#i’m like a BOGO sale !!!!

[monicaalexandraaa]

Loved this part!!! So cute and fun. Loved Harry feeling protective and Niall was a riot in this😆😌🩷

Honey II

Read Honey here | ~6.2k words

Warnings: Angst, fluff, pining, maybe a daddy-kink if you don't blink. There's a shitty guy, some jealous Harry (from said shitty guy as well as NIALL 😍) and some mentions of self-care 😉

Summary: You cannot flirt with my nanny. He texted Niall while Cece ate.

Someone should, Harry. By all means YOU should. But I’ll handle it if you cannot.

Harry scowled and threw his phone aside. “Sorry m’gonna kill Uncle Niall, Cece,” he told her. “But he’s stupid.”

The routine became easy. Breakfast with Harry, tummy time with Cece, cleaning during naptime, laundry at lunch time. At eleven in the morning, she sent Harry three pictures of his baby regardless of what she was doing which he didn’t respond to other than reacting with a heart to each of the pictures.

Cece loved Miss Honey. Her smile was bright when she saw her and her giggle was coming easier and easier while she played with her.

Niall is stopping by to grab something I left. He was already out. You can let him in.

Okay, thank you for the heads up.

Other than delivery drivers, people didn’t really come by. She hadn’t had friends over not that she necessarily wanted to have them over... not after her first family. From then, it was always kind of weird to have people visit someone else’s home to hang out with her. She preferred dinners or going to their houses. If Harry were to throw a party or cookout at his extravagant pool, she would invite her friends—at least that’s what she did with her previous family—but Harry didn’t seem much like a party-thrower.

“Hello?” The Irish voice sang into the house. “Miss Cece, where are you?” He called.

She smiled and brought the baby toward the front door holding her in front of her stomach. Cece giggled at the sight of Uncle Niall. “Who’s that, Cece?” She asked pressing her lips on to the top of her soft hair. “Is that Uncle Niall? Did Uncle Niall come to see you?” She kicked her feet and Niall looked like he was melting as he took her from Miss Honey. “Is it this folder?” She asked. “I found it in the garage,” she said. “It must have slipped out of his bag. When I took Cece to the store, I was going to swing by myself."

Niall was in awe. The house was clean—to be fair, it almost always was, but it was different now. Plus it smelled like the citrusy fall candle she was burning on the counter; only adding to the fresh clean feeling of his friend’s place. Whatever was cooking in the oven smelled delicious. “Do you... cook for him?” Niall asked.

She blushed. “Well, it’s mainly for me, but obviously there aren’t a ton of recipes for one person, so I always have extra,” she rationalized. “I cooked for my old family.”

Niall bounced Cece as he looked around. There was a throw blanket on the sofa adorned with leaves and it’s fall y’all patterned across it. that wasn’t there before. Along with some fall pillows. It matched the little pumpkins on the side tables and the leaf and flower centerpiece on the coffee table. Harry had decorations? “Did Harry buy those throw pillows?”

“I... I have this tendency to fall asleep on the sofa watching movies and wanted something softer than the sofa arm,” she felt weird explaining all this to Niall. “I should probably get them out of here and back in my room. Did Harry say something? He doesn’t like it?”

Harry hadn’t mentioned it. Which was insane because when Cece’s mom wanted all new living room furniture in the middle of her pregnancy, Niall wasn’t sure Harry was going to let her live at his house after all. Harry was very particular and liked things to be his way. “No, no. He’s fine. It just looks...cozy,” he said. “It’s nice he’s got a woman’s touch that he likes,” Niall said encouragingly.

Her phone vibrated on the counter and she glanced at her watch reading the message. Can you tell Niall to let go of my daughter and get his ass back here before I fire him?

She smiled sending a thumbs up in response. “I believe you’re going to be fired.”

“What a drama queen,” Niall muttered. “I love you more than Dada does,” he cooed and kissed Cece sweetly on the cheek. “You should decorate the outside, too,” Niall said as he handed the baby back to her. “Harry would like it,” he smiled. “If you have a ton of leftovers, send them for lunch with Harry tomorrow. With the way it smells, I bet it would taste delicious reheated as well... Bye Cece!” He waved and blew a kiss at her.

“Say bye Uncle Niall,” she cooed shaking her head at Harry’s best friend.  She waved Cece’s hand for her. “Bye Uncle Niall.”

*

His office door slapped open against the wall, and he looked up from his desk even though he didn’t need to.

“Niall’s here,” his secretary called. He rolled his eyes.

“You love her,” Niall gushed.

“I do not,” Harry scowled defensively at his paperwork in front of him. “Love who?”

“Your nanny obviously.”

“I absolutely do not,” he shook his head. “I am not in love with someone I employ.”

“So we’re not in love either?” Niall frowned.

“Do you have something you need, Mr. Horan?” Harry deadpanned.

Niall rolled his eyes. “Harry, she’s sweet, funny, and intelligent,” he listed. “Not to mention your house has never looked cleaner nor cozier and she can cook.”

Harry used to order out each night since he was too tired to cook when he got home. Then with Cece, it made even more sense. But now, since he was very much glued to his schedule of coming home on time for dinner so he could see Cece before bed and relieve Miss Honey of her duties for the evening.

He hadn’t anticipated her making dinner for him. In fact, he hadn’t anticipated much of anything she did for him. He thought taking care of Cece was going to be it. The cleaning and cooking was beyond what he expected.

He ignored Niall.

“And hello? She’s good with Cece.”

She was great with Cece actually. But he wasn’t going to give into Niall’s teasing. He continued looking at his computer screen ignoring all the reasons Harry thought she was perfect as well but had to ignore because he would rather die than ruin what he had with her for the sake of his daughter. There was no one better to trust Cece with—even after a month or so of her working, it was obvious. He was so sure there wasn’t anyone better. “Also, she was going in the pool when I got there, so she was in this itty, bitty bikini—” Harry’s gaze snapped to Niall and his eye twitched as he scowled again. “I was joking, but I think I’ve proven my point.”

“I’m not in love,” he grumbled. Harry didn’t love anyone beyond his baby girl, his company, and his family.

“Say it all you want. But I’m not the one that got his underwear in a twist over the thought of seeing her in a bikini when it’s not summer anymore." Harry ignored him still. "You let her decorate," he reminded him.

"We have similar tastes," Harry mumbled not wanting to let on that he didn't give two shits if the house was decorated but when he came home from work watching her sip hot apple cider on his sofa and reading a book to Cece, he wanted to move to a place where it was fall all year round.

"Are you going to let her decorate the outside of your house for Halloween?”

He was not in love. “It’s a holiday,” he reminded Niall. “I want Cece t'have a—”

“Uh-huh. Sure. It’s definitely for Cece... by the way, make sure I get the leftovers from dinner tomorrow. I already asked Miss Honey,” he said. “Here’s your folder,” he laid it on his desk and left with a wave and mischievous smile. "She found it in the garage and was going to swing by herself. Because in case you haven't noticed, she's perfect."

If there were leftovers of whatever delicious thing she had decided to cook, Harry was going to throw them in the middle of the road on his way to work just to spite him.

*

The weekend was unfortunately eventful.

Cece fussed a ton. Harry sighed when the monitor alerted him to her waking. He got up and headed to her crib where he spent several minutes rubbing her little belly as he watched her. “Y’need t’sleep, Miss Cecelia,” he smiled at her tiredly. It was nearly one in the morning, and he had been fortunate enough to have Cece sleeping soundly overall for the last couple months. But for whatever reason, her little cries woke him up today.

He checked his phone and noted there was an alert from the front door camera. He saw two people standing under the entrance. His favorite nanny and a man that he didn’t recognize.

Given the situation, this was suddenly and very much her house as much as Harry's. As evident by the pumpkin décor on the steps visible in the video as well. So she could do what she wanted. Even if that meant going on a date.

Even if that meant Harry was painfully aware of how upset that made him.

Her arms were wrapped around her stomach and Harry felt something painful ache in his stomach. She looked completely uncomfortable. The guy leaned closer toward her, forcing her to step back until she was against the side of the entryway. Harry’s blood boiled. She pressed a hand against his chest, maintaining distance between them. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the screen and briefly noted he forgot about Cece’s waking. But Cece was asleep again. Therefore, Harry was able to worry about the other woman that lived in his house. He quickly sent her a text before he kept his eyes glued to the camera. If this was some kind of flirting thing, fine. He would confront the boiling jealousy in the comfort of his own bed. But Harry had a sister, female friends, female employees and now a daughter. He knew when someone was uncomfortable.

The camera signaled someone was outside, so I checked the feed... Are you okay?

He didn't want to listen in. There was a boundary he wasn’t willing to cross. Fortunately, she pulled her phone from her pocket and read the message--clearly looking for a distraction and further fueling his worry. Without answering, she tucked her phone back in her pocket and Harry thought that he was overreacting. She was fine. He just needed to go to bed.

But then, she shook her head repeatedly, slowly.

Harry dropped his phone on Cece’s floor where it landed on the rug with a quiet thud. He took off downstairs nearly missing the last step before he was at the front door, yanking it out of the way blindingly fast. She jumped at the sudden movement in the middle of the night—even though she only saw Harry’s message seconds before. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” he lied. He was very grateful to interrupt. “Cece has been awake, and I’ve tried—”

“No problem,” she rushed out not even glancing at the man. She brushed passed Harry hurriedly.

The guy blinked in surprise at her quick departure. He tried to peek behind Harry’s frame that blocked most of his view. “I’ll call—”

Harry smacked the door shut and waited for him to leave—watched him walk to the end of the driveway where he waited for an Uber for three minutes. She sighed, putting her hands on the back of her head, breathing heavily. “Harry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered. She began pacing behind him, but Harry’s eyes didn’t move from the end of his driveway. “He was completely fine and then I needed to Uber and—”

“I told you not t’Uber,” he scowled at the window beside the door waiting for the man to disappear.

“Well, it was one in the morning, and I don’t know how your driver situation works—”

“Then you call me,” his voice was rougher than he wanted it to be. The thought of something happening to her hurt. Hurt a lot.

She ignored him, feeling guilty but trying to explain her side of things. “My friend had left with a guy she met, and she was my ride. I didn’t even know she left,” her voice cracked. “I Uber all the time, Harry. Alone at night, I don’t care...it’s... whatever... But he was insistent. He wanted to make sure I made it home safely. Which didn’t set off any alarm bells and I pride myself on having a good gauge of that kind of thing. So, I didn’t think anything of it. I thought he was just being a gentleman. When he got out of the car and the driver took off...” she shook her head. “I’m just so sorry. I didn’t know—” Her voice cracked again, harsher this time. Then she pressed her lips into a line as she looked down. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered trying to force the tears to stay behind her lids.

The man was gone from the edge of his driveway. Harry shook his head confused how she could be apologizing for literally nothing. She didn’t do anything wrong. “What are y’apologizing for?”

“For him coming back here! I don’t bring people back to the house I’m living in for free. I would never want to put someone like that within a three-mile radius of Cece. I was just trying to get him to leave and I—” her voice choked off again.

“Love,” he said gently. “S’okay,” he promised reassuringly. “Y’can invite friends over. I wouldn’t really want him, but it sounds like we’re on the same page.”

She sniffled, breaking Harry’s heart. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated.

“Did he hurt you?” Harry asked. She shook her head. “I need a verbal answer, love.”

“No, he didn’t hurt me,” she whispered. Barely loud enough for him to hear.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded. “I was just trying to think of a way to get inside without him following me,” she whimpered. “He just wouldn’t shut up about how nice it would be to...” her tears started to flow. She shook her head. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

Harry didn’t think. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed up and down her back. “S’okay,” he promised. “You’re okay,” he repeated. “You could have banged on the door or something,” he assured her.

She sniffled. “I didn’t want to wake the baby.”

He smiled softly. Of course she didn’t. “Please call the driver next time. Day or night. I should’ve told y’that,” he murmured. “It would make me feel better. And he’ll only let y’have someone else in the car with you if y’say so,” he promised.

She nodded. “Okay.”

“You’re allowed t’have a life here, love,” he promised. “Friends, dates, whatever y’want.”

“Well, I’m not dating for a while,” that was fine by Harry. Gently, she pulled from Harry’s embrace, and he felt completely cold. It wasn’t from his lack of clothes either.

She wiped her eyes. “Do y’want me to...get y’anything?” He asked.

She shook her head of the thought. “No, I’m sorry to have interrupted your sleep—”

“Don’t be. But y’didn’t. Cece was up, I was checking on her when I saw m’phone’s notification,” he explained. “But even if she wasn’t up... I wouldn’t have minded,” he promised. “Really.”

Her eyes trailed over Harry’s body. It hadn’t occurred to her that he was wearing nothing but boxers. His shoulders were broad, his arms were taut with lean muscles that didn’t bulge massively but were still beautifully sculpted. His hair was in disarray, probably from his pillow. His stomach was flat, ridged with muscles, and covered with tattoos. “I didn’t realize you had so many tattoos.”

He smirked. “Yeah, um...guilty pleasure of mine.”

Harry really shouldn’t say pleasure around her. It made her think of things that would give her immense pleasure. Like the boxers that outlined a plump dick (which wasn’t even fully hard it seemed. Jesus Christ, she wondered if she was going to get pregnant just from looking at it) and showed off his muscular thighs. She shook her head trying to keep her eyes focused on anything other than Harry’s groin area. “I um... thank you,” she whispered. “For getting me.”

“Of course, love. Any time,” he promised. “I know y’work for me and I respect your commitment and seriousness t’your job. It’s something I value in m’employees at the office too. But Niall also works with me too and he’s m’best friend and he’s very comfortable asking me t’bail him out of dicey situations. So if y’need something, y’jus’ have t’ask.”

She nodded. “Okay... thank you,” she repeated. “Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, Miss Honey.”

*

Harry was frustrated. It was a busy time of year, so he had been staying an hour, sometimes two later than he was supposed to. He ate reheated food that she had cooked (which was still delicious) but mostly he was upset because he wasn’t getting to see Cece before bed. The pictures she sent in the afternoon and just before bed helped but didn’t make up for the real thing. He missed his daughter.

And honestly? If he was real with himself, he missed eating dinner with the pretty woman that was kind enough to make dinner in the first place. He missed watching an episode of whatever show she liked before she went for a swim in the pool and then to read in her room. Up until Harry had started staying late, she had gone for a swim every night and Harry was in awe. The pool was heated sure, but the air was cold. But she was insistent—all to get her laps in so she could work out. Now, when he got home, she was already in her room. Only coming out to say hello, give the lowdown on bedtime and making sure he knew which food was for Niall the next morning.

It seemed she wasn’t dating, so at least Harry had that. Even though he told her she could, he was glad she wasn't. It wasn’t right or fair of him to feel that way, but he couldn’t help it. The few times he saw her out in the pool in a bathing suit (that was not an itty-bitty bikini like Niall had described) he felt possessive. If she had an itty-bitty bikini, Harry thought he might lose his mind--the pretty one piece with a cutout created by a crisscrossing bow around her middle was tantalizing enough. He didn’t let his gaze linger for long (he didn’t want to be creepy) but he thought back to the guy that followed her home and terrified her. No one deserved her kindness. No one deserved to see her vulnerable and alone in anything less than what she wanted. She made Cece feel safe. She made Harry feel safe.

“Why don’t you go home?” Niall suggested. “You’ve been staying late all week, and I know you miss Cece. Take a half day, go spend some time with your daughter. Or even Miss Honey,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

Harry shook his head. “I already took a ton of time off—”

“For a very good reason! Harry,” Niall sighed. “You have an adorable baby daughter. She’s only going to be little for so long. You need to enjoy it.”

With that thought, Harry couldn’t get out of his office fast enough. He entered the house using the keycode. It didn’t even faze her. If someone used the code, then she assumed it was someone who was allowed to be there. But also, the sound of the vacuum cleaner was humming and creating more noise than she could have heard with the door opening and closing. But she must have sensed it because she glanced over her shoulder and smiled finishing the spot she was working on. Harry could make out the wrap around her body while she vacuumed. Wearing Cece like a body ornament. It was adorable. “I could hire someone for that, y’know,” he called over the droning noise.

She turned the vacuum off and turned around showing off the little babe at the same time. She kicked her feet. Harry thought his heartstrings were going to snap with how much love flooded him. Someone that loved him so unconditionally. It felt like he didn’t deserve it.

“You’re home early,” she smiled and loosened the wrap around her and pulled the headphones off her little head to keep her ears safe from the vacuum sound. “Is Dada home to play, Cece?” She smiled excitedly. “Is Dada here to play?” She repeated, passing her to Harry. Cece immediately settled into his embrace, making his heart hurt. Niall was right, this was well worth it.

“I was just going to do laundry,” she said. “Do you want anything to eat?” She asked.

“I have people who could do your laundry,” he told her, his lips attached to the crown of Cece’s head. “And y’don’t need t’do my laundry either,” he frowned. “Or Cece’s.”

“Yes, but you are saving money by letting me do it. I’m all about coupons. I’m like a BOGO sale, you know? For a business owner, you don’t see a good deal when presented.”

He rolled his eyes. Niall listed a lot of great qualities about her. But he didn’t list how stubborn she was. Especially when it came to things like using the driver or doing his laundry. Harry wanted to shake her sometimes.

“Niall said you have a business trip next weekend?”

His eyes snapped to meet hers. “You talk to Niall?” Like regularly? Casually?

He was so going to fire him.

“Yes,” she smiled and then laughed to herself, a private joke Harry wasn't privy to.

“What?”

“It’s nothing. Niall’s just funny.”

Harry was going to kill him. Then fire him.

“Oh?”

“He just he tells me he’s going to marry me if I keep making such good food for him to eat.”

So fired.

“Speaking of,” she continued while Harry let that linger in silence. “Little miss needs to eat,” she said. “I can do it if you want—”

“Thank you,” he was sincerely appreciative. “But I have it covered,” he smiled. “You can take the rest of the afternoon to yourself if you’d like.”

She smiled. “That would be great. I just have a few more things to do but I’ve been dying to go to the bookstore. They’re having a sale on all paperbacks,” her eyes glowed.

Harry smiled. “Sounds lovely.”

“Just shout if you need something.”

Harry went to the kitchen, took the bottle that was warmed and ready on the counter (she must have just put it out while she was vacuuming nearby).

You cannot flirt with my nanny. He texted Niall while Cece drank from her bottle.

Someone should, Harry. By all means YOU should. But I’ll handle it if you cannot.

Harry scowled and threw his phone aside at the pretty fall throw pillows. “Sorry m’gonna kill Uncle Niall, Cece,” he told her. “But he’s stupid.”

*

Harry often found himself defaulting to her and all her knowledge. She had a background in psychology, as that was what she studied in college—a concentration in child development. All of which he knew from her application. Harry was well educated, but he would never feign to have more knowledge that he didn’t have.

Which is why when Cece continued to fuss and fuss more than she had since she’d been born, Harry didn’t know what to do.

“Love?” He knocked on the door. It was two in the morning, and she was obviously well off the clock. Harry battled for several minutes trying to decide if it was worth it. He didn't want to bother her, but frankly, he was exhausted. But she answered anyway, hurriedly.

She was wearing a pair of leggings and a blue tank top. One that was thin and made Harry’s stomach ache with desire. Something lower ached with desire too. But fortunately, he had enough foresight to put on a pair of sweats before waking her. She rubbed her eye looking like a toddler coming to their parents’ bedroom. Her hair tie had fallen from her braid letting the strands fall haphazardly out of the twist.

He thought about kissing her. God he shouldn’t have allowed himself to be alone in the middle of the night with her.

Gratefully, Cece called out. Reminding him of why he had woken her up in the first place.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you check on her? She’s so fussy. I don’t know if m’doing something wrong?” It killed him that the baby was fussing. He hated to wake her almost as much. However, she didn’t even bat an eye to it and hurried to Cece’s room. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.

“Don’t be,” she yawned. “I was... actually reading,” she smiled. “I shouldn’t be, but I can’t put the book down.”

How was that so hot sounding? It shouldn’t have been. He had watched her read on the couch a hundred times. But it was hot. So hot he was glad there was an extra layer to hide how it made him feel.

Harry was glad he was going away for the weekend. He needed to clear his head of the pretty girl that was invading his every thought when he had no right to think of her that way. “Oh yeah, Miss Cece just wants to party, huh, sweet girl?” She smiled and pulled her from the crib and hummed. “Daddy has to work early tomorrow, Cece. can have our own party tomorrow, okay? But Daddy’s got to sleep,” she whispered. “I know you’re a party girl,” she cooed. “But you can’t party when you’re sleepy,” she reminded her.

Harry was not thinking of it like that but the way she said Daddy (twice) made his chest ache with something he wasn’t used to feeling. It probably didn’t help that her tank top did little to hide two hardened, protruding bumps on her chest that made Harry want to lick his lips (and her). He was going to turn the heat up before bed because it must have been chilly.

Harry tried to keep his gaze PG, but she was so pretty, he was thanking himself for the moment of clarity he had that made him put on pants because he wouldn’t be able to hide the way he felt about seeing her sleepy and beautiful.

Fuck Niall and his stupid observations. He is so fired when I get back from my trip.

After a few more hums and coos, Cece fell back to sleep. She kissed her hair and gently laid her back in the crib. “She’s almost four months, of course—she might be hitting a little sleep regression. It’s perfectly normal. I’ll do some research and see what I can do to help alleviate—”

“Thank you,” he felt exhausted. Sleep deprived and sad about leaving—even if it was just for the weekend. “Seriously. Thank you.”

She smiled. “Of course, Harry. That’s what I’m here for. Probably a good time to stop my book too,” she reached out and squeezed his arm. “Get some sleep. I’ll have breakfast in the morning before you fly out,” she promised.

“I didn't mean t'interrupt your book,” he said softly. “Y'don’t have t'get up earlier, she can lay in bed for a bit,” he offered.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’ll just nap when she naps,” she shrugged. "Cece will want to see you before you leave," she smiled so effortlessly. Like Cece would really know if he was gone. But the way she said it made him believe it. She squeezed Harry's forearm. “Goodnight, Harry,” she said sweetly.

*

Harry was staring at Cece like she was going to disappear while he fed her. She gently pushed the cup of tea she made him (with three sugars) in front of him. “I haven’t left her once for this long,” Harry reminded her.

“I know,” she frowned. “She’ll be fine,” she assured him.

“I know.”

“Really, Harry. I won’t let anything happen to her. I love her beyond belief,” she promised.

But Harry felt something creep into his stomach. Something that felt like an overwhelming urge to kiss her. A way that had him aching to make Cece a sibling and he thought that maybe he could shift the real estate in his heart that was reserved for his company and open it for someone else. He shook his head as if a bug had flown in his eye. Ridding himself of the unrealistic thought that was wriggling it's way into ever inch of his mind.

No, he didn’t love her.

That would be ridiculous.

It took her two weeks to figure out what Harry liked to eat for breakfast most. As stubborn as Harry was, she was more so. Every day she made something new: omelets, waffles, French toast, everything he could think of, she tried. But when she told him she was going to make crepes, he stopped her and told her: just scrambled eggs and toast.

So, she made him scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced up some avocado on the side. “Thank you, love. Y'really didn’t need to.”

“I have it on good authority you rarely eat until like two in the afternoon if I don’t feed you,” she smiled. “Happy to help,” she promised. Because that’s what she did. Helped and helped and helped.

“Why don’t y’tell your friend m’going t’fire him if y’don’t stop talking t’him.”

She laughed and Harry enjoyed the sound more than he thought possible. “Niall?! Shouldn’t you fire me?”

He shook his head. “No way, love. You’re the best there is for Cece, you’re stuck here,” he smirked. Her heart fluttered and she realized she hadn’t spoken as Harry glanced at her. He cleared his throat. “I mean... as long as you like it here,” he attempted to recover (poorly).

“I love it here,” she nodded excitedly. That beautiful smile that Harry had honed in on during her interview spread across her beautiful face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you,” he smiled. Genuinely.

It took every ounce of Harry’s shaky control to keep himself from saying he would miss her too, while he was gone. Maybe as much as he would miss Cece.

*

It was only a two-night stay. But the first night was hardest. He called as soon as his last meeting finished. He watched her play with Cece through the video call. When her phone died, it took five minutes for her to get rebooted. She grabbed her laptop to continue the call and set it up on the floor for Harry to see Cece during her tummy time.

Cece didn’t seem to notice much that Harry was on the computer screen. In fact, she didn’t pay much attention to either of them while they chatted at all. Even when Cece fell asleep, he found himself asking her all kinds of questions about school and work. How she decided to become a nanny and the like. He asked about her family and if she missed them. Her family was still hours and hours away from her, so he was confused as to why she wouldn’t move with the previous family she nannied for.

“Truthfully?” She sighed. “I love this coast so much,” she smiled fondly. “I grew up here and I went to school here. I loved my nanny family, but there’s just something about it here,” she explained. “My family kind of... they don't..." she sighed. "They don't visit much and I think they would come up to visit even less if I lived across the country. I adore my family. They mean so much to me. It would have been hard to be even further away from them.”

Harry wanted to hold her and never let go. This woman loved hard. Harder than anyone he knew.

Eventually, when it was so much later than it should have been to be chatting on the phone with someone he was employing to take care of his daughter, without talking about said daughter, Harry said goodnight and got ready for bed. As he brushed his teeth, he opened his text messages.

Niall...

Yes, Harry? It’s eleven and I’m in bed.

... she’s perfect.

Who Cece?

...

No shit, Harry. You’re an idiot.

When Harry closed his eyes, he couldn’t help but think of her.

*

When Harry returned home, he rushed through the door, dropping his bags and hurrying to the living room. Harry was on the floor beside the coffee table where he showered Cece in kisses all over her little face. The only pause he had was looking at the lovely girl giggling on the couch at their reunion. “Ugh, Cece, you’re making me jealous! I wish someone would be that happy to see me when they get home,” she giggled.

But Harry couldn’t let her think that for a moment longer. He crossed the room, pulled the book from her hands and straddled her, locking her in place. He cupped her face before she could question anything and kissed her. Kissed her long and hard. Eventually he nestled his hips between her thighs. “I like you so much. I’m so happy t’see you when I get home,” he groaned peppering her face and skin with more kisses. “I trust you with everything. You have my whole world most of the day. And... when I get home m’so happy t'see Cece. But love, m’thrilled t'see you as well”

“Harry,” she whispered. “She’s right there."

“She's not looking,” his voice was husky as he pulled on the neck of the blue tank top that stared in all his dreams. He tugged it down her chest a bit hoping to see those pretty, hardened—

The phone call waking him up for the day put him nearly in a cold sweat. “Ugh,” he moaned reaching blindly for the nightstand for the phone. He pulled the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He grumbled.

“Hello, Mr. Styles this is your wake-up cal—”

He smacked the phone back into the receiver and begged for the dream to come back before it went away. What was underneath that tank top? He glanced at the clock. If he fucked his hand, he wouldn’t have time to shave. That wasn’t very business owner of him. Or maybe it was. He was CEO, the meetings wouldn’t start without him.

“Fuck it,” he muttered and wrapped his hand around his hard dick. Maybe he shouldn’t have, but he pretended he knew what was hiding beneath the thin tank top of the woman who lived in his house.

*

The weather fucked him royally. He was supposed to be home that evening. Supposed to be eating dinner with his little baby and the pretty nanny. It felt completely unfair that the weather had made it so he would be stuck in a stupid airport, and he would have to go directly to work in the morning.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she promised. “Maybe you can take the day off later in the week,” she suggested. “Actually... I was going to ask you if it was possible for you to do that anyway, so maybe this works out. Or maybe your mom—” He knew she was trying to distract him. Which he was grateful for but he was still so frustrated.

"What do y'need?" He asked, his voice stiff. He didn't mean for it to be. He was just upset.

She cleared her throat. “I just have some appointments I’ve been rescheduling over and over trying to find a day that's best for them. I don’t want to make you take the day off, but I know you’ve been nervous about your trip. I’ve been waiting—”

“Of course,” he said hurriedly. “Which day?”

“Wednesday, if possible. If not I can reschedule again.”

“Sure,” he’d take the whole week off if she asked. Cece time and helping the perfect angel? She didn’t need to say anything else.

“Thank you, Harry," the gratitude in her voice made him ache.

“You’ve worked nonstop for almost two months, love. Y’do more than I ever expected. S’least I could do. Plus, staying home with m’daughter isn’t a bad thing.”

She smiled. “She misses you,” she promised. Harry was pretty sure Cece wouldn’t know if he was away or not; work or overnight stay irrelevant. But it was nice she was saying it for his benefit. “She does, I swear,” she continued, somehow understanding his silence. “Especially at bedtime and when she wakes up. Little Miss doesn’t sleep well without you here,” she cooed. Harry imagined her holding the baby on his couch looking utterly comfortable and natural.

“Well tell her I miss her, love her, and kiss her for me too.”

She pressed a bunch of kisses to her skin loud enough for Harry to hear and that soft little giggle as well. Harry smiled, feeling marginally better about his cancelled flight. “See you tomorrow, love.”

“Can you say, bye bye Daddy,” she whispered. “Come on you can do it,” she encouraged. It was much too early and of course she knew that, but Harry loved that she tried anyway.

He wanted to tell Cece to give her a kiss from him as well.

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Steve and Eddie, BOGO sale

For @steddieholidaydrabbles Prompt: Snowfall 🌨️ Rating: G Words: 760 🌨️ cw: none 🌨️ Tags: driving in a snow storm, Black Friday, love confessions

Based on the true driving events of our Black Friday adventure this year...except we were in a van that did not make it up the hill and we had to manually turn the van around to head home. I think Steve and Eddie got the better adventure here

“Was it supposed to snow?” Eddie asks, as the headlights light up the snow flying at them like they’re on the Enterprise, flying through space.

“No. No, it was not. There was a spot of snow over night, but they said it’d be clear after 4am.” Steve gritted out, holding the car steady in the snow ruts of the car far ahead of them. “Figured we’d have some snow dusting, but that leaving at 5:30 would be fine.”

“We’ve driven through bad snow before for Black Friday. Remember two years ago? That was a wet snow. We don’t need to be at the front of the line or anything, we’ll be fine. Slow and steady and all that.” Eddie tries to sound steady even though the snow coming down is pretty heavy and sticking to the ground. He knows snow and this is snow. He’s really trying very hard to stay calm for Steve.

“Do you have our lists?” Steve asks.

“Yep, with stars by the more important items. We have scarves and gloves if there is still a line- ah!”

Eddie’s list of preparations is cut off as the car starts fishtailing up a hill and then slows to a stop as the tires start spinning with no forward motion.

“Umm?!” Eddie’s kind of freaking out a little more. What if they get stuck here? What if no one stops? What if they freeze right here in the middle of the highway?!

But Steve’s still pressing the gas and the car has started wiggling its way up the hill slowly, the car’s back end swerving back and forth.

“Just need to make it to the top. This is the only hill and we’ll be fine back on flat land. And then it’s only 10 minutes til the store. Maybe 20 with the snow.” And, of course, Steve’s trying to comfort him while he deftly controls the car in this ridiculous snow storm that wasn’t supposed to be. Eddie loves him so much.

The car crests the top with one last wiggle and they’re back in the safety of dark wheel grooves, even though their driving buddy has long gotten away.

“See? And by the time we come back the salt trucks and sun will have this clear.”

Steve’s so steady. And he loves him so much. He can’t not say something.

“I’m so in love with you.”

And even though Steve’s body twitches hard at that, he keeps the car steady in the grooves.

“Oh.” he says, voice tenser now than when they were actively spinning out. “Like, friend love or- well, I mean it’s fine if it’s like a friend. I love having friends! And you’re the best-”

“Steve. Not like a friend.”

“Oh.” Steve breaths out. “Good. Good, that’s...good. Cause I’m also in love with you. And not like a friend.”

Steve chances it to send Eddie a full blown grin, eyes scrunching up.

Eddie loves that smile. He lets out a giggle he’s never heard come from himself before; he’s just so so happy.

“Good. Good, that’s-” he huffs out a self deprecating laugh. “Wow, it’s hard not getting caught on that. But it really is. Good, that is. Sorry, I’m just so happy. Which is really confusing after being so nervous and kind of scared about the snow for the last 45 minutes. My body’s going through a lot right now.”

“Oh yeah, I get that. Though- no, nevermind. Look! The mall!”

"Steve? What were you going to say? Are you ok?” And wow, Eddie’s cardiac system is getting a workout this morning.

“It’s just-” Steve groans out a laugh as he pulls into the parking lot. “I just know I’m gonna be the one on sale when we tell the rest about this and they start with the jokes about you going out Black Friday shopping and coming back with a boyfriend.”

Eddie loves that Steve’s already thinking that far ahead. They haven’t even gotten out of the car yet and Steve already has them as boyfriends telling and getting ribbed by their friends. Well, he can at least save Steve from being the butt of something that’s not a joke.

“Don’t worry, Steve. I know exactly what to do!”

-

When Steve and Eddie finally get back later that day, car full of bags ready to be smuggled past the pile of kids in the living room, Eddie bursts through the front door holding a sign he pilfered from the front of a store’s display.

“Guess who’s Buy One Get One now!”

~fin~

[lonelyisamyw-0love]

Another Place, Another Time (Pt. 2)

JakeXFem!Reader, StevenXFem!Reader (Marc in headspace)

Summary: So your best friend is back in your life, and is also not one, not two but three people. Reconnecting with Steven isn’t as easy as you thought, and you gain a new perspective on your childhood.

CW: mentions of the boy’s childhood/abuse/ neglect, wendy is her own warning, swearing, threats of violence, swearing, bad Chicagoan accents, almost definitely railroad sentences, poor job at explaining DID  Beta’d by @saturn-rings-writes 💖 A/N: It’s weird trying to explain DID without getting into the weeds about it. Weird downside of being a clinician. Anyways, Here’s part 2 I hope you like it!  Steven is Orange  Marc is green  Jake is Red

Word Count: ~3k

The only movement in your apartment is the steady rise and fall of Jake’s chest. Your eyes search over his face, reviewing your attempts at first aid and internally patting yourself on the back. The bandages stuck on, and they don’t seem as red and angry in the daylight. How he manages to look like he’s aware of everything even while sleeping is beyond you. His body looks so stiff, is that from whatever happened last night or is this normal for him? Maybe you shouldn’t be watching him sleep on your couch, you muse, but isn’t it good bedside manner to check on a patient? His brows are still furrowed slightly, the bruise on his cheek casts a shadow over his profile, and his lip is still swollen; but hey, at least he isn’t bleeding anymore. Does this man ever relax? He even sleeps tense, arms crossed over his chest protecting himself like a coiled spring. When is he going to wake up? You have questions, and you’re hungry. You let out a groan louder than you intend startling jake awake. ¡puta madre!” He swears, sitting bolt upright, he grabs your shirt in a vice like grip. The suddenness of his movements, startles you as well, causing you to scream, “Shit! Jake it’s me!” You throw your hands up, palms facing him to try and show him you mean no harm. He glares at you a moment, chest heaving before recognition flashes in his eyes and he lets go. “Y/N…lo siento, I thought, I forgot where we were.” He raises an eyebrow at you, “why are you sitting on the floor?” “oh! I was watching you…sleep. To see if you were okay! Not like in a weird way. You were injured and anyways…breakfast? Breakfast sounds good!” You get to your feet and hurry to your kitchen leaving behind a groggy and confused Jake.

Steven? You need new friends hm? What’s wrong with Y/N? She was watching me sleep She does that. Erm well she used to do that Que lo…what do you mean she does that?? She did that when were were young too, if I slept over, I’d wake up and she’d be there. Said she wanted to make sure I was okay while I slept or somethin’ like that

Huffing softly, Jake slowly makes his way off the couch to see you cooking the breakfast burrito he usually orders at the diner while coffee brews. “I um…sorry, about grabbing you earlier. I’m not used to people watching me sleep, not nice ones anyways.” He jokes “y’know, I want to ask what kind of people are watching you sleep at all, but I don’t think I want to know the answer, and Im sorry for staring at you for an hour” “An hour? Y/N what do you mean an hour?!” You wave your spatula dismissively, “Water under the bridge. Anyways, can we talk more about you being this bogo sale of 3 people, one body?" Jake can’t believe what’s more bizarre, him sleeping over at your house after you found him behind a dumpster and waking to you cooking his order that you apparently memorized, the fact that you are so nonchalant about their disorder, or, that you two were actually childhood friends. You hand him his burrito and coffee, “cream is in the fridge, sugar in the bowl and I don’t have your cotija cheese. Sorry” “We aren’t…Im not.”, Jake rolls his eyes deciding there is no point in arguing semantics with you. “Sure fine, we’re a bargain deal. What questions do you have.” He asks as he makes his coffee before following you back to the living room. “Just start from the top, I guess. Explain more of what dissociating disorder is.”

“Dissociative Identity disorder Y/N and it’s…when someone deals with…less than ideal events, sometimes their brains separate it from themselves. It makes “alters” or, like other people to deal with it.” Jake attempts to cobble together an explanation without reliving their past. You nod, trying to follow along, “So something bad happened and now you, Steven and Marc all live like in the same body but aren’t the same person…yes? “Yea, that’s…yea pretty much” “So who gets to do what? Why do you always come to the diner and never either one of them? Can they hear me?” Jake chokes on the coffee he’s been sipping, “woah, Slow down Y/N.” “Sorry, sorry. To be fair I did tell you last night that I had a lot of questions” you laugh “So when you’re, out or talking or…whatever. Are Steven and Marc around?” “The word you’re looking for is ‘fronting’ and only sometimes. We used to keep our lives separate from one another but are trying to work together more like a-like a family.” “So who is who in the family?” Jake chuckles, “to me? Steven is mi hermanito, like a little brother. He can hold his own, but I still worry about him. Marc is the stubborn middle brother who thinks he is right but isn’t. I'm the oldest, the level headed one, the planner. I make sure we’re safe”

Don’t talk about me like that to Y/N! oh now you care what Y/N thinks about you? Shut it Steven, and Jake? The level headed one? Fat chance Mr. Answers-his-problems-with-fists

You look over Jake’s face, mustering up the courage to ask the question that woke up you in the early hours of the morning. “So is Steven is ‘around’ or ‘present’ since your fronting? Is that right? I don’t know how to ask about any of this without sounding like a dick.” Jake chuckles softly, “Si, Steven is here, you can ask if any of us are ‘around’ if that’s easier. Besides, he’s been bothering me since yesterday to speak with you”. “Really?” Jake nods, finishing his coffee “yes really, I can get him for you, if you like.” “I would love that! Could you really get him for me?” You exclaim. However that excitement is diminished as you realize that you asked jake to connect you with Steven like a phone operator. “Wait, that was rude Jake, I don’t want you to think I’m getting rid of you I just-“ “It’s fine Y/N, besides I’ll always be around, you just have to ask” he quips before closing his eyes. You sit and wait for something, anything to happen. “I wish he would’ve told me how this works” you mumble to yourself as Jake’s (Steven’s?) eyes snap open. “Y/N?” Your heart skips a beat. You know that accent, that small upwards lilt at the end of your name having heard it for years in your youth. You study his features, it’s the same face but it’s not. The lifted brows, the light in his eyes, the barely contained energy emanating from him. “S-Steven? Holy…shit is that really you?” You notice, his eyes frantically searching your face as well, as if in disbelief, “Y/N, gods it is you”. He goes to reach out for you which temporarily breaks you from your reverie. “Hold on…Okay if you are StevenI’m going to ask you some questions and we’ll say the answer at the same time? I want to make sure you are who you say you are.” Steven blinks at you a few times before agreeing, “right, yea course Y/N, but it’s been years”, he chuckles nervously, “l-loads of things have happened since we last saw each other”.

What the hell is she doin’? Hush hermano, Steven is being interrogated by Y/N What do you mean interro- Mira

“You’re right, you’re right” you nod in agreement with Steven, who sighs in relief. “Thank you Y/N, I ju-“

“What their secret password was when they were kids?” You fire off, “W-What? Our secret password?” “What did I want to be when I grew up?” “You changed that almost every time I saw you Y/N I don’t-“

“What did my mom always make us for dinner when you came over?” “Y/N I can’t remember those things!“ his voice pinches as his anxiety spikes

Guilt grips you like a vice. If this is Steven, you’ve spent the first 2 minutes grilling him. Sighing, you relent, “I’m sorry, look I just…I need to make sure you’re you y’know? Last question, I swear” You look at him earnestly, “what was the stuffed animal I gave you?” Steven looks up at you, shoulder dropping as his anxiety melts away. Smiling proudly, he answers “Sir Rosser, he was a purple patchwork bunny”

 ¿qué carajo?  that’s …no ..she gave us…

You squint your eyes, “and who knighted Sir Rosser?”  “You did, because you were the ‘lady of the land’. Knighted him with a ruler if I remember right.” Steven replies before he is summarily smashed into the couch from you tackling him “it is you! Steven I’ve missed you! I-I can’t believe it.” Steven hugs back tightly. Ignoring the ache in the body, he grabs fistfuls of your shirt as though you were a lifeline. “Y/N! Oh I’ve missed you so much”

“Steven, what the hell happened to you? We…you said we’d keep in touch after high school, and you just…disappeared. I couldn’t ever get in touch with you. No one knew where you were and your phone was always dead.” you ramble, the sting of losing Steven bubbling back to the surface.

“I-I know. I promised a lot of things and feel like a right twit for all of it Y/N, truly. I want to tell you what has happened and where we went, yea. But I think that’s more Marc’s story to tell. S’not that I don’t want to share, just doesn’t feel right”.

“Fine…you’re right. I mean I guess that’s fair. Still feels like bullshit that I thought you were gone this whole time and you were literally under my nose for the last year.  Steven chuckles softly, “always was good at hiding, Y/N”. “I won’t ask about details but I gotta know. When we were kids, what the hell was going on? Sometimes I would see you every day for a week and then you’d be gone with no explanation. School sucked without you there and, your dad was always vague about what was going on and then you’d be back at my house like nothing happened.” “I uh…its…Marc’s mum she struggled when we were younger. You have to understand love, she had okay days and bad days…and some really bad days. She kicked Marc out of the house once, left him on the front stoop. Poor lad, had a proper fit and I fronted. I wandered to your house and the rest is history”.

You shake your head, “No, Wendy definitely dropped you off at my house that day Steven. That’s what mom said when she called me downstairs.” Steven shakes his head, “Y/N, I may not remember a lot, but I remember that day. Marc’s mum was having a really bad day. I don’t know what happened, but when I fronted, I was outside and alone. You were the only kid I remember even noticing me, so I went and knocked on your door. We needed somewhere safe to go.” he replies quietly.

Your heart begins to hammer in your chest, sickening gears setting into motion as you realize what your friend experienced “Steven? You…weren’t a clumsy child were you? The forgotten meals and disappearing. Oh god, Steven the yelling. Mom always said your family liked the TV loud but…fuck was that Wendy?” Steven casts his eyes down “I think you already know the answer love”. You sit there, trying to quash the bile rising in your throat, the simmering anger at what he experienced and the profound sadness for your friend. Utterly shell-shocked you speak up, “Steven Im so so sorry. I…can you give me a moment please. To sit with that?” “Course love, it’s a lot I suppose” Steven replies, fidgeting with the end of their shirt. You nod getting off the couch and heading to your room, “yea it’s just…hold that thought and ignore the screams.” Steven looks at you bewildered, “screams? why would you-.” Your bedroom door cuts him off before he hears you shout “FUCK! What the FUCK!” stunning him into silence. He stares at the door hearing a string of angry mumbles, sniffles and swears coming from inside your room.

uh lads…d’you think… you never told me (Y/N) gave us that rabbit! Woah ¡cálmese! That’s what your worried about right now? And it’s because Sir Rosser was MY rabbit first! Oye! Los dos- That rabbit…that rabbit was the only thing that felt safe in that house. I thought that she gave me that rabbit on one of her good days oh Marc..mate. I thought you knew.

The door to your room creaks open, as you emerge red faced. “Im sorry about that. I needed to get that out of my system. What she did to you…to all of youse it…I don’t have the words”. You flop unceremoniously onto the couch and look at your friend who seems deep in thought. “Steven? Steven I really am sorry if what I did was insensitive but to know that you...that that was happening next door just…it infuriates me” Steven looks up and offers you a small smile, “s’alright Y/N, it is a lot innit? Nice being able to spend time with you and your mum though.” After a brief pause, Steven smiles at you. “Oh, when you went to your room to uhh” “I had a tantrum Steven, it’s okay. You can say it” You chuckle softly. “Right. While you had your moment I had a chat with Marc, and I think it would do him some good to pop in and talk with you at some point.

Steven, no. whatever you’re trying to do: no. Hermano, best just let Steven have this. He’s trying y’know? Whatever. I haven’t agreed to anything yet.

A few moments pass, and Steven raises his eyebrows at you. Smiling a bit wider, you catch on, “I would love to meet the mysterious man himself. Only when he is good and ready though”. Steven mouths the words ‘Thank You’ to you before addressing you directly. “Great that’s that settled, now! Can we chat bout something else? Its been bloody ages! Hows things?”

“I wish I had something interesting to tell ya Steven, but in all honesty things are pretty boring. I got a degree and graduated second in my class but, then I couldn’t find a career that I could see myself in long term. I can keep a job sure, but it sucks clocking in to somewhere that feels like its stealin’ your friggin’ soul.” You lean your head back on the couch. “So I quit corporate, started working at Hungry Hub while I figure out next move. I’ve been there about 2 years now. Pay is inconsistent and the owner, Bryce sucks but I like it, feels like a little family. Besides, it brought me back to you. I picked up a few hobbies over the years, but nothing’s ever stuck except baking.”

Steven stares at you, happily nodding along as you update him on your life. “You still bake? After all this time?”

You laugh, a warmth settling into your chest being able to share time with Steven again, “Yea, kept it going since we used to bake with mom, but now I bake when I’m anxious or stressed out.”

“I remember baking with you and your mum! We made chocolate chip cookies one evenin’. She got us matching aprons and played this soft music. She was so patient even when I-I …dropped the whole bag of chocolate chips in the bowl”

You interject, “Yea, you panicked so bad I thought you were gunna pass out which…makes sense now all things considered”. Steven smiles sadly, “but your mum was so kind. She said there’s no such thing as too much chocolate and we..just kept baking. It was like it never even happened.” He trails off, seemingly lost in thought. You watch his features drop, tears brimming as he recalls his childhood. You tentatively place your hand on Steven’s knee, “For what it’s worth, mom was right. There is no such thing as too much chocolate and no what has happened or what will happen, Im happy to have you back Steven.”

Your words pull Steven from his thoughts. Blinking back tears, he leans over and hugs you again. Returning the gesture firmly, you rub your hand up and down his back a bit before you chuckle to yourself. Steven leans back, “what…what’s so funny?”. Covering your mouth to stifle a laugh you gesture vaguely to him “I am over the moon to have you back but you reek, er Jake reeks. This…the body…it stinks.” Steven leans further back, sniffing his own armpit “oh bollocks, we haven’t showered or anything. Still in Jakes clothes from last night even”

“I can drive youse guys back to your place to shower, change and do whatever needs to get done y’know. As long as everyone is okay with it.” Steven smiles at your consideration of them. “Im ready to go, I think Jake would be fine with it as well…Not sure about Marc.” “I don’t know how but why don’t you just ask ‘em. Like…how you talked to them before?”           She’s quick hermanito           I know mate, but you heard her. How’s it sound?           Si claro, works for me           marc?...Marc c’mon.           You can’t avoid her forever hermano           Shut it. I know I can’t I’m just…let me adjust will ya? She can take us back to the apartment. I just need time.            S’all you had to say           Steven’s right. Clear communication           Clear communication. I…I’ll talk to her at some point. Just give me some time.

“Steven, everything okay? You’ve been quiet for a long time.” You place a hand on his shoulder. “Hello?”  He blinks a few times, turning towards you, “Oh sorry, I was just checking in with Marc and Jake, everything is aces (Y/N) Just…be patient with Marc yea? He needs some time”. You smile warmly as you stand to grab your keys “Well youse guys are stuck with me now, so I’ve got all the time in the world.”

[trashcan-caliber]

My friend is getting into jojo (bc of me tee hee 😍) and I’m getting a little worried. Those are MY men, pookie! I know Abbacchio is mine and all but Bruno and him are like a bogo sale. They come together 👿 /jk

(I’m jk love you bro 😎 like who you want)

[djeterg19]

I just read the sequel to old fashioned cupcake and it’s so cute! I love stories about established relationships.

Also this is the same anon from before. And I can’t believe I forgot about Love in the air!!

I have rewatched it so many times. I also have a special place in my heart for Rain and Payu. And I never think of it as thin on plot because the plot is their relationship?? The plot is seeing these 2 people fall in love??? Like. Why are people surprised when a romance show is a romance show. Also I’m always up for any relationship that involves only bisexual people. We don’t see enough of it and I want more. Also like. Genuinely some of the best chemistry I’ve seen in any show in recent memory. Like. Not just sexual chemistry. Emotional chemistry. Comedic chemistry. Physical chemistry. They really struck gold with both pairings from this show.

Also you’ve unlocked my feelings about doomsday and now I feel like I need to rewatch it and cry.

Ps. Is the Cherry Magic manga worth reading? Cause I’ve been debating it. But now I think I might need to.

Ooooooh good to know about the Old Fashioned Cupcake sequel. I just started volume 9 of My Love Mix-up and the sequel is next on the tbr. I also love established relationships. It's one reason why I enjoy romance books that are trilogies or part of a series so much.

Yeah I remember getting pissed off a lot when LITA was airing because there were complaints that there wasn't a plot. Like the plot is finding your person and falling in love. And sometimes those are way harder to pull off than if there's something else going on because you can fill the space with whatever else is going on in the plot. Just accept it's not for you and move on. And I'm very excited that FortPeat and BossNoeul are getting new series together because you are absolutely right. They struck GOLD with those pairings. The chemistry between them was off the charts good in so many ways. I'm a little sad they won't be in the shows together but I will take what I can get.

And I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not because I have all the feels when it comes to Rose and the Doctor. I still vividly remember when that episode aired. Gah. The pain.

As for Cherry Magic manga...I would recommend it personally! It's very similar to the show and there are 8 volumes out currently. I bought a bunch when Barnes and Noble was having a bogo on manga so I did get a couple on sale but I definitely don't regret reading them. They are super cute. They just got engaged in volume 7.

[colorisbyshe]

barnes and noble is doing a BOGO 50% sale for manga, which is pretty good considering how rarely manga goes on sale and how it’ll happen even less now that crunchyroll absorbed rightstuf, but i’m caught up on literally all my series

dungeon meshi, frieren, witch hat atelier…

and instead of just being content my brain is like :) start buying a new series :)

like am i allergic to having money and also shelf space what’s going on

but also most manga sales are like 15-20% tops, 25% off is soo tempting

[switch]

caffeinated beverage assessment

reign white gummy bear

it’s good, it does kinda taste like a haribo, citrusy with some pineapple notes i’d say. on the sweeter side but also pretty light and crisp so not too bad in that department. these were on BOGO for the first time that i’ve seen so that’s why i’m finally trying this brand. i took the piss with the surprise grape flavor sour gummy worm yesterday and didn’t actually review it but even that i found tolerable enough to finish, better than bang or monster’s grape.

i dunno what the state of bang is where you all live but reign definitely seems to have bang beat on variety and quality of flavors here lately. 10 cal/300 mg isn’t ideal considering other brands have them beat at 0 cal/300 mg but it’s certainly far from a dealbreaker. in terms of taste probably my 2nd favorite 300 mg option in order of C4 > reign > bang. dunno if i’d pick these up again over C4 especially with the less frequent sales but another good option.

[paperw0rmz]

I love cis drag queens. I do. I prefer them. But some of y’all need to stop saying you’re a fucking drag queen and the most effort you put into an outfit is a BOGO sale party dress and some lashes…you look normal like you’re going to the club but stopped off at Sam’s club for a snack first.

Be dramatic. Please. I’m begging. Put more effort.

[vintagebitchgifts]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: A new sale every day!.

[amgdesignhouse]

ABOUT ME

Hi! I’m Lex. Nice to meet you.

It’s really Alexandra, but I like to keep it short. I don’t like Alex or Ali, just Lexi or Lex.

Welcome to my new world of design – AMG Design Firm.

How did I get here you may ask? From a little child I always loved going out shopping with my mother, it was quality time we spent together, and I was always such a fascinated little kid. My most memorable shopping trips were to HomeSense. I loved walking through the aisles, mesmerized by all the little home decorations and furnishings. I recall thinking, it’s like jewelry for your home! I would jump when my Mom said she wanted to go, I just absolutely loved everything about this place.

As I got older, and saw more beautiful places and gorgeous architecture, I became very invested in all things interior design. I had an eye for detail and appreciated intricate and detailed interior designs.

On another note – I always had significant curiosity related to retail sales. I would ask my parents a million and one questions when we would walk through shopping centres. “What does BOGO mean?” and “Well why would they give it for half the price” were phrases that often came out of my mouth. I was very intrigued by all of this and wanted to understand further. As I got older and became more mature, I began to understand the psychology involved in consumer behaviour.

When it came time to really pick a route for beginning my career, I knew there was only one option – Marketing. I knew that this would allow me to gain the fundamental understandings of all things business related, while allowing me to still be creative in the ways I enjoyed.

Within only a few short months of my post-secondary education I was extremely confident in the decision that I had made. I knew that ultimately whatever industry I would end up in – marketing expertise is valuable. All businesses require marketing for business development to grow. I knew that the tools I would gain throughout this education experience would remain valuable and useful to me no matter what specific industry I found myself in.

Fast forward to a year or so after completing my Bachelor of Commerce degree, I knew that times were changing, and changing very quickly. I felt as if I did not truly have the most up to date, current knowledge of the digital marketing world – and I wanted to change that.

My end goal has always been to have this design firm running on the sidelines. I know it is not possible to invest all my time into it now, but day-to-day I continue to work on growing the brand.

My goal is to be equipped with the knowledge and expertise to develop meaningful and purposeful content, to my brand better reach its target audience.

I like to call these my seven commandments.

CONSISTENCY, CONSISTENCY, CONSISTENY

In my opinion, I have found that this is the key to success. You must remain consistent with engagement and exposure. Finding the perfect happy medium between not sharing enough and sharing too much is tricky to optimize but will result in a world of success. Through my experience of assisting small businesses in developing their online presense, my one piece of advice is to never slow down posting or sharing. Even if there are times you may feel it is not reaching enough people, make some revisions, and keep on going.

UNIQUE SELLING PROP

In order to be the greatest, you must compete with yourself. See how much you can level yourself up with a unique selling proposition. Why you? What is it that you can do, that others cannot. What is it that you can do better than others. Use this to your advantage and ensure it is effectively communicated to your audience.

COVER AS MUCH GROUND AS POSSIBLE

Use as many channels of communication as possible. TikTok, Facebook, X, Instagram, Tumblr,  & LinkedIn. The more outlets you are using to reach your audience, well the larger your audience becomes. This is the best way to optimize engaging with the most amount of people.

SET GOALS

In order to track your success – which is quite important in my books – is to set goals and challenge yourself to reach them. I like to consistently check in on my goals and extend them further to create an even bigger challenge. This is what keeps you going.

NEVER STOP BRAINSTORMING

Don’t think of the brainstorming stage as just one stage at the beginning of this journey. You should consistently be brainstorming, generating ideas and thoughts that can effectively translate into content

MAKE PARTNERSHIPS

In my opinion, connecting with others is the greatest way to develop and grow. When mind come together, and ideas form amongst

KEEP IT FRESH

I have always been one to stay connected with current events and the happenings within society. It is very important for me to always be aware and up to date with the latest news – no matter the topic. I feel that this connection brings me new knowledge and continuously allows me to learn about new things.

All of this has confidently allowed me to develop and grow my personal brand and design firm. I will use these as guidelines for years to come. I believe that these commandments are fluid across all types of digital media marketing.

I hope that this information is valuable to you in your expedition throughout the ever-emerging and growing digital world.

[buddyhollyscurls]

https://www.tumblr.com/buddyhollyscurls/733671519243403264/somebody-on-another-blog-suggested-an-organised?source=share

the addiction to comfort and social media. Why go to a mall when I can order an outfit? Why make coffee when I can get Starbucks? Why cook when I can eat McDonald’s? Why boycott when I can just ignore the protests and the genocide or watch gore porn of Palestinians and pretend I’m doing something?

Americans are addicted to chasing happiness. Not in a good way, but in the sense that anything that remotely distracts them from their comfort is repulsive to them. Yeah, people are dying, but Starbucks is having a special! Sure, people’s limbs are being blown off, but McDonald’s is literally the cheapest fast food 🤪. Yeah, Zuckerberg and Musk support Israel, but where else am I supposed to post my selfies and my tweets?

Addicted to chasing happiness and temporary comfort. Americans need to get like the French.

And the gag is, is that by us just being so addicted to this shit, we're just letting them know its ok to continue to do whatever it is that they do. "McDonalds is the cheapest fast food." As if fast food prices haven't gotten a fuck ton more expensive, but instead of telling ourselves hell no I'm not gonna pay this shit they just go oh well I want my meal. Starbucks is expensive af too now, but they know that with sales or BOGOs the masses will keep coming back and forget about everything until we find out the next bullshit they pulled and the cycle repeats. and this is how we want to get ANYWHERE,

[piscesunbaby]

What's something that makes your heart race in the best way? First kiss? Awesome sunset? Bogo sales?

i’m a simple gal. i like hands in my hair and tracing lil circles on my hands with your thumb. and most importantly holding hands with fingers interlaced 💕

[mamatiffeatstolive]

I made tofu for the first time.

Giving In

I spent a lot of time researching the texture of tofu and reading that it is “soft” was unhelpful and didn’t ease my nerves about trying it. So I’m glad that the first time I had tofu was in a Chipotle bowl or else its appearance and texture probably would have turned me off.

Tofu wasn’t on the top of my list to add to my vegan meals, but I love been tired and low on energy the last few days. I’ve been doing my best to have at least one scoop of protein each day, but I know that’s still not enough. So I added tofu to my grocery list for my next shopping trip and of course they were have a BOGO sale on it.

Cooking It

All I knew was that I needed to press it, whatever that means. I didn’t know there are actual tofu press tools, so I used my Nutribullet, cans of beans, and a kettlebell to press mine.

I also failed to adequately plan how I wanted to season and flavor the tofu so I was kind of winging it in the kitchen. I’m not even sure that the sauce I used was vegan…

The Result

It turned out fairly well. It tasted good, but the texture is something to get used to.

Next time, I would like to have a tofu press to help evenly (and and safely) press the tofu. I hope this will also make the texture of the tofu a little less soft, if that’s possible.

The Recipe

Ingredients

12 oz extra-firm tofu (pressed)

1/2 cup quinoa

1/2 cup brown rice

1 sweet potato chopped into 1/2-inch cubes

1 cup chopped zucchini

1/2 cup chopped white onion

1 cup chopped green pepper

2 tbsp minced garlic

2 tbsp soy sauce

2 tbsp hoisin sauce

3 tbsp olive oil

3-4 tbsp Asian Zing sauce

salt and pepper to taste

How to Cook It

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Season sweet potato and cook for 20-30 mins, or until the cubes reached desired tenderness.

Combine brown rice and quinoa into a saucepan with 2 cups of water and 1 tbsp olive oil. Bring to a boil. Once boiling, reduce heat to medium and let the water absorb, stir occasionally. Once the water is absorbed, turn off heat and cover for 5 mins.

Heat 1 tbsp of olive oil over medium heat in a skillet. Add zucchini, onions, peppers, and garlic. Cook until fragrant. Add tofu, hoisin sauce, and soy sauce. Cook 5-8 mins. Add Asian Zing sauce. Finish cooking.

[phoenixrising0308]

Prince Charming (2): Glitter in the air

#Day 16 Glitter

A/N: set 4 years after “And along came Polly” and in an open match world. Liam is a teacher (who isn’t open about his royalty status) Liam’s mother’s name is Lily.} 

Pencil Chronicle Theme(s): Cinnamon roll hero- Bonus trope collection Pencil Chronicle Prompt(s): “I feel God in this chili tonight.” and “I am Beyoncé, always.” - The Office collection “I like good strong words that mean something.” - Little Women Collection Additional Prompt(s) - #’s 12,13,31 and Location Prompts #67 and #26 

Disclaimer

Words according to this blogger: Dulce means sweet in Spanish. 

Triggers: None 

Chapter Song inspiration: Glitter in the air - P!nk 

Word count: 4,000 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Wednesday

Chili’s

He took a sip from his drink and slammed the table, and said, “WHOA! I feel God in this chili tonight.” and he burped loudly, “Are you having a great time?”

Jessica looked at her match date and kicked herself for being talked into the “Bargain Bin Match Bogo sale.” The Matchmaking service called “Eros 2.0” was owned by former interns of the disbanded ‘Eros’ matchmaking service; the rumor was they were always offering matches at half the price of their competitors by using discontinued or destroyed matches whose parts were broken down and put in other matches to repurpose for sale. Tonight’s candidate for Eros 2.0 was candidate #348 and went by the name Dames Elvin Rosario’s.

Jessica found him absolutely obnoxious, but she was also upset that he was designed based on her preferences. She asked for a friendly and quiet place that offered Chilean sea bass on their menu; instead, she found herself at a loud restaurant with several TVs with the occasional “Happy Birthday song from the Chili’s crew.” And instead of Chilean Sea Bass, she found Chili’s original Chili on the menu.

The waitress walked over and handed Dames the bill. He said, “Jess, you got this, right? I forgot my wallet, and it’s not payday.”

Jessica sighed. “Sure.” ‘How many frogs do you have to kiss…like he isn’t even like a real guy. Fix your life, Jess; just fix it. I’m getting a refund.’

“You’re driving me home, right? I want to say keep the windows up. You know stomach ain’t right.”

4 blocks away … Michael's craft store

His basket was full, but there was something he was looking for. He needed pink glitter. Pink was the class color this month. Tomorrow he would have all his students make a class art submission for ‘World Art Day’ It was also a monthly class pet day. He knew he would regret having to give his Corgi Chance five doggie baths to get the glitter off him but seeing their smiling faces would be all he needed for him to make it worth it.

Liam Rhys was everything you could imagine a Pre-K teacher to be kind, patient, and understanding. He gave up his Central Park Penthouse in favor of being closer to his job and just closed on a Williamsburg Brownstone two months ago. Riding his bike around the neighborhood, he discovered a tiny little bakery called ‘Dulce’ he loved some of the Latin inspired flavors; it reminded him of places he went to when he studied abroad in college he spoke the language fluently, and every summer for the last four years he volunteered at privately funded foundation called ‘Teach beyond limits where he traveled to help support other schools summer enrichment programs. Last summer, he spent time in Puerto Rico. He decided to spend Christmas break with a few friends and a local Christmas eggnog drink called Cocoquito. When he saw a twinkie inspired by it in the window, he had to try it.

Now, this little bakery would be his go-to place once a week on Fridays. He would stop in, and he would treat himself to a Dulce de leche Apple Turnover. As it turns out, the owner was the mother of Chance’s favorite student, Paloma Bianca Walker. Her classmates would call her Polly. Last week, her mother Emily asked a few personal questions he was happy to answer, thinking that she wanted to know a loyal customer better. Still, he also made sure to be vague for a few personal reasons as well as professional.

Friday

Jessica spent the night crying, upset that apparently Riley Brooks was now starting a family with her former fiancé and former FDNY Paramedic turned Physical Therapist, Rafael Aveiro showed up on her people you might know feed, and she combed through his pictures. They seemed happy; meanwhile, Jessica was stuck. She didn’t want him back, but she questioned why karma hadn’t gotten to him; four years later, she was still alone and still very much wanting to share her life with someone but pretended not to care. April 16th was her deceased parents’ wedding anniversary, and being lonely hit her the hardest, so she made sure to take off.

Jessica was given strict orders by Drake to be at ‘Dulce’ at 7:45 AM to take Polly to school. He needed to be at one police plaza for a meeting, and Emily was opening up the bakery. It was now 8:10 AM., and Polly started at 8:30AM.

Jessica finally made it double-parked her car.

“Titi (Aunt) Jessie!”

“Hey there, my beautiful girl.”

Polly looked excited as she said, “Chance day.”

“Who is Chance?”

“Chance is the class pet! He’s a Corgi”

“Oh, that’s fun!” Jessica replied.

Emily said, “But thanks for doing this for us, Jessica.”

“No problem. I’m off; Drake is handling city hall; he knows I hate working on this day. Besides, you have the bakery. And Sue across the street, that rotten recipe stealing-”

Emily cut Jessica off and said, “PIKACHU. Sue is a recipe stealing Pikachu.”

“Yeh, she’s a Pikachu, alright.”

Emily walked over and said, “Chance is waiting!” Emily followed and took a look at Jessica’s outfit choice.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a lovable mess.” Emily quickly took the pen out of Jessica’s hair, and it fell down below her shoulders. “You never know. Take off that purple sweater.” Emily mumbled before saying, “Paloma, take Titi Jessie’s sweater.”

Polly took Jessica’s sweater.

“Maybe you will bump into Prince Charming in a parking lot?”

Jessica scoffed, “Prince Charming… is stuck in traffic.”

Inside Jessica’s Escalade

Jessica and Polly were singing the little mermaid score as she got ready to merge into the lane to give the go-ahead from the other. Suddenly, the car sped up and cut them off, as Jessica was about to merge.

She honked the horn and pulled her window down, “YOU FUCKING FUCK FACE ASSHOLE! You couldn’t wait for your fucken turn!”

“Oh, bad, bad words.”

“Oh, POLLY, well, sometimes when you don’t wait your turn, someone has to tell you didn’t do the right thing, and Mr. The Honda Accord was really mean. Maybe and just maybe he won’t do that again because it um… It hurt my feelings, and I yelled.” Jessica tried rationalizing as the Honda drove slower than molasses in front of them.

“OH MY GOD, FUCKING FUCK FACE ASSHOLE! ! Why cut in front of my car if you’re going to move like a damn tourist,” Jessica growled before clearing her throat. “Sorry, he hurt my feelings again.”

Polly looked intrigued, “Ooh, okay.” She replied as they drove.

‘FUCK, I’m gonna get so much shit over being late. They gave me these official plates for my personal vehicle for a reason.’ Jessica put her NYPD Police lights on her dashboard, turned on her sirens, and then got on her speaker.

“This is an official Police vehicle giving a lawful order to yield right of way to the Ford Escalade behind you.”

Most Holy Trinity Elementary - Pre-K: Room 1

Polly could barely contain her excitement as they all lined up to see Chance. The 4-year-old thought it was the best thing ever that she had been looking forward to all week. Just when it was almost her turn, another preschooler cut her off in line.

“Hey!”

The boy stuck his tongue out at her, and Polly felt her anger boiling. ‘

‘Hurt my feelings.’

“YOU FUCKING FUCK FACE ASSHOLE!”

Every student gasped, and Liam blinked in surprise. “Polly. That is not a nice word. Well, that whole sentence was unkind.” He told her as she crossed her arms with a pout.

“Gavin was mean!”

Liam nodded and crouched down to both their levels. “Gavin, you have to wait your turn. That is not fair or nice. Polly, just because our feelings are hurt doesn’t mean we can use bad words like that to hurt other people, Okay? Next time, come get me.”

Both kids looked to the ground, “Sorry…”

“Now, let’s sing a song about our feelings, okay?”

Liam walked over to his mother’s guitar and picked it up, and began to play a few cords as he softly sang to his class as they waited for their turns to play with Chance.

Liam asked Polly privately.” Now, where did you hear that word from?”

Polly didn’t even think twice. “Titi Jess.”

“Thank you, Polly.”

Afternoon dismissal

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Paloma Walker.”

The secretary said, “Oh, she is with her teacher. They are in Prek-4, room one. It’s down the hall to your left.”

Jessica walked down the hall with her purple sweater. ‘I don’t care if it’s homey. It’s comfortable.’ The minute she walked in and saw him, she felt a faint blush warm her cheeks. ‘Polly’s teacher looks like that!? OMG, the glasses and suspenders well bend me over a desk.’ Jessica thought as the tall, blonde, handsome, big-built man with blue eyes looked played with Polly and Chance. Jessica ran into the hallway and took off the sweater and returned and shoved the ugly sweater behind herself on a desk.

Liam seemed to stare at her longer than intended before he shook himself and smiled. He extended his hand, “Are you, Mrs. Jessica Garcia?” ‘Please be a Miss.’ He secretly thought.

Jessica took a sweeping look at Liam and bit her lip. ‘My name is Jessica, but you can call me yours.’

“Uh, yeah!… Well, it’s Miss” She tried leveling her voice, “I’m Polly’s Aunt. Godmother. A close friend of her parents. Whatever you want to call it.” She gave a nervous laugh as she rambled.

Liam extended his hand and she took it.

‘God, you’re hands are huge. This could only mean one thing: you have a big crayon, and I would love to scribble with you. ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Wipe the smirk off your face.’ She cursed inwardly. She smiled.

Liam held her hand longer than a typical handshake. ‘I am, covered in pink glitter. My— God. You are beautiful; I would tell you every morning if you woke up next to me. Wait, I’m still holding your hand. Liam let it go.’ He released her hand and cleared his throat.

“I’m Mr. Rhys; you can call me Liam. I’m Paloma’s teacher.”

‘Also VERY single AND very interested.’

“But before you go, I actually feel I need to bring up something Polly said.”

Liam thought, ‘Gavin is a fucken fuck face. He is rude to everyone and just a complete brat. Is it wrong to be glad she told him off so I could meet you?’

Jessica frowned, “Oh?” ‘I really could just listen to you talk for hours. I bet you are good with kids. I will have ALL your babies…want to start tonight?’

“See…Another student cut in front of her to see Chance and Polly said a string of very creative profanity.” ‘I’d also like to say I can get lost in those brown eyes, and all is forgiven, Love. Love the nickname suits you. Let me whisper it in your ear while you sleep.’

Jessica nervously bit her lip and thought inwardly, ‘Oh Squirtle! I mean, oh shit! Now, you want to curse in Pokémon? You just made Polly that kid. Drake is going to be so mad at me FUCK. I’m still going over your house for the Yankee game fuck that.’

“Oh, I am so sorry about that. Mr. Walker really should watch what he says around her. It’s the job that takes its toll on you in many ways.”

Liam raised a brow with an amused look. “Oh, is that so? Because I heard something about her Titi saying it. Wonder if perhaps her Titi might consider another manner to express her disappointment.”

‘I would love to give you ideas over dinner. But if you would like to just be on time out under me, that can be arranged.’

Jessica gave Polly a look as Polly was oblivious while playing with Chance. Jessica smiled back at Liam.

“Well, I mean-I promise, I’ll talk to her about it.” ‘I’m torn between being angry at her for snitching or getting her a happy meal and doing a kiddie interrogation for intel.’

“It’s alright. Kids are like sponges at this age. It was very creative, though.” He chuckled, and Jessica chuckled as well.

“Yeah, you get creative in traffic.”

There was a bit of silence as they both smiled at each other.

Liam thought, ‘Can I ask her out? Is that allowed? I can’t even remember the last time I felt like this…Which is never.’

Jessica thought, ‘Does he like to read them stories? Look around the room, be cool; wait, guitar? Just take my panties.’

They both cleared the silence with a small laugh as Jessica said, “Well, I guess we better go. Come on, Polly.”

Liam wanted to frown but forced himself not to. ‘I don’t want you to leave. I want to know everything there is to know about you. Do you like French toast? Do you like coffee or tea? How many kids do you want? Do you love to dance? Ever been to Cordonia? I kinda have to do this thing. What are your thoughts on marriage?’

Polly sighed, “Ookkaay… By Chance, Bye Mr. R.!”

Jessica saw her sweater on the desk and walked past it. ‘Cinderella didn’t look back, so I’m not.’

He waved, “Goodbye, Polly.” Chance sat next to Liam as he watched Jessica and Polly leave the classroom. He looked down at Chance by his leg and smiled, then said, “…AND that’s how I met your mother on a sunny April afternoon covered in glitter. You’re a good boy, Chance; you are a very good boy indeed.”

In the parking lot

“Chicky nuggie?”

“Abso-fucken-lutely.” Jessica slapped her thigh, annoyed at herself for the slip-up. “Well, if I can get in a corner with Mr. Rhys, I will die happy, so there is that.”

“I’m telling Daddy!”

“Polly… Do you want to go to ‘Its Sugar’? I will let you buy whatever you want. They have a five-pound gummy bear with your name on it. We can keep it in my house.”

Back in the classroom

Liam sighed to himself as he cleaned up the room. ‘I hope she comes around more…God, you should have just asked her.’

He looked at the purple sweater and grabbed it. “WELL wouldn’t be the first time a prince brought something back to its owner.” He stared down at the sweater, smelling lavender vanilla on it. “I love Vanilla.”

Jessica’s Loft Intercom

Liam held the purple sweater in his hand, “I can do this. It’s not weird. So, she is Polly’s Aunt. I can ask her out. She gets to know the real Liam.”

Liam buzzed the apartment.

Jessica answered, “Hi, can I help you?”

“Um… Hi, Ms. Garcia. You left a purple sweater in my classroom. I hope you don’t mind. I asked Mrs. Walker if I could have your address to bring it to you.”

“Thank you, I will be right down.”

Inside Jessica’s loft

Jessica felt her heart flutter as she rushed to the bedroom and looked all over her apartment for an outfit and decided on her perfect black skinny jeans with a wine-colored top. She looked at herself in the mirror and fidgeted with her hair and shirt, and said, “I am Beyoncé, always. Beyoncé is flawless.” She accepted it and made her way downstairs going.

Jessica opened her apartment building door, “Thanks.” She smiled. Liam handed her the sweater, and their eyes met, their hands barely touching.

‘Do it. Take this chance. Don’t let yourself wake up tomorrow regretting not knowing what could have been.’

Liam took a deep breath and said, “I also wanted to deliver it in person because I was hoping you would be interested in going out with me. It’s Friday, and I’m sure you have other commitments -”

Jessica beamed, “No, I don’t. What did you have in mind?

“Stargazing on a beach, you aren’t too far from the beach, I believe.

Jessica felt butterflies in her stomach. ‘It sure beats an Astros - Yankee game…sorry, Drake.’

She faltered, “Well, it’s a private section. So they write us a ticket. I bet I can get us out of it.”

Liam smiled. ‘I own the section. It was where my mother took my father. Before the start of his season.”

“I have a particular attachment to its namesake. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can avoid tickets.”

Jessica enthusiastically nodded, “Uh, can I go get changed real fast?”

‘You look perfect as is. ‘

“Of course, I’ll wait.”

Once the door closed, Jessica practically skipped back to her apartment to get a jacket for the evening and but on a pair of sneakers. Liam grinned to himself as he hummed the class song for the week ‘If you’re happy and you know it.’

Pebble Beach - Lily Cove

“I thought this was nice and quiet. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jessica saw the stars barely forming as the sun started to set. Orange light reflected off the water and gave them both a golden glow. It was so peaceful.

Jessica smiled, “No, it’s perfect here.”

Liam took out a messenger he packed with a beach towel and fanned it out in the air; they could see specks of glitter release themselves from the blanket as they looked up. It almost seemed magical.

“…Is that glitter?” She smiled as she watched it twinkle in the air and landed on her.

“Yes, and we are totally covered in it. I’m so sorry. I had my students make an art project for ‘World Art Day.’”

“Well, Mr. R., you really are like a dream teacher.”

“Thank you that is very kind of you. But I’m hoping that despite all the glitter I just got on you, maybe you would think I’m an even better date.”

They laid the blanket down and sat across from each other. “A picnic?”

“Sort of. I wasn’t sure if I made it to you by the time, you would have eaten, so I packed something for us to snack on. “

‘Us. I like the sound of that.’ Liam thought to himself as he gave Jessica a warm smile. He began to unpack the impromptu picnic French bread, baked brie with honey and walnuts, and a nicely boxed cupcake.

Jessica raised a brow, “Is that from…”

“Yes. Emily made us a ‘date’ cupcake. Lemon, lavender rosewater cupcake.”

“That is gorgeous,” Jessica said, looking at the beautifully decorated cupcake.

“It is. But the cupcake is second to you.” Liam said, looking at Jessica sweetly.

Jessica blushed and averted Liam’s gaze, “Thank you.” She changed the topic with a smile. “So, you teach Pre-K?”

Liam smiled. “Yes. Yes, I do. It is the best job I’ve had so far. I volunteered at a foundation to did pro bono work, and one of the teachers at the school told me there was an opening, and I should consider it.”

“I love that. It’s just nice to give back. Work is where you spend most of your time if you’re unhappy, and you can …Change.”

Liam smiled knowingly, “I was a corporate attorney for a few years, and I worked long hours… I was so unhappy, Jessica. I just felt there was something I was more suited for. I wanted to travel again like I did in college.”

“You can call me Jessie if you want. That’s what my friends call me.”

Liam smiled, “I’m sorry, being formal is just a thing I naturally do. May I call you Jess?”

“Sure.”

“Jess, tell me about yourself. What is your heart’s desire?”

90 minutes later…

The conversation flowed easily between them. Jessica muttered, “Una Estrella fugaz” (A shooting star)

Liam responded,“Cuando ves una estrella fugaz, tienes que pedir un deseo.” (When you see a shooting star, you have to make a wish)

“You speak Spanish?” Jessica asked.

“Yes. I learned when I traveled.”

Jessica said as she gave him a glowing smile. “Cerrar los ojos y pedir un deseo” (close your eyes and make a wish)

They closed their eyes, and Jessica reached for Liam’s hand, and he grabbed it; they both squeezed each other’s hands as they made their wish quietly in their heads.

‘I wish for more nights like this with Liam.’

‘I wish for more nights like this with Jess.’

Liam smiled and asked, “Ready for that cupcake?”

“Sure.”

Liam carefully unwrapped the cupcake and held it in his hand. “I forgot to bring something to cut this in half with.” He held the cupcake to Jessica’s lips, “Here, you take a bite.”

Jessica closed her eyes and bit into the soft, moist cupcake, and let out a little moan. “Gosh, that’s so good.” Jessica took the cupcake out of Liam’s hand and said, “Your turn.”

Jessica’s Apartment

“Liam, I had a really great night.”

“I did too.”

“Jess, text me when you get home safe, okay?”

Jessica smiled at his consideration of her. It sadly wasn’t often a man did that on first dates. “Sure, I’d like that.” She bit her lip as Liam leaned over the door frame towering over her. “How tall are you, Jess?”

“Liam, I’m 4’11.”

‘I love the way she says my name. I SO want to kiss her. I think I’m in Love. Here goes nothing.”

“So, this is that awkward part where we stand there just wondering. I would like not to wonder.” He noticed she got on her toes too, and instantly he felt her heart melt, and then he gently lifted her chin.

Pressed his lips to hers. He could still taste the buttercream frosting from their shared cupcake. Their tongues coiled and mingled, finding the perfect rhythm that sent shivers up their spine. That moment they connected, and the hustle and bustle of city life paused, and their wildest dreams felt possible, and they were falling for each other.

He rested his head on hers. “I had a really great night.”

“Me too,” Jessica murmured, feeling like it was the date she always dreamed of with a man that felt like a fairytale.

Jessica stepped away and entered her apartment and A few minutes later, she texted Liam. ‘Thank you for a great time. I hope we can do it again.”

She noticed the message was received, so she decided to change and get ready for bed.

Two hours later …

Liam didn’t respond. She sighed. I like good strong words that mean something. I believe he meant them. So relax, Jess, maybe he is asleep.’

Meanwhile, outside of Jessica’s apartment

Liam found himself returning after taking a quick shower. He didn’t want his night to end. Never feeling like he connected to anyone the way he did with her. He thought it was silly and that she might find it odd. He texted, “It’s me, Liam. Jess, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Jessica: I can’t stop thinking about you either.

Liam: Do you want to watch the sunrise with me?

Jessica: Yes. Yes. I do. Um, I have a rooftop garden. Want to come here?

Liam: I would love that.

Jessica: You know the way?

Liam: Yes.

Jessica: Call me when you get here so I can buzz you in.

Liam: Okay.

Jessica’s phone rang, and she answered, “Liam.”

“Hey, I’ve been outside your apartment for about an hour. I just never really felt like this before about someone. I didn’t want the night to end.”

Jessica’s rooftop garden 4:42 AM - Saturday

Liam and Jessica sat there holding warm mugs of coffee wrapped in a blanket and watched the sunrise, and she dreaded him leaving shortly after, so she cuddled close to him.

“Liam, can I make you French toast after this?”

“I love French toast.” ‘Your one I have been waiting my whole life for.’ He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and touched her nose gently with his thumb.

“You still have glitter on you.”

6 hours later…

Liam’s Brownstone

Liam smiled as he opened up his apartment door. He was on cloud nine. He couldn’t wait for their second date. He was already planning it in his mind.

When he walked in, he was surprised to see someone sitting on his couch.

“Hey, little brother.”

“Leo, what are you doing here?”

Originally published on 4.15.21 and transitioned to this URL on 7.2.21 by the original author. -J

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Castlevania season 3 episode 9 notes

-spoilers!! Also tw for SA in this ep? Idk 16 minutes in Alucard looks very uncomfortable during a seggs scene and I found it kind of triggering.

-Hector eats pussy. A king

-Issac is so badass??

- The Judge can fight!?

- Saint Germain is a bit of a bitch

- Trevor likes cats

- Alucard is not straight or at least very lonely. Probably both.

- Lenore came across lacy underwear in the 1400s, and that’s what I’m most impressed about

-Lenore’s bra is stupid and her shoes and socks match her underwear, maybe it was an impending apocalypse sale? A bogo perhaps?

- the ball of magic slaves is new???

- alucard why are you crying it’s killing the vibe

- sypha is so overpowered I’m obsessed with her

- alucard looks so uncomfy oh I hate it.

- sumi and taka look like they rolled in oil, ew.

-who’s hands are where?! No one knows and I’d hate to find out!

-if anything at least Hector and Lenore have a good time

- taka eats ass you can’t change my mind

- the parallel of Lenore seemingly having all the power and Alucard having no power, both of them in the same position… I’m sure this would mean something if I paid attention in English class

- I imagined taka as slim/like lean muscle toned? Idk I just don’t think he should be built like a brick shithouse.

- I’m still mentally like 3 episodes back where Hector has grey pubes. I think it’s from stress.

- the crowns of thorns were a really great idea esp with Issac cutting it away with his forge knife!

- if it was up to me Issac would have ascended-god status. Like not quiet a full god but just about

- killing the slaves really was a mercy. Like, I’m getting ‘thank you’ and ‘a pain expression mixed with a relief’ vibes

- really not loving that “hey let’s have seggs with someone to get them on my side” thing Lenore has got going on.

- oh Hector and Alucard. I’m so sorry.

- hectors scream :(

- alucards expression when sumi and taka are standing over him is just so sad :(

- “what the fuck is that?” Asked the priest, as though he did not just tear open the raw asshole of Hell with a fucking demon they crucified and let rot in their cellar

- I love the naked lady decor Hell has going on. Really sets the “I’ve missed my wife who was burned alive because I couldn’t protect her” vibe.

- i don’t even consider Dracula a villain at this point. Just an old man that wanted to die. He’s probably pretty happy just chilling in hell with his wife and their naked lady statues