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The Importance of Professional Air Cooler Maintenance Services

As temperatures soar during the summer months, air coolers become indispensable in maintaining a comfortable indoor environment. While air coolers are known for their cost-effectiveness and eco-friendliness, they require regular maintenance to function optimally. Professional air cooler maintenance services offer the expertise needed to keep your cooling systems in peak condition. In this blog, we will explore the importance of professional air cooler maintenance, the benefits of preventive care, and expert insights on ensuring your air cooler’s efficiency and longevity.

Why Air Cooler Maintenance is Essential

Ensuring Peak Performance

To maintain the optimal performance of an air cooler, regular maintenance is critical. Dust, dirt, and mineral deposits can accumulate on the cooling pads and internal components, hindering the efficiency of the cooler. Professional servicing includes thorough cleaning and inspection, ensuring that the cooler delivers maximum cooling performance.

Enhancing Longevity

An air cooler is a significant investment, and proper care is essential to extend its lifespan. Regular maintenance addresses wear and tear replaces worn-out parts, and ensures that all components are functioning correctly. This proactive approach significantly enhances the durability of your air cooler, saving you from expensive repairs or early replacements.

Efficiency Optimization

Efficiency is crucial for any cooling system, particularly during the peak of summer. A well-maintained air cooler consumes less electricity, which translates to lower energy bills. Professional servicing optimizes the system’s efficiency, ensuring it cools effectively without excessive energy consumption.

Benefits of Professional Air Cooler Maintenance

Preventive Maintenance Benefits

Preventive maintenance is a proactive strategy to keep your air cooler in top condition. By scheduling regular check-ups and servicing, you can prevent potential issues before they escalate into major problems. This not only keeps your cooler running smoothly but also reduces the likelihood of unexpected breakdowns during high-demand periods.

Comprehensive Cleaning

Professional maintenance involves comprehensive cleaning of cooling pads, water tanks, and internal components to remove any buildup of dust, mold, or mineral deposits. This thorough cleaning process is essential for maintaining good air quality and efficient cooling performance.

Expert Inspections

Professional technicians conduct detailed inspections to identify any underlying issues that may not be immediately visible. They check for leaks, inspect the motor and fan, and ensure all electrical connections are secure. These expert insights help diagnose and fix problems early, preventing costly repairs in the future.

The Importance of Professional Care

Specialized Knowledge and Tools

Professional maintenance services have the specialized knowledge and tools required to service air coolers effectively. Technicians are trained to handle different types of coolers and are familiar with the specific needs of each model. This expertise ensures that your air cooler receives the best possible care.

Customized Maintenance Plans

Every air cooler is unique, and its maintenance needs can vary based on usage and environmental conditions. Professional services offer customized maintenance plans tailored to your cooler’s specific requirements. This personalized approach ensures that your cooler gets the precise care it needs to function efficiently.

Warranty Protection

Many air cooler manufacturers require regular professional maintenance to keep the warranty valid. By opting for professional servicing, you ensure that your cooler’s warranty remains intact, providing you with added protection and peace of mind.

Steps Involved in Professional Air Cooler Maintenance

Initial Assessment

The first step in professional maintenance is an initial assessment. Technicians evaluate the overall condition of the cooler, identify any immediate issues, and develop a maintenance plan tailored to your cooler’s needs.

Thorough Cleaning

Cleaning is a critical component of maintenance. Technicians clean the cooling pads, water tank, fan blades, and other internal components. This thorough cleaning process removes any debris or buildup that could hinder performance.

Component Inspection and Replacement

All components, including the motor, fan, and electrical connections, are inspected for signs of wear or damage. Any worn-out or faulty parts are replaced to ensure the cooler operates smoothly.

Lubrication and Adjustment

Moving parts, such as the fan and motor, are lubricated to reduce friction and wear. Adjustments are made to ensure that all components are aligned and functioning correctly.

Performance Testing

After maintenance is complete, technicians conduct performance testing to ensure that the cooler is operating at peak efficiency. They check for proper airflow, cooling capacity, and overall performance.

Expert Insights on Air Cooler Maintenance

Seasonal Maintenance

Air coolers should be serviced at the start and end of the cooling season. Pre-season maintenance ensures that the cooler is ready for use, while post-season servicing prepares it for storage, preventing issues like mold growth during the off-season.

Regular Water Changes

Regularly changing the water in the cooler’s tank is essential for maintaining good air quality and preventing mineral buildup. Professional maintenance services can advise on the best schedule for water changes based on your usage and local water quality.

Monitoring Humidity Levels

Air coolers add moisture to the air, which can be beneficial in dry climates but may cause discomfort in already humid conditions. Professional technicians can help you monitor and manage humidity levels to ensure a comfortable indoor environment.

Why Choose Ram Services and Sales?

Expertise and Experience

With years of experience in the cooling industry, Ram Services and Sales is a trusted name known for delivering high-quality cooling solutions. Our expertise ensures that you receive the best air coolers for your home, tailored to your specific needs.

Commitment to Quality

Quality is at the forefront of everything we do. From design to manufacturing, each cooler undergoes rigorous testing to ensure it meets the highest standards. Our commitment to quality guarantees that you get a product that performs reliably and efficiently.

Exceptional Customer Service

At Ram Services and Sales, we believe in providing exceptional customer service. Our team is always available to assist you with product selection, installation, and maintenance. We are dedicated to ensuring your complete satisfaction with our cooling solutions.

∴ Also Read: DIY vs. Professional Air Cooler Service: What’s Best for Nagpur?

Conclusion

Investing in professional air cooler maintenance services is essential for ensuring your cooling system’s efficiency, longevity, and performance. Regular maintenance not only enhances the cooling capacity of your air cooler but also reduces energy consumption and prolongs its lifespan. At Ram Services and Sales, we provide expert maintenance services tailored to meet the specific needs of your air cooler. By choosing professional care, you can enjoy the benefits of a well-maintained cooling system and stay comfortable all summer. Visit our website to learn more about our maintenance services and schedule your next service appointment. Ensure your air cooler is in top condition with Ram Services and Sales’ professional maintenance services and beat the heat with confidence!

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Do you ever feel like your air conditioning unit just isn’t doing enough to cool your home? Do you find yourself constantly adjusting the thermostat to try and achieve a comfortable temperature? If so, you may be wondering how to improve the cooling efficiency of your AC.

In this article, we will explore some tips and tricks for maximizing the efficiency of your air conditioning unit, so you can stay cool and comfortable all summer long. From simple maintenance tasks to more advanced upgrades, we’ve got you covered.

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steddie ☆ G ☆ wc: 682 ☆ cw: teen dads

a little snippet from my teen dads au: tiny hands, little feet

The bell on the counter dings. Steve tilts his head back with a sigh and gives Robin a sidelong look across the table.

"Nope," she says, flipping through the only magazine they have in the place. They can probably recite the whole issue from memory by now. "I got the last three people. Go work your Harrington charm so I can add another 'you suck' tally."

The bell dings again and Steve groans, kicking Robin's foot as he rounds the table and opens the door leading behind the counter.

The lobby is empty. Great, they're getting ding-dong-ditch'd now. Fan-fucking-tastic.

He rolls his eyes and is about to snatch the bell off the counter and hide it when a tiny hand reaches up and taps it again. Steve holds back a snort, because he knows that tiny hand.

He steps up to the counter and sure enough, there stands a toddler with wild chestnut curls pulled into little pigtails, wearing a pink My Little Pony t-shirt and bright blue shorts.

Steve glances around the lobby and doesn't see anybody else in sight, which means...

He puts on his best customer service voice and gives the girl a smile. "Ahoy there, little lady. How'd you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with with me?"

Of course, she doesn't completely understand any of that. She just blinks up at him and points at the pictures of ice cream.

"St'awb'y, p'ease."

Steve nods. "A wise choice, m'lady." He slides the cooler open and gives his scoop a twirl, making her giggle.

The door opens and Robin slowly peeks her head out, looking flabbergasted. "Who in the world are you talking to? Why are you talking like that?"

"Careful, Buckley," Steve nods towards the child. "There's a princess in our midst. Wouldn't want her to throw you in the dungeon for disrespect."

Robin looks at the tiny child who is watching Steve with rapt attention.

"I think she's more interested in the ice cream, actually."

Steve gasps as he puts a couple scoops into a small bowl. "Hearsay, Buckley. She'll have your head for that." He takes the bowl around the counter and kneels on one knee as if he's a knight, presenting it to her with a bowed head. "The finest strawberry ice cream in all the land, your highness."

She claps her hands and her shoes light up as she stomps her feet. "St'aw'by! T'ank, Da'y!"

Robin's eyes widen and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. "Daddy?"

"Sailor!"

Eddie Munson comes sliding into the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the waxed floor. He catches himself before he face plants and gasps like he's ran here from the other side of the mall.

"Sailor, honey, you can't run off like that!" he says around gulps of air. "About gave me a heart attack."

Steve picks the child up and scrunches his nose. "I think it might be time to give those backpack leashes a try," he tells him. "She's getting too curious for her own good."

"Wayne said I did the same thing at her age. Said it used to drive my mama crazy, trying to keep track of me." Sailor's chin is sticky with ice cream and Eddie wipes some of it off with his thumb. "You're taking after your old man a little too much, bug."

Sailor holds out her spoon. "Da'y try?"

Eddie can only huff a laugh and shake his head fondly. "Thank you, baby." He leans forward to take a bite of the offered ice cream and then turns to Steve to give him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I swear I had a hold on her. She saw the Scoops sign and then took off before I could catch her."

Steve sighs. "It looks like we're gonna have a little Road Runner on our hands."

"She definitely takes after you in that department, sweetheart," Eddie grins.

A throat clearing interrupts them and they both look at where Robin has been silently watching the three of them.

"Someone care to fill me in on all of this?"

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steddie | G | wc: 682 | teen dads

a little snippet from my teen dads au: tiny hands, little feet

The bell on the counter dings. Steve tilts his head back with a sigh and gives Robin a sidelong look across the table.

“Nope,” she says, flipping through the only magazine they have in the place. They can probably recite the whole issue from memory by now. “I got the last three people. Go work your Harrington charm so I can add another ‘you suck’ tally.”

The bell dings again and Steve groans, kicking Robin’s foot as he rounds the table and opens the door leading behind the counter.

The lobby is empty. Great, they’re getting ding-dong-ditch’d now. Fan-fucking-tastic.

He rolls his eyes and is about to snatch the bell off the counter and hide it when a tiny hand reaches up and taps it again. Steve holds back a snort, because he knows that tiny hand.

He steps up to the counter and sure enough, there stands a toddler with wild chestnut curls pulled into little pigtails, wearing a pink My Little Pony t-shirt and bright blue shorts.

Steve glances around the lobby and doesn’t see anybody else in sight, which means…

He puts on his best customer service voice and gives the girl a smile. “Ahoy there, little lady. How’d you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with with me?”

Of course, she doesn’t completely understand any of that. She just blinks up at him and points at the pictures of ice cream.

“St'awb'y, p'ease.”

Steve nods. “A wise choice, m'lady.” He slides the cooler open and gives his scoop a twirl, making her giggle.

The door opens and Robin slowly peeks her head out, looking flabbergasted. “Who in the world are you talking to? Why are you talking like that?”

“Careful, Buckley,” Steve nods towards the child. “There’s a princess in our midst. Wouldn’t want her to throw you in the dungeon for disrespect.”

Robin looks at the tiny child who is watching Steve with rapt attention.

“I think she’s more interested in the ice cream, actually.”

Steve gasps as he puts a couple scoops into a small bowl. “Hearsay, Buckley. She’ll have your head for that.” He takes the bowl around the counter and kneels on one knee as if he’s a knight, presenting it to her with a bowed head. “The finest strawberry ice cream in all the land, your highness.”

She claps her hands and her shoes light up as she stomps her feet. “St'aw'by! T'ank, Da'y!”

Robin’s eyes widen and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Daddy?”

“Sailor!”

Eddie Munson comes sliding into the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the waxed floor. He catches himself before he face plants and gasps like he’s ran here from the other side of the mall.

“Sailor, honey, you can’t run off like that!” he says around gulps of air. “About gave me a heart attack.”

Steve picks the child up and scrunches his nose. “I think it might be time to give those backpack leashes a try,” he tells him. “She’s getting too curious for her own good.”

“Wayne said I did the same thing at her age. Said it used to drive my mama crazy, trying to keep track of me.” Sailor’s chin is sticky with ice cream and Eddie wipes some of it off with his thumb. “You’re taking after your old man a little too much, bug.”

Sailor holds out her spoon. “Da'y try?”

Eddie can only huff a laugh and shake his head fondly. “Thank you, baby.” He leans forward to take a bite of the offered ice cream and then turns to Steve to give him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I swear I had a hold on her. She saw the Scoops sign and then took off before I could catch her.”

Steve sighs. “It looks like we’re gonna have a little Road Runner on our hands.”

“She definitely takes after you in that department, sweetheart,” Eddie grins.

A throat clearing interrupts them and they both look at where Robin has been silently watching the three of them.

“Someone care to fill me in on all of this?”

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Hummingbird Has Landed, ch 16

Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

After the debacle of his failed engagement and relocating to Washington to take charge of his task force, newly minted Special Agent Marcus Pike is ready to get back out into the dating pool once more. A slew of bad dates has him feeling a little down, and he takes an old friend up on an invitation to get away and get his head on straight. Imagine his surprise when he finds not only fresh air, but his soulmate as well - hiding in plain sight but in the unlikeliest of places.

Rating: M for Mature but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 10.6k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: occasional mention of American politics, pregnant character, food/alcohol consumption, mentions of clothing/regulated dressing for occasions, mentions of therapy because we believe in self care here, reader is in a previous relationship, love triangle, reader is mentioned as turning 30 during the course of the story, dom/sub dynamics* Tooth-decaying sweetness, talk of pregnancy/impregnation, fleeting mention of everyone's least favorite Pike cousin. Summary: A bridal shower, a night out, and an evening babysitting that all have surprises of their own. Notes: Happy pride month, Pedro Nation! We're edging closer to the end of this story at a brisk pace. Just a few more chapters before the epilogue 🧡✨

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"Birdie, stop." The stern but loving words are an order as Sydney places both of her hands on your shoulders and demonstrates a slow, steady breath for you for the second time today. "Amelia and Sean have the whole party under control. Your wedding planner has done an immaculate job planning this bridal shower and my sous chef knows this menu like the back of his hand." Her thumbs press gently into your bare shoulders, the edges of your Jackie Kennedy-esque pastel 60s shift dress not quite covering your shoulders and making you feel much cooler on this hot July afternoon. You're both wearing white gloves, completing the ensembles you've chosen, but at this moment you're much less worried about propriety than other things. "It's going to be fun, you just have to chill out."

"I know." The closer the wedding gets the more anxious you get about absolutely everything, and you take a deep breath because Sydney is completely right. You need it. "Is it dumb to wish Marcus was here? I'm so jealous that the guys are all at a Nationals game today."

“I’m jealous too, but I also know that Marcus and Juan would love nothing more than to be right here.” She reminds you with a grin. “Firmly inserted up our asses, which is where they like to stay.”

"Only because you told Juan you wanted to wait for another baby," you snort under your breath, shaking your head at your best friend. "I think I just want everybody here and for things to be underway. Bridal showers can be brutally boring and I just don't want today to be like that for anyone."

“I didn’t mean like that.” She huffs, rolling her eyes and grinning at you. “Do you honestly think your bridal shower is going to be boring?” She asks, stepping back and gesturing to your outfits. “We are dressed up as famous women that have made significant contributions to our society, we are having our now famous tea service, and we have booze.”

It's true to say that this is not anyone's average bridal shower. The Famous Women of History theme had gone over wonderfully with guests and the tea service now being run each and every weekend by the inn has been written up in multiple publications all over the country. Even if you only had those two things going for you, you would be miles ahead of other parties. You soften into a smile, bolstered by her confidence. "Your Julia Child costume is immaculate, by the way."

Sydney immediately adopts the characteristic accent that Julia was so well known for. “Of course!” She agrees, grinning. “Who would not want to be me?”

Accents have never been your forte, but you aim for something vaguely Transatlantic and fall comically short when you reply: “No one I can think of, darling.”

Sputtering out a laugh, she grabs your hand. “Come on Jackie.” She teases. “We’ve got a party to go to.”

The gallery hall that has been rented for the party is stunning. Paintings hang immaculately on the wall and a baby grand piano sits at the ready, while small table for four or six guests each dot the area facing a larger, longer table. The pastel color palette is perfect, welcoming without being babyish, and you soften a little to look around and see flower petals sprinkled artfully over each table, brightening up the place settings and name cards. “No centerpieces, so we have room for the tea towers,” you hum, checking out each table. “It’s perfect, Syd.”

“I thought you would like that, letting the food decorate.” She beams at the compliment but she is more excited to celebrate you.

“I absolutely love it.” Simple and classy, that’s what the decor is, and you give your best friend a squeezing hug as people start to arrive.

The group is a mixture of family and friends. Everyone from Marcus’s side comes out, with the exception of one, which no one misses Hannah here if they were pressed for an opinion. The mood is festive and despite the invitation saying presents aren’t necessary, no one comes empty handed.

Your own side of the invitation list is a tad smaller, but no less enthusiastic. The girls from game night are all dressed as famous authors, including Sydney’s sister AnnaLeigh as Mary Shelley with a big heart necklace, and Selena is wearing a Rockford Peaches uniform for all the women baseball players she idolized growing up. Even Sydney and AnnaLeigh’s mother has come in from Philadelphia, dressed as Marie Curie with glowing jewelry to bring in the ‘radiation’ aspect.

It’s a given fact that your mother will always arrive last to any gathering, but she makes a hell of a splash arriving in her Votes for Women sash and the costume that she has worn for every Halloween party for your entire life. "Alice Paul." You laugh when she comes over to give you a tight hug. "I almost thought you might go for something else but it has to be Alice Paul. But I see you've gotten a new hat. It's perfect."

“Of course.” She snorts, grinning at you. “How could it be anything else? Birdie, this looks amazing.” She gushes. “Your bridal shower is gorgeous.”

"We said no gifts," you laugh half-heartedly, seeing the boxes and bags and assorted packages on the table by the door to the gallery. "I mean we knew most people wouldn't listen, but really it's so sweet of everyone."

“Honey, people are so happy for you and Marcus.” Your mother reminds you with a soft smile and a hug around your waist. “I’m sure that they just want you to know how loved you are.”

"We're very lucky." That is the least of it, but of course you're very lucky. Having the love of your life is about the luckiest thing you could possibly ask for in the world. Today is the icing on the proverbial tea cake, as far as you're concerned. But it's wonderful to get to see all the ladies of your family. "If you like what's been set up, then you should make Amelia Sharma your official event planner," you tell your mother, before seeing your sister spinning around the room like a whirlwind. "I think Junie likes it, too."

She hums as she looks over at your younger sister. “Is she— Jane Goodall?” She frowns slightly as she tries to understand the costume that she is wearing.

"Of course she is." It doesn't surprise you one bit, and you offer your mother a cheeky grin. "Her childhood hero. I would expect nothing less of Junebug."

“There was a time that your sister insisted that we adopt a gorilla.” Your mother snorts. “So I don’t doubt that at all.”

"Do you know why she stopped asking?" The smirk on your face is unapologetic, but considering you were not more than eleven or twelve at the time your baby sister insisted on wanting a gorilla for a sibling, you think it was still a clever comeback. "I told her we already had Alex."

Your mother rolls her eyes and sighs. “That’s why?” She huffs. “You always liked to try to rock the boat.” It’s an affectionate chiding and she is grinning while she delivers the chastisement.

"It only took her her entire childhood to be able to have a pet," you tease back. "Are you even the least bit surprised she named the rescue puppy Koko?"

“Not in the least.” Your mother admits with a wistful smile. “Just like I know Koko will go with Junie when she moves out.”

“All three of your kids have their soulmates, Ma.” You nudge her affectionately, and the warm and proud smile on her face grows with the reminder. “You might have a quiet White House next term if we all end up settled down and domestic.”

“All I’ve ever wanted was for the three of you to find your happiness.” She takes your hand and squeezes it. “My dreams and goals have never been any of yours, your paths are different from mine.”

“And we appreciate the fact that you recognize that. More than you could possibly know.” It would be easy for her to be blind to it, after all. Or to find the three of you unambitious because you don’t have goals as lofty as hers. But a small business owner, a future lawyer, and a future veterinarian are nothing to sniff at. You squeeze her hand back and tilt your head toward the other side of the room. “Come on, Mom. I sat you with Donna and with Syd’s mother. The Mom Table.”

“The Mom Table.” She hums. “I appreciate that. Donna and I have fabulous conversations.”

“It’s such a relief that you guys get along.” Of any two mothers in the world, you know your own mother and your future mother-in-law feel very strongly about wanting the best for their kids, so you’re glad they agree on what the definition of best is.

“I couldn’t imagine a world where we didn’t get along, to be honest.” Your mother admits. “I have been giving serious thought to having Donna appointed to a member of my cabinet.”

After staring at her for a few seconds you just blow a raspberry and shrug, letting out a small laugh. “I honestly can’t even tell if you’re joking.”

She frowns for a moment. “Why would I be joking?” She asks. “I don’t think that she accept Surgeon General, since we have a fantastic doctor in that role, but I think that she would be amazing at guiding our country forward through the mental health crisis that is emerging.”

You gape slightly, mouth open, and shut it again twice more like a fish before trying to talk again. “So you’re going to create a government position for a mental health professional alongside the Surgeon General…and offer it to Donna Pike?”

“Mental health is linked to physical health.” She has been considering this a lot and it’s the first time she’s mentioned it outside of her private office. “I think a practicing therapist and doctorate of physiology would understand the shortcomings of our current healthcare system and help put protocols in place to improve our mental health as a nation.”

“In no way do you need to convince me of the ongoing mental healthcare crisis in this country. I see my therapist every two weeks like clockwork.” Stopping in your tracks, you level your mother with a serious expression. “I think it’s a fantastic idea. Regardless of whether or not you appoint Donna, mental health needs to be made a more important conversation.”

“Absolutely.” She nods. “Would you mind if I broached the subject with her? Nothing would interfere with your wedding, or any wedding related activities.”

"Not at all." She doesn't need your blessing but it's nice of her to ask for it. "Why don't you guys have a walk around the gallery after tea? Talk all you like."

“After the party.” She won’t take away from this time for anything in the world, but your approval was important to her.

"In that case?" When you reach the table you show her which seat is hers and gladly accept another hug. "She's going to be in town all week. I bet she'd love some sweet tea on the White House lawn."

“I’ll have to have her put on my schedule then.” She shoots you a wink and sits down so you can focus your attention to other guests. “Go, mingle.”

There are a whole lot of people to mingle with. That was part of the point, of course, and getting to see more of the Pike family for the first time since April is a welcome occasion. When you eventually get to sit down at your table, it's a sigh of relief to be with your closest friends.

Champagne is distributed, although this isn’t supposed to be a boozy event. It is however a historical nod towards gilded age. The sous chef that is in charge of the menu starts to have the staff bring out the tiered tea service trays.

"So." When the tray for the six of you goes in the middle of the table between you, Sydney, Selena, AnnaLeigh, June, and Issy, you narrow your eyes at all of them. "When do I get to actually know something about my bachelorette party?"

“Nope.” Selena pops back, a grin on her face as she takes a demure sip of her drink. “Just that you are going to love it.”

"A hint?" You beg, trying to look suitably pathetic for your friends. You know it will be great, whatever they have planned, and you do love surprises. But they have been remarkably good at keeping this under their hats. "Are we talking a day? A night? Travel? Doing something at home?"

“It’s going to be fun.” Junie supplies unhelpfully with a knowing smirk. She knows how much you want to know about this and it’s been a huge planning event for all of them. They even created a group chat without you to organize it.

"Seriously, guys?" Snorting at them as you all start to pick through the assortment of finger sandwiches on the bottom tier of the tower, you just shake your head. "Fine. But be prepared for me to ask a million and a half questions while I'm trying to outfit plan."

“We’ve already got your outfit planned.” Sydney tells you. “Don’t worry. We will be bringing it when we get you.”

"You're kidding me?" They have been extremely thorough – extremely thorough – it seems, and you huff at the lot of them playfully. "You guys really thought of everything, didn't you?"

“It’s our chance to make sure that all you do is show up and enjoy yourself.” Anna Leigh snorts. “Even your bridal shower had you planning things. And you can’t tell me you didn’t because that would be a lie.”

"I like to plan things," you remind her, even to the point where you automatically pick up the teapot from beside you and start pouring for your friends. "I might not be as good as Juan, but it's fun."

“But there are times where you deserve to be treated.” Selena adds. “Your bachelorette party is one of them. We do promise that no scandals will erupt from the night. No strippers have been hired.”

"We will be saving that for Junie, I'm sure." It's really just to get a reaction out of your little sister and her face wrinkles immediately.

“Eeeew, no.” She snorts. “The last thing I want is for some strange, naked man to rub on me.”

"Couldn't agree more, baby sis." You fill up her teacup and hand it back across the table. "Could not agree more."

“No, I don’t think any of us would want that.” Selena huffs. “I think you would be too busy thinking about my cousin, as gross as that is.” She teases playfully.

"I could completely freak you out if I wanted to." The silent confirmation of that fact is the necklace you've worn almost every day since Valentine's Day, and you unconsciously touch the heart-shaped charm where it lies just under the collar of your dress and under the string of pearls that goes with your costumes. "Get all lovey-dovey and thoroughly gross you out."

“Please don’t.” She grimaces and everyone at the table laughs. “I am related to him, and despite what Hannah thinks, I don’t sleep with my cousins.” She snorts. “Just because I’m from Texas doesn’t mean I’m into that kind of crap.”

"Nobody reasonable thinks you do." It really is sort of a blessing that Hannah Pike couldn't come to DC this weekend, being stuck on a mandatory business trip. Keeping the bridal shower drama free is important to everyone. "For a fully different topic, did everybody bring their song request for the wedding band if you have one? I promised I would send the list of requests in this week."

The topic on much nicer things, the party goes into full swing and Sydney makes sure to glance around at the tables to see the reactions of the tea service.

"I'm calling it." Issy says, halfway through the tea service when the savory tea towers around the room are switched out with sweet options. "You're going to have at least three people wanting to reserve tables for afternoon tea at the inn after this party. Maybe up to five."

“It would be good.” Sydney hums. “The tea service has been good for business. The restaurant is now full most of the day. And guests at the inn have even requested tea trays to their rooms.”

"We're pretty much booked solid through to the end of the year." Which is startling considering it's only July, but the inn has been packed. "Tea service reservations have been filling up, too. Which reminds me," you glance around the table after snagging a teacup full of lemon tiramisu. "When we get back from the honeymoon, I want to take all of you guys and Alex and David out for a night. To say thank you for how much help you've all been and show my gratitude. And no protests, I know you've all put immense money and time into these wedding events. I'm grateful."

"I heard something about a special pianist?" Not knowing a whole lot about the classical music scene despite enjoying it, you had just smiled and nodded when your mother mentioned it.

“Yes, I’m sure he will be here soon.” Sydney smiles as she looks around the room. “I wonder how it will sound in here, I’m sure it will be gorgeous.”

“Will I get called cheesy if I say it’s just as perfect as everything else has been?” Of course there have been hiccups along the way — most notably the night of the engagement party — but they’ve been handled and haven’t affected how lovely the road to your wedding has been. It’s been an absolute fairy tale.

“Of course you will.” Junie grins. “But that’s okay, because you are cheesy.”

“You’ll be cheesy too,” you assure your little sister. “In a couple of years when we’re doing all this for you.”

“I don’t want a big wedding.” She shrugs. “I appreciate you doing this so I can claim that it was too much.”

“Glad to do my duty as your big sister.” That has you raising your teacup in salute, a gesture echoed around the table. “But things with Dylan are good?” Junie and her soulmate have been together just as long as you and Marcus, but you’re grateful to see them moving much slower. There’s no need to rush at their age.

“They are wonderful.” Instantly her grin softens and her eyes take on the moony quality she is constantly teasing you about. “Really, really good. His parents like me, so that’s a plus. His mom cried when she met me, happy that her son had finally found his soulmate.”

“Good.” Junie’s been so happy this last year and more. It’s been bleeding into every aspect of her life and you swear even her GPA is up just by proxy of being in a better mood so she’s less grouchy about studying. “Just as long as nobody’s pressuring you guys about moving faster than you’re comfortable with.”

“No, I think that Dylan wants to move in together soon.” She admits with a grin. “And I don’t mind that.”

The table going silent and still for a long moment before breaking out into squeaks of glee, each woman reaching for Junie or hugging her from the side as she expresses the sweetness and happiness of that news in her own words. “Our little Junebug is growing up,” you huff softly, carefully wiping away a sentimental tear so as not to smudge your makeup. “Whatever you need, you have all of us and Alex and David and Marcus and Mom and Dad—” The length of the list makes you pause, and laugh softly. “You have so many people who love you, Junie. And we’ll be here to help you with anything you need.”

“I know.” She does know that her family loves her, her given and made families. It’s something that gives her comfort and joy in knowing that she doesn’t have to be alone. “But right now, we have a bride to celebrate and that is my big sister.” She tells you. “A woman I have looked up to my entire life.”

“Well gosh.” You exaggerate the word and wipe your hands down your face like Goofy blushing in a Disney cartoon. “I love you too, Junebug. Being your big sister is a privilege.”

“I know.” She quips, making everyone laugh and distracting you as a man in a suit walks in and quickly strides to the piano to sit down.

“I don’t think I could eat another bite but I want to.” Selena sighs, and you hum your agreement with teacup in hand. The food, as is the custom for anything coming out of Sydney’s kitchen, has been both endless and utterly delicious.

No one notices him, except your mother, until the first sound of a key strike from the piano is heard. Conversation stops and heads turn as the broad-shouldered man starts to play, his back to his audience.

You recognize the song immediately. La Vie en Rose is the song that you played for Marcus the night you confessed that you had feelings for him and it has been your song for the entirety of your relationship. It's even what you have planned for your first dance at your wedding. So to hear it now brings a tear to your eye even before you look up to watch whatever mysterious musician your mother has hired.

Except you know those broad shoulders. The haircut he got barely a week ago. The cut of that suit. The charcoal suit that he likes to wear with a blue shirt to offset the dark tone. But since when does Marcus play piano?

Another man enters the room, a violin on his shoulder as he starts to slowly join in the song as Marcus plays. His shoulders move as his fingers caress the keys and pull the song out of them that has become so special to him.

One by one, a full band strolls into the room with their instruments to join the tune, and all you can do is try to ebb the flow of tears welling up in your eyes. By the time the song swells, there are six more musicians in the room with Marcus, and you're suddenly convinced that all those golfing trips with your father have been a cover for the time he must have spent learning piano for this moment.

The song comes together beautifully. The building design is actually perfect to echo the harmonious stringed instruments. Making Marcus smile as he works through the song.

You aren’t really sure at what point during the song you pushed away from the table, open mouthed shock in your face but with so much love and gratitude in your heart for this man that a few tears have spilled over while he plays. This is true proof, at least to you, of how thoughtfulness between partners can make moments that last a lifetime.

Marcus feels you staring at him, making him wonder if you recognize that it's him. He smiles softly as the song slowly starts to wind down after an extended verse, one he had added himself.

The whole room is on their feet with applause, but your feet are on a wholly different mission — carrying you forward through the gallery to throw your arms around Marcus’s neck almost the second he’s stood up from the piano bench. There are tears, of course there are, but they’re such joyful ones that when you sniffle in his ear and chastise him for keeping such a secret, he knows you don’t mean it.

Marcus holds you close and when you pull back just the tiniest bit, he is pressing his lips to yours. “Sorry for crashing your party, but I wanted to give you your wedding present early.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you insist, not quite understanding what he means but over the moon that he’s here. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He promises, admiring your outfit and reaching up and caressing your cheek. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Even more than I already was.” Kissing him again gets a soft Awwe! from your assembled friends and family and you fluster a little. “Are you staying for the rest?”

“I don’t want to take away from the festivities.” He winks at you. “Besides, I still have a game to go watch with the guys.”

A soft pout only makes him chuckle quietly, but it earns you another kiss so that will have to be enough for now. “Then I expect you to come pick me up so we can sort through all the shower gifts at home tonight. Deal?”

"I will be here." He promises with a small chuckle. "I want to see how adorably drunk you get while you are celebrating with your ladies."

“Just tipsy enough to be cute,” you promise him. But before he can wave to your friends and make his exit, you place one soft hand on his chest. “You changed the song,” you observe quietly, as though it has only just occurred to you.

He smiles, eyes lighting up as you recognize that the song was longer than it should have been. "I added a lyric." He admits. "You'll hear it," he promises as he takes your hand and bows slightly like a gentleman would as he kisses it. "It will be in my wedding vows to the most beautiful woman I know."

Rather than your usual self-deprecation or teasing Oh yeah? When do I get to meet her? you find it impossible to do anything but smile and moon at him with the most lovestruck expression on your face as he makes his exit.

"When did Marcus learn to play the piano?" Selena walks up to you, wide eyed and obviously impressed with the display and a little envious of the lengths that her cousin will go to in order to show you the depths of his love for you. She can only hope her own soulmate would be as equally devoted.

“My guess?” When you turn around to face Selena, she looks as dreamy as you feel. “The regular golfing trips with my dad have actually been piano lessons.”

"Oh...you think?" It's entirely plausible, especially because Marcus spends all his free time with you beyond the golfing trips. "That's probably the sweetest damn thing I've ever heard."

“That’s…” you sniffle, wiping away the last bit of sentimental water from your eye. “That’s Marcus.” Perfect, wonderful, sweet Marcus.

"You deserve everything wonderful." Your mother comes up, flanked by Donna. "Marcus wanted to surprise you and give you a...'grand gesture'?" She tilts her head curiously.

“Learning to play piano so he can play our song and write a new lyric for it definitely counts as a grand gesture.” If you’re smiling half as hard as you think you are, you must be beaming. “It’s…something I did for him. My grand gesture was when I told him I loved him for first time. This is his.”

It's very sweet and very on point for the two of you. Donna smiles softly. "Marcus must have love that. So often he is the one to give a grand gesture."

“That’s why I did it,” you admit, knowing that it makes you an incredibly sappy couple together. “Because he deserves just as much love as he gives.”

"You are perfect for him." She coos, making your mother smile and shake her head. "By the time the wedding comes around, you'll be asking for a fireworks airshow with the Blue Angels and the Marine Corp marching band." She teases.

“Oh gosh.” The sound of it is sweet and very grand, but you shake your head and laugh right along with both mothers. “I think that might be a bit much. Even for us.”

Everyone laughs and your mother smiles softly. "Well, how about we move on to your gifts?" She asks, turning towards the table that stacked with boxes and bags. "There's quite a few to go through."

“There’s so many.” Unpacking the car with Marcus back at the house after the party is like unloading clowns from a Volkswagen Bug. “Didn’t we say that gifts weren’t necessary? We even listed a non-profit on the invitations for people to donate to instead.”

His eyes widen at the stack of gifts, and he chuckles, his hands on his hips as he determines the best way to attack the mound of boxes. "They love you. Or they just wanted to give you one hundred toasters." He glances back at you. "They aren't all toasters, are they?"

“Maybe,” you tease, looping your arm through the handles of all the gift bags on one half of the backseat. Just because you know what all the gifts are already doesn’t mean you’re going to spoil it for him. “I guess you’re just going to have to find out.”

"That's a lot of toasters." He huffs, shaking his head.

"Come on, baby." Leaning over, you smack a kiss to his cheek and grin, happy to be home. "Let's get this stuff inside and you can open everything while I enter who gave us what into a spreadsheet. I am not getting behind on thank you cards this early in the game."

Despite the fact that you no longer have to go up to the third floor or carry everything through the inn, it still takes several trips from the car to the house. "Did they buy out a Home Goods?" He grunts, finally bringing the last of the packages in.

"Two, I think." He's hauled everything into the living room, but you're in the kitchen grabbing drinks. "Do you want alcohol, caffeine, or to hydrate, babe?"

"I think we need to hydrate." His answer is slightly because of the heat, somewhat of how giggly you had been when you were picked up, and because it's too late for coffee.

"Two waters coming right up." You also grab your laptop from the kitchen table where you had left it this morning, and bring everything over to him on the big sectional sofa in the living room. "Where do you want to start, my love?"

"I honestly don't know." He huffs, "I guess we just go from one side of the room to the other?"

"Start with the thing closest to you, then." The spreadsheet is all made and ready to go, all you have to do is sit back and sip on your water as you enter data into it and Marcus marvels over the gifts that your friends and family decided would be perfect for your home. "The big box on your right is from your Aunt Clara."

"Okay, the big box." Marcus nods and moves towards it. "Have you already written down what everyone got us, or do you need to do that now?"

"Sydney did the typical bridesmaid with a notebook thing at the shower," you assure him. "Right now I'm just noting down if we have any specific reactions or ideas that I include in the thank you cards. Like 'Oh, Great-Aunt Martha, this electronic toaster is fantastic, we can't wait to make the fanciest grilled cheeses known to man.' Or whatever."

"Soooooo many toasters." He grunts, grinning at you before he opens the first box and finds the impressive looking espresso maker. "Huh...that's not going to toast bread, but I think I like it."

"It's definitely not." Giggling a little at how his eyebrows have raised, you tap the side of the box to draw his attention to the machine's advertised settings. "This is the model up from what we had on our registry. It's even fancier than what we picked out."

"Well damn Aunt Clara." He snorts, looking suitable impressed by the higher model machine. It will look good in the kitchen that currently sports a regular drip coffee pot. "We do have her sitting at a good table at the reception, right?"

"I think I have her at a table with David's parents because they're all scrapbook people." You glance up from your laptop and raise an eyebrow at him. "David's parents have already said they're making a scrapbook of the wedding, by the way."

"Interesting." He hums quietly, wondering if that will be something that you love or end up hating.

"However it ends up looking, it will be done with love." Pointing to the next bag to Marcus's right, you urge him on, trying to building momentum. "Next?"

He picks up at bag. "And who is this lovely gift from?" He asks, showcasing it playfully.

"That is from my baby sister." Scolding Junie had done no good, she just grinned at you and gleefully handed it over when it was time.

“Oh?” He hums as he opens it up and pulls out an organizer. “Ummmmm.”

“Flip it open,” you urge him, knowing that Junie put quite a lot of thought into the gift and he’ll like it once he realizes what he’s holding.

Once he opens it, he realizes what it is for. “Oh wow.” It’s an organizer, but it’s not for a single year. It’s for the two of you for your lifetime. Some pages are meant to be filled out separately, before your time together, but the majority is for you to record your major life events. Marriage, children, buying houses, moving. All organized into a beautiful leather binding that can be lovingly preserved for future generations.

“Our life together, between two covers.” Or, it will be, when you’re sitting together as old folks reminiscing as you fill the last pages. “Junie’s getting sentimental now that she has Dylan. It’s actually very sweet.”

“Dylan is showing her that emotional attachments are not just reserved for animals.” He has talked to the younger man several times and found him to be extreme nice and caring. That positive reinforcement has seemingly broken your younger sister out of her shell.

“Apparently they’re talking about moving in together.” It’s still a little unbelievable that you heard that out of your own sister’s mouth, but you absolutely couldn’t be happier for them Junie really does deserve the best and she’s been so happy since finding her soulmate.

"Oh yeah?" He looks both impressed and surprised. They are moving faster than he imagined, although it is still slow for some soulmates. "As long as they don't feel pressured."

“She said it was his idea and she seems so totally over the moon about it.” Flipping through the book together, there are some pages — engagement, moving in together, first house — that you can already fill out. “She thanked me for having the big public wedding so she doesn’t have to.”

That makes him laugh, a totally Junie thing to say since the younger sibling likes the spotlight even less that you do, although you handle it better. "I'm so glad we can help her out like that." He snorts. "I see Junie honestly doing a court house wedding with a small little family reception."

“I told both of my siblings when I bought the inn, that they just have to say the word and it’s their wedding site.” You shrug lightly and lean your head on Marcus’s shoulder. “I hope at least one of them takes me up on it, but we’ll see.”

"I think that it will be your brother." Marcus admits, shrugging slightly. "Whoever wants to use it, they will have a ton of help."

“Yes they will.” And it’s a comforting thought, considering how much work you now know a wedding to be. Marcus had tried to warn you, but you had been an enthusiastic new bride who dove in headfirst. Well, at least it’s been fun in addition to being a lot. “Want to open the next one?”

It takes forever to go through the stack of gifts, none of them were repeated surprisingly enough. It must have taken some behind the scenes coordination that you and Marcus weren't aware of. Maybe you should be considering everyone's love of surprises.

“If we recycle all this wrapping paper, we won’t have to buy more for a year.” Slumped back on the couch, both you and Marcus are boggled all over again by the amount of packages there were to open, but you made it.

“A year? Try three.” He jokes, shaking his head. “If you never knew how loved you are, you should know now.”

“This is for both of us,” you remind him, looking around at the piles of gifts you received today. Housewares, linens, gardening things, and decor amongst others.

"It's a bridal shower, not a groom's shower." He reminds you with a grin and drops a kiss on your nose. "You're loved, just admit it."

“I am loved.” That much you’ll agree to, dopey smile and all. “And I love you right back.”

He smirks and kisses your nose again. "Okay....we have our list, do you want to start messing with this stuff or tuck it away in that nice, empty storage room off the laundry room?"

“Why don’t we put each pile in the room where it belongs? It will be incentive to put it away.” You smirk at him and bop his nose with your finger. “Since you hate piles, it’ll bug you until we put everything away.”

"I feel like you are using that against me." He huffs, and shakes his head even as he starts to reach for the items to organize them for the rooms.

“Only in that it keeps me motivated too.” The pile for the kitchen is the largest so you move to that, first. “The fact that you’re happiest in a clean house makes me want to keep clean.”

“But if you’re tired, the dishes or laundry or whatever else can wait.” He promises. “Or I can do it my damned self if it’s bothering me that badly.”

“Oh, I’m not saying I feel pressured.” This stack is going to take several trips, you find rather immediately. The espresso maker is one trip in and of itself. “I’m saying you keep me honest, and I appreciate it.”

He chuckles and even though his hands are also full, he manages to shift everything to slap your ass as you pass by him. “Good to know.”

“So where are we going?” June asks, though she and Dylan are following dutifully behind as the six of you — her and Dylan, you and Marcus, and Alex and David leave Friday night dinner together. David had invited the siblings and soulmates out someplace but she can’t remember where.

"It's a surprise." David throws her a cheeky grin and a wink. "It wouldn't be any fun if I told you were we were going."

"Well, whatever it is, he has the blessing of the Secret Service," you note, glancing around the group of six of you to see the three agents giving you all a wide birth as you walk out to your cars. "Or is that just because we have Marcus?"

"I would like to think I have a little pull." Marcus teases, tapping your hip as he guides you towards your car. "Maybe not as much as I give myself credit for. But Agent Bailey appreciates the security around the house."

"She also appreciates that you built her an office with a daybed," Alex points out, smirking a little as he leans into his soulmate's side.

"I figured it was the least we could do." Marcus huffs. "The house is completely secure and that way whoever is with us can catch a nap."

“Step up, little brother.” Teasing between the six of you is natural, but of course it’s heaviest between the three siblings. “When you move out of the White House, make sure you have an extra bedroom for your agent.”

Alex snorts and shakes his head. "I'm honestly hoping that by that time, I can opt out of agents."

“I have to be honest…” As you walk, you glance back at the lagging agents and back at your siblings. “I’m pretty sure Mom exaggerated the mandatory part of our protection detail to us. But a lot of people were mad about the first female President being elected and I get how she would want us protected.”

"Yeah, I know." Alex snorts, shooting you a grin. "I looked up the rules before the detail ever was assigned." He admits with a shrug. "It gives her peace of mind and it's one less thing she has to worry about while she's busy being the most important person in the U.S."

“Maybe we’ll ask her to ease up next term.” Junie theorizes, shrugging as the group of you reach your cars. “Maybe not. By then, Birdie and Marcus will have produced at least one or two First Grandbabies, so she might double down on them and let me and Alex off the hook.”

"No." Marcus shakes his head. "We aren't going to have agents follow the babies around. I don't even think that's allowed for a protection detail."

“He’s joking.” David assures him, nudging his soulmate toward the car with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

"Follow you?" Marcus asks Dave as he opens the passenger door for you. Agent Bailey had followed in her car since Marcus's car is a government vehicle with the appropriate plates. It gives you just a few more moments of privacy.

“Yup.” The younger man nods and then tilts his head to June and Dylan as well. “It’s not far. Be there in no time.”

As soon as Marcus climbs in beside you, he asks the question while he's buckling his seatbelt. "So where do you think we are going?" He asks. "It's odd, right? Going off after dinner like this?"

"It's a little weird," you admit, buckling in as Marcus pulls out of the White House driveway behind your brother and his soulmate. "But more like a callback than anything else. When we would have big family dinners back in Philly, sometimes we would all go out after and shoot the shit somewhere. Usually in somebody's backyard or we'd go out to the suburbs where we knew we could find a pond or something to sit and stargaze. Our parents never minded as long as we all stuck together and didn't do anything illegal."

He hums, wondering if Alex and David just want to have a moment with Alex's siblings and their soulmates. Maybe they wanted to plan something for your mom and dad's anniversary. He knows there's nothing malicious, so he just follows the car in front of him and snorts at the six car motorcade that is winding through the city.

The National Mall is largely deserted when your little parade arrives well after dark on this arbitrary August night. There are very few people around, and none at all at the base of the Washington Monument when David pulls his car to a stop and everyone else follows suit behind him.

"The Washington Monument?" Marcus puzzles as he puts the car into park and glances at you, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Interesting."

"Don't look at me," you shrug, but point out the windshield where David and Alex have climbed out of their car already. "This is it, though."

You and Marcus join and equally confused Junie and Dylan, unsure of what the plan is as David shuffles you all together and towards the monument.

"So..." Alex starts, looking around at the confused group of you with a grin. "You're probably wondering why we brought you out here at night instead of when the Monument is actually open, but I promise it makes sense."

“Marcus and Dylan are new to this." David acknowledges, looking at the other two men. The other two soulmates to the First Kids. His adopted brothers in arms in a way that no one else can ever quite understand. "But when we were growing up, we used to stargaze all the time. And a couple of weeks ago...the night after Birdie's bridal shower...we were sitting out here after dark and we got to talking."

Alex shuffles slightly and reaches for his soulmate's hand. "David and I have decided to come out, officially." He tells you, a small - but determined - smile on his face. He's nervous, of course he is, but he's also tired of denying his love for the boy he will spend the rest of his life with. It's not fair to either of them.

"Oh my god..." June breathes, lighting up just a split second before you squawk the same words in a much more exuberant, excited tone.

"Oh my god, oh my GOD!" Both sisters sprint forward to wrap their arms around Alex and David, squeaking and babbling and giggling in absolute glee. The thing that has made their brother unhappy the most consistently in his life is staying in the closet – and that time is finally ending.

Marcus and Dylan hang back, allowing the siblings to smother the couple in affection before moving in with hugs and handshakes of their own. "Congratulations on making that decision." Marcus murmurs, knowing that sometimes doing the right thing is the hardest thing. "We will be right there beside you, for anything you need."

"You guys have been dealing with plenty of media bullshit over the last year and a half." David shakes Marcus's hand gratefully. "Any advice you have would be appreciated and valued."

Marcus chuckles, knowing that is the absolute truth. "Anytime. I would be glad if you and Alex don't have to go through any of that bullshit."

"Whatever comes our way, we want to try to be the best examples we can be for other people who have been afraid to be themselves." For as long as David has been thinking about this, personally, he's grateful to be surrounded by so much support. "It's...it's a lot to think about. And to process. But I think we're finally ready."

"That is great." Marcus grins, loving how completely besotted you look at the two of them as you squeeze Alex again. You have worried about him, often sounding out those worries to Marcus and this has to be a relief for you.

"Oh god, are you crying?" Alex huffs at you, trying to diffuse his own emotional reaction by teasing you about yours. You're both wiping at your faces anyway so it's all even in the end. "Of course I am!" And you're not even sorry about it either, as you squeeze both of your brother's cheeks in your hands. "I'm so proud of you that I don't even know if I can think of an insult to temper it right now."

"I didn't think it would garner this dramatic of a reaction." David jokes, moving over to Alex and slightly pulling him away from you. "But since the tears have already started...." He grins and one hand flicks away the tears under his soulmate's eye and he sighs softly. "There's another reason why I brought you out here."

"Please tell me it's to teach my sister that tears are contagious," Alex jokes, not sensing the deep tonal shift that is rippling through the group, starting with David.

David laughs, once again struck by how perfect Alex is. His thumb rubs the back of his hand and he shakes his head. "No. Something more important than that." He reveals. He doesn't look around to make sure that no one is watching. The area is deserted and he knows that he would rather this moment be more about just pure love and joy than looking over his shoulder. He smiles as he shifts down to one knee in front of his soulmate. "I need to ask you a question."

"Oh my god." He might be the last of the three siblings to say the phrase in the last three minutes, but when Alex gasps his hand goes over his heart and he looks down at David in utter shock.

“We have know that we are soulmates for so long, long before I ever truly understood what the word meant.” David tells him. “You’ve been my best friend, my confidant, my shoulder to cry on, my very best and worst secret. But there’s never been a day that I haven’t loved you.” Reaching into his pocket, David pulls out a ring box and opens it to show Alex a beautiful wood and tungsten ring that has a single diamond in the center. “Will you marry me?”

The air is sucked out of the whole group as Alex works to compose himself. You and June clutch each other's hands as well as your soulmates', and Alex gulps at least four times in a silence that draws longer and longer the more he tries to hold back tears and try to think of the right thing to say. Finally he just bursts out a "YES" and lunges for David, wrapping his soulmate up in his arms and claiming a kiss as he shakes with the joy and surprise of the moment.

David laughs into the kiss, holding Alex close and his own tears of joy slip out. He had honestly had thoughts at times that they would never be here and even if their parents aren’t, he had wanted to share this with you and Junie. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He always has. Since before Alex knew what love meant, he knew he was completed irrevocably by this boy — this boy who has grown up into a thoughtful and keen-minded man that he is proud of and hated having to deny. “I love you.” He repeats, the tears streaking down his face as they stand up together, still clinging to each other and the moment.

Marcus’s phone is used to capture the moment discreetly, having figured out what it was and pulled it out quickly. He knows that they will want it later on.

You and June are jittery on an inhuman level, practically dancing in place as David slides the ring onto Alex’s finger and steps back. He’s all laughs as the three of you fling your arms around each other and cling to each other in another moment of shared joy.

“You’re next.” Alex warns Junie, practically beaming bright enough to light up the night. “Only one of us left now.”

“We’ll let you two wackos get it out of the way first,” she laughs, sniffling as she squeezes both of her big siblings. “We’re just apartment hunting. No rings yet.”

“Apartments lead to sex on every surface. Sex on every surface leads to babies.” Marcus teases, grinning broadly.

“And they can have their life and as many babies as they want without getting married,” you remind him, smirking up at your fiancé and grinning. He’s so close to being your husband. Just a few more weeks until the wedding. “If that’s what they want. Just like we want to get married, and so do Alex and David.”

“Of course they can. Notice I didn’t say anything about marriage.” He teases right back and pulls you close. “Although I’m desperate to be married to you.”

“Four weeks.” The hum in your voice is practically a pure as you lean up to nudge his nose with yours. “Just one little month left.”

“And we still don’t have a single clue about our stag parties.” He huffs, cutting his eyes over at your sister and brother with their respective soulmates. Everyone is apparently in on the secrecy for both parties. He had laughed when you had pouted about not knowing and then he had found out that Juan wouldn’t say a thing about his own party.

“And you’re just as frustrated as I am, even after teasing me.” You tilt your head back and leave a kiss on his cheek, grinning the whole time. “Whatever they have planned, they’re keeping State secrets like pros.”

“CIA level secrets.” Marcus snorts. “Your mom I understand, but I don’t get why it’s so secret.”

"They're having fun with it." And given your love of secrets, you honestly are too. You may jokingly call it torture to be left out of the loop, but it's all in good fun. The playful delight of having absolutely no idea what it expect is actually pretty fun.

“Yes they are.” He grins as he enjoys the sparkle in your eyes. “We will be finding out soon.”

"The thing is, sweet Con..." you have a tendency to talk softly to your goddaughter when you're carrying her around, and babysitting is a time when you frequently have her strapped to your chest as you pick up around Sydney and Juan's house so they can come home to an even cleaner place. Sometimes – like today – you'll do a bit of cooking or baking too. There's muffins in the oven so that your best friends can have snacks or breakfast ready and waiting for them when they have crazy mornings with their almost-one-year-old. "The thing is, midterm elections are stickier than your hands after you play in applesauce. So things are going to get very interesting."

“Hey babe, I’m back.” Marcus opens the door and lifts the bag, the diapers secured. There had been a recall on the ones his goddaughter wore and when Syd had called you, he had immediately gone out to get some new ones. “We can change diapers again.”

"Yaaaaayyyy!" You cheer in the most hushed tone possible, waving Constance's little hand in the air. She'd curled her fingers around one of yours and held on tight. "Thank you, love."

“No problem.” He grins and winks at both you and the baby. Constance likes Marcus and giggles when he comes closer. “Is she ready for one, or still good?”

"She's still good for now. No bombs while you were out, thank goodness." With her hand around your finger, you make Constance wave and the baby giggles again. She really does love Marcus.

“That’s good.” He lifts up the second bag. “I also picked up dinner. I know you are baking, but I figured we deserved some take out.”

"Ooo, what kind of take out?" With the baby held tight to your chest, you rock her a little bit as you follow Marcus into the kitchen and try to get a peek at the bag, but there is not a single logo in sight beyond the diapers.

“Figured we would change it up this time.” He waggles his brows. “Thai. And Chinese. They had this new fusion place that I saw.”

"I like that even when we change it up, we stick to Asian." While he starts unloading the bags, you keep your movement going, dancing around the room with Constance to keep her laughing. It's almost naptime, which is perfect timing. "Did I tell you I had a nightmare the other night where I couldn't tolerant Indian food while I was pregnant? Woke up terrified and craving tandoori lamb chops. Very confusing way to wake up."

“Ohhh is that why you begged me to pick up Indian on the way home on Wednesday?” He tilts his head and chuckles. “That is your version of hell.”

"It really is. Having food aversions to highly spiced foods or to chocolate will make me utterly miserable when the time comes." Constance pauses in her laughter to yawn and you look down at her, wrapping both hands around the baby at your chest. "I saw that sweet girl. Is it nap time, honey?"

“She’s so damn good.” He can’t help but melt at the sleepy baby, “why don’t I put her to bed and you can go through the food?”

"Perfect." It takes a little maneuvering to hand her over to Marcus, but she goes relatively easily. After her parents, you and Marcus are two of her favorite people. as her godparents you've been a constant presence in her life, two of her most regular babysitters, and two of the first faces that she learned. "I'll grab plates and we can load them up in here?"

“That works.” She snuggles into his chest and he sighs. Almost willing to suggest that you go off your birth control now even though you are only three weeks away from your wedding. “Come on, sweet girl.” He coos. “Let’s get you down for that nap.”

Five or so minutes later, Marcus is back downstairs with the baby cam link pulled up on his phone and Constance happily set down in her crib with her current favorite stuffed animal – the panda bear that Sydney's sister gave her when she was born.

“Why do I think that Constance is such a good baby, that Juan and Sydney will be trying for a sibling soon?” Marcus asks, patting your thigh as you watch the monitor for a moment with the most poignant yearning in your eyes.

“Syd wanted to wait a year before they tried again.” After the trauma associated with the birth of her first, you were honestly surprised Sydney only wanted to wait one year. “We’re almost to that mark, so I guess it could happen any time now.”

“Yeah.” He hums, hoping that the next one goes so much smoother for your best friend. Although, if it’s like last time, Juan has already said that will be the last child they have. He won’t risk his wife’s health anymore and Marcus can completely understand that.

“Let’s make our plates.” As much as you could sit here and stare at the baby monitor all evening, food is good and relaxing with Marcus is even better.

“Sure baby.” Since you are baby sitting, Marcus had forgone picking up a bottle of wine. While neither one of you had a problem with having some normally, it was better to be sober while caring for the little one. He stands up and offers you his hand. “Then we will stuff ourselves and find something to talk about.” He teases, knowing that it’s going to be wedding or honeymoon related. Both of you are way too excited to talk about anything else right now.

“Oh that will be so difficult to do,” you tease, happily accepting his hand and winding your own into it. “We never ever have anything to talk about.”

“Nothing at all.” He jokes. “No plans, no dreams, nothing.” The walk to the kitchen only takes a moment and he appreciates that you laid everything out. “Thanks babe.”

“You picked it up, this is the least I could do.” It only takes a few minutes to fill your plates and then you’re sitting down together at the neat little kitchen table with Marcus’s phone between you to keep an eye on the baby monitor. “I got an e-mail from the inn in Inverness, by the way.” Alright, apparently it’s honeymoon talk. “A little welcome note from the owner and suggestions of things to do or places to eat while we’re in town.”

“Oh?” He loves how accommodating they have been and he knows you will be thrilled to stay in a Scottish inn. “That is incredibly thoughtful of them. Any ideas you didn’t already have?” He smirks. “I know you want to go to those Outlander stones.”

“I got a few good ideas for visiting filming locations,” you admit, grinning at him guiltlessly. “And some recommendations for places the locals actually eat at, instead of all the tourist traps that I’ve been finding online.”

He snorts, knowing you have been doing a deep dive on where to go and what to see. It won’t be disappointing at all. “I know you will enjoy that. Taking lots of notes for Sydney.”

“I’m under orders.” Solemn ones, to take pictures and notes about foods you both try and fall in love with while you’re on your honeymoon. “Which reminds me, our dinner reservation at Shish Mahal is all set.” The Glasgow restaurant where tikka masala was first served had been declared a mandatory stop on your trip around Scotland.

“I know you are excited about that.” He grins. “Although I want to try Scottish pub food too.”

“That’s why I was glad to get the recommendations from the innkeeper.” You tell him excitedly. “So you can have plenty of old school Scottish food to feed your heritage.”

He nods, happy you are so excited about the honeymoon. It’s going to be an adventure for both of you. Despite his time in Europe, he’s never been to Scotland and neither have you, so it will be something you can both enjoy together.

“Can I…talk to you about something?” You glance over at him from watching the baby monitor, food almost entirely forgotten — almost, it smells and tastes amazing so you’re not going to forget it entirely.

“Absolutely.” Marcus knows that it won’t be anything bad. It’s just something that has obviously been milling around in your brain until you were ready to talk about it. “Hit me.”

It doesn’t require a deep breath, or concern, or any kind of worry. It’s just a gentle smile that creeps across your face like sun rays from behind a cloud. “I don’t want to wait anymore to start trying for a baby. The only reason I wanted to wait earlier was because my dress was fitted already…and we’re so close to the wedding. A few weeks won’t matter even if we’re lucky enough to get pregnant the first try.”

The food is forgotten and Marcus almost forgets how to breathe. “Are you sure?” He knows you are, but he always likes to double check. “I know I’m ready whenever you are.”

“I’ve been ready,” you admit, tucking your hand into his to hold onto him tightly. “I just didn’t want to throw a monkey wrench in our wedding when we’ve put so much work into the day.”

“Baby, I would not have cared if you were about to pop, but I know what you mean.” He rushes forward to kiss you. “When can you make the appointment?”

“I’ll call first thing in the morning and see when they can fit me in.” Of course he’s just as excited as you are. You didn’t expect anything less. “Hopefully it won’t take long.”

“The appointment or getting you pregnant?” He asks, smirking slightly at the activities that involve getting you to that condition.

“Yes.” You tease right back, poking Marcus in the side as you both laugh.

He waggles his brows playfully. “So that breeding kink can come out to play?”

“Full throttle.” And you won’t complain about it one single bit.

“Yesssssss.” He pumps a fist playfully even though he’s only half kidding. Just the idea of it has caused some extremely good nights rolling around in bed together.

“I didn’t think you would mind that.” You lift his hand to your lips to kiss his knuckles and laugh again. “I’m excited, baby. And I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.” Marcus promises softly. “And I’m going to love the day I call you Mrs. Pike almost as much as the day you tell me you are pregnant.” He smiles. “Our dreams are coming true Hummingbird.”

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So what about one of the girfriends not feeling well during the raceweeked but being stubborn about it. She ends up feeling really really poorly on race day and has to sit inside with some other wag inside hospitality or even be taken to the medical area for a bit. Maybe it's the heat or the jetlag idk,but driver ends up knowing about it after and he's worried, so he's taking care of her from them on and is grateful for their friends

Tw: sickness from heat stroke, medical visit

"I'm getting a coffee, Y/N, do you want something?", Carmen asked, "can you bring me a bottle of water, please? Cold, if possible", you asked her, seeing her nod as she got up. It was hot, that much you could say. Inside the hospitality, you were feeling okay, but the minute you set foot close to the garage, where the air outside was much more prominent, it was a different story. So, for now, you and Carmen were keeping yourselves indoor until the race started, having already wished good luck to both of your boyfriends on their race, hoping for a double Mercedes podium today.

"How did you convince Mick to let you watch the race here?", Carmen asked as she came back, handing you the cold bottle for you to place it on the nape of your neck, "I might've told him that I was fine, which I feel like I am", you said as the Spanish woman looked at you sternly, "fine-ish, but it's going to be okay, I just have to keep myself in a cooler spot, lots of water, maybe grab some ice from the catering", you joked.

Joking, however, didn't seem like such when about halfway through the race, you started having trouble in seeing the screen properly, even with your glasses on, "you're not feeling well, are you, Y/N?", Carmen asked as she got up, helping you to a cooler part of the garage, "I'm a bit dizzy", you admitted. After giving you some water and placing an ice pack on your neck and another to your wrists, you started feeling a little bit better even though you were still a bit weak.

"I think it's best if we go get you checked out", Carmen reasoned, "you're looking pale and flushed, and those two are never a good sign", she said, getting one of the media girls to help you to the medical tent hoping someone would just check if everything was fine.

"Y/N, have you been sleeping well?", the doctor asked after he took your temperature, "I've been travelling for work, and then I came here, so sleep hasn't been so easy", you clarified, "jet lag and this heat is a bad combination", he stated, "this is likely heat stroke, there's nothing else suggesting another situation, so rest up, lots of fluids, stay away from the sun as much as possible for the next few days and ice packs on your pressure and temperature points should help, too", he concluded as you nodded, thanking him.

"It looks like there might be some celebrations today, but I'd rather you stay in", he said as he showed you the final results, George and Mick getting a Mercedes 1-2 as they crossed the line.

Opting to stay in Mick's driver's room until after the podium, it didn't take long for your boyfriend to walk in, his trophy standing on Toto's counter as he checked you, "I heard what happened, are you okay?", he said, approaching you as Carmen stood back, looking for her boyfriend so she could congratulate him and give you two some privacy, "I'm fine, I just can't take the combination of hot temperatures and sleep deprivation", you smiled, hoping to soothe his worries.

Understandably, you and Mick passed on the team's dinner despite your insistence that Mick should go, "knowing Mick, he would eat very quickly and wait for the best and most polite time to come back to you, so he might as well just pass this one and we will all celebrate later when you feel better", Toto said as you smiled at his attentiveness.

"I have a bath, cool water, so we can wash the day away, I asked room service for something light for dinner and also a bucket of ice", he smiled as he helped you undress, "I know you're tired, but I promise you're going to feel better after this, liebling". Holding you with one arm under your knees and one around your back, Mick eased you into the bathtub before he got in, "don't think I won't scold you for letting me believe you were feeling better when you weren't. I'm just not going to do it now", he chuckled, kissing your shoulders as you snuggled closer to him, "thank you for looking after me", you whispered, "always, liebling, always".

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So What’s the Big Deal?

AN: this is for that one anon a while back that was asking for more wwdits fics, the nuzzling prompt was perfect for namdermo fluff! Hope y’all enjoy, here’s day 8!

Guillermo thought that maybe, just once, it might be different. His... he was hesitant to use the word friends right now, so let's just say his roommates had been fairly reasonable with him lately, especially in comparison to his early years as a familiar. Nandor wasn't completely distant anymore, and he occasionally showed some semblance of affection. Colin Robinson didn't always drain his energy, and even Lazlo and Nadja started to use his real name!

... Most of the time. But Gizmo wasn't the worst, as far as nicknames were concerned.

He let out a deep sigh. Did Gizmo even qualify as a nickname? That sort of thing had always seemed like a fun in joke, where your friends gave you a cooler name than your own because they liked you, or it fits your personality better. They called him Gizmo because they couldn't bother to learn his real name for the longest time.

Most of the time he was the butler, the babysitter, the maid, but sometimes, they really made him feel like their pet.

Lazlo wouldn't stop fucking whistling at him. He had just told him he was busy, and now he was determined to make him drop his current task just to make him start a new one.

"Oh my god, what?" he cried out in frustration.

"Oh good, those ears of yours do work."

"Did you need something Lazlo?" It was best to cut to the chase with this lot.

"I do indeed! You see, a very large, very dead rat appears to have crawled inside the engine of my automobile, and you get to fish it out!" he finished with a smile, poking Guillermo's arm for emphasis.

"Ew, no! I'm busy, Nandor told me to have this done by the time he gets back. And besides, I have an order I need to go pick up."

"Come on Gizmo, it'll only take a second!" Lazlo insisted.

"I said no!"

"That's the spirit! Follow me!" He completely ignored Guillermo's protests and drug him away by the wrist, leading him to the garage.

~~~

It wasn't a rat, and it definitely wasn't dead. The possum had sprung to life as soon as Guillermo tried to lift it by its tail. It hissed and thrashed in his grip, scratching all the way up his arm, slicing through the thin rubber gloves he was wearing. He yelled out in pain and dropped the creature straight back into the engine. It flopped around on the inner mechanics before launching itself straight at Guillermo.

Lucky, he was able to catch it mid air just before it could latch onto his face and tear him to shreds. It still reached out for him, hissing and snarling in his face and lunging against his grasp.

Lazlo did nothing but watch as he wrangled the possum into a trash can and carry it outside. Okay, he held the door open for him, but he literally did nothing to actually help.

He didn't even say thank you!

Guillermo tried to calm himself down as he walked to the nearby bakery. The poor cashier gave him a concerned look when he walked in covered in bloody scratches.

"Possum," he explained bluntly and she nodded in understanding.

"Ah. Well, I hope this makes up for it!" she chirped in her customer service voice. He smiled politely.

"You and me both." He grabbed his bag and stuffed his wallet back into his pocket.

“Thank you, have a nice day!"

"Thanks, you too."

"And happy birthday!"

Guillermo paused with his hand on the door. That was the first time he'd heard that today.

"Thank you." He quickly rushed out before he burst into tears from a perfectly normal interaction. He didn't expect those words to hit him so hard, but hey, it's been a rough day.

He was relieved when he got home. He wanted nothing more than to rush off to his room before any of the vampires saw him and demanded his attention. Thankfully, no one seemed to be awake yet. What the hell, it was his birthday, a little pizza wouldn't hurt. It was still a few hours before sunset, so the delivery guy should be fine.

He placed his order and began the arduous task of deciding what to watch. He browsed through the downloaded movies on his laptop, pausing when he came across Sixteen Candles. How fitting...

He always did like that movie. And it at least felt festive for the occasion.

He clicked play and nestled into a hoard of blankets and pillows, keeping an eye out for his delivery.

He was halfway back to his room, pizza box in hand when he ran into Nandor, still in his sleeping robes.

"Guillermo, there you are!"

He was so close to the freedom of his room.

"Hello Master."

"I heard about what happened with the giant rat," Nandor began in his own form of apology.

"It was a possum."

"Same thing. Are you okay?" he asked, tilting his head as he took a step forward.

"Yeah, I just finished cleaning the scratches." Guillermo tried to step around him. "But I'm actually watching a movie right now, so..." he trailed off, excusing himself.

"Really? What's it about?" Nandor asked, deciding to follow him to his room. Well, if he really wanted to know...

"This girl's whole family forgets her 16th birthday, which is, like, a big deal for humans, all because her older sister's getting married the next day. But hey, at least they had a good excuse." His tone was a little harsher than necessary, and he made his annoyance clear when Nandor invited himself into his room.

"Oh please, I'm sure someone remembered," he said flippantly. Guillermo barked out a laugh.

"That's rich, coming from you."

Nandor's brows knit together in concern. "Guillermo, what's wrong?"

"You really don't know what day it is, do you?" he asked, hanging on to the last bit of hope.

"... Tuesday?"

"It's my birthday!" Guillermo didn’t like how long it was taking him to respond.

"So, like, what's the big deal?" God, he hated just how clueless Nandor could be.

"Get out," he said calmly, pointing at the door.

"Wait-" Nandor called out, and Guillermo looked at him expectantly. "Is it really your birthday?" he asked sheepishly.

He nodded, arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah, it is. But I know you guys don't really care about that sort of thing, so it's fine." He turned away, grabbing a slice of pizza to indicate the discussion was over.

So why was he still standing there?

"Guillermo... Are you mad at me?" Of course that’s all he cared about. And he really didn't want to deal with this right now.

"No Master, I'm just tired. So can I please just watch my movie?"

Nandor didn't know what to think. Sure, Guillermo said he wasn't angry, but his whole demeanor said otherwise. He was hesitant to leave if he upset him.

"Of course! You know, I too enjoy a good moving picture," Nandor wandered closer to the bed, peering down at the screen. Guillermo sighed.

"Do you want to watch it?"

"Thank you, I'd love to!" Nandor exclaimed and immediately flopped down next to Guillermo, taking up a fair amount of space on the bed. He adjusted himself until he was comfortable before resting his chin on his shoulder to see the screen better.

Well, maybe this day wasn't the worst.

He hadn't been very far into the movie, so he played it from the beginning for Nandor's sake. This almost felt... nice. Normal. But in the back of his mind, he knew Nandor was only doing this because he felt guilty.

The vampire shifted in his seat, hugging him closer and nuzzling into his neck slightly. Guillermo tried to scrunch his neck, lips twitching into a smile. Nandor's beard was scratching against a particularly sensitive spot right behind his ear. Finally, it grew to be too much,  and Guillermo had to shove him away.

"Stohop! That really tickles!"

The silence that followed sent a chill up Guillermo's spine.

"I'm sorry, it really what?" he asked deviously, flashing his fangs with an evil grin. Before his familiar could answer properly, he buried his face in his neck, drawing out a shrill squeal instead.

"Nohohothihing! Just forget ihihit!" he cried frantically, desperately clawing at Nandor's arms wrapped around him. That rough beard returned to the soft skin of his neck, and a hand flew up to hide his blushing face. He wasn't even facing him, but he felt he needed to hide.

"Nooo, I don't think sooo!" he cooed directly in Guillermo's ear; the hot breath and rough stubble sent goosebumps across his whole body. He was downright mortified when he felt fangs trace and nibble just below his jaw, and he immediately snorted.

"Nohoho, plehehease!" he whined as Nandor wrestled his arms down to his sides, leaving him utterly defenseless. He began nuzzling against the nape of his neck and behind his ears, growling and nipping just to hear the frantic jump in laughter each time.

"What an adorable weakness for you to have! You better hope Nadja and Lazlo don't find out about this, they love themselves a helpless, ticklish neck," he taunted, and Guillermo could practically hear his grin.

Fuck. "Dohohon't you dahare tehehell them!" he tried to sound threatening, but it wasn't coming across as planned.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on sharing," he set his worries at ease, but he honestly didn't know if that would be worse.

"Nahahandor! Just lehehet mehe gohohoho!"

"It's funny, hundreds of men said the exact same thing, and it never saved them. Then again, they weren't laughing like you are."

"Just kihihill mehehehe!" he yelled dramatically, and Nandor couldn't help but chuckle along.

"On your birthday? I couldn't! But you might wish you were dead by the time I'm through with you!" he threatened.

"M-mahaster, plehehease!" Guillermo could only squeal and thrash as he was tickled from behind. His pleading went ignored, and Nandor nuzzled deeper against his neck, causing him to let out an adorable gasp. His nose scrunched and he snickered and shook his head back and forth.  The not quite so unbearable torture persisted.

He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He couldn't believe Nandor actually felt bad for forgetting his birthday, and was trying to cheer him up. He could deny it all he wants, but Guillermo knows that's why he's really doing this. Then again, his master loves having any kind of power over someone, so he'll take that with a grain of salt. But he was being gentle with him; he was intentionally being playful. In his fuzzy, giggly mindset, that had to mean something.

And then curious, probing hands slipped under his sweater, and all those nice thoughts flew out the window because now Nandor was kneading his hips and belly. He barked out a surprised laugh, hands flapping by his sides where they were pinned. He managed to slip an arm free, weakly tugging at the invading hands.

"Uh oh, we can't have that," Nandor muttered as he pinned his arm above his head. Guillermo shook his head frantically as nervous giggles spilled past his lips.

"Nohoho! Nahandor, plehehease! It tickles!" he begged, and he could feel the smile pressed against his neck stretch wider.

"Oh my sweet Guillermo, the real tickling hasn't even started yet," he taunted, relishing in the choked yelp that caught itself in his victim's throat.

He didn't have time to question what that meant before he was screaming in laughter. Nandor hugged him closer as one hand dug in his exposed pit while he blew a relentless onslaught of raspberries on his neck.

This was shaping up to be a long night.

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How the Shark got its mouth:

On todays date, in 1938, Curtiss test pilot Edward Elliott flew the prototype Curtiss XP-40, on its maiden flight. What later came to be known as the famed P-40, this prototype was powered by a newly installed liquid-cooled, supercharged Allison V-1710 V-12 engine. The original design of the XP-40 initially placed the glycol coolant radiator in an underbelly position on the fighter, just aft of the wing's trailing edge. On subsequent test flights, USAAC Fighter Projects Officer Lieutenant Benjamin S. Kelsey flew her at a less than stellar, 315 miles per hour. Speed was an issue for this new fighter design.

Curtiss engineers focused on improving the XP-40's speed by moving the radiator forward in steps. Each successive move offering little gain in additional speed. Kelsey ordered the aircraft to be evaluated in a NACA wind tunnel to identify solutions for better aerodynamic qualities. After extensive research, Based on the data obtained, Curtiss moved the glycol coolant radiator forward to the chin; its new air scoop also accommodated the oil cooler air intake, and allowed Kelsey to bring the XP-40 to speeds in excess of 366MPH.

It was this very unique forward position of the radiator, and large intake area that provided the metallic canvas for the famed Sharks Mouth paint scheme to work so very well!

The P-40 is perhaps best known by her service with the Flying Tigers 1st American Volunteer Group (AVG), of the Chinese Air Force, whom were American pilots who flew under civilian status with P-40Bs sporting with Chinese markings, and the famed Tiger mouth. The Flying Tigers consisted of the "Adam & Eves", the "Panda Bears" and the "Hell's Angels".

P-40B's strengths were that it was sturdy, well armed, and faster in a dive, as well as an excellent rate of roll. While the P-40s could not match the maneuverability of the Japanese Army air arm's Nakajima Ki-27s and Ki-43s, nor the much more famous Zero naval fighter in a slow speed turning dogfight, at higher speeds the P-40s were more than a match.

Claire Chennault, leader of the Tigers, trained his pilots to utilize the P-40's particular performance characteristics to their own advantage. With higher dive speed than any Japanese fighter aircraft of the early war years, the AVG pilots utilized "boom-and-zoom" tactics. The Flying Tigers were so highly successful, that their feats were widely published, to boost sagging public morale at home.

According to their official records, in just 6 1/2 months, the Flying Tigers destroyed 115 enemy aircraft for the loss of just four of their own in air-to-air combat.

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Our comprehensive approach to preventive maintenance encompasses a range of essential tasks, including regular cleaning, thorough lubrication, detailed inspections, and precision tune-ups. By adhering to a proactive maintenance schedule, we take proactive steps to identify and address potential issues before they escalate into costly breakdowns.

Through our diligent maintenance efforts, we not only enhance the efficiency of your air cooler but also extend its lifespan, saving you time, money, and hassle in the long run. With Ram Services and Sales, you can rest assured that your air cooler is in capable hands, receiving the care and attention it deserves to operate at its peak performance year after year.

Emergency Services: Quick Fixes When You Need Them Most

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When you entrust us with your air cooler repair needs, you’re not just choosing a service provider—you’re opting for a partner who genuinely cares about your comfort and satisfaction. We take pride in delivering results that speak for themselves and in fostering relationships built on trust and reliability. So, why settle for anything less than excellence? Choose Ram Services and Sales for all your air cooler repair needs, and discover the unparalleled difference for yourself.

Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed: Our Promise to You

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How to Improve the Cooling Efficiency of Your AC

Do you ever feel like your air conditioning unit just isn’t doing enough to cool your home? Do you find yourself constantly adjusting the thermostat to try and achieve a comfortable temperature? If so, you may be wondering how to improve the cooling efficiency of your AC.

In this article, we will explore some tips and tricks for maximizing the efficiency of your air conditioning unit, so you can stay cool and comfortable all summer long. From simple maintenance tasks to more advanced upgrades, we’ve got you covered.

The Importance of AC Efficiency

Before we dive into our tips for improving AC efficiency, let’s first discuss why it’s important. In short, an efficient air conditioning unit can save you money on your energy bills, while also reducing your carbon footprint. By consuming less energy, your AC unit is able to operate more sustainably, which is good for both your wallet and the environment.

Additionally, an efficient AC unit can help maintain a consistent temperature in your home, which can improve your overall comfort and quality of life. When your AC unit is working harder than it needs to, it can lead to uneven cooling and hot spots throughout your home.

Simple Maintenance Tasks for Improved AC Efficiency

The first step in improving the efficiency of your air conditioning unit is to perform some simple maintenance tasks. These tasks can help ensure that your AC unit is running smoothly and effectively, so it doesn’t have to work as hard to cool your home.

1. Clean or Replace Your Air Filter

The air filter in your AC unit is responsible for filtering out dust, dirt, and other particles from the air before it’s circulated throughout your home. Over time, these particles can build up on the filter, restricting airflow and causing your AC unit to work harder than it needs to.

To improve the efficiency of your AC unit, make sure to clean or replace your air filter regularly. How often you should do this will depend on the type of filter you have and how often you use your AC unit. As a general rule, it’s a good idea to check your filter once a month and replace it as needed.

2. Clean Your AC Coils

The coils in your AC unit are responsible for transferring heat from the air inside your home to the outside environment. Over time, these coils can become dirty and covered in debris, which can reduce their ability to transfer heat effectively.

To clean your AC coils, you can use a soft-bristled brush to gently remove any debris or dirt buildup. Alternatively, you can use a specialized coil cleaner, which is available at most hardware stores.

3. Check Your Thermostat Settings

Make sure to check your thermostat settings to ensure that they’re set correctly for your needs. If you’re leaving your home for an extended period of time, for example, you may want to set the temperature a bit higher to conserve energy. Similarly, you may want to adjust your settings at night to ensure a comfortable sleeping temperature.

4. Clear Obstructions from Your Vents

Finally, make sure to clear any obstructions from your vents to ensure proper airflow. This can include things like furniture, curtains, or other items that may be blocking the flow of air. By keeping your vents clear and unobstructed, you can help improve the overall efficiency of your AC unit.

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[quinloki]

Izou - Service

Reader style - afab she/her Time slot - After hours Client Name - @astatos-khadox CW: acts of service, massage, pet names

You had told Izou you wanted to pamper him. It was your time, and your choice, so you should be able to do as you wish. Izou had countered that in order to pamper him you’d need to know all the things he enjoyed, and more to the point, how he enjoyed them.

The best way for him to help you, was to show you. To service you in the ways he would appreciate, and then you could take that knowledge and serve him next time. The logic was sound, and you agreed, and so Izou served you.

You stripped at his request, donning a fluffy, surprisingly silky, robe. Plush yet cool against your skin, it carried a soft scent of blossoms, and had you feeling relaxed before the evening even began.

He started by rubbing your feet with a skill that left you understanding just how much effort would be required to return the favor. As a host and escort, serving another was, at its core, his job. Even as the concern and understanding hit you, Izou reassured you that the desire and effort would be enough. He wasn’t doing things to make you give up.

What he was going to get in return was a gift, and he would never bemoan a gift given in earnest. Especially one that would effectively be tailored toward his desires.

Izou’s hands moved up your legs, and along with his hands he began to leave kisses against your skin. His gaze catches yours as he pulls the sash of the robe free, hands disappearing beneath the material.

His fingers continued to work against your skin, pushing warmth and weight into your muscles and forcing your body to relax even as his kisses trailed up to your thighs.

“Pleasure comes in many forms, and it’s important to utilize as many ways as you can when serving someone.” He muses, pulling the robe open just enough to expose the center of your body to the cooler air of the room. He keeps your legs together as he moves, kissing the tops of your thighs gently before his lips land just below your belly button.

“You taste,” he states softly, kissing up the trembling line of your stomach. “So sweet.” The soft kisses trail ever upward until he licks the space between your breasts gently. “And taste, just as divine.”

You breath hitches in your throat as Izou looks up at you.

“I would be delighted to hear your sweetest sounds, if you would let me,” his voice trails off a little as he puts a leg between yours and starts to open them. Leaning down to speak low into your ear.

“I’m quite certain, I can speak kindly into your,” His fingers slips along your slit, “lips, my beautiful flower, and urge all the best sounds from your mouth.”

One Piece Host Club AU drabble event runs through December 2023

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Natsuki Shinomiya (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (Twitter: agnadance)

Proofreader: Nadie (Twitter: nmoniag)

Editor: Aoi (Twitter: AoiTsukihime)

QA: Rei (Twitter: wolfe_raine)

August — One Summer's Affetto

It's now August. Most of my classmates have returned home.

I debated whether or not to go back or not, but I was glad when Shinomiya-san said to me that we should do our best during summer break as well…

I've decided to stay behind and now I'm practicing at the school everyday.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Phew… It's so hot everyday.

Haruka Nanami: I agree, but at least it feels cooler inside the school.

Saotome Gakuen's air conditioning is top notch. It's always mildly air conditioned so it never becomes too hot in the summer.

Natsuki Shinomiya: There are many delicate instruments, so I'm glad that the air conditioning is reliable.

Haruka Nanami: Speaking of instruments… I was thinking about adding a violin in the musical accompaniment… 

Haruka Nanami: So… are you willing to play it?

Natsuki Shinomiya: … Me?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. I would love for you to play it, Shinomiya-san…

Natsuki Shinomiya: I… see. If I can be of service, but…

Haruka Nanami: Um… Don't push yourself… I know you have... special circumstances.

Natsuki Shinomiya: No, that's not it…. I just noticed that you went back to calling me Shinomiya-san again…

Haruka Nanami: Ah…

I've called him Natsuki-kun a number of times when I put in the effort, but I naturally slip back to calling him Shinomiya-san.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I know I shouldn't be forcing you to call me that… but I do feel a little lonely.

Select the Phrase!

1)　時間をください。Give me some time. (+5 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san… You're older and composed, so I have a hard time calling by your first name so casually…

2)　ごめんなさい。I'm sorry. (+0 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Um… I'm not used to it yet, so I end up calling you Shinomiya-san…

3)　努力はしているのですが・・・I'm trying my best, but… (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I can't really get myself to call you that right now… but I want to properly call you by your first name one day. So…

Haruka Nanami: I don't dislike calling you by your first name, it's just… I just feel like a person like me isn't fit to call you like that…

Haruka Nanami: Once I feel more confident, I think I'll be able to call you by your first name, so can you wait for me until then?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan… I understand. I'll be waiting…

Shinomiya-san puts both of his hands around my right hand.

Natsuki Shinomiya: You're a far more wonderful girl than you think you are.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I want you to someday be more confident, even if it may take time.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Your hands can make music–they have unlimited potential. Your music can change the world no matter what it could be like.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I understand lacking confidence the most out of anyone else… I was that way too.

Natsuki Shinomiya: … Huh? How strange, I was trying to encourage you, and yet….

Natsuki Shinomiya: I can say the same things I'm telling you, to myself.

Shinomiya-san breaks into a smile and hugs me tightly.

Haruka Nanami: Uh, um…

Shinomiya-san gently lets go of me and looks me in the eyes.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Let's make an entire world, you and I… I will sing the songs you make. If our song is recognized by others, would that give you more confidence?

Haruka Nanami: … Yes.

Natsuki Shinomiya: If that's so, then I need to do my best, too… If you wish, I'll play the violin and the viola in any way you please. 

Haruka Nanami: T-thank you. T-then, I'll bring the sheet music. I left them at the dorm…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Okay, see you soon!

I head to the dorms to fetch my sheet music.

When I return to the classroom, Shinomiya-san is sitting on the window sill while gazing forlornly at the scenery outside.

Haruka Nanami: … Shinomiya-san.

Natsuki Shinomiya: …

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah… ahh, I'm so sorry! I was just deep in thought…

Shinomiya-san… Is he scared to play the violin after all?

Haruka Nanami: U-um! I'm sorry, you're still scared about playing, right? Well… we don't have to use this song. I'll return the sheets back to my room.

In a panic, I whip around and try to return to the dorms, but…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan, don't go…

Shinomiya-san hugs me from behind.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Don't say such a sad thing… You wrote that music, didn't you?

Haruka Nanami: … Yes.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Your sound… I don't want to miss one note of a melody you've spun to life. I want to feel all of you.

Natsuki Shinomiya: What you have here isn't just music notes lined up next to each other. It's your heart… I refuse to disregard it.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Can you show me your sheet music?

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

Shinomiya-san looks at my sheet music, smiles, then plays it on the spot for me.

His performance back in April when he was introducing himself sounded lonely…

But now, his sound is kind, warm like a ray of sunshine.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan…

Shinomiya-san freezes in place.

Haruka Nanami: U-um… Is it hard to play…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: No, it's wonderful! So much so that I think it's a waste for me to be the only one playing.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan… Will you join me?

Haruka Nanami: Join…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: There's a piano.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…

I can play the piano, but…

Haruka Nanami: But I'm not that good… Also, I don't know if I can properly match your performance…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan, believe in yourself… Believe in me who chose you.

Natsuki Shinomiya: It'll be okay. You're an angel loved by the gods of music.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Feel me and my music… Go with your feelings and let the piano sing…

Natsuki Shinomiya: That way, we'll surely become one. We can communicate heart to heart.

Haruka Nanami: … I'll try.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Merci, Haru-chan! I'll begin.

Shinomiya-san weaves a melody… Following my heart, I let my fingers dance on the piano keys.

A momentary dream. It was only a couple of seconds, but it felt like an instant that could've been an eternity.

Even without thinking about it, I knew the sound in my heart.

I want to resonate and become one…

A voiceless chorus flows outward from my fingertips and spontaneously weaves itself into a melody.

Natsuki Shinomiya: …

We are like fairies who are music notes dancing on top of the musical staff.

I'm filled with pleasure, happiness, and sorrow…

Tears are about to overflow–this indescribable feeling melts and blends into our sound.

Natsuki Shinomiya: …

Haruka Nanami: …

Once we finish our duet, we gaze at each other and smile.

Shinomiya-san puts his violin back into its case, then puts his hand on mine.

Natsuki Shinomiya: It's been so long since I've felt such exhilaration! Your sound moves me and has gripped onto my heart!

Haruka Nanami: No, not at all… but I wanted the intro to be like this. I… enjoyed myself…

Natsuki Shinomiya: I enjoyed myself as well! It's been so many years since I've had so much fun playing the violin!

Natsuki Shinomiya: You really are my muse. I was about to forget what I hold dear to me, but you helped me remember once more.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I feel like maybe I can take back the past I lost that day as long as I'm with you… 

Shinomiya-san… As I thought, something happened in his past…

Maybe that's why his personality changes when he takes off his glasses…

Shinomiya-san, I want to know the real you.

I wonder if you'll show me one day…

Haruka Nanami: Um…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, I'm sorry. I've said something heavy just now.

Natsuki Shinomiya: How about we change our surroundings and practice outside? I made a lunch box! We can eat it under the shade of the trees.

Select the Phrase!

お弁当・・・ですか？A… lunch box? (+0 Love, +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes. There's octopus sausages and bunny-eared apples!

Haruka Nanami: That sounds delicious!

Natsuki Shinomiya: I have a favorite spot behind the mountain on the academy grounds where we can eat our lunch.

はい。Okay. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Practicing outside sounds exciting!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Right? I'll show you my favorite spot. I've told no one else!

あ、いいですね、それ。Oh, that sounds great. (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: That sounds very fun!

Natsuki Shinomiya: I'll take you to my favorite spot, but it's a secret between the two of us, hehe!

Shinomiya-san brings me to the forest behind the academy.

A cool breeze wafts through the air of the forest.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…

As I space out while walking, I stumble on a branch.

Luckily, I find myself cradled in Shinomiya-san's arms.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Are you okay? I'm sorry, it must be hard to walk in the forest.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Sorry, I wasn't being careful.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Should we… hold hands?

Haruka Nanami: Huh?

Natsuki Shinomiya: We can't hold hands at a party, but I can escort you to the forest amphitheater.

Haruka Nanami: … T-thank you.

Shinomiya-san holds my hand as we walk through the forest.

Natsuki Shinomiya: We're here. Welcome to the forest amphitheater…!

The place Shinomiya-san has showed me is a spot where small animals come to rest among the rays of sunshine.

The small birds fly about as the squirrels and rabbits frolic among the pools of light.

Haruka Nanami: Wow! What a wonderful place… I didn't know there was a place like this!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe! This is the secret flower garden… I often come here and talk to everyone.

One little bird flutters towards Shinomiya-san.

It flies around him and twitters as if it's talking to him.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, how do you do, little bird? What? You want to hear that song? Sure, I'll play it for you.

Shinomiya-san strokes the bird's head on his shoulder, grins, then starts playing his viola.

The animals of the forest gather around him, attracted by his performance.

… Unbelievable.

Truly wonderful performances not only enrapture people but animals as well.

The moment the song finishes, the animals crowd around him.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, everyone's been doing well, I see…!

He strokes the small animals' heads and necks as he talks to them. They all seem to be comfortable around him.

A cat walks up to him.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Kuppuru…! Come here…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Is that kitty's name Kuppuru-chan? I've never seen him before. Is he your cat?

Haruka Nanami: Umm, I saved him once and ever since then, he's been attached to me. I've been secretly keeping him in my dorm room.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, that's against the rules.

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry.

Natsuki Shinomiya: If you call me by my first name, I won't tell anyone.

Haruka Nanami: Uh…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, I'm kidding… There's no rush.

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry.

Natsuki Shinomiya: That's no good, isn't it. I've been causing you so much trouble lately.

Haruka Nanami: Not at all…

Natsuki Shinomiya: No, I've been pushing your boundaries, and you're such a nice person… I've been asking too much of you without realizing it.

Haruka Nanami: You're always so nice to me… You're not asking too much at all.

Natsuki Shinomiya: If you say it like that, I'll start wanting to push you even more.

Natsuki Shinomiya: You're like an untouched canvas, completely open to me dotting it with foolish words. 

Natsuki Shinomiya: You always respond to me so honestly, which makes me want to see more of your expressions.

Natsuki Shinomiya: But if I do that, I'll end up causing you too much trouble.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I know I need to push down these feelings…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Even so, there are times I can't keep them in. For example, like this…

Shinomiya-san takes my hand and pulls me towards him.

He gives me not a light hug–it's a firm, deep embrace.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I want to feel you forever, just like this…

His soft whisper is not his usual kind tone of voice. There's a tinge of sadness mixed in it.

My heart skips a beat at Shinomiya-san's uncharacteristically serious attitude.

He has his childish, innocent expression. Now he has a mature expression.

They're both a part of him… yet why is my heart beating so fast?

Haruka Nanami: Um, uhh…

Natsuki Shinomiya: See, I'm already making you nervous.

Shinomiya-san chuckles.

Natsuki Shinomiya: But now… you're within my arms, and that makes me happier than anything else.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Feeling your warmth, I get caught up in this illusion that it's not just your heartbeat, but the beat of your soul that I get to touch.

Haruka Nanami: Umm, this is very embarrassing… But… I'm not hating it…

Hearing that, Shinomiya-san releases his hold on me.

Natsuki Shinomiya: If you say something like that, it's going to be hard to keep myself from teasing you even more.

Natsuki Shinomiya: It’s no good, I need to hold myself back… Shall we change the mood and start eating lunch?

He grins. 

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

It's the usual Shinomiya-san and his kind, soft smile…

This makes me think there's a different side to him besides when he doesn't have his glasses on…

There are times when his atmosphere is so different that I become confused.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Come, Haru-chan. Sit here…

Shinomiya-san spreads a large handkerchief on the ground and gestures to me to sit on it.

He takes out a lunch box in one smooth motion.

If I recall correctly, the cookies he brought for his self-introduction were not very tasty–in fact, their flavor was beyond anyone could ever imagine. 

I briefly shudder at the memory.

The lunch box is decorated with cute illustrations of small birds. The usual fillings karaage chicken and tamagoyaki–rolled omelets–are packed inside of it.

I know Shinomiya-san isn't that great at cooking, but…

It looks quite nice, so I'm sure he must've improved his cooking skills.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Here, have a bite.

Select the Phrase!

いただきます。I'll have a bite. (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: Okay, open up!

He holds out a karaage for me.

Haruka Nanami: Uhh…?

Should I open my mouth? I guess I should…

I'm a little embarrassed, but I open my mouth and chomp down on the karaage.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I've always wanted to do something like this. I feel like I'm a mother swallow feeding her chick.

あ・・・はい。Ah, okay. (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'll have a bite.

I eat a bite of a tamagoyaki.

だ、大丈夫ですか？I-is it okay? (+0 Love, +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: Of course it's okay! I made enough for two.

No… That's not what I meant… But I can't outright ask him about the taste…

I steel myself and eat an octopus-shaped sausage.

…!

Haruka Nanami: Erk…

T-this is…! This is beyond mere flavor… My consciousness… is fading…

I have no idea how long I've been out. When I wake up, I find myself lying down with my head resting on Shinomiya-san's knees.

Natsuki Shinomiya: … Phew, thank goodness, you've woken up!

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Yes. I'm sorry.

I try to raise myself up.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Don't strain yourself. Rest a little longer…

I comply.

Shinomiya-san gently strokes my hair. I feel sheepish… but it's kind of soothing.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan, you've been working too hard… You must've had a bout of anemia.

Natsuki Shinomiya: My apologies, I should've been more mindful…

Haruka Nanami: Huh? … Ah, umm…

Shinomiya-san… Does he think the reason why I fainted was not because of his food, but because of anemia?

If that's so… then I shouldn't tell him the truth. I'll go with anemia.

Natsuki Shinomiya: If you're in any kind of pain, please don't hesitate to tell me. We're partners, after all.

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

Select the Phrase!

あの、さっきの料理なんですけど。About the cooking earlier…(+0 Love, +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: It's fine, I saved a portion for you. Do you want to eat it now?

Haruka Nanami: No… not yet…

I think about telling him, but I'll just keep it to myself for now.

ありがとうございます。Thank you. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'll make sure to depend on you more.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes, you can depend on me. I feel like I can make more delicious cooking if you did that!

Natsuki Shinomiya: My liver and spinach shortcake is delicious! It can cure anemia!

Haruka Nanami: I… see. Maybe if I ever had the opportunity…

I say that, but I couldn't bring myself to finish my sentence with, "I'll eat it."

これからはちゃんと言います。I'll tell you from now on. (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes, please do. I never want to see your smile as beautiful as a delicate wild rose to darken…

Natsuki Shinomiya: It's getting dark, so we should go back to school. You can ride on my back.

Shinomiya-san turns his back towards me.

Haruka Nanami: No… I can't do that. I'm okay…

Natsuki Shinomiya: I can't make you walk when you've fainted earlier. Am I not dependable enough?

Haruka Nanami: No, no. That's not it… Umm… Okay, I'll do it.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Okay!

I let Shinomiya-san carry me on his back.

Night falls as he walks through the woods, revealing the moon and a brilliant star.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, a star… The first star of the evening.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… It is…!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Do you like stars?

Select the Phrase!

はいっ！ Yes! (+10 Love, +10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: When I unravel the lore behind the constellations, it inspires music in my soul.

Haruka Nanami: I'm a real big fan of the moon, the stars, and constellations!

銀河って・・・ The galaxy… (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: It's so romantic… I bubble over with excitement when I see the starry sky in all its glory!

宇宙は・・・ Space… (+0 Love, +10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'm interested in it because it's mysterious and enigmatic.

Haruka Nanami: It gives me such delight just watching the stars above. They're wonderful!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe! When I was a young boy, I saw the most beautiful stars one night!

Natsuki Shinomiya: I got to visit the beach with my parents in the south, and the starry sky and moon were shining bright. 

Natsuki Shinomiya: People tend to shed tears when they see something truly stunning. 

Natsuki Shinomiya: That was the first time I was so moved. The Southern Cross was shining bright and left an impression on me…

Natsuki Shinomiya: When I returned to Japan, I tried my best searching for that same starry sky, but I couldn't find it.

Natsuki Shinomiya: My parents said it's a constellation you can't see in the Northern Hemisphere and I was disheartened.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Stars are unreachable, but when I look up at them, they shine down on me.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Still, I wasn't even able to gaze upon them. I yearned for them, and yet they became even further out of reach…

Natsuki Shinomiya: But… It's not like I can't go see them again. I can always just go back.

Natsuki Shinomiya: When I decide to visit again, will you go with me?

Natsuki Shinomiya: If I were to take the Southern Cross out of the night sky and put it into a necklace, I'm sure it would look beautiful on you.

Haruka Nanami: I… would like to see that starry sky too.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, then if I were to debut, let's go there on our first vacation.

It sounds like a dream, but sounds like a possible future if we were to try.

Shinomiya-san carries me as we head back to the dorms.

Shinomiya-san's back is much more built than I imagined. He feels more like a man than ever before. 

Haruka Nanami: … You're warm.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, it's my pleasure.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…? Ah, I… said that out loud? S-sorry.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Why are you apologizing? I'm so happy! I would like to be like this forever.

Haruka Nanami: N-no, um… I'm heavy… so…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Of course not. You're as light as a little bird.

Haruka Nanami: … A little bird? That can't be true…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, but it is, my sweet bird…

Shinomiya-san keeps teasing me all the way back to the dorms.

MINI GAME

Ringo Tsukimiya: Today, I'm going to have you play a more difficult performance, but it'll be okay. I'll teach you!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Hehe, I'm a pro after all! I'm pretty skilled!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Even if the song is the same, you can change its feeling by your performance. Learn more and polish it up.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Anyway, music start!

RANK S

Natsuki Shinomiya: Wow, amazing! Let's do our best and make our dreams come true!

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

Shinomiya-san… He listened to my performance! I'm glad I did well.

Chapter End

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