#I overindulge I suppose another friend pointed it out to me before too haha but fjfjjt its just easier than facing bouts of dread by myself

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Could I request something for Lau? (I saw another anon bring him up and it reminded me that I love him so) Anything is fine, really. But just off the top of my head, maybe he is higher than usual and the reader has to take care of him or something and it Leads to a confession from Lau/the reader? Anyway I really like your blog and I absoluetly love how you provide content for some of the more underrated babs (like Peter/s4 etc.) keep up the good work!!

GOD I just love Lau so much!!!

thank you so much, you’re very sweet!!! it seems like often the underrated babes are the ones who I see and go “YES HELLO THIS IS MINE NOW” so I’m only too happy that I get to write them more!!

thank you for requesting, this blog wouldn’t be possible without you guys!!!

Sometimes you think that everything you say to LAU goes in one ear and out the other.

When you get a quiet call from Ran Mao, who says that Lau is a bit too high and is asking for you, two days after you urged him not to overindulge, you’re certain that everything you say to him goes in one ear and out the other.

Walking into the den, you thank your friend for giving you a ring as one of the others takes your bag. You’ve seen Lau high before, but he’s never been quite as out of it as you see him once you close the door behind you.

He’s draped over the sofa, breathing rather slowly; eyes closed with his head pointed toward the ceiling. There’s a dizzy smile on his face that makes you feel as though his head is somewhere else entirely. He looks very relaxed ― toorelaxed. Though the sight worries you a little, you try to keep yourself from getting too anxious. If this were really serious enough to threaten his health, surely Ran Mao would have told you that you needed to take him to hospital, right?

“Lau,” you call as you walk over toward him. “Ran Mao said you wanted to see me.”

He doesn’t seem to have any reaction for a moment, then he hums softly and opens his eyes. That look he gives you is heavy-lidded and syrupy and accompanied by a deep easygoing laugh. “Ohhhh. Hello, beautiful. Yesssss… yes, I wanted to see you. How did you know?”

You sigh and sit down on the couch, moving his legs into your lap. What you have to do is look after your friend. What you don’t have to do is sit on the floor. “Again, Ran Mao rung me and asked me to come over.”

“Ohhhhh.” He lolls his head back again. When he breathes, his chest rises andfalls in an agonizingly drawn-out manner. “Haha. I’m sorry. I’m just…”

“High as a bloody kite?” Your hand pats gently against his leg. Even when he’s being infuriating, you still care about him. Just because he’s made a mistake doesn’t mean you’re going to ignore him. It’s like someone drinking a bit too much. You’re not sure if opium will give him anything resembling a hangover, but if it doesn’t, it should. “I noticed.”

He laughs again, sounding more like a schoolboy’s giggle this time. “Shì, I overdid it. But on the bright side, I feel very, very wonderful right now.” Things are still for a minute before he reaches out his hand toward you. “Here, here. Squeeze my fingers as hard as you can. It won’t hurt at all! I won’t even feel it.”

“I’m not going to do that,” you reply firmly. Though, you do take his hand if only to prevent him from hurting himself by accident. “So, you’re very calm right now, then? Do you feel like you’re breathing fine? Is your head fuzzy?”

“Yesssss, it’s great.” He’s eager to wrap his fingers around yours, it seems. “Fuzzy in the head is what you want. That means it’s working.”

“Really? Because Ran Mao is convinced that it’s not very good for you, andfrankly so am I. Should I ring a doctor?”

A scoff is what you get in return. “Yīshēng jiāng bù zhīdào gāi zěnme bànnnnnn. Tèbié shì yīngyǔ yīshēng!” Despite that you know a few words in Chinese thanks to him, you don’t speak it fluently, so you have little idea of what he’s saying. Your best guess is that he’s complaining about doctors. “I don’t need a doctor. I just need you.” His leg bounces slightly on top of your lap. “Annnnd maybe a massage? Nǐ de shǒu huì gǎnjué hěn hǎo…”

You can’t help it; you smile. He’s handsome normally, and when he’s like this, it’s… kind of cute. As much as you worry about him and this habit of his, you have to admit that you don’t mind taking care of him. “A massage, huh?” Your hand finds its way into his hair, fingernails scratching lightly against his scalp. “Should I start here?”

“Wellllllll… I was thinking a little lower…” He shoots you a lazy grin. “― But that feels great, so I won’t complain for you starting there… mmh…”

Your eyebrow arches upward. “Lower? Why, I’m sure I have no idea what you’re implying.”

“Ó, bié yòng nà zhǒng yǔqì!” He shakes his head. Amusement along with something else is practically etched onto his features. “You’re so stern. Like, aaaah, like a schoolteacher. Except much sexier.”

If you weren’t already raising an eyebrow, you would be at that remark. Did he really just call you sexy? You continue running your hand through his hair. “Oh,my. Do you find me attractive, Lau?”

That smile of his says it all. “I think I would be very stupid indeed if I didn’t. Wǒde huā, have you looked in a mirror lately?”

You can feel your face heating up, a blush creeping up into your cheeks. “… Have you?”

“Uh??” He looks as if he’s a child who’s just been told he can have dessert before dinner. “Hehehe… ohhhh, my turn to play coy. What in the world are you talking about?”

“Hmph.” Your hand moves down to trace your fingers over his jawline. “Well, if you looked in the mirror, you would see that you’re a very handsome man.”

He stops your hand with his, bringing your fingers up to press them against his lips. “Too charming. Too… too charming. Maybe after I come down from this, you and I could go to dinner…”

You can’t stop yourself from smirking. “You mean we could show up at Ciel’s manor just in time to eat his food and drink his wine?”

“Ah!” His other hand sweeps in a lazy arc before clutching against his chest as if you’ve just shot him in the heart with Cupid’s arrow. “I’m in love! Dinner at Ciel’s tomorrow it is. For now, I suppose we will have to settle for a very unrefined, very uncoordinated kiss. I’ve been thinking about it for quite some time, you knowwwww.”

“Have you?” You don’t want to admit it while he’s high and may not remember, but you might end up doing so anyway. The same thing is something you’ve thought about before; kissing Lau, running your hands over his body… starting a relationship with him. Much as he talks about you being charming, he’s managed to charm you very easily. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it too.”

He tugs lightly at your hand to pull you down toward him. “Sooooo… are we going to do it, then? Since we both feel the same way… and we’re very alone here…”

You giggle and allow him to draw you in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to his lips. When you find that he tastes like opium smoke, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“This could be the beginning of something beautiful,” you mumble against his lips as you come up for air.

“Wǒmen de ài jiàng shì yǒushǐ yǐlái zuì měilì de shìwù,” he hums in reply.

And you have no idea what exactly he’s said, but that fact matters much less than going in for another kiss.