#smiling friends woo hoooo

[bunkerkuan4444]

[jackr4bb1t]

a quiz thingy

?This is seriously going to get personal, you ready? yes

?If you were caught cheating, would you fess up? i wouldn't be cheating. :") but when i was a young dumb kid who did, i immediately confessed ksjdhfkjsdhf

?The last time you felt honestly broken? um idk yesterday or the day before i dont remember when that was because time is all blurring together now

?Are you craving something? yessss

?If you could have one thing right now what would it be? kat

?Would you rather have ten kids, or none? NONE!!!!!!!!!

?What do you hear right now? bf typing and bitching loudly

?Is your bed against more than one of your walls? yes (two)

?What’s on your mind right now? "What's on your mind right now?"

?Are you there for your friends? no :")

?Last person to see you cry? sjdkhfkjsdhfjshdfkjshdfkjh kat :")

?What do you do when you get nervous? uhhhh idk skdjhfkjsdhf I just kinda get really quiet and clammed up B') i dunno how to describe it. and it really depends on the context.

?Be honest, do you like people in general? i think my answer actually might be yes??

?How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? it is absolutely never going to happen under any circumstance

?Does anyone completely understand you? i think my answer actually might be yes??

?Do you have a reason to smile right now? i'm literally smiling right now because kat is saying some dumb shit thats cracking me up as im trying to type this skjdfhksjdfh

?Has anyone told you they don’t ever wanna lose you? yeahksjdhsudjfh

?Do you tell your mum or dad everything? ABSOLUTELY NOT LMAO

?Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes? like cigarettes?? yeah idk i find the smell pretty gross so it's definitely something i'd prefer not to have to smell all the time kjsdhfkjdhsf

?Are you going to get hurt anytime soon by someone uhhhh I SURE HOPE NOT

?This time last year, can you remember who you liked? ksdjfhskjdfh pretty much no one. i was actually mostly single for a couple of years there. for the first time in my life i went completely without any serious romantic interest and focused on myself instead. it was an interesting experience.

?Do you think more about the past, present, or future? definitely future skjdhfjkshdf i hardly ever think about the past or even the present

?How many hours of sleep do you get a night? thankfully most nights i get a solid 7-8. sometimes i'll only get like 5. but other nights i'll get like 10. the majority of the time though, it's in the 7-8 range.

?Are you easy to get along with? yes

?Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? no

?What was the last drink that you put in your mouth? water

?What size bed do you have? queen

?Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in? before wtf

?Do you like the rain? yes as long as i'm not in it kjsdhfjdf. (but i'm fine being in it if it's light.)

?Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? in this exact moment genuinely no skjdhfjhd (unless by some brief passing coincidence)

?Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do lots ksjdhfj

?Would people refer to you as a goodie goodie, bad news, or neither? probably neither? i think/hope?

?Who were you last in the car with, besides family? uhhHHHhhhhhHH JIM

?What’s the last movie you saw in theaters and with who? CATS WITH KAT OR MAYBE IT WAS SONIC???? i cant remember which order we saw those in skdjfhkjsdfh

?Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/ girlfriend? i'm actually pretty sure the answer to this is no so like sjdfksjdhfj wow yay i did it

?Have you ever been hurt by someone you never thought would hurt you? yep

?Your parents are out of town. Would you throw a massive party? jsdkhfkjsd no, i never did any such thing. although i would have people over that i wasn't supposed to.

?Do you regret a past relationship? all of them

?Would you rather spend a Friday night at a concert or a crazy party? why are those my only options -sobs- IT DEPENDS ON MY MOOD SKJDHFJKSDHF I GUESS I'LL PICK THE CONCERT CUZ IT SEEMS LESS SOCIAL B'D AND I AM SURE THERE ARE QUITE A FEW BANDS/SINGERS THAT WOULD BE REALLY COOL TO SEE LIVE.

?Do you tend to fall for the same type of person over and over? i definitely used to ksjdhfkjdshf and i was barking up the wrong tree the entire time

?Have you made a joke about somebody that made them cry? I really hope not skjdfhsjdkfh I've never been the "roasting" type idk sdjfh I've never really like... poked fun at people idk that type of humour has never really been funny to me? idk how to word what i'm trying to say ksjdfhjsdfh basically I just don't really ever make jokes about people because I don't find that type of humour to be entertaining.

?Do you care too much about your appearance? i care about it a LOT less than i used to but i still hate myself kjsdfhgkjfdg so i suppose that is an indication that i care too much

?Are you a jealous person? romantically? yes. literally any other context? no

?Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? no

?Do you miss anyone? yes :(

?Last person who made you cry? uhhhhhh

?Does your ex piss you off? no skjdfhsjkd

?What are you doing tomorrow? just some stupid bullshit chores/errands/etc. woo hoooo.

?Are you the type of person who has a new boyfriend/ girlfriend every week? lmao no (although i was sorta like that in high school sdlkfjhksdjfh)

?Is there anyone you want to come see you? yes

?Have you ever been cheated on? yes

?Ever given your all to someone who walked away? not really

?Do you like cotton candy? yes as a treat

?Who was the last person you had a serious conversation with? kat

?Do you have siblings? yes

?Have you ever fallen asleep on someone? yes

?How has the past week been for you? hell

?Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? i dont really have friends of any sex except for my partner and we are the same sex sex sex sex sex GAY GAY GAY

?What’s on your mind right now? SEX SEX SEX GAY GAY GAY SEX GAY SEX GAY SEX

?What were you doing at midnight last night? IDK PROBABLY CRYYIINGGG oh wait i was at work skdjfhskjfh waiting for jim to be ready to leave he always stays til exactly midnight unlike most people who will leave around 1158 sdkjfhskdjfh HE HAS TO FOLLOW THE RULLLESSS but i don't mind cuz he's giving me a ride which is cool so i don't mind to wait the extra minutes til midnight B) i mean, i am getting paid to be there sooo.

?What is your current mood? NEEDY

?Who was the first person you talked to today? KAT

?Will this week be a good one? YEAH WE'RE GETTING OUR SHIT TOGETHER

?Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? I'm sure there are things that have happened B')

?Who were you with last night kathel who was horrifying me as i was half asleep. talking at length about how hes gonna get a garfield tramp stamp. -sobs.- i fell asleep to that.

?Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? LMAO BITCH WHAT DID I JUST SAY. YOU STUPID???

?Next time you will kiss someone hopefully not too much longerrrr B(

?Who should start the kiss, the girl or the boy? wowza

?Do you have any plans for the weekend? it's monday you fucking whore, i hardly have a plan for what i'm doing in this current present moment let alone several days from now

oh the quiz is over now

[a-butterfly-on-his-tummy]

Without Kale

“I’m gonna take Ethan upstairs. He needs to be fed and put down for a nap,” you say, bouncing your chunky thirteen month old son in your arms. “Would you mind making Grace some lunch?”

“I can do that.” Harry stands from his desk and makes his way towards you and your son, planting a sweet kiss on your temple before leaning down and giving one to your son as well.

“I think we have some extra chicken in the fridge and a few pitas. You could make the chicken and kale salad sandwich she loves so much.” Smiling at Harry, you make your way out of the office and into the living area.

“I’ll have to look and see if we have kale. I think I used all of it yesterday in my smoothie.” Harry’s teeth clench in an awkward way and his lips spread in a grimace as if he is saying “oops”, worried we may be out of a tasty part of the meal. “We might have to compromise, then go to the store after Stud wakes up from his nap.” He searches the living room for his daughter, but she is nowhere to be found. “Where is she?” Harry asks as you make your way up the stairs to Ethan’s bedroom.

“Outside with Poppy! Will you feed the dog as well? Please?” You ask with a pleading look because feeding Poppy isn’t your favorite thing. Harry insists on wet dog food multiple days during the week to mix things up for her, and let’s be honest, the smell makes you want to vomit. Today is a stinky food day for Poppy.

“Will do. Have a good nap, Stud.” Harry calls to your son as you continue to his bedroom.

Harry saunters into the kitchen, humming a upbeat tune softly. The water pours from the faucet, and he pulls off his rings, the metal clinking against the stone of the countertop adding percussion to his song before squirting soap on his hands. He watches out the window as his daughter throws the green tennis ball across the yard for her furry best friend. His fingers intertwine and rub together, bubbles forming as he scrubs his skin free of all germs. Sliding his four go to fashion accessory on his fingers, he turns towards the refrigerator.

“Blast….” Harry exclaims when he opens the fridge, his eyes searching the shelves for the clear container that typically houses the leafy vegetable. Eyes landing on the vessel, Harry notices a crisp paper towel lining the bottom, prepared for fresh kale to be added after a trip to the store.  Biting his lip, he is hopeful that the meal will taste fine even if missing the best part. Harry mixes the chicken, lemon juice, salt and pepper, chopped apples, and cheese in a bowl, combining the ingredients before filling half of a pita. Cutting up a pear, Harry spreads the fruit artfully on the pink princess plate next to the Mediterranean bread and a handful of cherry tomatoes. Throwing a red ball of deliciousness into his mouth, the skin pops open and the juice squirts flavor on his tongue. “Mmm, that’s good.”

Wiping his hands on a towel, Harry makes his way to the back door, sliding it open towards the vast yard. “Bug, come eat some lunch.” Grace stops mid-throw, the ball falling from her hand and bouncing on the green grass, her head whipping towards her father. She happily calls for Poppy before they both run towards the house, excited for their respective meals.

“What’s for lunch?” Grace’s breathing is labored after her sprint into the kitchen. Her eyes land on the pink princess plate before her father can answer.  “Oh, Chicken and Kale pita. Yummy.” Licking her lips she climbs on the barstool, ready to chow down.

“Hey, before you eat, I need you to wash your hands.” Harry instructs his daughter, who rolls her eyes before hopping off the stool. She drags her feet around the island, opening the cupboard under the sink.  Placing her hands on either side of the stool she pulls back, shuffling her feet, her bum leading the way. Standing on the first step, she squirts a tiny drop of soap on the edge of her fingers, rubbing them together fast, missing the obvious spots of dirt. Looking over at her father who is pouring food into Poppy’s dish, Grace dries her hands and calls her subpar hand washing good enough.

“Bad news, Grace; we are out of kale. But I made everything else the same so it should taste fine.” Harry leans on the counter as his daughter hops back on the seat.

“We are out of kale?” The expression that appears on Grace’s face is akin to the moment when a child’s favorite toy breaks, that middle emotion of horror and sadness. “I don’t want it.” She drops her head on her hands. “The kale is the only good part.”

“Oh Bug, I promise it tastes good. Plus you need the protein and energy.” Harry pushes. “If you eat, then after Ethan wakes up we can go to the store. Get more kale.”

“I don’t want it.” Grace pushes her food towards her father, not making eye contact with Harry. Frustrated puffs of air escape her mouth as she looks at her plate that is missing a key ingredient.

“Well, this is what we are having. You know the rule, Bug. You eat what we make, or you can choose to go hungry.” Harry shrugs his shoulders and pops another tomato into his mouth.

“But I’m starving.” Grace whines.

“Then here is your lunch.” Harry pushes the plate towards his daughter.

“I want good food. That’s gross food. I don’t want that!” She yells back at her dad, pushing the plate hard enough for it to almost fall off the edge.

“Grace Gemma.” Harry says softly in a tone that means business. “Please keep your voice down. Ethan is trying to nap.”

“But. I’m. Hungry.” She lets out. Her eyes fill with tears the size of the raindrops that pour from the London sky, creating rivers down her cheeks, wetting her shirt with sadness.

“Then eat.” Harry places the plate in front of her again. “Food is available right here. See, Poppy likes her lunch.” Pointing towards the dog, Harry shows his daughter that their pet is almost done with her meal.

“I want kale.” Grace cries, throwing her head in the crook of her elbow as she sobs for the leafy vegetable. Harry watches as his daughter cries. Taking a deep breath, Harry feels for his child. If he woke up in the morning and all the kale was gone, he would have the same reaction. A light bulb pings above his head with an idea. If he was in this predicament, he knows what would help him.  So he decides to try and make light of the situation.

“Just stop your cryin’ and eat your lunch.”  Harry begins. “I know that we’re out of kale, but that doesn’t mean you’re in jail.” Harry continues as he smiles at his clever wording, the pride wafting off of him like a kale and cheese omelette fresh off the pan.  

“I want kale; that's why I’m crying.” Grace sobs dramatically. “I want kale.” Harry decides his new rendition of Sign of the Times isn’t working and feels the need to change it up.

“Eat your pita. WOO HOO. Tasty Pita. WOO HOO. It has chicken, WOO HOO and yummy cheese WOOOO HOOOO.” Harry sings, but his song just makes things worse. Grace pushes the plate further away and cries louder.

“Stop singing, Daddy!” Grace whines, throwing her hands over her eyes. “I just want kale. No more music.”

Harry chuckles at his daughter’s reaction. Kale over music. Whose child is she? As sad as it is to watch her cry, Harry feels that he needs to stick to the rules. Eat what we have or nothing at all. A new song pops in his head, and he begins to try again to make her smile.

“Just a little bit of your lunch, Just a little bit of your lunch, Just a little bit of your lunch is all you need.” Harry tickles her arm and Grace pulls away, her pout so big it would sour a beautiful sunny day, upset at the fact that he is trying to brighten her mood. So he changes the song again.

“I’m tempted you know, to send you away without eating. (Quack)” Harry sways to the beat of his song. “Grace. G-Grace. La la la la la la la la G-Grace. Grace.”

“Stop.” Grace cries louder as her father grooves to the music. “I’m hungry, and I want kale.”

“Well my love, I am not sure what to tell you. We don’t have any kale, and I’m sorry. I wish I did. If you eat your lunch, then we can go get more kale from the store.” Harry tries to rationally explain the situation to his daughter. Lifting her head and letting it drop backwards, she wails at her father's words. At this, Harry decides that his songs aren’t going to work, and it is time to bring in the big guns. Picking up a pear, he holds it between his two fingers and begins a masterpiece of his lifetime.

“Eat the pear. Do do do do do do. Eat the pear. Do do do do do do.” He dances the pear towards Grace as he sings one of the most annoying songs ever to exists. “Eat the pear do do do do do do.” The pear comes to a halt as close as it can to Grace’s lips without touching. Harry says a silent prayer in his head as Grace’s eyes move from the pear to his face and back to the pear. Opening her mouth, she snaps the end off the pear and starts to chew, the final tears that have pooled in her eyes releasing and rolling down her rosy cheeks.

“Was that good? Do do do do do do. Was that good? Do do do do do do. Was that good? Do do do do do do do do.” Harry stops and waits for her to nod yes. His fingers dance towards the plate and pick up the red vegetable and he swims the food towards her lips. “How ‘bout tomato? Do do do do do. How ‘bout Tomato? Do do do do do do. How ‘bout tomato? Do do do do do do do do.” Grace has stopped crying as she opens her mouth with a giggle. Allowing the vegetable to drop in her mouth and crunch under her teeth, her bite sprays the juice around her mouth.

“Mmmm, that was yummy.” Grace giggles, a smile spreading across her face. Harry grins back at his daughter and decides to take a risk. Grasping the pita in his hands he begins to fly it towards his daughter.

“This is yummy, do do do do do do do. This is yummy, do do do do do do. This is yummy, do do do do do do do do.” Harry stops the sandwich in front of her face. Grace looks down at the concoction in her father’s hand and sniffs it before sticking out her tongue and licking the chicken that is sticking out of the top.

“Are you sure?” Grace says, unconvinced that it will still taste good without the leafy green.

“Try it. If you don’t like it, we can go to the store right now and buy some kale. Deal?” Harry negotiates.

“Okay.” Grace opens her mouth and takes a bite, chewing the chicken salad in her mouth, allowing her taste buds to take in the flavor. “The kale makes it better.” She says after swallowing. “But it’s okay.”

“You like it?” Harry shouts in excitement.

“Shhh daddy. Ethan is sleeping, ‘member?” Grace reprimands and then begins to giggle.

“Oh yea. I’m glad you like it.” He smiles. “Should we continue?” Harry picks up a pear and smirks at his daughter.

“Eat a pear. Do do do do do do.” Grace starts, tilting her head back and forth with the tune. Harry joins his daughter and they make their way through lunch singing different variations of Baby Shark, giggling until their tummies are full and hurt from the laughter.

[letstrysomefanfic]

I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 2 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)

Request: anonymous asked: Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 1,386

Warning: angst (yay), dating Flash (is that a warning?)

A/N: IT’S HERE!!! the much anticipated, highly demanded PART 2!! omygod i cannot express how EXCITED AND THRILLED i was to see how much you guys loved the first part. i was honestly so surprised and holy crap i didn't expect it to blow up that much and that quickly! you guys have no idea how much that meant to me and just thank you for loving it ❤️❤️❤️

anyway this is much shorter than the first part, because i actually got an idea so this can be a sort of set up to a possible 3rd part???? also there’s this one part/line in here that i’m especially proud of cuz it’s especially sad/angsty and i decided to be evil like that haha sorry (not rly) but i’m curious to see if you guys can pick out which line it is.

thanks again SO MUCH to the anon who requested this, this was such a good request ❤️❤️❤️ (pls reveal yourself to me if you can so i can spam you with much love and thanks)

Part 1   Part 3

You tucked your hands under your arms as you anxiously waited by the curb. The crisp night air was brushing against your face. You checked your watch for probably the thousandth time. Even though there were still a good five minutes until seven, a different kind of cold began to grow in your stomach. The confidence you had when you started this mess was nowhere to be found.

What if he didn’t show up? You must look like such a hopeful idiot, waiting here on the curb in the nicest shit you could dig up from your mediocre closet. Maybe you overstepped yourself. What if you were seen as desperate? So desperate that you asked out the biggest ass in school?

This was a mistake you thought. I should just go back upstairs. He’s probably not even gonna show up anyway. But what if he does? Better I reject him rather than the other way around I guess? He does need a bit of rejection in his life.

You glanced down at your watch again. Two minutes. You’d wait here two minutes more. Give Flash at least one minute past seven, then that’s it. If he wasn’t here, you were going back up. You’d have to find some other way to distract yourself.

Just as you thought this, a flash of silver zoomed into your vision, screeching to a halt right in front of you. Flash leaned his arm over to the passengers seat, nonchalantly tilting his head toward you.

“Someone ask for a hot date?” he smirked, one eyebrow raised.

“I asked to be wowed,” you scoffed, reaching for the car door. Still unsure if you were going to regret this or not, you fastened your seatbelt. You didn't hear Flash’s reply as an odd feeling washed over you, like you were being watched. You glanced around uneasily, but passed it off as maybe you were just really really nervous. “Let’s just get this show on the road, shall we?”

Unbeknownst to you, as the convertible peeled away, a figure leapt from a roof, swinging a safe distance behind it.

Peter watched grimly from the rooftop across the street as you turned back to smile and wave. He was relieved that there no sincerity in it at all. However, even with that comfort, he still couldn’t believe you had actually gone through with it. You had actually gone on a date with Flash. Goddamn fucking Flash.

He waited a little while after he saw the light turn on in your bedroom window. He did feel a little guilty for ‘tagging along’ the whole night. But it was for your safety, because he still cared, that’s all. Well maybe it was a little more than ‘just caring’, but he refused to acknowledge any more than that as he fired a web, headed home.

Those good ol’ crappy Monday blues washed over you as you yawned, lazily shutting your locker. Trudging to the cafeteria, you met Ned along the way.

“So,” he prodded, “how was it?”

You shrugged, “It was distracting.”

“Like actually? Like you didn’t think about you-know-who at all?”

“No, keep your voice down!” you hissed. “But yeah it surprisingly was really distracting, acting interested in his lavish, spoiled-brat life. The food helped too; it was all soooooo good.”

“Damn. Expensive though?”

“Hoooo yeah.”

“So, what? Are you gonna do it again since it worked? Is it even worth it?”

“Probably,” you replied. You felt a little guilty, using someone like this (even if it was Flash). As soon as you both had sat down at your usual spot, that raspy voice plopped down next you.

“Hey there, beautiful,” Flash leaned his elbow on the table, trying to appear cool.

You had to keep from laughing. “Hey, Flash,” you dragged out each vowel, hoping you didn’t sound too annoyed.

“So… Friday… I’d say you were pretty wowed, weren’t you?” Pausing from pulling out your lunch, you dramatically cocked your head, thinking. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you from two tables away.

“A little,” you sighed, turning to face Flash. “Your choice in venue was the only thing that really wowed me. That and the food.” He raised an eyebrow. “I dunno, I guess I just expected a little more, considering how much you boast about you being such a ‘great date’—”

“Hm, not easily impressed I see,” he squinted at you. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for the picky type, (Y/N).”

You chuckled, smirking, “You’d be surprised, Flash.” You met his eyes, silently challenging him. Knowing there was no way your confession of ‘not being wowed’ didn’t offend him, you waited for his offer.

“Well, I got a sort of reputation to uphold, and I can’t have anyone less than impressed at my… wooing skills,” he began. Ned had to stifle a snort, averting his eyes from Flash’s glare. It was painfully obvious how suave he trying to appear. “How’s about same time this Friday?”

You raised your eyebrows, borderline flirtatiously (gasp! something you never did unless it was unconsciously to Peter), “I expect to be wowed.”

Flash swung his legs from under the table, spinning up, “Oh, and uh, don’t worry about what to wear; I’ll send you something nice,” he called back as he strolled away.

Eyebrows raised, impressed and somewhat uneasy, you turned back to Ned. He had the same expression on his face. You both exhaled, laughing in shock.

“Damn, (Y/N), I didn’t know you had game!” Ned snickered. “Got Flash frickin Thompson wrapped around your finger!”

A heat crept to your cheeks as you slapped his arm, hissing, “Dude!”

As you giggled, you caught a quick sight of those warm doe eyes out of the corner of your own. Instantly your cheeks fell and your lips pursed into a grimace. That blunt stabbing gnawed your gut. In that one short millisecond, you both connected for the first time in months through the same unacknowledged agony and heartache. Peter had quickly averted his gaze but you had already seen it. That sadness, that anger, and was that… regret? Everything you saw in him, you were all too familiar with.

Peter turned to Liz with a small grin that didn’t reach his eyes. He wasn’t just jealous; he was hurting. Just like you were. But you realized you didn’t feel the satisfaction you were craving. Peter was wearing that face that so often would cause you to immediately be ready to fight whoever/whatever made him like that. And now it was because of you. Hanging your head down, you felt the guilt settle in your stomach, wishing you hadn’t brought that upon him.

If Peter had laser vision, Flash head would have two eye-sized holes in them.  “I’ll send you something nice.” That phrase echoed in Peter’s mind. Flash couldn’t do that. He couldn’t expect to just win you over by ‘sending something nice’. He looked back at you expecting to see that classic eye roll you reserved just for that asshat. Instead you laughed. You blushed. He could only register his clenched fists; the rest of his body had gone numb. His face dropped, weighed down by what felt like betrayal and sadness.

“So I guess they’re dating now?” Liz murmured, confused. “Huh. I would’ve never seen that coming.”

Peter turned to face her, trying to focus on the amazing human sat next to him. His girlfriend. Girlfriend. Odd. That word didn’t have the same ring to it as it did a few weeks ago. He was scared to realize that Liz didn't have the same glow, either. Not like she had before. Not that she wasn’t any less beautiful, oh God no. Peter just couldn’t see her in the same light as he had when he’d so boldly and anxiously approached her that Tuesday so seemingly long ago.

Stop thinking like that, Peter told himself. None of this should be happening. He shouldn’t be experiencing what he was when he saw you. He shouldn’t be wanting to throttle Flash anymore than usual. He shouldn’t be thinking of Liz as any less than he had before. That word should have the same magical feeling to it. You and him should still be friends. Things should have never changed. There were all these things should be. But they weren’t.

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Cat and Mouse | Lucio x Original female character | 18+ Chapter 6

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Pashmina's head was pounding. When she opened her eyes she found it was still dark, thinking that she slept through the entire day and it was night again she sat up immediately. The quick motion made her headache worse and she groaned and laid back down. She was laying on what felt like a cloud, the softest mattress she had ever felt. Silk sheets, fluffy pillows, a warm blanket. She was dressed in a long cotton nightgown. The delicate ribbons along the sleeves and embroidery on the high collar made her wonder why someone would need to wear something so fancy to bed. Her hair was in a braid over her shoulder, so she was grateful that at least she wouldn’t have to go through the dreadful routine of trying to untangle it. As she became more aware of her surroundings she realized it was not nighttime, just that the dark red curtains around the bed were drawn.She peered out of them to see Lucio sitting by the fireplace. His shirt was open, exposing his chest, hair a bit tossled and he seemed to be thinking deeply about something. Pashmina slowly stepped off of the bed and he looked over at her. "Ah, you're awake. Not too hungover I hope." He smiled gently and gestured to the side table where a silver tray containing a steaming mug of coffee and a glass of water were placed. The scent of the coffee was intoxicating and she grabbed the mug, sipping eagerly. "Thank you.." She said. After a long pause she cleared her throat. "Did you undress me?" Lucio shook his head. "Before Nadia collected her ladies last night they undressed you and gave you a nightgown to wear. " "Nadia? Those were the Countess's ladies?" Pashmina asked in surprise. "I had asked Nadia.. About how to woo a lady and she said that most women enjoy things like pleasant baths and fine clothes.. She lent me her ladies to please you yesterday." Pashmina blushed. She would have to thank Nadia the next time she saw her. "Oh gosh. . what time is it? I'm going to be late for work" Pashmina said, setting the mug down and looking around for her old clothes. "I've relieved you for the day." Lucio said "I'm sorry if its selfish of me, but I wanted to spend the day with you. I wasn't ready for yesterday to end." Pashmina smiled and came to sit beside him. She noticed a rumpled blanket tossed over the back of the sofa. "Did you sleep here last night?" Lucio nodded "I thought it would be improper to sleep in the bed with you without your consent.. You were thoroughly drunk last night." He said with a smirk. Pashmina blushed "I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much.." Lucio laughed "You were quite entertaining." Pashmina couldn't help but giggle softly. It felt good to be able to be herself around Lucio, to let go of formalities and just have fun. "I must say Mina, I've been thinking about yesterday all morning. Truly you have taught me to be selfless.. But, I would like to teach you to be selfish. Surely you have dreams for the future that don't involve washing clothes. " Pashmina had never really considered being selfish, or what she would ask for if she, like Lucio, could ask for anything. "I.. Always wished I was more educated, more worldly.. I want to read long books and learn to play instruments, maybe I could learn new languages or learn to paint.." Pashmina said dreamily. Lucio grinned "I want to relieve you of your servant duties. I want you to move into one of the apartments close to my chambers and I want to help you achieve your ambitions. I want you to be my Mistress, my only Mistress." His tone was confident and he looked very sure of himself. Pashmina was silent for a while, collecting her thoughts. "I.. Have a task for you. A challenge." She said. Lucio leaned towards her eagerly "I love a good challenge." He said with a smirk. "I spent yesterday with you, in your world.. So today, it is only fair if you spend the day with me in mine." Lucio considered what this meant for a moment, before he sighed dramatically and held his head in his hands. "You want.. Me.. To do.. Chores?" He said with such horror that Pashmina couldn't help but laugh. "Yes. If you can survive in the servants quarters with me for a day, I will agree to be your Mistress." Lucio groaned and slowly stood "Fine, fine.. Ugh! The things I do for love.." He continued grumbling as he walked to his chest of drawers. "What do I even wear? Surely everything I own is too fine for such.. Activities.." He began rummaging through his things and Pashmina came to stand beside him. "Wear something you don't mind ruining." She said "But Mina! I don't want to ruin any of my clothes!" He whined. Pashmina patted him on the back before walking to where her servant clothes were folded neatly. "Perhaps, if you do well, I'll give you a surprise at the end of the day."

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With the thought of what Pashmina's surprise could be teasing his mind, Lucio begrudgingly made his way to the laundry room. He wore his riding trousers and a plain blouse, he had tied a handkerchief over his hair and another to cover his face just so that no one would recognize him on his journey to the basements. When he arrived he saw Pashmina looking more like she did when they first met.  Hair haphazardly tossed back in a bun, dress full of little patches and apron covered in stains that wouldn't come out. Lucio smiled at the sight of her and she raised an eyebrow. "Why is your face covered?" She asked "I can't let anyone see me like this!" He whined and she sighed. "I had to wear a corset and petticoat for you, I think you will survive being seen in the lowly servants quarters with me." Lucio hesitated for a long moment before sighing dramatically and removing the handkerchief. Upon realizing who it was, the other laundry maids gasped but Pashmina quickly silenced them with a clap of her hands. "Today our beloved Count will be working down here with us, do not treat him differently than any other servant." Pashmina led Lucio towards a large basin of sweet smelling water where several other maids were scrubbing clothes against washboards. She picked up a board for herself and handed one to Lucio. "Scrub until its completely clean!" She said, getting to work scrubbing a deep red stain out of a white dress. Lucio tried to copy her movements but suddenly he yelped, dropping his washboard and staring at his hand as if he had just lost a finger. "What happened!" Pashmina said, worried that he had hurt himself somehow. "I.. Broke.. A.. Nail!" He hissed through gritted teeth and Pashmina saw that one of his perfectly manicured nails was now chipped. "Oh.. Um.." Pashmina looked down at her own broken and uneven nails. "I'm.. Sorry?" she said sheepishly. Lucio groaned "I don't think I can do this Pashmina. I've never worked like this before and I'm not.. Bred for it." Pashmina frowned. "I wanted to know that you could still care for me, seeing me in my.. Natural habitat so to speak. Instead of above ground where I'm just a doll for you to dress up as you wish. I wanted to make sure you cared for me as a person and not.. Just because you had fun chasing someone you couldn't have." She looked down at her feet. So this is it, she thought. They came from two very different worlds, too different for them to ever be together. The sudden splash of the washboard reentering the basin made her jump. She looked up to see Lucio scrubbing furiously at his garment, a determined look in his eyes. “If this is what it takes to prove that I care about you, no matter what background you come from, then I shall! I would wash every garment in Vesuvia for you my sweet!” He cried with his usual dramatic flare. 

Lucio helped Pashmina wash clothes without complaint after that, at lunch he ate alongside her and the other servants and though his soft hands were not at all meant for labor, he did very well. "Lucio, why don't we call it a day." She said after a few hours. Lucio nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. Pashmina noticed the blisters forming on his hands, she took them in her own and kissed them. Lucio smirked "Do I get my surprise now?" He asked and Pashmina gulped nervously. She took a moment to summon her courage before standing on her tiptoes, grabbing Lucio by his collar and kissing him passionately. He was surprised at first, but after only a moment he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her back. Lucio tried to deepen the kiss but Pashmina pulled away, her cheeks were rose red. "That took.. A lot of courage." She said, trembling a bit. "But.. Ahem! Yes. I will.. Be your.. Mistress." She squeaked as Lucio picked her up off the ground, holding her tightly and spinning around. Pashmina couldn't help but laugh. She didnt care about the other servants staring, or the gossip that would surely reach the entire rest of the palace in a matter of moments. She had never felt happier than she did in Lucio's arms.

((Hi this took me 400 years because that mental illness(tm) hit lmao but uh I hope u enjoyed pretty boy Lucio doing manual labor. Feedback plz friends!! ))