.Â
âOn itâs way, sir,â you assure him.Â
He slips his phone into his pocket and squints at you. You give a shaky smile. You hate when he looks at you like that. It feels like heâs judging you. Well, he definitely is.Â
âI told you to wear a dress,â he says as he reaches to touch the collar of your blouse.Â
âOh, sorry, sir,â you blanch. You must have forgot amid your late night chaos. You feel a surge of panic and quickly check your purse. You have your keys. âDo you want me to go change?âÂ
âItâs fine,â he turns you by your shoulders and pinches your top button. He undoes it and you try to look down at his hands, only to go cross-eyed. He clucks and undoes the next one, leaving the satin to hang low on your chest. âThat will do.âÂ
You resist the urge to redo the button and you shrug, trying to hike fabric higher on your shoulders. You are overtly aware of your cleavage. Itâs not very professional.Â
âSir,â you bring your phone up again, âI think my data isnât working. I canât see the itinerary.âÂ
âDonât worry about it,â he turns as a sleek black car pulls up before you, âjust get in.âÂ
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for soap watchers!!
I still forgot some so there'll be a third part lol and don't give me crap about thope and lope being here or phick I've shipped them since day one and until recently I didn't ship thope only the last year or so and I've been a lope shipper from day one!!
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From Tutti Frutti, May 1987.
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FUCK I MISS REID OLIVER. I have ptsd from his unnecessary death and how that whole entire storyline. (Fuck you noah. Ahem. God they really messed his character up as wellâŠANYWAY!!)
Reid reminds me a lot of another gay character who I also loved: Brian on Queer as folk. Confident, snarky, but can be loving as hell when needed. đâ€ïž
Maybe thatâs why I like tommy so much as well. I like my snarky and confident gays đ
the majority of Tommy haters hate him simply because he isnât Eddie. It doesnât matter who Buck is, if it isnât eddie, they will hate him/or her. Stupid, yet here we are. đđđ
RIGHT?!? All these years later, I am still in denial. Train, what train?? (And yeah, they really fucked up Noah's character. I liked him previously, but he got so bad by the end of the show, I couldn't stand him).
Haha, we definitely have a type, don't we? Gotta love a snarky and confident man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to say it.
Yeah, those people didn't want Bi!Buck, they just wanted B*ddie. And now they hate on Tommy/Lou, same as they did with Buck's previous LIs. It's honestly just sad, pathetic and childish. BUT I am not going to let it ruin my fun. I am enjoying Bucktommy so much, and will continue to do so.
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