#spa gifts

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[tangledinink]

For the beautiful twins, a gift of hope

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[ladcedes]

i have been telling yall that george russell is wdc material for 2 years now DO YOU SEE WHY!!!

only other driver to win multiple races this year and he did it from a p6 start, with 34-lap-old tyres, and his teammate right behind. the potential this guy has is immense

[powerful-niya]

— (hαppч єndíngѕ.)

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Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡For Hinata, self-care had always felt like an unattainable luxury. Her demanding career as an analyst consumed nearly every waking hour, leaving her with precious little time to relax. 

It was only until one night, during one of her late-night doom scrolls, she stumbled on a massage therapist's website. Desperate for relief, she booked a session, only to discover, in her fatigue, that she accidentally signed up for something far more sensual than she expected.

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✨The Masseur and the Analyst✨

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Hinata let out a long, exhausted sigh as she flopped onto her couch, the cushions embracing her like they did every evening.  

Same time.  

Same routine.  

With a wince, she reached down and kicked off her heels, groaning quietly to herself. 

"How is it that shoes this cute can hurt this much?" She muttered, rubbing her sore feet through her stockings, already thinking it might be time to rethink her shoe choices. 

The soothing effects of her quick massage kicked in almost instantly, sending a wave of relief through her tired muscles. She wiggled her toes, stretching them out, another long, drawn-out sigh escaping her lips from the relief.

This was the moment she'd been waiting for all day—the bliss of being back home, alone, on her favorite couch. 

Hinata reached for the glass of wine she'd poured earlier, her arm extending over the coffee table in her living room. As she picked it up, the glass let out a soft clink that echoed through her otherwise quiet apartment. 

She brought the glass to her lips and took a slow sip, savoring the way the sweet, tangy flavor danced across her tongue. A soft, contented moan escaped her as the taste settled, a warmth blooming in her chest, taking away just a bit of the tension she'd been carrying all day.

Next, she reached for her laptop, placing it on her lap before flipping it open.

The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, revealing a familiar sight—her wallpaper, a swarm of vibrant monarch butterflies drifting gracefully across a bright blue sky, with the password prompt hovering in the center. 

For a moment longer than she intended, her gaze was trained on that single word, for far too long, as if it had trapped her in a trance. Once again, she was zoning out—a new habit she'd unknowingly picked up.

And honestly? At this point, it didn't even surprise her anymore.

Her brain was still tangled up in the stress of the day, the never-ending to-do lists swirling in her head. Even something as mindless as logging in to her laptop felt like a chore after the chaos she'd just endured.  

The endless flood of emails.  

The mountain of spreadsheets.  

The constant need to come up with fresh ideas for campaigns.

The deadlines of projects and presentations that never stopped creeping closer.  

And of course, the back-to-back meetings—most of which seemed to exist purely so her boss could hear himself talk.  

Hinata let out a frustrated groan just thinking about it all. 

"Another day down," She muttered under her breath, "You survived, girl. You did it."

She had to keep reminding herself of that—because if she didn't, she might actually lose her mind.  

Sure, being a marketing analyst had its perks—a solid paycheck, decent benefits, and a title that sounded impressive in conversations. But lately, the downsides were creeping in, threatening to overshadow everything else. The grueling hours, the relentless workload, the constant pressure to stay ahead—it all piled up until it felt like there was no escape. 

More often than not, she found herself staying late at the office, trying to catch up, or lugging her work home with her, her laptop becoming a permanent fixture on her coffee table. Even after officially "clocking out," the demands of her job seemed to follow her everywhere. There was always something that needed tweaking, always something that demanded her attention. 

Therefore, she barely had a second to catch her breath, let alone carve out time for a real break. It was exhausting, and tonight, it was hitting her harder than ever.  

At twenty-seven, Hinata had worked tirelessly to climb the career ladder. She had been raised to believe that success meant dedication, that her career should come first, and that giving anything less than her best simply wasn't an option. And she had—she'd poured her all into her work, proving her worth in every way she could.  

But lately… she couldn't ignore how much it was starting to take a toll on everything—her mind, her body, her entire life outside of work. And if she was being honest, she wasn't even sure she had much of a life outside of it anymore.

Her social life? Yeah, that was pretty much dead in the water.

Most of her friends had either moved away, gotten caught up in their own careers, or settled down with partners. Group texts had become fewer, invites to dinners or game nights were rare, and even the occasional check-in messages had slowed to a trickle. 

It wasn't anyone's fault—it was just life—but that didn't make it any easier. 

Far too often, Hinata found herself trapped in the same endless cycle: slogging through long, draining hours at work, then slipping into her quiet apartment, popping a frozen dinner into the microwave, and finally collapsing onto the couch all alone. And before she knew it, the next day would roll around, and the routine would start all over again. 

Work, eat, sleep, repeat.

A steady routine she had fallen into without even realizing it.

And her love life? Ugh. That was a whole other disaster she didn't even want to think about.  

At this point, it felt like a lost cause. Not because she didn't want something real, or meaningful—but because, honestly? 

She had no idea where to even begin.  

It wasn't for lack of trying. She'd been on a few dates, met men through her coworkers, and even attempted the whole dating app thing. 

But nothing ever clicked.

The conversations always felt awkward and forced—no spark, no chemistry, no connection. By the end of the night, she'd catch herself glancing at the clock over and over, mentally counting down the minutes until she could finally head home.

And, of course, the main reason so many dates fell flat usually boiled down to one simple fact: she was just exhausted.

Between the demands of her job and everything else on her plate, the idea of pouring any energy into a relationship felt downright overwhelming.

Hinata craved something more—she really did. But when it came time to figure out how to achieve that, she found herself completely stuck.

This…was her life now. 

Work, then returning home, only to trap herself in a quiet room for hours with no one to talk to, to share a day's thoughts with, or simply sit beside and unwind. She constantly reassured herself that it was only temporary, that eventually, things would get better. But after a few years of this daily routine, it became harder and harder to believe in that promise. 

No conversation, no company... 

….well, not entirely no company.

A soft rustling near the entrance of the living room caught her attention, and just as expected, her chubby Scottish Fold sauntered her way in, looking as if she owned the place. 

Mochi—her cat.

Within seconds, the little white bundle of fluff hopped up beside her, curling into a warm ball against her side just like she always did when she arrived home. It was her way of saying 'welcome back', though she suspected she was also angling for a treat.

Hinata reached out to scratch her head, her fingers brushing through her soft, white fur.

She let out a weary sigh.

"Mochi, why is life like this? All work, no fun," She murmured softly, her fingers trailing behind her ears before gliding down to the delicate curve of her neck, brushing against the smooth leather of her pretty pink collar.

The fluffy tabby let out a slow, unimpressed meow, flicking her tail as if she completely agreed.

She chuckled softly, nodding her head, "Yeah," She murmured, more to herself than to her, "maybe I really do need a break."

With another sigh, she logged into her computer, settling in for what she knew would be yet another hour of mindless scrolling. It was a habit at this point—cycling through the same social media websites, half-reading articles she didn't care about, and watching videos she'd forget about in five minutes. 

She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for—maybe some distraction, maybe just something to keep her from thinking too much. 

Whatever it was, it didn't matter. 

Time blurred as her fingers lazily flicked away at the touchpad, her thoughts drifting.  

Then, something caught her eye.  

As she casually browsed through an article, a pop-up ad suddenly appeared in the corner of her screen, its bold text practically shouting for her attention:

"Relax & Rejuvenate: Indulge In What Makes You Feel Good."

"Pamper Yourself With A Massage Today!"

Hinata's scrolling came to an abrupt halt. 

The invitation in those words were so direct, so tempting, that she couldn't help but pause, curiosity already bubbling up inside her.

And then she saw…him.

Below the text was the smiling face of a blonde masseur, his bright grin and sparkling blue eyes seeming to invite her to click. 

And, well, how could she not?

Before she could second-guess herself, her cursor hovered over the ad, and with a small click, she was in. The website loaded in instantly, and at the very top, in bold, playful lettering, the header proudly declared:

"Welcome to Happy Endings! We hope you enjoy us rubbing you to completion!"

Hinata blinked, a faint flush creeping up her neck. 

Wait. What?

'Did it really just say that?' She thought, her lavender eyes darting back over the words again. 

She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or close the tab, but something about the rather… interesting heading—and that smiling blonde from before—made her keep scrolling.

Looking further, the website's design was actually very calming—pastel shades, gentle layouts, and photos of plush towels draped over immaculate tables in dim, candlelit rooms that screamed "relaxation."

As Hinata scrolled, she noticed glowing reviews everywhere she looked. People couldn't stop raving about how professional the staff was, how laid-back the place felt, and how every last ache and knot in their bodies were thoroughly worked out by the end of their sessions.

Her own neck gave a little twinge then, almost on cue. She let out a small sigh, rubbing the tender spot without even thinking about it.

"Maybe this is what I need..." She mumbled to herself, one hand idly stroking her dozing cat, while the other scroll further down the site. Her gaze wandered over the staff bios, each one blending into the next until suddenly, one name caught her eye.

Naruto Uzumaki. Owner.

Hinata froze, heart skipping a beat.

Wait a minute. That man. 

It was the same one from before. 

Sure enough, the smiling blonde in the photo was the exact same man she'd seen in the ad earlier—the blonde, blue-eyed heartthrob. 

Everything about him looked impeccably put-together. 

His blonde hair was styled just right, and he wore a crisp white collared shirt paired with neatly pressed matching pants, arms folded confidently over his chest. The fabric couldn't quite hide the subtle swell of muscle underneath, like it was almost ready to burst free.

Then there was that laid-back grin, lighting up his oddly whiskered face, showing off a row of perfect, pearly whites. Hinata found herself momentarily forgetting to breathe, her pulse quickening ever so slightly as she took in the sight of him.

"Ooh, what do we have here…" She muttered, nibbling on her lip as she shifted on the couch, trying to get comfy. Her gaze traveled over the screen, maybe lingering a little too long on the handsome blonde's picture before drifting down to read the description beneath it.

Naruto Uzumaki – Owner & Lead Masseur 

With years of hands-on experience, Naruto prides himself on delivering personalized treatments that target tension right at its source. Known for his warm smile and knack for making clients feel instantly at ease, he's earned a reputation for melting away even the most stubborn knots. Whether you're looking for deep relaxation or a rejuvenating stress release

Naruto's technique promises to leave you feeling renewed—inside and out. 

Hinata blinked. Inside and out?

Oh wow. He wasn't messing around.  

The words hung there, heavy in her mind, making her pulse speed up a little and her flush deepen. 

She read it again. 

Deep relaxation. Stress release. Inside and out.

Then, she read the words again, this time more slowly. 

Deep... Release... Inside and out.

Her brain did that little jumpy thing where it started overthinking the phrasing, but she shoved that aside. 

It was probably nothing, right? Just a weird, slightly suggestive choice of words. 

Hinata's mind drifted as she absently scrolled through the list of massage options available at Happy Endings. Most were the standard selections—deep tissue, Swedish, Shiatsu. Then there were others—hot stone, aromatherapy, lymphatic drainage, reflexology.

Then there were other traditional choices—hot stone, aromatherapy, lymphatic drainage, and reflexology. But as she scrolled further, something changed.

The options took a more… intimate turn.

Nuru.

Tantric.

Her fingers paused.

But then—there was one more.

One that stood out even more.

"Happy Ending Massage."

Hinata tilted her head, squinting at the screen.

Wait a second—wasn't that the name of the massage parlor? Happy Ending? Or was it Happy Endings with an s?

Hinata blinked, her mind momentarily stalling as she tried to recall. She could have sworn it was one or the other, but in that moment, the thought barely stuck. Because right now, she was too caught up—too distracted—by the massage option staring her in the face.

Her head tilted slightly as she skimmed the title again. 

Happy Ending Massage.

Was this some kind of premium, all-inclusive service? A special, all-in-one package that combined multiple techniques? 

Or… was it something else?

Her fingers tapped lightly against the laminated page, her curiosity deepening. It almost sounded like a massage buffet, offering a little bit of everything. But if that were the case, why was there such an emphasis on the word erotic?

Hinata shrugged it off. 

She wasn't in the mood to question it further. She was simply too tired. All she needed right now was some serious relief—no more thinking, no more working, just... happy endings.

A massage was a massage, right? 

And this one sounded too promising to pass up.

So, with a resigned sigh, Hinata clicked the "Book Now" button without a second thought.  

Almost instantly, a new page loaded, filled to the brim with a mountain of terms and conditions, liability waivers, and an endless stack of permission forms—medical questionnaires, health disclosure agreements, and all that fun, legally binding jazz.

Bleary-eyed and on autopilot, Hinata mindlessly began scrolling through the fine print. The words blended together, a mess of legal jargon and checkboxes, her brain struggling to process anything beyond Sign Here and Agree to Terms & Conditions.

At some point—she wasn't even sure when—her head drooped forward, her fingers idly hovering over her keyboard. She must have dozed off mid-form, because the next thing she knew, her chin jerked up, her lavender eyes blinking rapidly as she realized she had half-filled out a few fields in her sleep.

"Ugh, get it together, Hinata…" She mumbled, rubbing at her eyes before forcing herself to finish the last few entries.

Once she reached the booking calendar, she expected to have plenty of options to choose from—but instead, her heart sank.

Nearly every single appointment was booked solid.

The entire week. The next week. Even some of the week after that.

Hinata's lips parted in disbelief, her finger scrolling frantically, hoping for at least one opening that wasn't weeks away.

And then—

There it was.

A single available slot.

Next Saturday.

Hinata sighed in relief, clicking on the time slot before finalizing the appointment. 

"Yes, next Saturday should work," She murmured to herself, already feeling a sense of anticipation creep in. 

With the booking confirmed, she finally shut her laptop, officially calling it a night.

"Turn left in 300 meters," the GPS announced, its crisp, robotic voice cutting effortlessly through the soft hum of the car's engine.

Hinata's fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel, keeping time with the upbeat melody playing through the radio. 

Moonlight Magic by Kana Hanazawa.

It was one of her favorites, a feel-good tune that perfectly matched the excitement buzzing in her chest.

Needless to say, she was in a fantastic mood. 

Because today wasn't just any Saturday.

Today was the Saturday.

After two grueling, endless weeks of back-to-back work, mind-numbing reports, and more emails than any human should ever have to deal with, the weekend had finally arrived—and Hinata was practically buzzing.

Sure, she always looked forward to the weekend. Who didn't? It was the one time she could actually unwind and escape from her responsibilities, at least for 48 hours. But this weekend?

This weekend was different.

This weekend was special.

Because in just a few short minutes, she would be arriving at 'Happy Endings' massage parlor for an appointment she had barely been able to stop thinking about since she booked it. It was the one thing that kept her going through the relentless chaos of work for the past two weeks.

But now, it was finally here! 

Grinning from ear to ear, Hinata shimmy-shimmied with excitement in her seat, her hands gripping the wheel of her Toyota Prius as it cruised through the bustling Tokyo streets. The GPS kept its steady stream of directions, guiding her through the lively maze of urban lights and busy crosswalks, all leading to the address provided by the 'Happy Endings' website.

Although some of the details were a bit fuzzy, Hinata distinctly remembered booking her appointment for 6:30 p.m.—a time that was a little later than she'd usually prefer. But since it was the only slot available, she just refused to pass up the chance. 

Her excitement was only further confirmed when a sweet notification from 'Happy Endings' flashed on her phone, reaffirming her 6:30 p.m. appointment.

⸻

 Hello there! 

Your 'Happy Ending' massage appointment is all set for Saturday, February 4th at 6:30 p.m. Can't wait to see you then! 

Chosen Masseur: Naruto Uzumaki.

⸻

Hinata's gaze drifted to the message on her phone, securely mounted on the dashboard. Her lavender eyes flicked from the road to the final line of text, and a smile lit up her face.

Of course, she had specifically booked Naruto himself as her masseur. Well…duh.

Not only was she craving some serious relief, but a small, secret part of her was excited to finally meet Naruto in person. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd look as hot up close as he did in his photos, because, you know, people sometimes turn out looking differently in real life. 

Fingers crossed that her heavenly massage would come with a side of handsome company too. 

She shimmied again, a soft, bubbly giggle escaping her lips.

"Up ahead, turn left," the GPS reminded her again, cutting her thoughts short. 

Following the GPS's directions and the familiar blue light, which signified 'go' in Japan, Hinata smoothly veered the steering wheel to the left. Her lavender eyes flitted between the road ahead and the beautiful city unfolding outside her window.

The daylight had faded, and now the evening had taken over Tokyo, yet the city was just as alive as ever. Everywhere she looked, the streets were filled with people—so many people, each wrapped up in their own little worlds. 

In the gentle glow of the city lights, she could see couples strolling hand-in-hand, friends laughing over drinks at sidewalk cafés, and office workers in crisp suits hurrying between evening meetings, glancing at their watches as they went about their business.

She let out a soft sigh. 

On a typical weekday, that would have been her—darting around in those same damn heels, rushing from one errand to the next, only to end up glued to her desk. There, she'd be slogging through endless emails, drowning in spreadsheets, and later in the evening sitting through meetings with people whose personalities were as bland as the coffee they sipped. And then there was the work itself—

Hinata shook her head, her brows knitting together. 

'What am I doing? Why am I even thinking about that?' She thought to herself, tightening her hands around the steering wheel. 

No, today's supposed to be different. 

Today was about letting go, not obsessing over the hectic chaos of the weeks behind her. 

She didn't even want to dwell on that. 

It was finally the end of the week—and that was what she should focus on. Today was all about giving herself the break she so desperately needed. 

That's all that mattered now. 

With that thought in mind, her radiant smile returned—just in time, too.

"Your destination is to your left," the GPS announced. Hinata whipped her head to the left so quickly that it nearly snapped, her eyes darting back and forth until she spotted it.

"Happy Endings."

Her heart did a little flip inside her chest. 

There it was—the massage parlor, standing alone and framed beautifully by the soft pink petals of blooming sakura trees. Above the entrance, an illuminated sign elegantly spelled out "Happy Endings" on a finely crafted wooden board, its glow cutting softly through the dimming light of the setting sun.

The building itself was a warm brown structure, its windows tucked behind gentle, pale wooden sliding shutters. Below the sign were expansive glass panels, and Hinata noticed they were slightly fogged, likely from the warmth inside.

"Hm, quaint," She murmured, a delighted smile curling at her plump lips. The parlor sat on a small, well-maintained lot, and while a few cars were already parked, it wasn't crowded—just enough to tell her this little gem was a favorite among the locals. 

It was yet another reassuring sign that "Happy Endings" was exactly where she needed to be.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Hinata guided her car into the parking lot and carefully selected a spot to ease into. Once she parked, she switched off the engine and slumped back in her seat, letting the quiet wash over her for a moment. 

Just for a moment. 

Hinata took another deep breath.

This was it—her moment to finally treat herself to her very first massage.

In a burst of excitement, she sprung up in her seat and broke into a little shimmy dance right there in the car. 

"Yas, I'm really doing this!" Hinata squealed to herself, the excitement bubbling over. She knew it might seem a bit childish—if anyone happened to see her shimmying around in her car, they'd probably think she'd lost her mind.

But at that moment, she couldn't care less. 

The mere thought of finally treating herself, actually prioritizing self-care, had her heart racing. She felt empowered, beyond belief. 

And she couldn't help but squeal again with joy.

'Fingers crossed that everything turns out perfectly.' She mused with glee. With that hopeful thought in mind, she grabbed her purse and keys, swung open the car door, and finally stepped out into the cool, evening breeze. 

Hinata swung open the heavy wooden door of Happy Endings, and a gentle bell chimed above, announcing her arrival. 

Steeping inside, her lavender eyes roamed around, first catching the flicker of artfully placed candles, then drifting upward to see delicate lanterns hanging overhead, casting playful shadows on the immaculate white walls and plush brown furniture. 

The reception area. 

Somewhere in the background, she could hear the soothing strains of gentle piano music playing, flowing seamlessly with the delicate trickle of water from a nearby fountain.

It was perfect.

Exactly what she had imagined stepping into a massage parlor.

Right then, she was already giving Happy Endings major props; she felt truly welcomed. And as she looked around, everything was impeccably clean—another good sign. 

Hinata took a sniff at the air, and the scent that greeted her was exactly what she had hoped for. The sweet aroma of incense floated around her, clean and pure, like melted vanilla, instantly soothing her senses.

Making her way to the front desk, she noticed an ornate wooden counter where a statuesque woman with neatly pinned grey hair sat. The receptionist's piercing emerald eyes met hers as she glanced up from a ledger, a welcoming smile spreading across her face.

"Welcome to Happy Endings," She greeted warmly, "I'm Mabui. How may I assist you today?"

Hinata's fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her purse, nerves fluttering in her chest.

"Hi, Mabui-san," She said softly, "I have an appointment scheduled for 6:30 p.m."

Mabui turned gracefully in her chair and began scrolling through her computer. After a brief pause, she looked up with a friendly smile.

"Hinata Hyūga, correct?"

"Hai, that's me," Hinata replied softly.

"Wonderful! Is this your first time visiting us by any chance?" Mabui asked, her eyes crinkling with genuine interest.

Hinata nodding slightly, nervously twirling a strand of her long, midnight blue hair around her finger, "Hai… it's my first time," She admitted softly, her voice barely above a murmur.

The moment those words left her lips, Mabui's expression brightened instantly. Her features softened with warmth, and a wide, beaming smile stretched across her caramel-toned face. 

"Oh, how exciting!" Mabui practically gushed, her excitement spilling over like warm honey, "We're absolutely thrilled to have you here, Hinata-san. There's nothing we love more than welcoming new visitors!" 

Hinata couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, the corners of her lips tugging upward her nerves loosening just a little.

Mabui's enthusiasm was downright infectious, filling the space between them with a warmth that eased some of the tension knotting in Hinata's chest. There was something about the grey-haired receptionist that put her at ease—like she was talking to an old friend rather than checking in for an appointment.

It was…comforting.

Mabui clasped her hands together, tilting her head slightly, "So, how are you feeling today, darling?" She asked, her voice gentle but curious.

Hinata let out a quiet breath, finally releasing the strand of hair she had been absentmindedly twisting between her fingers, gently tucking it behind her ear.

"Well.." She murmured, glancing down for a brief second before offering a small, sheepish smile, "I'm a little nervous… but mostly excited. I've never done anything like this before."

Mabui let out a soft, knowing chuckle, waving a hand in reassurance, "Oh, that's completely normal, Hinata-san. Your first time can feel a little overwhelming, but trust me—you're in excellent hands. We always strive to make sure our guests feel right at home."

Rolling slightly in her chair, Mabui continued, "Now, let's get you checked in, shall we?" She pointed to a sign-in sheet on the counter and handed Hinata a pen. 

"Just sign here," She said with a friendly smile, "Once you're finished, go ahead and make yourself comfortable in our lounge—just over there." She motioned to her right, where a cute sign labeled "Lounging Area" hung from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly.

Hinata hummed softly, giving a small nod of acknowledgment.

"I'll let you know when Naruto-san is ready for your session," Mabui reassured her, her warm smile remaining constant, never faltering for even a moment.

Turning back to the counter, Hinata reached for the pen, her fingers tightening around it as she quickly signed her name on the sheet. The motion was quick—almost too quick—her excitement getting the best of her, making her strokes a little sloppier than usual.

She exhaled softly, willing her hand to steady, but it was useless. The anticipation was impossible to ignore, tingling in her fingertips, curling in her stomach, making her handwriting a touch messier than she would have liked.

Still, she pressed on, finishing the last loop of her signature with a final flourish before setting the pen down with a quiet clink against the counter. Once she finished, she glanced up just in time to see Mabui sliding a clipboard toward her, a few neatly stacked forms clipped securely at the top.

"These are our consent forms," Mabui explained smoothly, "You should have already signed them when you booked your appointment online, but we keep a physical copy here just as a precaution. Go ahead and read through them carefully, please."

Hinata blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but quickly reached out to take the clipboard.

"Oh, okay," She murmured, her fingers running along the edges of the papers as she skimmed the fine print. 

"Arigato, Mabui-san."

"Of course, take your time," Mabui said kindly, "If you have any questions, I'm right here. And if you need anything—a bottle of water, a little snack, or even a towel—everything is available in our lounge and ready for you to enjoy. Also..."

Mabui reached for a small, elegantly designed pamphlet resting on the counter, her manicured fingers gliding over its glossy cover before setting it down on the clipboard cradled in Hinata's arms.

"Here's a handy guide outlining the services we offer here," She said smoothly, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement. Then, with a playful wink, she added, "Also it can act as a little refresher—especially for the treatment you selected."

Hinata accepted it with a grateful smile, her fingers skimming the edges as she held it close.

"Thank you," She murmured, just about to turn away when—

"Oh, and Hinata-san?"

Mabui's voice stopped her mid-step.

"Hm?" Hinata blinked, glancing back over her shoulder.

Mabui was leaning over the counter now, her arms folded, an unreadable smirk curling at her lips—one that didn't quite sit well with Hinata. 

"And I must say," the grey haired receptionist purred, tilting her head slightly, "you made a fantastic choice picking Naruto-san as your masseur."

Hinata's breath hitched, her fingers twitching around the clipboard in her hands.

Mabui's smirk deepened, and with a slow, seductive shimmy in her chair, she added, "He'll treat you real nice."

Hinata's entire body ignited.

A squeak—an actual, audible squeak—escaped her lips much to her utter embarrassment. 

Oh, kami.

Heat rushed to her cheeks so fast she thought she might faint right there on the spot. Bowing her head in a desperate attempt to hide her flustered expression, she muttered a rushed, breathless, "A-Arigato," before making the quickest escape of her life.

Her feet carried her toward the lounge in record time, her heart hammering against her ribs.

It was nothing. 

Mabui was just teasing. Right?

Right…?

She bit her lip, shaking the thought off—or at least she tried to. But thankfully, before it could spiral any further, something else quickly stole her attention.

The lounge.

The moment she stepped inside, her eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise.

The space was just as cozy as the reception area—if not cozier—like walking into the inviting warmth of someone's personal living room.

Soft, plush brown couches lined the walls, each one adorned with an array of decorative pillows and neatly draped throw blankets that practically called to her. A few guests were already nestled into them, lounging with their eyes closed or flipping lazily through magazines.

Candles were scattered everywhere, their soft, flickering glow giving the room an extra warm vibe just like the reception area. In the far corner, a small TV was mounted on the wall, its screen displaying a Japanese cooking show. 

Hinata's gaze flicked toward it absentmindedly—until she recognized it.

Rokuhoudou: Colorful Days.

A small smile tugged at her lips. 

She had watched that show before—its soothing aesthetic and cozy storytelling had always been a comfort to her. Something about the way the men brewed coffee and prepared traditional sweets with such care in their cafe made her feel at peace. 

Food was her comfort, after all. That includes food shows too. 

But before she got too caught up in watching, her attention shifted again.

In the center of the lounge sat a neatly arranged table, stacked with an assortment of magazines and informational packets from the parlor—perfect for passing the time while waiting.

Her eyes then landed on a mini-fridge nestled against the wall, its glass door revealing rows of bottled water, iced coffee, herbal teas, and a variety of other refreshments. On top, a selection of snacks was carefully arranged in small, decorative bowls—crisp senbei rice crackers, zesty wasabi peas, and neatly lined packs of Pocky, their colorful packaging catching her eye.

Of course, Hinata couldn't resist the lure of food. 

She strolled over, helped herself to a bottle of water, a pack of Pocky, and a handful of senbei crackers, then joined the three other visitors lounging nearby. Settling into her seat, she spent her time happily nibbling on her snack while skimming through the consent forms and the massage parlor packet she was given. 

Time slipped away without her even noticing, and before Hinata knew it, two of the other visitors had been called for their sessions, leaving the lounge quieter than before. Still nestled in her seat, she absentmindedly nibbled on a cracker, her fingers flipping through the massage packet resting in her lap.

"Deep tissue," She murmured under her breath, her eyes scanning the description with mild curiosity.

She turned the page.

"Swedish," She whispered next, her voice barely above a breath as she skimmed the details. Page after page, she continued, taking her time—until her fingers froze mid-turn.

Her breath hitched.

There it was.

A section marked in elegant, curling script: Happy Endings.

Her massage selection.

Her lavender eyes skimmed the description, reading it over carefully. But it wasn't the title that caught her attention.

No.

It was that word again—bolded, standing out above the rest. Erotic.

Hinata stared, her throat suddenly dry.

Wait. 

What…?

"Hinata Hyūga?"

The sound of her name cut clean through the quiet lull of the lounge, disrupting the gentle murmur of the television and the soothing trickle of the water fountain.

"Eeeek!" She squeaked, jolting upright. Her head snapped up so violently she almost saw stars, whiplash be damned, her breath catching somewhere between her lungs and throat. Her wide, startled eyes darted across the room, frantically searching for the source of the voice. 

And the moment she spotted the culprit, her heart skipped a beat. 

Oh. My. Kami.

There, standing in the open doorway of the lounge, clipboard in hand, was him.

Naruto Uzumaki.

Her chosen masseur.

Her breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as an unexpected rush of warmth crawled up her spine.

There he was.

The same man whose face was plastered all over Happy Endings' website, boasting a flawless five-star rating and glowing reviews praising his "heavenly touch" and "unmatched expertise." The very same man she had shamelessly ogled—the one responsible for her booking this appointment in the first place.

And now, seeing him in person?

He was absolutely breathtaking.

More so than she ever could have imagined.

His blonde hair was styled just as neatly as in the photos, strands brushed back, revealing every sharp, chiseled angle of his face. He was dressed in crisp white scrubs, the color standing out against his tanned skin. The fabric was loose but did little to hide the definition of his toned body. 

And those eyes.

Even from across the room, they were striking—a piercing, ocean-blue, framed by dark lashes. 

He looked every bit the professional, but there was an undeniable ruggedness to him, something effortless about the way he carried himself. 

Something that made Hinata's pulse skip violently.

For a moment too long, she just sat there like an idiot, staring, too stunned to move. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she watched him scan the room, flipping through his clipboard, eyes flicking over the other guests with a casual confidence.

"Hinata Hyūga? Do we have a Hinata Hyūga here?"

That snapped her out of it.

"Oh—shoot, that's me!" She whispered under her breath, springing to her feet so quickly she almost knocked over the pamphlet in her lap. 

"Yes! That's me!" She called, her voice bubbling with excitement and just a hint of embarrassment.

Naruto's head turned sharply, his lips curling into a broad, easygoing grin the moment his eyes met hers. 

"Ah—there she is!" He let out a warm chuckle, playfully tapping his clipboard against his palm before pointing at her, "You were hiding from me, Hinata-san."

Hinata's face burned. 

"Oh no! I just—got a little caught up," She laughed nervously, hurriedly gathering her things. She quickly stuffed her snack, the bottle of water, and the massage packet into her purse, before reaching for the forms. 

Before she could grab them, Naruto lifted a hand in a casual beckon. 

"You can bring those with you," He said with a nod, "If you have any questions while you finish looking them over, feel free to ask."

His voice.

Kami, his voice.

Smooth like melted butter. 

Hinata swallowed, offering a small nod as she picked up the clipboard, clutching it against her chest, "Oh, um—actually, I already filled everything out online, so…" Her words trailed off as she glanced up at him, unsure if she needed to do anything else.

Naruto's lips curled into a grin, eyes gleaming with approval, "Perfect! That means we can get things rolling then," He said, then pointed at the clipboard of forms in her possession, "You can leave that there on the table, I'll have someone come by and confiscate it shortly. 

Hinata nodded, setting the clipboard back down on the table. 

Naruto stepped back slightly, gesturing for her to follow.

Hinata managed a small, shy smile in return before she did just that—slipping toward the open door he held for her. Once she stepped through and the door softly closed behind her, the blonde masseur turned to greet her properly, extending his hand. 

For a split second, Hinata hesitated—but then, she reached out, her fingers slipping into his. 

His grip was firm, warm, steady. 

Hinata's heart was pounding so hard she almost forgot to breathe.

Because—oh, kami—his hand was in hers.

Big. Warm. Strong.

Thick, blue veins traced along his tanned skin, his fingers easily dwarfing hers.

She couldn't look away.

Her breath hitched as he gave her hand a gentle rock, his thumb grazing over her knuckles so naturally, that her body responded before her mind could catch up.

A simple handshake.

But why did it feel like so much more?

His touch was already doing something to her, his fingers easing the tension from her knuckles, smoothing out stress she hadn't even realized she was carrying.

Like it was second nature to him.

Like he already knew exactly how to take care of her.

"It's so nice to meet you, Hinata-san," Naruto greeted, blsessing her ears with that voice of his again. So smooth and warm—everything she wasn't prepared for.

"As you probably know, I'm Naruto Uzumaki—the owner of Happy Endings and the head massage therapist here."

And then—finally—he let go.

Hinata's fingers twitched, tingling with the warmth he left behind, still buzzing from the lingering press of his palm against hers.

"Since it's your first time with us," Naruto continued, flipping open his clipboard, "do you have any questions or concerns so far?"

Hinata barely heard him.

She was still stuck on his hands.

The same hands that—soon—would be working their magic on her body.

Touching her.

Cupping her.

Massaging her.

Her lips parted, her throat tightening, her mind spiraling far too fast in a direction she hadn't anticipated.

And Naruto just stood there. 

Waiting.

Expecting an answer.

Oh, kami.

She needed to get it together.

"Mmm…" Hinata murmured, barely able to string words together, but then she caught the sound of his soft chuckle. 

Embarrassment fluttered through her, and she quickly snapped out of it, her cheeks burning bright red. 

"I—I mean, yes, I do have a few questions," She stammered, desperately trying to regain her composure—to erase that embarrassing little sound she had just made from existence.

Her fingers fidgeted against the strap of her purse, her brain scrambling for something—anything—to shift the focus.

"Also, thank you for giving me this opportunity, and��"

Hinata dipped into a polite bow, her hands nervously smoothing over the fabric of her skirt as she forced a shy but genuine smile.

"It's really great to finally meet you, Naruto-san."

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, rich and warm.

"Aww, you're gonna make a grown man blush," He teased, shaking his head with an easy grin, "You're really sweet, Hinata-san, but," his smirk tilted, "there's no need for any formality."

His gaze flickered over her, his smile warming up. 

"I'm here for you, not the other way around."

Hinata bit her lip.

Oh, if only he knew…

In a way, she was here for him.

Sort of.

Maybe just a little.

…Okay, maybe a lot.

The mere thought sent a flutter through her stomach, and before she could rein it in, her shoulders stiffened as she straightened from her bow, standing tall once more.

Naruto caught it instantly.

His sharp blue eyes flickered with knowing amusement, his head tilting slightly as he studied her reaction like she was a puzzle he was itching to figure out.

"Aww, Hinata-san," He drawled, "Relax." 

His smirk softened just a fraction, just enough to make her heart trip over itself.

"This is your time. Your session," He reminded her, voice dipping lower, smoother. "You don't have to be so stiff with me, sweetheart."

Hinata nearly choked on air.

Sweetheart.

Oh, no.

She wasn't ready.

Not for that.

Not for him.

Her lips parted, but nothing came out.

Absolutely nothing.

Just the relentless pounding of her heart in her ears, drowning out every coherent thought she had left.

"O-Oh…" was all she managed, a breathless, pathetic little whimper. 

Naruto let out another amused chuckle. 

He took a casual step around her, then tilted his head toward the hallway, gesturing with a flick of his fingers.

"Come, Hinata-san," He murmured, that damn smirk still in place. 

"Follow me.

His shoes made a steady, confident thump as he guided her onward, each step echoing softly against the glazed wooden floor. Every sound—the soft creak of the boards, the gentle rustle of his uniform as he moved, even the faint tap of his clipboard against his palm—seemed heightened, magnified by the stillness around them.

Hinata followed, her lashes fluttering as she stole secret glances at him from the corner of her eye.

Ahead, the hallway was dimly lit, a long, narrow corridor lined with closed massage rooms on either side. Lanterns flickered above, their soft golden glow reflecting off the pristine walls. The air was filled with the scent of warm vanilla and lavender, a nice and calming scent—and yet, her heart refused to settle.

Every step forward sent a fresh pulse of anticipation through Hinata, her heart racing, tightening, twisting.

And then—Naruto stopped.

He gestured toward an open doorway, stepping aside with a relaxed nod, "This room's all yours," He said, motioning for her to enter, his clipboard resting casually against his forearm.

Hesitantly, Hinata stepped inside.

The moment she did, her breath caught in her throat.

The room was… breathtaking. Private. Intimate.

A warm, golden glow filled the dimly lit room, the lanterns above casting a gentle spotlight on the massage table in the center. It was draped in crisp, freshly pressed white sheets, with a stack of neatly folded towels resting at the foot, practically calling out to her. 

The entire space was designed for pure tranquility—soft, neutral tones of beige, cream, and warm browns. Graceful bamboo plants in round pots stood tall in each corner—an addition to the room Hinata found particularly beautiful.

A sleek countertop lined the far wall, showcasing an array of oils and lotions, their delicate glass bottles gleaming under the soft candlelight.

Just beside it, a small sink sat nestled between carefully arranged décor—a vase filled with fresh flowers, a glowing salt lamp, and a trio of scented candles. 

Then… there was the scent.

Hinata inhaled deeply, the rich notes of citrus and amber swirling in the air, but something else overtook it.

Him.

The moment Naruto stepped in behind her, his cologne rushed in and dominated the small space—a deep, intoxicating blend of sandalwood and spice. 

Rich. Warm. Undeniably masculine.

Her breath hitched.

Kami, he was already too much.

"Take a seat for me," Naruto instructed, waving his clipboard over towards the massage table. 

Hinata hesitated yet again, fingers fidgeting with the strap of her purse, before obeying. As she walked past him, she caught another subtle whiff of his cologne—stronger now, closer. It was the kind of scent that lingered, the kind that made it dangerously hard to focus.

Naruto followed her inside, his movements fluid, relaxed as he closed the door behind them with a soft click.

She took slow, tentative steps toward the massage table, her fingers brushing over the pristine white sheets before settling herself at the edge.

This was it.

In just a few moments, she would be right here, stretched out beneath his touch, his hands. 

The thought sent a wave of nervous excitement through her, her stomach tightening, her pulse thrumming in her ears. But she barely had time to dwell on it before she heard the rush of water.

Naruto had moved to the sink, rolling up the sleeves of his white uniform, revealing strong, tanned forearms, corded with lean muscle. He turned on the faucet, letting the heat build before pumping a generous amount of soap into his hands.

"Alright," He murmured, rubbing his palms together, creating a rich lather, "Before we get started, let's go over those questions of yours," He glanced over his shoulder at her, a teasing smirk playing at his lips.

"Hm?"

Hinata's mouth gaped slightly, her fingers gripping the edge of the table just a little tighter.

Kami.

How was she supposed to think clearly when he looked like that?

Hinata let out a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. 

Just ask. Just ask and get it over with.

"U-Um…" She started, her voice wobbling a little too high, "I was wondering—could you explain what makes the Happy Ending massage different from the others?"

The words came out too fast, tumbling over each other like they were trying to escape her mouth before she could change her mind.

And then, for some godforsaken reason, she kept talking.

"It's, uh… kind of embarrassing, but this is actually my first massage. Ever."

For a moment—just a fraction of a second—Naruto froze.

His hands hovered under the running water, shoulders stiffening as if he had just heard the most absurd thing in the world. Then, with a quick flick of his wrist, he shut the sink off, a little too aggressively, and whipped around so fast she half-expected him to give himself whiplash.

"Did you just say—?" His voice pitched up slightly, eyebrows shooting sky-high, "Your first massage?"

He shook his head in disbelief, "You're messing with me."

Hinata shrank back slightly, feeling ridiculously called out, "I—um—no?"

Naruto squinted at her as he reached for a towel, drying his damp hands, "Nah. No way. A grown woman like you, never had a massage before? That's illegal. That should be illegal."

Hinata let out a small, nervous laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, well… unfortunately, no. I've just never had the time," She admitted, shifting slightly on the table, "I work as a marketing analyst—which is really just a fancy way of saying I sit at a desk all day, hunched over a computer."

Naruto winced playfully, shaking his head, "Oh no, your poor back. That's so tragic, Hinata-san."

"Oh yes, truly tragic," Hinata sighed dramatically, rubbing her lower back for emphasis, "I'd love to tell you otherwise, but honestly—my back gave up on me years ago."

Naruto's lips twitched, and then—he laughed. 

A deep, rich chuckle slipped from his lips, warming the space and her heart along with it. 

Hinata let out a soft, breathy laugh of her own, her shoulders relaxing just a bit—especially after realizing she had managed to make the ridiculously handsome blonde laugh. 

Like, oh my gosh, what?!

She hadn't expected to feel this comfortable so quickly, but something about Naruto's easygoing nature made it impossible not to.

"I just—I don't know," Hinata admitted, gesturing vaguely with her hands, "I figured it was about time I actually did something for myself for once. Then I stumbled across your website, read through the services, and thought, 'Maybe a massage is what I need.'"

Naruto hummed, nodding as he leaned back against the counter, arms crossing over his broad chest, "Hmm, so basically, you were drowning in work, at your wit's end, and in desperate need of some proper relief, yeah?"

Hinata's face heated instantly, "Well—!" She choked, flailing for words before groaning and covering her face with both hands, "Okay, yes! That basically sums it up."

Naruto let out a satisfied chuckle, pushing off the counter, "Well, in that case, let me be the first to say—you made an excellent decision coming here." 

He gestured broadly to the room, arms extended, "Welcome to the world of relaxation, hun."

His grin stretched wider, "And just for the record—" He paused, tilting his head slightly, those soft baby blue eyes locking onto hers. 

"I really appreciate you sharing that with me, Hinata-san."

Hinata beamed, cheeks flushing redder, "O-Of course."

For a brief moment, Naruto just stared her, his expression shifting—not just playful now, but genuinely… intrigued. There was something almost thoughtful in the way his eyes lingered on her, like he replaying the words she said over in his head. 

He hummed in amusement. 

"Now, about that question of yours…" He began, snapping himself out of his thoughts, "The Happy Ending massage option we have available here is… well, let's just say it's in a category of its own."

Hinata bit her lip, her heartbeat stuttering.

Oh. 

The way he said it, the way his voice dropped just a little, made something deep in her chest tighten. She wasn't sure if it was anticipation, nervousness, or just the lingering effect of him thanking her so casually earlier, like she had shared something special. Like he actually cared.

It made her want to kick her feet, and giggle into her hands like a silly, silly schoolgirl.

"It's more erotic, more intimate…" Naruto went on, watching for her reaction.

Hinata caught it—the tail end of what he said, anyway.

Her lips parted slightly, a breath hitching in her throat as her mind whirled, catching up to what he was saying.

"Now, don't get me wrong," He continued, his tone as easygoing as ever, "it still works just like a deep tissue massage."

He lifted a hand, gesturing casually as he spoke, "I'll be working through every muscle—your neck, shoulders, arms, back, legs…" His gaze briefly swept over her, as if mentally charting every spot he'd touch, every area he'd press and knead.

"Loosening up every knot, releasing all that built-up tension you've been carrying."

Hinata nodded slowly, her mind grasping for some sense of normalcy in his explanation.

That… that didn't sound bad.

She did need a deep tissue massage.

Her job had her sitting for hours on end, her muscles locked up so tightly she barely remembered what it felt like to be relaxed. 

So that seemed exactly what she needed. 

But then, she looked up and noticed the blonde masseur's smirk changed.

Not drastically.

Just slightly.

His gaze turned a shade darker, something undeniably suggestive flashing behind his blue eyes.

"But the key difference of the Happy Ending massage option," He continued, his voice dipping lower, "is at the very end of your session."

Hinata's brows furrowed, confusion flashing across her face.

"The end?"

Naruto chuckled softly.

"Hai. At the very end—especially for you—" His eyes locked onto hers, unwavering, "I'm going to wrap it all up with something…special." He paused, just for a second. 

"A sweet release. A proper orgasm."

Hinata froze.

Her brain completely short-circuited.

Did he—

Did he just—

Did she hear that correctly?

Her face went up in flames, her fingers clenching her purse strap as tight as she could, the only thing keeping her grounded, reminding her that this was real. That she was, in fact, awake.

"O-O-Orgasm?!" She squeaked, her voice pitching so high she barely recognized it.

Naruto's grin only widened.

"That's right, Hinata-san."

Casual.

Nonchalant.

As if he had just told her the sky was blue.

Hinata gawked at him, completely and utterly shocked beyond belief.

She wanted to deny she heard him correctly.

She wanted to ask if this was some kind of joke.

She wanted to faint on the damn spot.

This is what she signed up for?

This is what 'Happy Ending' meant?

All this time?!

How could she have been so reckless?!

Twice—that word, erotic, had flashed before her eyes. Twice, she had seen it, registered it… and yet, each time, she brushed it off, convincing herself it was just part of the all-inclusive massage experience she had conjured up in her head. 

She knew she had seen it.

And yet, instead of stopping to question it, instead of reading between the lines like any rational person would, she let her excitement get the best of her—rushing headfirst into booking the session without a second thought.

Too hasty. Too quick.

Now, sitting here, her pulse hammering, reality finally sinking its claws in, she could hardly believe it.

What had she gotten herself into?

All the while, as she spiraled deeper into the chaos of her own thoughts, Naruto remained where he was—calm, composed, waiting. His smirk lingered, his sharp blue eyes watching her every reaction with quiet amusement.

But then—

His smile began to fade.

Slowly, that teasing smirk softened, replaced by something more cautious, more observant. His head tilted slightly, his blonde brows drawing together as he took in her silence, her stiff posture, the way her fingers had gone white-knuckled around her purse strap.

His hands lowered, the playful edge in his demeanor slipping just a little.

"…You okay, Hinata-san?"

His voice was gentler now, his gaze carefully scanning her face for any signs of discomfort. 

"If this isn't something you're comfortable with, we can make adjustments." He offered, his voice steady, reassuring, "Just remember, this session is all about helping you relax, not adding to your stress."

Hinata blinked, her mouth opening and closing, her pulse still racing. And then—before she could even think, before she could stop herself—

"No, no—I want it."

The words just…tumbled out. 

What. The. Hell. 

Naruto's brows lifted slightly, his smirk making a slow return.

"…Oh?"

That single word carried so much weight, dragging heat all the way down Hinata's spine.

Oh?

OH?!

Hinata's heart slammed against her ribs, realization crashing down on her far too late.

What the hell had she just agreed to?

Her mouth opened, as if to take it back—to retract the words—but the way Naruto was looking at her, studying her so intently, made the thought die on her tongue.

Especially with him looking so fine.

Kami.

This would be any woman's dream, wouldn't it? To be pampered by a man this strong, this handsome? To have those skilled hands of his gliding over her body, rubbing her down, taking care of her?

He was built for this. Trained for this.

And… if she was being honest… she secretly wanted it.

More than she should.

More than she—

Wait—what?! What the hell was she thinking?!

Her face grew redder and redder, blinking, waiting for him to… say something. Anything.

Naruto hummed, low, considering. 

And with that—he broke the silence.

"Well, alright then."

His smirk returned. 

"But before we officially move forward, there are a few things we need to go over first."

He pushed himself off the counter, moving with that same easy confidence, grabbing his clipboard and flipping it open.

"First off, let's talk comfort levels."

Hinata inhaled sharply, gripping the fabric of her skirt, feeling the heat pulse through her entire body.

Comfort levels?

Oh kami.

"This section requires you to be a little more open with me, Hinata-san," Naruto continued smoothly, flicking through the forms, "That means skin-to-skin contact. Now, you don't have to be completely naked if that makes you uncomfortable. Most of my clients—" He paused, looking at her pointedly, "—especially first-timers—keep their underwear on. Totally up to you."

Hinata's brain short-circuited. Again.

Naked.

Naked?!

Oh. 

She had not thought this through.

Her fingers twitched, "I… I can keep my underwear on?"

Naruto nodded, his expression remaining completely professional despite the nature of the discussion—a skill in itself, "Of course. This is all about what makes you comfortable."

Hinata exhaled slowly, feeling at least somewhat relieved.

Then, Naruto's voice dipped lower.

"Though, if you want the full experience, skin-to-skin contact allows me to work deeper into the muscle tissue. It helps with circulation, tension relief, and overall relaxation. The less restriction, the better the results."

Hinata swallowed hard.

Circulation. Tension relief. Relaxation.

Okay. Okay, that all sounded… reasonable.

Logical.

Totally not like she was about to get stripped down and touched in ways she'd never been touched before.

Right?

But then…

That naughty little voice deep in the back of her mind whispered temptingly.

Would that be so bad?

To experience his hands gliding over every inch of her body? To have those strong fingers kneading into her skin, pressing into all the places that ached?

To finally, finally satisfy those intimate cravings she had been forced to repress?

Naruto glanced up at her, curious but patient, "Still with me?"

Hinata nodded stiffly, her pulse pounding in her ears, "Y-Yeah… still with you."

"Good."

She swallowed hard, then, in a barely audible whisper, murmured, "I-I'd like to keep my underwear on, please."

Naruto gave a simple nod, "Alrighty."

He jotted something down on the clipboard before glancing back up at her.

"So, next, I will use a variety of oils during the session, all tailored to your needs. Some focus on deep relaxation, others on muscle recovery, and some—" His smirk twitched at the corner, "—heighten sensitivity."

Hinata felt her entire body lock up.

Heighten. Sensitivity.

What the hell did that mean?!

Naruto, clearly picking up on her internal struggle, let out a low chuckle,  "I'll go with whatever you're comfortable with," He assured her smoothly, "And I'll let you know exactly which oil I'm using before I apply it. But if you're unsure…" His smirk deepened slightly, "I can always mix a custom blend—one that covers everything. Keeps things… interesting."

Hinata didn't trust herself to speak, so she just nodded again, her throat too dry to function properly.

"Alright," Naruto continued, completely at ease as he flipped to the next page, "Last thing—orgasm control."

Hinata nearly choked on her own saliva.

"O-O-Orgasm control?!"

Naruto grinned, tapping the pen against his clipboard, "Yup. You have two options here."

He held up a single finger.

"One: You let it happen naturally. I work you up, and when your body decides it's ready, you let it all go."

Hinata gaped at him.

She wanted to interrupt—to say something—but he held up a second finger.

"Two: You hold back until I give you permission."

Hinata made a sound.

It was somewhere between a squeak and a wheeze, but it definitely didn't sound human.

Naruto's grin only widened.

"That one's my personal favorite, but, again, all up to you."

Hinata just sat there, her lips slightly parted, completely and utterly at a loss for words. This was so much more than she expected—so much more intense than she ever could've imagined.

She had only intended to get a simple, straightforward massage.

And now this…

She couldn't even breathe.

Her heart pounded so rapidly it was starting to scare her, her thoughts tangling into a frantic mess.

It wasn't just about the massage anymore.

No.

This was more than that. So much more.

This was self-care. Attention. Intimacy.

Everything she had denied herself for years.

It was all right here.

In one session.

With him.

Right then and there, that naughty, reckless part of her came rushing back in again.

It whispered—no, it purred in her ear.

"Do it."

"Let go."

"Treat yourself, girl."

And for once—just once—Hinata wanted to listen to it. She had spent her entire life playing it safe, following the rules, sticking to routine.

Always composed. Always responsible. Always predictable.

Never risky.

Never self-indulgent.

And for what?

For what?!

For years of pent-up frustration? Of loneliness?

For a life where she never once let herself chase desire?

No.

Not this time.

This was her chance—her moment—to take something for herself.

To do something wild.

Something reckless.

Something that made her feel alive.

She had come here to take a break from the norm.

To let go.

To finally, finally stop thinking so damn much.

And the answer was right in front of her.

Blonde. Blue-eyed. Smirking like he already knew exactly what was running through her mind.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

Then, slowly, deliberately—

She lifted her chin and met his gaze.

"…Okay."

Naruto's smirk widened.

"Yeah?" He stated, more as a confirmation than a question.

Hinata bit her lip, her nerves all over the place, before finally nodding.

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Naruto's grin broadened, flashing those stupidly perfect pearly whites—up close and personal—in a way that made her stomach flip and her womanhood clench in anticipation.

Kami.

She had never been so aware of her own body before.

It was ridiculous.

"That's the spirit," He praised, his approval as warm as it was reassuring. "I promise, you won't regret it, sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

There it was again—that pet name, slipping so effortlessly from his lips.

Hinata barely stifled a whimper, clutching her legs tightly together, desperately willing herself to stay composed.

Naruto's eyes flicked to her midnight blue hair, and he tilted his head, "First, let's start by putting up your hair. It's beautiful, by the way."

Hinata blinked, caught off guard, "Eh?"

"Your hair. The color." He smirked, moving toward one of the counters, grabbing something, "It's unique… kinda mesmerizing, actually."

Hinata's face turned red.

Before she could even process the compliment, Naruto was already in front of her, his strong hands reaching toward her.

"May I?"

She nodded quickly, her embarrassment spiking.

Of course, she had forgotten to put her hair up before coming here. Who in their right mind forgets something so simple when going to a massage parlor?!

So embarrassing.

But then—

Her breath hitched the moment she felt him touch her.

Warm.

Firm.

His palms cradled the sides of her head, gathering the silky strands with practiced ease. His fingers skimmed the nape of her neck, collecting ever strand in those large hands of his, sending a shiver trailing down her spine. Every brush, every subtle tug as he gathered her hair into a loose bundle, was oddly intimate. 

Kami.

She hadn't expected this to feel so… nice.

He was so close, his masculine scent wrapping around her making her head spin.

And it was just him fixing her hair.

What the hell was she going to do when he actually touched her?

"There we go," Naruto murmured, successfully twisting her hair up into a messy high bun, securing it with a hair tie. 

Hinata exhaled the breath she didn't know she was holding.

He stepped back slightly, admiring his work.

"Looks good." He smirked. "Now, onto the next part."

He nodded toward the massage table, "Alright, go ahead and slip out of your clothes. Lie down for me—face down, head resting in the cushion." He instructed, motioning toward the head of the table. 

Hinata froze.

Right.

She had agreed to this.

She had literally just said yes to this.

Her fingers twitched, her heart pounding, but Naruto's voice broke through her hesitation again—casual, reassuring, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"I'm gonna step out for a moment to grab a few extra things for your session. No rush—take your time. When I get back, we'll get started." He gestured toward the counter, "Oh, and you can set your belongings over there if you'd like."

Hinata glanced down at her purse, nodding softly.

His smirk softened just a little, a flicker of something almost teasing behind his gaze, "Don't run away on me now, yeah?"

Hinata squeaked, gripping the hem of her skirt so tightly, she thought she might tear it.

Naruto chuckled, turning on his heel and heading for the door, his presence lingering in the room long after he had stepped out.

Hinata sat there in the silence, her mind spinning, replaying everything that had just unfolded, struggling to fully grasp the weight of her impulsive decision.

Her hands trembled.

Her entire body felt like it was on fire.

And now…

Now, she had to undress.

She covered her burning cheeks with both hands, squeezing her eyes shut as she kicked her legs in a flustered fit.

Kami help her.

Because she was so screwed.

Hinata exhaled deeply, her head resting against the plush, rounded cushion of the massage table, her face settling into the designated opening.

She was down to her underwear now—her finest set, ironically enough.

It wasn't something she had planned. She certainly hadn't woken up this morning thinking, 'Oh, today seems like a great day to wear my sexiest lingerie, just in case I end up half-naked in front of the most gorgeous man I've ever met.'

She groaned inwardly.

Who was she fooling?

Of course, she had. Of course, she planned it. 

And now… here she was.

Half-naked. Face down on the table, waiting.

Her fingers tensed against the plush fabric beneath her, and she forced another breath through her nose.

Relax.

The room was calm, quiet, soothing—everything a massage parlor should be. Soft, tranquil music drifted through the air, blending with the gentle trickle of the water fountain built into the dark tiled wall. 

The warmth from the flickering candles was nice against her skin at least, warm and heady, designed to lull her into relaxation.

And for a moment—just a moment—it worked.

She closed her eyes, letting the tension drain from her muscles, trying to focus on the peaceful ambiance.

The water.

The music.

The peace.

The soft, steady rhythm of her own breath.

But then—

She became aware of something else. 

A new sound. A new rhythm. 

The pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears, loud, unrelenting—drowning out the music, the fountain, everything.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her nerves coiled tighter.

Her body, despite the comfort of the table, remained on edge.

She couldn't get Naruto's words out of her head. Everything he had said, everything this massage entailed—it was nothing like what she had originally imagined when she recklessly booked the appointment. 

Not even close.

This was… something else.

Something thrilling.

Something undeniably intimate.

Something she knew would be life-changing. 

Once again, her mind began to scramble. 

But just as she felt herself begin to lose it, just as she was starting to come to terms with how utterly exposed she was—

A knock at the door shattered the quiet.

Hinata stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.

"Hinata-san? Are ya ready, hun?"

That voice. 

Naruto was back.

Hinata jolted upright, her head lifting from the cushion, heart hammering, "H-Hai! I—I'm ready!" She blurted, scrambling to press her face back down into position.

"Alrighty!"

The door clicked open.

Then came, footsteps.

Soft, steady, confident.

Each one sent her heart racing faster, thudding in sync with his approach.

And then—Naruto's voice.

"Good girl."

Hinata squeaked.

A literal, tiny squeak escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her entire body went rigid against the table, toes curling in mortification.

Oh, kami.

Did he just—

Was he—

He was messing with her, wasn't he?

It didn't help that he chuckled, the sound deep, amused, far too satisfied with himself.

"Relax, Hinata-san."

His voice was low, just as before, a warm murmur that sent a gentle shiver down her spine.

The door snapped shut behind him, sealing them off from the rest of the world.

Just the two of them now.

She heard the clink of bottles, the faint rustle of movement as he set something down on the counter closest to her. 

"You're so tense, honey."

Hinata sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of the table beneath her.

But she couldn't move.

Not when she felt him so close.

Not when every hair on her body stood on edge, her skin prickling with the undeniable awareness of him.

He moved again.

Slow, measured steps, drawing closer—so close, she swore she felt the heat of his gaze trailing over her bare back, over the smooth curves of her body.

Her breath hitched, her stomach twisting as she imagined it—imagined him looking, taking her in, seeing her just in her underwear. 

She sucked in a breath. 

But then, his footsteps changed direction, striding away from her, this time toward the farthest counter. It was then, she heard the faint sound of liquid being poured, the crisp snap of a cap closing, the controlled whoosh of water running as he washed his hands again. 

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her mind spiraling.

The anticipation coiled inside her, tight and heady.

Then she heard it. 

The soft, muted slip of gloves being pulled on.

A quiet sigh left Naruto's lips, as if he were centering himself, rolling his shoulders, flexing his fingers. 

She then heard more footsteps from him, and a brief shuffle of movement, and soon, something warm and weighty draped over her lower half. A towel, she realized, the fabric pressing lightly against her skin, a subtle barrier between her and complete exposure. 

"Alright, sweetheart."

His voice. Deep. Right above her. 

Close enough that she could feel the heat of his presence at her back.

"Let's begin."

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[zealfruity]

At a spa day w massages and skin treatments and everything, thinking “i gotta bring a clone here”

[iluvchick3nz]

cubs date night??? (like finn & leo, finn & logan, logan & leo, and all 3)

Yaaaaaaay date night! I LOVE the idea of dating your partner(s) forever- time together that is outside of the daily routine is so important!

Have a series of them (they are in no particular order, but LeLo's takes place right around the latest chapter of Vaincre!)!

P.S. Please do go listened to the John Denver songs listed they are beautiful, especially the first one- it really reminds me of how the Cubs love one another.

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Logan and Finn

“What is this?”

Logan smiled at Finn's confusion. “A surprise, rouge.”

“I'm so confused,” Finn said. His brow was furrowed as he took in the store front. “What are we doing here?”

Logan tugged him by the hand through the door of the studio. “We're painting.”

“Huh?”

Logan rolled his eyes and kissed Finn's cheek. “Allez.” He smiled at the curly haired receptionist. Her smock was covered in paint, and there was even some in her bandana. “Hi. I booked a couple hours.”

She smiled back and opened a book in front of her. “Last name?”

“Tremblay.”

“Ah, gotcha,” she said, then penciled something in. She waved them along with a bright grin. “This way.” 

They passed by display cases of completed work, and a couple of classrooms where there were sculpting lessons. Finn's hand was warm on Logan's lower back as they eventually made their way to a large room. There were other couples and groups there, immersed in their work. The girl spun on her heel and gestured to a shelf.

“Blank pieces are here for you to choose from, and I set the glazes by your station. There are smocks, too. When you're done, find one of us, and we will put them in the kiln for you to pick up next week.” She led them to a table laden with small plastic pots of glazes and paints. “Make sure you don't go too thick or too thin. We'll be around if you have any questions.” She rapped her hands on the table then took a step back. “Have fun!”

“Merci,” Logan said softly. He turned to look at Finn. “So?”

Finn just grinned and kissed him hard. “You're such a sweetheart.” He looked to the shelves with the various blank clay pieces. “What do you think? Bowl? Plate?”

Logan hummed and scanned them with his eyes, Finn doing the same beside him. They both reached for a different item, and turned to look at each other at the same time. Finn had a large plate with a raised bowl in the middle.

“For Leo,” he said, blushing a little. “He's been making a lot of dips this summer. He'd like this, I think.”

Logan felt his heart skip a beat. “Yeah. He will.”

“What'd you choose?”

Logan held up the mug with a smile. It had a perfect thumb hold, and was tall enough to hold a lot of tea. Engraved on the side was a raised sun design. Finn clocked it immediately and bit around a grin. His eyes were warm when they looked into Logan's own. 

“We're hopeless, huh?” he sighed. “Leo leaves for one fishing weekend with Reg and we are barely surviving without him.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He brushed one hand up and down Finn's waist. “But that means we get to greet him when he walks through the door.”

Finn's expression turned excited. “Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I can't wait.” He jerked his head towards the table. “Let's get to work, ten.”

They attempted to make them a matching set- kind of. Logan had thought it was a weird suggestion when Finn brought it up, but he was sure Leo would appreciate it anyhow. His piece was admittedly neater than Finn's. The sun was perfectly yellow, with a gradient blue sky starting from its outline and working outwards around the mug. Finn had attempted the same, starting in the middle with the dip bowl and working towards the edges of the plate, but he'd been a bit heavy handed with the glaze and now the colors were starting to blur together.

He let out a frustrated groan. “I am absolutely butchering this.”

Logan laughed and leaned into his shoulder. Their ankles were crossed underneath the table. “Non, it'll look fine. Leo will love it anyway.”

“I know he will,” Finn said. “He will because he's Leo and he appreciates the littlest things, even if they are ugly.” He huffed. “But I want this to be perfect. He deserves perfection.”

“Ouais, he does,” Logan said softly. He considered Finn's work. “Maybe- maybe you try mixing them. Like tie-dye, or- what's the word? When you randomly mix a bunch of paint together?”

“Splatter paint?”

“Ouais, splatter paint.” He gestured to his own mug. “That way they'll be matching, but not exactly the same.” He pointed to the outside rim of the bowl. “You could put green there, oui? To make it transition?”

Finn laughed. “Since when did you become an expert in pottery?”

Logan blushed. “Non. It's just ‘cause it's Leo.”

Finn looked wistful. “Yeah.” He sighed and tilted his temple against Logan's. “I miss him.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “Me too. But Reg is leaving for school soon. He won't see him for a while.”

“But you’re leaving soon. For New York.”

Finn's dejected voice tugged at Logan's heartstrings. “Ouais. Ouais, I know.” He kissed Finn's temple. “But we are people outside of us being together, too, rouge. And Reg means a lot to Leo.”

Finn sighed again. “I know. I know, I'm being silly. I just really miss him.” He turned to push his nose into Logan's neck. “I like doing stuff with friends during the day. But I like when we're all in bed together at night.” He pulled back to cup Logan's jaw and kiss him softly. “Don't like going to sleep without you two.”

Logan breathed out heavily. “Je sais. I know, it's hard.” He turned back to his mug. “Let's make these for Leo and surprise him with them next week. Then I'll take you out for dinner, then to bed, ouais?”

Finn smiled. “You bet you can take me to bed.”

Logan rolled his eyes but hooked his ankle more firmly around Finn's. “Allez. Soleil deserves perfection, so let's paint.”

***

Leo and Logan

“Mm, smells good, soleil.”

Leo smiled at Logan from where he was finishing up their cutlets. “Thanks honey. How was practice? Feel good about tomorrow?”

“Ouais,” Logan said, slipping off his shoes. He took Leo in, then noticed the dining room table, near his balcony doors, set with candles and a bottle of sparkling cider. He smiled. “You did this for me?”

Leo nodded, then turned back to the stove. “I thought we could have a date night while Fish is out for dinner with Alex. And you've been tired with the playoffs, so I figured staying in might be the best option.” When he didn't get a response, he looked up at Logan, brow furrowed. “Is that okay?”

But Logan was already walking towards him, smile bright and loving. “Oui. C'est bien.” He fell against Leo's chest to kiss him. “Je t'aime, soleil. Merci.”

Leo kissed him again. “Love you. Now go get changed, sweetheart. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Logan squeezed against his waist once more before going to their bedroom. Leo hummed along to the music playing through the speakers, his soft, old country playlist reverberating around the room. He had just finished placing the pans on the table when Logan appeared from their bedroom, making Leo stop in his tracks.

“You look… Lo, you look gorgeous.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “So do you.”

Leo looked down at himself, in his navy jeans and dark salmon waffle shirt, then at Logan in his black pants and plum button down and was lost for words. Logan’s hair was curlier, too, now that it was longer, and framed his face in a middle part. His eyes were jewel-like as they roved over the table setting, and Leo was so, so in love with him. He said as much.

“I'm so, so in love with you.” He walked forward to cup Logan's face. “God, Lo. You’re just… you’re so gorgeous. You're so gorgeous.”

Logan scrunched his nose around his Finn impression. “Look who's talking.”

Leo laughed, but rubbed his thumbs over Logan's sharp cheekbones, holding his gentle gaze. “I know, I know, but you… Logan, sometimes Finn and I don't know what to do, you're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful, sweetheart, all the time.” He leaned down to kiss Logan softly. “But especially in person.”

That seemed to rile Logan up, and he sighed heavily through his nose and kissed Leo deeper. He was gripping Leo's shirt in his hands, pulling Leo down to where he was, and it made Leo dizzy.

“Honey,” Leo gasped out between kisses. “Honey, the food's getting cold.”

“Mm,” Logan groaned. “One more.”

Leo complied, smiling against Logan's mouth before drawing them apart. Logan's face fit perfectly in between his palms and he kissed his forehead before nodding towards the table. “Let's eat, sweetheart.”

Logan laughed as Leo pulled out his chair. “I really like the sparkling cider.”

Leo blushed. “Well, no alcohol because of the playoffs. I just wanted it to still be special.”

Logan took his hand and kissed it. “I love it, soleil. I love you.”

Leo smiled and placed a cutlet on Logan's plate, topped with arugula and tomatoes marinated in their own juices with garlic and basil, a lemon on the side to squirt the juice over the dish. “Love you, sweetheart. Eat, before it gets cold.”

Logan complied, tangling his ankles with Leo's when he sat across from him. His New York apartment would never be home, not like in Gryffindor, but Leo did like having a dining room table to sit at instead of just sitting at the bar stools by the counter. He especially loved to watch Logan enjoy the table, laden with perfectly assembled food and place settings, like at a fancy restaurant. He looked happy, content, and more relaxed than Leo had seen him in a long time.

Their chatter was gentle, as it so often tended to be. Finn was the main conversationalist, and Logan never felt like he had to say anything, but also never felt like he couldn't. Leo usually made himself to be whatever the other person needed him to be in the moment. He sat with Logan in silence or quiet conversation, or made him laugh loudly with his sharp wit. He could read Logan like an open book, and Logan had once said to him that he wondered what he ever felt like he had to hide anyway.

“Merci, Le,” he said after they’d finished. He was playing with Leo’s fingers. “That was delicious, mon coeur.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Leo replied, standing to clear their plates.

“Non, non,” Logan protested, batting his hands away. “Let me clean, mon chou, you cooked.”

Leo raised his eyebrows teasingly. “Am I going to have to rewash dishes?”

Logan rolled his eyes and stacked their plates. “Fish only has to do that sometimes. I’ve gotten better since living on my own.”

Leo’s smile was a bit joking, and a bit sad. “Well, whatever it takes, I guess.” He kissed Logan briefly. “I’ll dry, then.”

They worked quietly side by side, and Logan triple checked to make sure each plate was clean. He was focused, his tongue poking out in the way that made Finn and Leo laugh. Leo smiled and kissed the side of his head. 

“I've got some dessert,” Leo said, breaking their silence. “If you want something sweet.”

“According to Fish, I am something sweet.”

Leo bumped him with his hip. “And he's right.” Leo sorted the utensils into their drawer. “And then I was thinking we'd have to just go to sleep, even before Finn gets home. Want you rested for the game tomorrow.” 

Logan sighed. “I'm sorry.”

Leo shook his head hard. “No, no, Lo, don't be sorry. We're so proud of you.” He kissed Logan’s forehead. “We'll finish this, eat, then bed. Okay?”

Logan was placing the last pan on the drying rack when Leo moved to the fridge. He furrowed his brow quizzically, then made an ah! sound when he found what he’d been looking for. 

“Not necessarily on the diet plan, but I figured an exception could be made for date night,” he said, holding up a plate with a large piece of cake. “The New York Blackout Cake from that place Finn brought us to.”

Logan bit his lip and looked Leo up and down. Leo looked him up and down, too, everything from his soft curls falling over his face to the eager way he was looking at Leo holding the cake. Leo watched as a conflicted feeling made its way across Logan’s expression. Logan watched Leo's face as Leo caught on, too. 

Leo set the plate down on the counter. “What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I just…” Logan sighed, closing his eyes and hanging his head back. He didn’t quite know how to find the English words, sometimes. “I just want to rest with you.”

Leo moved into his space and cupped his hips gently. Logan reached up to play with his hair, looking into Leo’s eyes as he tried to understand. “What do you mean, Lo?” He ducked down. “Dites-moi.”

Logan sighed, then continued in French. “I want to go to bed with you and not have to get up and do anything. I want to- I want to go to bed early to stay up late with you, not because I have to sleep enough for a game. And I-” He took a deep breath and pulled Leo close, brushing their noses together. “I want you, Le. It’s been so long, and I want you, but we have to be careful because of the playoffs, and I-” He made a low groan in the back of his throat. His breath was hot against Leo’s cheek. “I just want to rest with you. To be with you.” He kissed Leo hard. “I missed you, mon soleil.”

Leo shuddered, breathing quick and shaky. “I’m sorry, Lo. I’m sorry I said anything about- about going to sleep early, I-”

“Sh, sh,” Logan hushed. He tucked himself under Leo’s chin. “It’s because you care. I love that about you.” He looked up at him. “Let’s eat our cake, oui? Then we go to bed.” Logan sighed and pushed himself further into Leo’s chest. “I want some rest more than none at all.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” Leo said, pulling back to rub up and down Logan’s arms. He jerked his head to the table. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap and I can feed you.”

Logan laughed and took the hand Leo offered, his other holding the cake. Leo did insist on feeding him, taking a bite for himself every now and then. Mostly, he just smiled at Logan, laughing softly as Logan told him about Percy putting shaving cream in Saint and Alex’s gloves, which had them chasing him around the arena with bottles of their own cream provided by Will. Apparently, he was invested in putting a stop to Percy’s practical pranking streak- Percy spent way too much time buying shaving cream, he said. 

With every laugh, Leo wrapped Logan up tighter with his free arm until there was no space between them. After Leo took the final bite of cake, Logan kissed him just to taste it off his tongue. Leo obliged for a minute, then insisted that they get ready for bed.

“I want you to be comfy, sweetheart,” Leo said softly. “Then we can spend some more time together, but I want you ready for bed so you can just fall asleep when you need to.”

Logan told him didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky.

Later, after brushing their teeth and Leo forcing him through a skincare routine, Logan sat straddled in Leo’s lap, kissing him languidly with his arms thrown across Leo’s shoulders, Leo’s hands running up and down his back. It felt good, to kiss just to kiss when they hadn’t had the time to in so long. Logan’s body was warm against his own, skin against skin now that they were just in their boxers. Logan let his head fall back with a slightly wanton sound as Leo moved down to kiss at his neck, scraping his teeth against the hinge of Logan’s jaw like he liked. Leo couldn’t help the pool of arousal working its way up his spine.

“Fuck,” he gasped suddenly, pulling back. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess from Logan’s hands. “Fuck, we have to stop. We have to stop, we have to go to bed.” He blinked hard. “You need to sleep, oh God.”

Logan kissed him softly. “I want you.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Logan, you can’t say that, not when we can’t-”

“Ouais, we can,” Logan whispered. He settled himself more firmly in the cradle of Leo’s hips. “We can go slow. I’ll be okay, mon coeur, I’m asking you to.” He sighed. “I missed you, Le.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. It didn’t take him long to decide, but he hoped his eyes conveyed he was still a bit worried. “Okay. Okay, but we have to go so slow-”

“Ouais,” Logan interrupted, suddenly urgent. “Ouais, yes, yes.” He bent to suck at Leo’s neck. “Leo.”

“I love you,” Leo gasped. “I love you so much.”

Then, in the dim light of their bedside lamp, Leo let Logan’s everything fill him up and held tightly to his body as he kissed Leo gently back against the pillows. 

***

Finn and Leo

“How’s this, Le?”

Leo nodded, smiling at the way Finn patted the cushioned chair beside his own at the high top table. Finn smiled back, enjoying the way Leo looked golden under the dim cafe lights. He had seen the local band advertised a few days ago, coincidentally playing in his favorite cafe, and had immediately texted Leo demanding a date night.

Besides, he didn't want to be in their apartment any longer than he had to. Not when the winter nights left him cold on one side because Logan wasn't there to warm him up. 

They had just played their last game before the All Star break, a matinee, and he could feel that excitement that preceded a vacation, even a stay at home one. He could tell that Leo did, too, with the way he'd been laughing freely that afternoon as he had cooked them an early dinner, the way he’d kissed Finn happily after Finn had held the door open for him to get out of the car. He looked sweet tonight, in his white wool sweater and jeans, golden chain peeking out when it caught the light. Finn took his hand and kissed it. “What do you want, sunshine? I’ll go to the bar and order.”

Leo smiled brightly. “You know what I want.” He leaned across the table and nudged their noses. “And a couple of those blueberry scones, if they still have them, please.”

“You got it,” Finn said, then kissed him briefly and walked to the bar. 

The bartender smiled at him when he approached. “Finn,” he said. “The usual?”

“You know it, Marius,” Finn replied with a grin. “And a Dark ‘n Stormy for Le. Oh, and two of those blueberry scones, if they're still around, please?”

Marius nodded, already grabbing a shaker. “We always have them for our favorite food critic. Usual table?”

“Yep, thank you.” Finn slapped some bills on the bar. “Keep the change.”

“This is why you’re my favorite, O’Hara!” Marius called as Finn walked away.

Finn spun and gave him a thumbs up before turning back to walk towards their high top. Leo smiled and reached out his arms, Finn swaying into the cradle of his legs and rubbing his hands up and down Leo’s thighs. “Howdy, nutter butter.”

“Hi,” Leo said softly. “Usual?”

“Always, baby.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Got a couple scones for you. You’re their favorite food critic.”

Leo blushed happily. “That’s sweet.”

“Here we are,” a voice said behind them. A young woman about Leo’s age with long, dark hair placed a tray on their table. “One Manhattan, one Dark ‘n Stormy, and two blueberry scones for you.”

“Thanks, Isha,” Leo said, rubbing a thumb on Finn’s hip. “How’re classes?”

Isha scoffed. “Way harder than whatever hockey you're playing.”

Finn laughed. “I’ll drink to that. Hey, if you do well in fashion school, we’ll commission your first pieces, how does that sound?”

Isha rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Fine. But I hope you like colorful suits, because I make nothing short of fabulous.”

“Amen,” Leo said, reaching to take a sip of his drink. “I’m tired of black and navy.”

She knocked on their table. “I’ll leave you to it, guys. Enjoy!”

They waved her off, then Finn pulled away to sit on his own stool. “I’m kind of excited for the band. Haven’t seen them before.”

Leo hummed and picked up a scone. “Reg went out with Sirius and Remus to see them at the park the other week. Said they’re pretty acoustic.” He took a bite. “Fuck, these are good. Want some?”

Finn smiled and hooked their ankles together. “Nah, baby. I’m fine just sitting here looking at you.”

Leo rolled his eyes. His cheeks were red. “You’re so funny about that.”

“Uh, there’s nothing funny about it. I’ll sit and stare at you and Lo for hours. We’ll test it sometime.”

“You sure you can sit still for that long?” Leo’s eyes were playful.

Finn leaned in. “Sure, if there’s a reward.”

Leo laughed. “If that’s the case, I’m not sure Logan will sit still that long, either.” He straightened. “Hey, look, they’re starting.”

The band was small. A vocalist, guitarist, bassist. A keyboard player. The percussionist had a kit, but also a lot of small instruments Finn didn’t know the name of. They introduced themselves briefly, the vocalist swinging their long hair over their shoulder, then the drummer counted them off. They were a bit folk, almost country.

“Your taste in music, huh, Le?”

“Yeah.” Leo nodded, watching intently. He turned to look at Finn with a smile and reached out his hand. “Thanks for taking me.”

Finn tugged him. “C’mere.”

He led Leo over to stand back to chest with him. Sat on the high stool, Finn was the perfect height to rest his chin on Leo’s shoulder and watch. The skin of Leo’s neck was warm against his cheek, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Leo’s waist. Leo sighed and relaxed back into him, covering Finn’s hands with his own.

“I’m ready for a vacation,” Leo said softly. “Feels like that last roadie went on for ages.”

“Hm,” Finn agreed. He kissed Leo’s skin. “Can’t wait to have you to myself for a few days.”

He could feel Leo smile. “All for you? What if Logan wants me?”

“You’re both all for me,” Finn countered. He buried his nose into Leo’s soft sweater. “All mine.”

Leo leaned back to look at him. “All yours.” He twisted slightly, bringing one hand up to cup Finn’s jaw. “What’s wrong?”

Finn bent to tuck his nose behind Leo’s neck, out of view from the rest of the people. “Miss him.”

“I know,” Leo said, scratching his scalp. “But he’ll be driving home tomorrow after his game. Early, too, it’s at one ‘o clock.”

“I know,” Finn sighed. “And I can’t wait to have a week with both of you, but- it’s just a week.”

This part of the season was always the most difficult. Time spent with Logan was finite and few and far between. They missed him constantly, like a bruise, and trying to fit everything in was impossible. They’d gotten better at not doing that after it made Leo have an anxiety-fused meltdown trying to make all of Logan’s favorite foods during the last All Star break. Now, they mostly enjoyed being in each other’s presence wherever they were: going out to dinner, going for a walk, helping Leo in the kitchen, even cleaning their apartment. But it still didn’t make them hold Logan any less tight when they bid him goodbye.

Leo saw right through him. He kissed the side of Finn’s head. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Finn lifted his head. Leo’s eyes were soft, his hand gentle as he cupped Finn’s cheek. Finn kissed his engagement ring. “I love you.”

Leo smiled and nudged their noses together. “I love you.” He kissed Finn lightly. “How about this? Tomorrow, we get up and go for a run, then stop by the bakery on the way back and the indoor farmer’s market at the church. I’ll make some nice BLTs and potato wedges for lunch while we watch Logan play, then we sit and cuddle and read until he gets home.”

Finn smiled. “Yeah, okay.” He pressed their temples together. “And tonight?”

Leo’s grin was sly. “We’ll finish here, then you’ll take me to bed. Then tomorrow you take us both to bed.”

Finn laughed softly. “I love that.” He kissed Leo again. “Thank you.”

Leo nodded, then turned back towards the band. “You’re forever for us, sweetheart. After all this hockey is done, we’ll still want you.”

Finn nodded and pressed his lips to Leo’s neck. “Yeah. Yeah, I like forever.”

Leo snorted. “You love forever.” He wiggled further into Finn’s arms. “Now hold me close, O’Hara, the band’s not done.”

Finn squeezed him tighter, settling into Leo’s body as the band wrapped up another song. There was light applause, then the lead singer was smiling at them from the small, raised stage.

“This next one’s a cover,” they said. “An oldie, but a goodie. It’s, in my opinion, one of the most romantic songs to have ever been written, and we love playing it for folks.”

The percussionist picked up a couple shaker eggs, and the keyboardist and bassist a couple violins. Finn raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

“Alright, here we go.”

When the first notes played, Finn gasped out a laugh.

Leo patted his thigh. “What?”

“Nothing,” Finn said with a smile, voice a little tight. Leo turned to look at him fully, eyebrows furrowed. Finn shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just- Lo and I were reading together, this summer, when you were calling your parents to tell them we were engaged.” He bit his lip at the memory. “We were listening to the John Denver vinyl, and this song came on. Lo said it always reminded him of you.”

Leo smiled. “Yeah? Annie’s Song?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. He said this one, and the other one. About the sun.”

“Sunshine On My Shoulders.”

“Yes, that one.” Finn took a shaky breath. “And he said he wants to dance to them with you at our wedding.”

Leo’s smile was so wide both dimples appeared. “He does?”

Finn used a finger to turn Leo to face him more directly. His eyes were watering. “Mm hm.”

“And what’d you say?”

Finn kissed him. “I said that if he gets two first dances with you, then I get two with each of you, too. Then we get two to dance all together.”

Leo laughed. “People are going to get sick of watching us.”

“I don’t care,” Finn said. “They don’t even have to be there.”

“My mama would be so mad.”

“Well, she can come and watch if she wants, but when you two are dancing, I won’t be a good conversationalist.” He nosed at Leo’s neck. “I’ll be too busy watching my husbands.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Your husbands.”

“My husbands.”

“All yours.”

“All mine.”

Leo gripped his hair to draw him into a deep kiss, too needy for a public setting. When he pulled back, his face was flushed and his voice a little high. “Take me home. Please, Finn.”

Finn sighed happily. The sound of the violins carried over the crowd. “After this song,” he whispered. He settled back against the chair and closed his eyes with a smile, tucking Leo’s face into his neck, hand in his curls. “I’m imagining my husbands dancing.”

***

The Cubs

“You want to take them where?”

“To the spa, Layla,” Leo said. “The one Lily gave you vouchers for for your birthday. The really good new one, owned by the lesbian couple?”

“Oh, that place is fantastic.”

Leo and Layla looked over to Thomas, who was contentedly sitting in his ice bath. 

Layla looked amused. “You been, Talky?”

“Have I? Fuck, Kasey, James, and I got our relaxation on with the girls one day. Best day of my life.” He snorted. “And I know Kasey went back with Alex and Natalie. Apparently Alex fell asleep in the massage chair.”

That made Leo and Layla laugh. She turned back to massage out his tight quad. “I can give you the phone number, Nut. You going during Christmas?”

Lep nodded. “Yeah, I said I wanted to take them out on a date when Logan’s home for a couple days. Figured this would be relaxing.” He shrugged. “Plus, I figured it’d be a bit… safer for us, you know? They’ve got a three or more persons relationship package.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think Finn can sit still that long?”

“If he’s in a comfy chair, sure. He loves a good chair.”

Thomas snorted. “I swear, he’s an old man. When he reads he slides his glasses down his nose.”

Leo smiled. “I know. He’ll be such a sexy old man.”

“And that’s enough for today, I think,” Layla said, looking at him pointedly. “Up you get, go shower. I’ll text you the number.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Leo said brightly. “I’ll bake you a pie as a thank you.”

“Pecan, please!” she called out after him.

“You got it!”

***

Logan looked confusedly at the building in front of them. “You are taking us…”

“...to a spa?” Finn finished. “What for?”

Leo smiled. “You’ll see.”

“This better be worth leaving our bed,” Logan grumbled.

Leo took his hand and kissed his cheek. “Promise, honey. It’s to get you to relax.”

Logan cocked an eyebrow. “You already know how to get me relaxed.”

“Tremblay,” Finn scolded gently. “Public indecency is not how I want to go to jail!”

Leo left them to their quiet bickering and approached the desk attendant. She had brown hair that faded into purple waves at the ends and a pronoun pin that said Izzy she/her on it. “Hi, ma’am. Reservation for three people at 2 o’clock for Leo Knut?”

She smiled back. “Hi there, Leo. You can follow me!”

They were led back to a changing room, where they were instructed to dress themselves in the robes folded on the benches. The room smelled like eucalyptus. 

Finn looked around at the space. “Wowzers. This place is nice.” He looked up at the wall, where there were various Pride flags hung up, as there were all over the building. “Cute.”

“How’d you find it, Le?” Logan asked.

Leo reached down to play with his fingers, poking out of the robe sleeves. It was a little big on him. “Layla. She gave me the number. We got a package.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Like a couple’s package?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, but they do relationship packages for more than two people.” He blushed a little, biting his cheek. “I know we want to spend as much time together as possible, but I thought it’d be relaxing. We don’t always get to do this stuff, you know? At least not like other people.” He shrugged, ducking down a little. “I thought it’d be romantic.”

Logan smiled brightly at him, looping his arms around Leo’s waist and falling onto his chest with a sigh. “It is romantic, soleil.” He stood on his toes to kiss Leo gently. “You’re just so…”

“Sweet?” Finn supplied.

“Oui. The sweetest.” He bit Leo’s jaw. “Like candy.”

Finn made an eager little sound and pressed a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. “Does that mean we get to eat you, sunshine? Because I’m so game for that.”

Leo shook his head, but was grinning. “Later. First it’s massage time.”

Three people knocked on the door and led them to three massage tables, lined up side by side. Leo’s masseuse, Leanna, instructed him to take his robe off and lay down with a towel around his hips. He did as told, and sighed deeply when she began rubbing lotion on him and working on his upper back.

“Jesus Christ,” a voice came. It was Logan’s masseuse, Iris. “I’m going to break my hands, you’ve got so many knots. What is it you said you did again?”

“Professional hockey players,” Finn replied. He sounded halfway asleep. “He also frequently gets into fights.”

“Fish.”

Iris sighed. “That’ll do it.” Leo laughed as he heard their knuckles crack. “Let’s get to work then, Logan. I’m going to have you so unwound, it’ll be like magic.”

***

About an hour later, when they were declared done, Logan and Leo sat up, Logan rolling his shoulders and neck. Their masseuses turned away politely to let them put their robes back on, then Logan let out a satisfied groan. He looked at Iris with wide eyes. “Merde. You really did work magic.”

Iris smiled. “You gave me a run for my money. My elbow could only dig so far into those big muscles of yours.”

A knock on the door interrupted their laughter, and Izzy poked her head in. “We all good here? The next room is ready for you.”

“Hi, baby,” Iris said. “We’re all done.” They jerked their head at Logan. “This one had knots the size of a baseball.”

Izzy winced. “Yikes. Leanna, Felicity, any trouble?”

Felicity shook her head. “No.” She looked to Finn. “But I think he’s asleep.”

Indeed, Finn had fallen asleep. His breathing was even, and there were soft snores coming from where his face was poking through the head rest.

They all laughed softly, and Logan hopped off his bed to crouch beside Finn. “Rouge,” he whispered. “Rouge, wake up. Gotta get dressed.” When Finn still didn’t stir he kissed his back. “Finn.”

Finn jerked awake at his name, almost letting the towel slide down. Leo acted quickly and held it for him. “No nudity here, O’Hara.”

The masseuses laughed, and Finn pushed up onto his elbows in surprise. He blinked hard. “Oh man.” He tilted his head up to look at Logan, who gazed at him adoringly. “I took a nap.”

“That you did,” Felicity said with a grin. She clapped her hands. “Robe on, let’s go. You get face masks next.”

***

“You boys want anything to drink?” Isaiah, one of their estheticians, said. He was mixing Leo’s face mask. The other esthetician, Marcy, was washing up from doing Finn’s. “We got iced tea, fruity iced tea, lemonade, green juice.”

Leo looked to Logan, who was relaxed against his chair, a ridiculous blue mask on his face and cucumbers on his eyes. Finn’s brown eyes were peeking out from his white mask, his own cucumber slices in his hand as he considered.

“You have sweet tea?” Leo asked.

Isaiah smiled and nodded “I thought I detected a southern accent. Where are you from?”

“New Orleans, sir.”

“Savannah.”

Leo laughed. “I’m in good company, then.”

Isaiah winked and turned to Finn. “Anything for you?”

Finn nodded. “Unsweetened iced tea with lemon for me, thanks.” He jerked his head at Logan. “He’ll take the sweetest drink you got in your largest glass, please.”

“Ouais, s'il vous plaît,” Logan sighed happily.

Marcy laughed. “I’ll go grab them for you. You finish with Leo, Isaiah, I’ll be right back.”

She slipped out the door, then Isaiah turned to Leo. “Alright, let’s get to work.” He peered at Leo’s face. “I can’t believe how good your skin already is.”

Leo blushed. He thought about his acne scars on his cheek and jaw. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Isaiah said. “You moisturize really well, which is the most important thing.” He brushed his fingers on Leo’s jaw. “I know you’ve got blemishes here, but considering you spend your days with a mask over your sweaty face, your skin is fantastic. Your scars don’t seem irritated- they should heal, and your pores are still pretty clear.” He raised his eyebrows at Logan. “Unlike Mr. Blackheads over there.”

That made Leo laugh. “I’m working on it. They were both frat boys; skin care isn’t their forte.”

Isaiah looked amused. “Frat boys? Didn’t know they came in the polyamorous variety.”

Leo shrugged. “Me neither.” He roved his eyes over Finn and Logan’s bodies. “Got lucky I guess.”

Isaiah smiled. “Alright, loverboy. Close your eyes.”

The mask was cool against his face as Isaiah applied it in smooth strokes with his plastic spatula. It relaxed him against the seat, along with the cool air and the soft music of the room. If he listened close enough, he could hear Logan and Finn breathing beside him.

A knock sounded at the door, then Marcy walked in carrying a tray. “Order up.”

Leo watched amusedly as Logan straightened and held out his hand when Marcy instructed him to. His drink was indeed in a tall glass and looked like a sunset, yellow liquid fading into orange, then pink. There were bits of fruit floating in it. He took a sip, nodding approvingly. “Ouais,” he sighed. He then relaxed back into the chair, cucumber eyes and all, straw resting in his mouth. “Ouais. Merci.”

They all laughed, Finn and Leo saying a polite thanks when they were given their tea. Leo took a sip, letting the thick, sugary taste settle over his tongue before leaning back to let Isaiah place cucumbers over his eyes.

“Twenty for the mask and the cukes, okay? We’ll leave you for a bit.”

“Thank you,” Leo said, then the click of the door left them just with each other.

They laid in silence for a while, each basking in the relaxation. Every now and then Logan would let out a happy little sound as he sipped his tea. After a few minutes, Leo felt Finn’s long, dexterous fingers take his own. 

“Thanks for taking us, Le, baby,” he said softly with a squeeze to Leo’s hand. “You’re so sweet.”

Leo squeezed back. “Thanks for going along with it.” He fiddled with Finn’s fingers some more. “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not.”

“Non,” Logan sighed. “I love it.”

Finn scoffed. “Of course you would, you absolutely pampered baby. You get massages at home, too!”

Leo could imagine Logan’s smirk. “Ouais. I bat my eyelashes and you give me anything I want.”

Finn scoffed again, but didn’t protest. 

Leo tugged at him gently. “I love you, sweethearts.”

“Je t’aime.”

“Love you, lovers.” There was the thud of Finn’s head falling against his seat. “You know, this skincare thing isn’t so bad. Might have to do face mask date nights at home.”

That got a laugh out of Leo. “Whatever you want, honey.”

They were interrupted by another knock on the door and it creaking open. “We all set here, boys?”

“Come in!” Leo called. 

Two pairs of footsteps sounded, then some running water. There was a deep sigh from Isaiah. “Alright, Mr. Blackheads. Let’s see how we did.”

Leo took the cucumbers off his eyes to watch Marcy and Isaiah wash off his boys’ masks and apply some moisturizer, Isaiah with a pointed look at Logan and some containers.

“A sample of the mask and the cream,” he said. “My parting gift to you.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “Merci.”

Finally, Marcy washed off Leo’s own mask and applied some moisturizer, peering at his skin. “You want a sample of the mask, too? I think it’ll help the scarring reduce quicker, especially since you’ve already taken such good care of your skin.”

Leo nodded and accepted the small container with a blush. “Thank you.”

Finn leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Pretty baby.” He flopped dramatically against his chair. “I don’t wanna leave.” He pouted. “Can we come back?”

Marcy laughed. “We’ll happily let you blow your NHL salary on us.” She walked towards the door. “You can change into your clothes and then pay at reception on the way out!”

They thanked them both, then went to the changing room to put their clothes on. Finn took one look at them and whistled lowly. “You two are glowing. Got my own shiny Greek god statues.” 

Leo looked down at himself. He supposed the massage lotion had made him pretty shiny. When he caught Finn's eye again, he was staring. “Harz,” Leo laughed.

“Mm?” Finn was not really paying attention.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

“But I don't want to look at your eyes.”

Logan laughed, shucking off his robe completely. “Rouge. Time to change.”

When Finn turned to Logan, he raised his eyebrows higher. He focused in on Logan's pecs. “Would you be open to public indecency?”

Leo scoffed. “No way. I'm not sweating or washing all this moisturizer off. Gotta let it sit on the skin for a bit.”

Finn groaned, reaching for his shirt. “But how long?”

“Probably a good few hours, honey.”

That did not seem to help the situation. “No,” Finn whined. “I did not sign up for this. Peanut.”

Leo laughed as he pulled his jeans up, leaning to press a lingering kiss to the side of Finn's head. “You'll be okay, sweetheart. Just until, like, ten o'clock tonight, okay?”

Finn bonked his head against Leo's shoulder. “I'm setting an alarm,” he grunted  “You can't get out of Christmas break sex.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, mon coeur “ Logan said with a brief kiss to Finn's cheek. “D'accord, let's go. Want to go to the Sunstone for dinner?”

“Hey, this is my date I'm taking you on,” Leo pouted.

Logan looked over his shoulder with a smirk as he opened the door. “I didn't say I would be paying. Allez.”

They walked out to the reception desk, Leo pulling out his credit card. Izzy smiled at him and she pulled his charge up on the computer. “Did you have fun?”

Leo nodded. “Absolutely. Y'all might have tricked them into skincare.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that tends to be a theme with most men.” She took his card and swiped it, handing it back with a flourish. “You're all set!”

“Thank you,” Leo said, placing some bills on the counter. “Seriously, it was really good. I'll leave these for you guys.”

Izzy smiled. “You're a real gentleman, Mr. Knut.”

He smiled back. “It's my southern disposition. Now,” he sighed, turning back to Logan and Finn, who were thumb wrestling. “I think my two knuckleheads are hungry.”

“Have a good night, boys!”

“Thank you!” Logan and Finn called back, jostling each other on the way to the car, attempting to continue thumb wrestling while they walked. A particularly hard movement from Logan sent Finn slipping on the ice. 

“Woah!”

Leo caught him around the waist and hauled him to the passenger side. “Jesus, you two are walking hazards wherever you go.”

“Hey, that's not me. That's my loser brother.”

Leo just kissed him briefly. “In the car, please. I'm hungry for steak.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, opening the back door on Finn's side. He took Leo's hand. “Merci, soleil. I had a lot of fun.”

Logan's smile was so lovely that Leo had to kiss him, too. “I really love you.” He looked between them. “I love to date you, too.”

Finn's gaze was soft. “Good,” he whispered. “I think I want to date you a long time.”

Leo bit his lip around his own smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Finn looked to Logan. “How's that sound, Lo, baby?”

Logan fell against Leo's chest, arms around his waist. “C'est bien.” He sighed, nuzzling into Leo's jacket. “C'est bien.”

Leo kissed his head. “Let's go, sweethearts.” He walked around the car to climb in the driver's side. “Dinner awaits us.”

“Make sure you eat up,” Finn said. Leo saw his smirk out of the corner of his eye as he backed the car up. “You'll need lots of energy starting at ten o'clock. Perfect end to a date, in my opinion. Perfect end to a day.”

Leo caught Logan's eye in the rearview mirror. Logan was looking back, eyes soft and lovingly exasperated in the way Finn could only make him.

 “Yeah,” Leo said, smiling. “Perfect end to a day.”

[copperbadge]

Considering this morning that it might be time to cull my water bottle stash.

[ID: My kitchen table, with a window behind it, covered in water bottles. There are two collapsible bottles in front, four small bottles, and seven larger water bottles of varying kinds. Overall it includes several promotional branded water bottles, some with stickers covering the brands, two Nalgene bottles, a Yeti, and one with the McDonalds logo on it I got from a giveaway, incongruously, in Chinatown.]

[scholarastrid]

Finally finished the Christmas presents I’ve made for my partner and his family. Recreated favorite F1 tracks using paint markers on canvas. I’m pleased with how crisp the outlines came out considering I was tracing using paper with holes punched in them to outline the track.

[etapereine]

[garciapimienta]

LET LAMINE SCORE

[vvitchering]

Why are we (Gale enjoyers) not talking about the fact that during the Shadows of Athkalta one shot the voice cast did, a priestess casts a disguise on Gale so he and Wyll can escape some evil wizards and the disguise turns him into a handsome “Geralt of Rivia” esque tiefling

HELLO?????

[degi-nest]

BMW

[akkivee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVOURITE BUNNY BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

[goldenstorm0]

good thing of the day: Parents came back from a weekend trip for a wedding. Apparently there was a rave?

So imagine two 50+ Mormon parents in a moshpit. With a ton of people 20 to 60 years old.

I'm a little sad I wasn't invited but I'm having fun with the photos

[koenigami]

Beeeee what are the plans for pookies birthday today :333

rosie my looooove thank you for asking hehe<3

okay okay okay hear me out. a surprise party. bad decisions have been made bc i've asked the msby team for help aka hinata, tsumu and omi (atsumu creates a group chat and calls it "3 angels for bee")

chaos ensues when I send atsumu and omi for snacks and drinks. the cake we ordered somehow doesn’t get delivered. and hinata accidentally spoils our surprise (he's bad at keeping secrets) and begs bokuto to act surprised on his birthday sobs.

basically every single thing that could go wrong, WENT WRONG. we all nearly give up but then akaashi appears with a few cakes that just need to be decorated, and somehow there is a light at the end of the tunnel (akaashi what would we do without you)

fast forward, despite being fully aware of his surprise party, kou baby is so moved when he sees all his friends jump out of their hiding spots and yell "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"!! like, he nearly cries:((

(the cakes for reference)