#goodbuy

[farademetre]

InvestTalk Call of the Week: Is INTC - Intel Corp. a Good Buy? #shorts

In this collection episode, Steve Peasley and Justin Klein answer a variety of banking and investment issues from callers all throughout the country and around the world.

[tumbl4christ]

#goodbuy #buynothing #buy #happy #blackfriday https://www.instagram.com/p/ClZrOCgvVmv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theimprobableone42]

Goodbye Leggy Blonde

[blogthefiresidechats]

Another haul....

Well, I got to go to the local book store today and I found some books to add to my ever growling TBR list, some I was expecting while others where a surprise. I did end up buying a couple of things for my hubby while I was there. That’ll be a nice surprise for him when he gets home from work later this afternoon. Now, I ordered two more books online because I was unable to find them at my local…

[selodka-pod-shuboy]

Today (16.01.24), marks the day I say goodbye to this big boy. Every art or animatic I have done so far wouldn't be possible without him. He went through absolute crazy years with me, and survived sleepless manic drawing nights. He is my firs tablet Xp-pen Artist 15.6 and I will never forget him.

Sad to see him go, but I'd like to think of this as of new beninging. Hope hi brings happiness to his next owner, and that whatever art will be produced with his help will be great and beautiful, and suit him. Goodbye baby

[mynameisbillandimaheadcase]

I really like my new prp but idk

[autoselfcare]

2006 toyota mark xUS$1,175 https://www.tc-v.com/route/cardetail/?src=tcv_sharebutton_10&id=31474786&mk=Toyota&ml=Mark X #autoselfcare #goodbuys #goodusedcars #buygoodusedcars #cheapusedcarsforsale https://www.instagram.com/p/CjSIZU0jlVU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rhinozzryan]

@sheep311

English int. goodbye, good-bye, goodby, good-by 'a phrase used to express good wishes when parting at the end of a conversation' (also in derived n. 'an instance of saying goodbye'; from the 1600s in goodby and 1700s in goodbye) is from a shortening of earlier Early Modern English int. goodbuy, goodbuy'ye, goodb'w'y(e 'id.' (forms in -buy of later secondhand association with English v. buy 'to purchase, obtain by exchange; to redeem, accept', of heavy influence to the pronunciation of the second syllable), from the forms in Early Middle English int. godb'y(e, godbuy, godbuy'ye, godb'w'y(e, godbwy(e 'id.' (forms in -buy show association with buy, as above; the change from god- to good- is by secondary association with English int. good day 'an expression of general good wishes', good night, goodnight 'a customary expression of parting in the evenings or before going to bed', etc.), colloquial shortening of Early Modern English int. god be with you, plur. god be with ye 'id.' (as a parting phrase, from the late 15th century; the -ye in some forms above probably shows a merger of the plural and a colloquial form of the singular; shortening of with can be seen in early form god be wy you; many early forms used abbreviatory apostrophes).

TL;DR: goodbye is a shortening, with influence from buy and phrases like good day, of the parting expression god be with you.

[lostysworld]

Sedated – Henry Winter x original male character

Pairing: Henry Winter x original male character (Elliot Wood)

Warnings: none

Author's note: I've made something...I don't know. I just love Henry and want him alive.

Elliot visits Henry at his apartments, while Winter has his migraine

There is no other sound in Henry's apartment but deafening silence, so tense that Richard feels physically uncomfortable. This place always feels strange for him, but today is somehow special. The ticking of the clock in the living room, which he had never noticed before, is getting on his nerves.

Richard is awkward. Despite being as close as it possible to Henry, during his next migraine attack Peipen is afraid to move, although Henry has made it clear that he has nothing against his presence in the apartment.

If it was that simple, and Henry didn’t get worse every next time. Once again, he pushes Richard out of the bedroom after his another attempts to help him, muttering that he does not shoo him out of the apartment in this rain.

When Elliot's curly mop of hair appears in the doorway, Richard feels relieved. They don’t know each other well, but this guy from applied philology class is the only person who’s found some sort of special approach to unsociable Henry.

Richard waves him goodbuy one last time, silently wishing good luck, and disappears in a upcoming thunderstorm behind the door.

Elliot exhales, like before diving into the water, and steps into Henry’s bedroom. He tried to prepare himself for a moment of intimacy, whatever that means, but wasn't ready, that it would happen so soon.

The dark curtains are tightly closed as can be expected; in the semi-gloom through palpable air of the room, he distinguishes the silhouette of Winter’s bed. It smells like some kind of medication and loneliness. Elliot, barely grinning at his own thoughts, steps closer.

The fact, that Henry doesn't push him out, gives him confidence, and Elliot comes up to the bed and sits on the edge of it. Doubts that Winter was aware of his presence would never have appeared. He knows, that during his seizures Henry never sleeps.

– Your arrogance knows no bounds.

Elliot restrains himself not to flinch from a hoarse low voice. The voice, that he hasn't heard for more than two weeks.

– Richard is worried, - Henry winces a little. Is it because every spoken word stubs his temples like a sharp needle, or because the two of them dancing around him like he’s on his deathbed ? – He called me.

– I am the last thing Richard needs to worry about.

– That’s why I’m here and not him.

Winter glances at him from under his palm, that covers his sensitive eyes. Elliot is almost surprised at the honor he’s been given. Henry just sighs tiredly and lays his hands down. Any touch hurts him, and blackout curtains don’t seem to help him enough.

Henry really doesn’t understand what Elliot’s doing here. "Here" – is not in his room. "Here" – means next to him. Winter keeps strangers away from himself, so he still wonders how he managed to miss this one.

He doesn’t know what to do with this guy. For several months the only thing, that Elliot has been doing is watching. He caught seemingly absent-minded glances in the library, though he knew that he remembered every detail in Henry. Winter does not usually go to the university library, preferring to buy the books he needs.

He himself did not notice the strangeness until Charles noticed the book in Henry’s apartment, which Henry was supposed to read at the beginning of their studying. Henry didn’t answer him, and for the rest of the evening, he tried to remember why he had taken it in the library and why he went there in the first place.

Hampden's library is a common place for all students here, and while nobody comes up to the greek class, when they're here, Henry learns, that Elliot, in his turn, has his own little spot there. Not that others didn't try to assign it to themselves, but after a couple of sullen glances from Wood and they forget about it.

Henry is convinced that Elliot notices every little thing in him. He is sure until he starts noticing the little things about Elliot.

Elliot draws. Between the pages of his textbooks are dozens of drawings of the campus and Henry. Winter is convinced that some of the drawings are there to divert attention from his portraits.

Elliot smells like overripe cherries and tobacco. Good one. Elliot doesn’t smoke, but his father often gets cigars as a gift. His mom grows a backyard garden, and protects it from her son’s attacks on its fruit trees. Henry doesn't know yet, but Elliott's fingers look so fucking good with dark cherry juice on them.

Only once Henry listened to Bunny, when he was chatting with twins, blabbing them everyone's secrets. That was the time, when Winter learned from him, that Elliot was afraid of cars. He abandons the only thought of even sitting in the car. Though, Henry didn't learn why was that.

Henry Winter and Elliot Wood are completely different. The first one of them lost his connection with the family, the second one has family dinners on Wednesdays at seven. Henry may not work a day for the rest of his life, and Elliot is teaching students on weekends to move out of his parents' house after college.

Elliot knows that he will still show up at their house more often than at his own apartment. Wood doesn't know yet that he won't do it alone.

Now in the semidarkness of the bedroom, the guy, carefully but confidently, is moving closer and reaching for Henry. Fingers are easily, as if playing, tracing out his forehead, passing through the temples, going down to the cheekbones. Henry is suffocated by this ineffable arbitrariness, but remains silent, listening to his own sensations. It strangely comforts him, though he will never confess it even to himself.

Elliot puts a little pressure on the area below the temple, where the pain should pass to cheekbones. Gently massages, adding the other hand to the opposite side.

He is suddenly stopped by Henry’s faint, painful groan, Elliot's fingers, shaking a little, halt, breaking contact with skin. Wood is ready to apologize and take his hands off, when his wrist is brutally grabbed.

– No. It's getting better.

Wood nods silently, though Henry does not see this gesture through his closed eyes. Silence envelops the two in the room, that it's not so tense for Elliot anymore.

– What's on your mind?

Seems, that Henry does feel better, if he descends to talk to Wood. From surprise, that Henry does this, the guy’s voice sinks to a whisper.

– Why do you think- ? – Winter’s mocking gaze glides over his face and he stumbles on half a word. Elliott's cheeks rapidly become of a light shade of pink, that is not seen in this light. – Nothing.

– They say, lying – is the greatest human vice.

– I’m surprised you know something about human vices.

An one-sided grin touches Henry’s lips and Elliot can’t help but mirror the gesture. Until he becomes that cold, frowning, withdrawing to himself Henry again, Wood reaches for him again, hastily but cautiously, and touches his dark tangled hair. Not to ease Henry's headache. Just for himself.

Winter shrugs. If he had not been lying without any ability and desire to move, he would surely have woken up.

In the dim light of the room, Elliot’s strangely shining eyes attract his attention. A strand of grey, cloudy light, passing through the loosely closed curtains, brushes his face whimsically.

– I know more about vices than anyone, Elliot, -

the boy smiles, silly and shy. – Did I say something funny?

He only shrugs his shoulders, bowing his head to his shoulder.

– You called me by my name. For the first time.

Henry forgets about someone else’s hand in his hair. He also forgets about a migraine that tore his head apart an hour ago.

– You are strange.

– Why?

Because. Can’t Wood understand this by himself? It’s obvious to Henry.

There’s Henry Winter. Unsociable, obsessed with Greek and the sanctity of his own personal space. But it’s been thirty minutes, and he hasn’t quoted a single Greek philosopher, he didn't even remembered about one. A stranger, who's sitting in his bedroom on the edge of his bed...he decided not to mention it.

There’s Elliot Wood. Honestly, Henry doesn’t know much about him. He just heard something from Bunny, but decided to ignore it. Elliot is mostly silent. Silent and looks at Henry. It can even be written into Elliot's "special skills" box.

Henry is trying not to be wrong about Elliot. Those people, who are used to watching the others like he does, are scary ones. And according to Richard, that’s Elliot’s normal behavior.

Elliot Wood is the best in his class. He has so many words and their historical variations in his head, necessary and useless facts, that he would compete with Francis. For some reason, Henry thinks they'd get along with each other.

– So why?

It was as if Winter was swimming out of his own thoughts, wondering why he let himself his guard down. Elliot's long fingers are still massaging Henry's temples on the side where it’s always been more painful. Seems Elliot feels it intuitively.

Henry slowly grabs the boy's hand without intertwining his fingers, but simply holding his palm.

– You are here.

Wood shrugs his shoulders. This gesture of his will soon be Winter’s favorite one.

– I suppose, I am, - rain is drumming on the windows. The distant echoes of impending thunder are heard. – If between you and the linguistic text analysis I chose you.

It's the first time, when Elliot has noticed that he and Henry are holding hands. He looks down at his own palm in other's one, slowly turns it over. Gently, as if Winter is made of fine porcelain, he swipes his thumb down the young man's wrist, where the veins run like blue rivers through Henry’s pale, thin skin.

Wood wraps his fingers around Henry's wrist, brings it to his lips until his unwitting companion seems to hold his breath from such actions. The soft touch of dry lips on the skin makes Henry gasp. For the first time in his life, his head is deliciously empty.

– If you could see the way they look at you, Henry.

Quiet, but bold whisper. The voice with a slight hoarseness. Winter thinks, he is lost in the senses, not minding the words much.

– You study the Ancient Greek philosophers, but you are the true god they worship.

Henry doesn't need to specify who Elliot means. He knows very well what impression he makes and what motives lie behind his every word and action.

There’s a strange pride in Henry of this boy opposite himself. It took him a few moments and a little effort to notice this, while some of their five students are still wandering in the mist.

– And you?

Elliot turns his eyes away from another one, dark and boring into his head. Winter changes the position of their hands, he caresses the bone on a thin wrist, brushes circles on the cold skin under the sleeve of Wood's sweater.

It’s so weird. After just 40 minutes in one room, Henry feels like he’s known him for his whole life.

Elliot raises his glance up, does what he used to do. He's looking. This is not Richard’s look, the puppy-dog like, grateful that they have accepted him into the group, not Charles' one, distasteful or indifferent look that he occasionally throws at Winter. Camille’s and Francis’s glances are somehow similar, calm ones, they only see him as a friend. Henry doesn’t want to talk about Bunny's one.

Elliot looks at Henry as if he's a work of art, not as a slave to his master, but with some special expression inside the dark gray eyes. Wood looks at him as an equal. For him, Henry is not the one who can translate Homer all at once, nor the one Elliot would like to see as a role model of a perfect student.

For Elliot Wood, Henry Winter is the one he once snatched out of the crowd and couldn’t get out of his head. And he didn’t want to.

– So do I.

Elliot leans forward, touching Henry’s bridge of the nose with his forehead, exhales tiredly, and closes his eyes. Winter, to his own surprise, doesn't even halt from a sudden contact. Only pits his fingers into Elliot's disheveled curls, pressing him closer.

An hour ago, Henry wanted nothing else, but to feel nothing as long as it possible. If only that crushing pain didn’t come back. But now he wants to feel everything. Because with Elliot his migraine is not felt so bad.

It finally fades into the background, while Wood boldly but purposefully, like a cat, lies down beside Henry's side. Elliot banishes his headache away with chatting in a low voice. Winter doesn’t have to answer, but he does sometimes put in a couple of phrases.

When the evening dark grey sky is cut open by a bright flash of lightning, everything around is strangely frozen. In one bedroom, two of them lay still.

[noelle666]

Pathologic fanfic - A Little Mouse. Part 2

Part 1 is here

Brainrot is still stong with this one. I even bought Pathologic 2 artbook.

Again, some warnings and what you will expect from this writing:

Daniil Dankovsky x fem OC Events soon after Pathologic Bunch of other OCs (because we need scientists) Definitely will be some OOC because I don't really remember Daniil's personality and events of the game related to "Thanatica" but I read the article on Pathologic wiki so... Hope it helps.

Daniil never liked to be a debtor, he started to think how to repay Martha for her hospitality (even though she said she helped him with no selfish intentions, out of pure desire to help a "good person"). Candies? No, too simple, too... vulgar even, and not his style. Theater? You need to know tastes of other person and have at least some knowledge in art otherwise you can fail a lot. Museum? Hm... It can work, a pretty neutral option. But which one? Art? Historical? Natural science? Bachelor overheard somewhere, probably from collegues, a new exposition was opened in the zoological museum recently. Children and adults have and admiration towards animals, birds, insects, even if they are not alive and, well, have no meat and fur on them. "Yes, that'll do", - Bachelor thought to himself. By the end of the working day he met Martha and shared his idea: as expected, the young woman started to humbly reminding him she wants nothing as gratitude but deep inside she wanted to go (she liked museums, who doesn't, but lacked free time to actually go and see different exhibitions), so in the end she said "yes".

At the museum the young woman was studying almost every showpiece with barely concealed childish delight: she looked calm, but sparkles in her eyes and slightly opened lips were sure signs of positive reaction. Dankovsky noticed that, somewhere deep inside his mind he was pleased his plan actually worked. They spent couple hours looking an countless stuffed animals and skeletons, bugs and buterflies pinned to canvas. "I used to collect these as a child. Left the collection with my father", - noted Daniil when Martha were gazing at beetles, elytra of which shined with many different colors. By the end of a little tour, two of them decided to go for a walk through the Capita's streets, and theyr feet somehow led them to Martha's house.

"Would you like a cup of tea? We can also have a little dinner, I have chicken cutlets and rice".

"Seems like we are going to stuck into an eternal loop", - Bachelor faintly chickled.

Martha sighed.

"You don't trust people? Don't believe in altruism?"

"I do believe people can do something to each other simply because they want or like it, but, let's say, I am used to playing it safe, to live in balance with others".

"Then... next time you can bring a cake or biscuits".

"Next time? - Daniil smiled with the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrow, - Martha, I believe your kindness is pure, but it is not rational to trust people so easily".

The girl lowered her gaze as if thinking very carefully in her next step, then replied:

"You are right. I am sorry. Thank you for spending this day with me, it was a pleasure".

She was ready to turn around and go home when Bachelor made a step closer to her, he looked straight at Martha, a look of dark amber eyes was serious but somewhat warm, no condemnation and accusation.

"No, you must forgive me, I may be brusque sometimes. I promise to bring biscuits next time".

Martha blushed, then she smiled softly and nodded. The two of them went up to the apartment and spend couple more hours together having humble dinner and talking. About five o'clock Daniil said goodbuy to his companion and left home. "I hoped to have no new adventures in the nearest future, but it seems I became a magnet for such things. Can't say her presence bothers me much, even though she definitely have a lot of energy covered in modesty and upbringing, she doesn't throw herself at me, even though I can see she has some interest... Oh well, let's see where it will lead me".

Dankovsky was aware he has some degree of attractiveness, he was concidered handsome by the opposite sex, and sometimes they tried to get aquainted with him as close as possible. He had women in his life but none of them ignited a desire for something long-lasting, and mostly they were the initiators of a break up. Bachelor can't say those break ups were painful, he also can't say he even experienced true heart break due to he's never felt what he could call "love": a chemical reaction, a hormone release, a sexual desire, a pair formation, an affection, stability and duration of relationships. Many factors, each of them has its specific level of importance. Some people can be bonded only sexually, some look for building family, some may see each other from time to time and then got separated for a long period of time. Daniil didn't really have a formula for his "ideal" relationships mostly because he had never thought about it, he never felt he wanted to be "bonded" with a woman, at least with those he had before. If he meets the one who he feels comfortable and wants to be with - so be it, if not - so be it too. In any case, he decided to listen to his mind and body's reaction, analyze them and make conclusions based on these data. Right now his being doesn't reject this young blue-eyed woman, but there are no signes of affection either. Will they appear? We'll see. He did kept his promise though, the next week he brought her soft curd biscuits.

Two months have past pretty fast, Daniil and Martha had several meetings: they've been walking at a nearby park, visited bookstore, Bachelor accompanied the young woman to her house. Not all of these meeting ended up again in Martha's apartment (even though Daniil wasn't against being her guest, the girl rethinked her approach). And Dankovsky was listening, listening to his reactions, feelings, thoughts. He for sure got used being next to Martha, still no rejection, some slight positive notes in his mood appeared; sometimes he even caught himself recalling the interior of his companion's apartment. But nothing strong has yet appeared. Maybe it won't appear at all. It is not necessary to have an affair with a person you find yourself comfortable with, you may just be together as friends.

Bachelor was walking through the Thanatika's corridor when he heard familiar voices, he noticed the door of Grachov's cabinet was slightly opened and saw Maxim sitting on the edge of his table and smiling, looking at Martha standing right next to him. Daniil laid low and started listening. Why? He couldn't say, there were no rational reasons for that, but he did it anyway.

"We are going to have a little party this weekend: me, Martynov, some of our friends. Would you like to join us?"

"Thank you, I am not fond of big companies, to be honest..."

"Ah, that's a shame! Bur there is still time, so if you change your decision, please, feel free to tell me, I am always happy to see you here".

Martha left the room. Dankovsky knew very well Grachov was, is and, for sure, will be a huge womanizer, he usually didn't care about it since it always was none of his business and tried to avoid conversations about another "achievement" since they had zero useful information, but... What is it, there, inside Bachelor's chest? A little sting? A sting of what? Something's burning, like a furnace, a wound on heart, but what caused it to hurt? Is it... No, it can't be. Or... The next moment rationalism slipped away from Bachelor, leaving naked emotions in charge; such change of "mode" had happened only several times in his life, mostly in Daniil's youth due to lack of experience, knowledge and uncontrolable swings of mood in a teenager's body.

"Ah, it's you!"

"What are you doing?"

"As usual: analysis of Andrei's data, tons of them. Hm, wait, why are you looking at me like that?"

Dankovsky was piercing Grachov with a gaze so cold it could've turned him into an ice statue.

"Oh, the girl? Well, it's not my fault some of Thanatica's workers are young and pretty. You know me. Besides, there is no rule "no love affair at work".

Daniil crossed his arms on chest, trying to "turn on" his rational part of mind. Or, to be more specific, to "turn on" his whole mind.

"Wait... - Maxim squinted, he came closer to Bachelor and pointed at him, then, after a silent pause, he bursted out laughing, - Oh god, no, no way! I've never thought I would be a witness of something like this. I heard something, some rumors... No way. Our Danechka fell in love!"

Grachov almost sang the last words and continued:

"You look funny: no, of course, I am not going to intervene in this case, I have some standards. Just curious how long will it last, hm? I give three, no, two months recalling what had happened with your latest two sweethearts, if I can call them that way. Sveta, was it? I don't remember her well, she looked like a typical bookworm anyway. And Katerina, oh yes, I introduced you two. Poor thing, I remember her complaining how boring you were with her, especially in bed. Had to fix the situation..."

Daniil didn't let his collegue finish his phrase, he grabbed him but a collar and pressed against the wall almost lifting him above the floor.

"You. Are. A vermin", - Dankovsky hissed like a snake.

"Oh, what a passion! You are not a souless statue, not a golem after all! Ha! Alright, I get it now, jealous man, release me. You are not going to beat me, are you? We all know people of our status are not doing such things. At least, not within these "sacred" walls".

Oh, how much he wanted to punch this smug smiling face, to give Grachov a "break" from conquest of another "skirt". Yes, Daniil remembered Svetlana and Katerina very well. Svetlana, the "bookworm" was an intelligent interlocutor, she knew a lot but had a complex of some sort of a teacher who always corrects others. It was impossible to confront her (not because Bachelor lacked knowledge but because of a pressure she used). In time Svetlana's company turned into a sufficating knot, and they separated. Katerina was a friend of Maxim, they got aquainted soon after founding of Thanatica, a very passionate woman who prefered very decadent, hedonistic even lifestyle. She wasn't really interested in Daniil's personality, instead she merely wanted him: back then he was in a search of a companion who he could've talk with, instead Katerina was barely listening to him and participating in conversations and was more interested in drinking wine, visiting poetry salons (which was a cover of people who did drugs) and having sex (nothing wrong about physical contact, of course, but a person sometimes may want more that satisfaction of animal instincts). They stopped their meeting after less than a month when Katerina's passion almost drained Dankovsky dry, he simply got tired of shallowness.

Bachelor closed his eyes, took a deep breath and released Grachov.

"You are not worthy to make my hands dirty", - Daniil turned around.

"Pf, what a prick", - Maxim said barely audible and the moment after his lungs released a sharp exhalation when a heavy as hammer punch got to his side: he almost folded in half, sparkles were dancing in his eyes. The last thing he could hear was Bachelor's steps heading towards the door.

"You are a mad man!" - Grachov yelled to him.

"A mad man... Yes. What am I doing anyway?"

Dankovsky returned to his cabined, he sat on a couch and covered his face with hands. A fight, here? Well, yes, he didn't like Maxim - he admired his knowledge and talants, but it doesn't mean you have to be friends. Job is job. But he never actually wanted to bring his plan to life (only if the case would be crucial). Why now? Why the view of him and Martha made Bachelor angry? Martha... No, it can't be, there was no strong responce in his mind and feelings recently on her presence. Or... was THAT a responce? Jealousy? Primal desire for possessiveness? "She is not yours, Daniil". Or a fear of loss something he's concidering precious and dear somewhere deep inside he didn't even know himself? He needed to be sure, to add all variables and output the result, to squeeze emotions and feelings into frames of thoughts and data. Bachelor made a decision: if he meets Martha this evening he would ask to accompany her home. If not, if she by the time is already left to home then... next time. Yes. Chaos was still filling the young man's mind but he believed the girl's company could've calm him and make think clearer.

In the evening, she was still in the cabinet, alone, writing something in a notebook. She was happy to see Dankovsky and gladly agreed to walk with him; standing on a porch of the apartment building she hesitated at first, remembering not to be pushy towards Bachelor, but then recalled the last time he was her guest was pretty long time ago, so she invited him, and he agreed. During the walk she already noticed her friend lookes puzzled, he was too quiet as if some heavy thoughts are torturing him, but questions must wait - first, the guest needs to be fed, rested and only after he (if he desires) can be asked about what is bothering him.

They had a simple supper: tea and open sandwiches with cheese and ham; apples and peaches in vase looked tempting too, but food barely went down Daniil's throat. When Martha left to a kitchen, he started looking around, thinking, analyzing, listening to his body's reactions. No rejection whatsoever, a feeling of acceptance, comfort, coziness... and longing when he is not here. The conversation was not going well this evening, Daniil felt lost and guilty, no conclusion appeared in his head, emotions were still at charge. He apologized and informed Martha he would like to go to sleep earlier today. When he was about to close the bedroom door, he heard Martha's voice behind his back.

"Daniil, forgive me since it is none of my business, but I see something's bothering you. Is something wrong? Maybe I can help somehow?"

Dankovsky turned around, he smiled faintly to, as he thought, calm Martha down at least a little bit, but then saw her concerned gaze. "Either I am going to be honest with myself right now, or... no, no "or". Bachelor took her hands in his, looked at them, felt their trembling, he then raised his eyes and looked at Martha's face - her cheeks turned pink, she was looking at him uncomprehendingly and excitedly.

"Martha, - he said calmly, - I am fond of you".

The young woman's eyes widened. A pause hung in the air.

"I... I am so sorry, I... - Martha smiled nervously, - No one even told me something like this, and I... I don't know how I should reply or what to do..."

"No one ever loved you, little mouse?" - Daniil thought to himself, and then replied outloud:

"Tell me what do you feel. Tell me if my affection is mutual. If not, I..."

"I... want you to come here more often. Please".

Martha was so nervous, poor girl was shaking and was almost ready to cry. Daniil came closer and embraced her, he was holding her gently in his arms waiting until her heartbeat camls down.

"I will", - he replied.

The young woman looked at him, still blushing, she smiled and nodded. Not the most romantic confession, but they understood each other, that was the most important thing. They agreed to spend weekends together: to walk in the city, to visit museums and markets, to learn more about each other, to merely enjoy each other's company. Dankovsky felt a big relief, a giant stone fell from his soul, and also he felt... happiness? Hm, yes, it seems happiness feels like that, when you found someone you want to be with.

Another month passed very quickly, another evening in Martha's apartment; she allowed herself a little more than before - a kiss to Daniil's cheek before he went to bed. They were standing in the same doorway in which they told each other about feelings. He also allowed himself a bit more and met no protest - his lips touched hers, and again, and again. Funny enough, they could barely stop cuddling, only a "ding" of clocks on a wall reminded them the hour was late.

Yet another two months passed almost unnoticed, all predictions of Grachov did not come true. As any living being, Martha and Daniil's relationships were evolving, slowly and confidently, step by step. The young woman has never been with a man before, but realised she trusted Bachelor and wanted to become close with him, intimately. They discussed this "stage of closeness", they even made a plan of what they need and how exactly they need to "do" this. Martha felt a bit awkward: she could be called a "modern girl" and she had knowledge on a matter of intimate relationships, still theory and practice are different things and it is always scary to encounter something for the first time; she trusted Bachelor's logics and cold calculation, even though all what he said on the matter made the young woman feel as if he will be executing surgery on her and not an intercourse. But the moment they actually were lying in the same bed, when Martha heard Daniil's calm and gentle voice telling her what to do, asking her to relax, when she felt his touch on her skin, she was not scared and in her head there was no association with lying in a hospital bed in front of a doctor. No, they were lovers bathing in each other's gentleness and passion.

Some more time passed. In a middle of a Saturday night Dankovsky was lying in bed, holding his beloved in his embrace, breathing in a scent of her hair. If someone ever told him years ago he would find someone who will make his heart feel warmth and happiness, he would've just chuckle since he had the one and only desire - to beat death, nothing else matters, nothing will ever change. A state of mind of a fatalist. But life goes on and everything changes, even people. Bachelor touched Martha's cheek and kissed her, even in silence they felt comfort as if they were talking about some matters, unknown to common people, using their minds.

"Martha, what do you think on relationships between people? How do you see yourself with someone?"

A question definitely was not expected to be asked in such intimate moment, but the young woman knew her beloved and was not surprised.

"Honestly, I've never carefully thought about it. But... to me it would be enough merely to exist together, to share time together, to help and take care of each other".

"So, no marriage?"

"Not necessary. If we both agree to marry, so be it. If we both decide to live together without anything official, so be it too. I know people nowadays don't like such relationships, calling women names, but... it is none of their business. If you want to be with someone, be with them, let it be a partnership, a union if you cannot call it marriage and need any lable".

"Hm, a partnership, a union, - Daniil smiled, - I agree".

Martha looked at the young man not really understanding what exactly he agreed with.

"I agree to be in a union with you".

Martha's gaze became warmer and happier, she snuggled closer to Daniil.

His little mouse with dollish face and big blue eyes... Human's soul and mind are tricky things indeed.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Can you do when we are married and it's really cold outside so we just want to stay Inside and cuddle ck and kk3 please

Kk3: it was 8.30 at night and John had asked Terry to pop but the dojo for a chat. You were already out with Terry for a night out, and when you finished, Terry drove by the dojo with you. You both went into the dojo and John greated us. "Hey Terry, I'm glad you stoped by. I just wanted to chat with you for a moment. Oh, but privately if that's alright?" You understood that this business related and didnt want to interfere. "Sure, no problem. I'll just wait in the training room" Terry kisses your cheek. "I'll be as quick as I can baby, thank you" Terry and John go into the office and you sit on a pile of mats in the training room. But you hadn't realised how cold it was. Your nose was cold and your arms were starting to shake from the chill in the air. 15 minutes later, Terry comes back out of the office and you both head to the car. But before you reach the car door, Terry sees how cold you were. "Baby are you cold?" "Yeh kind of, it wasnt very warm in there" he takes your hands into his and start blowing warm air against them. "I didnt mean to leave you in the cold baby. Let's get you home" you both get in the car and your home within minutes. You enter the house and Terry has his arm around you, rubbing your arms to warm you up. "Do you want me to run you a hot bath baby?" "No thats ok Terry, I think I just need a warm cuddle from you" he smiles at you and you dont have to ask him twice. He carrys you to the bedroom and you both snuggle up in the fluffy blanket that covered your bed. You wrap your arms around his chest and he holds you close, increasing the warmth between you. "Thank you Terry, this is just what I need" "anything for you babygirl"

CK: you and terry were at a home of a business associate. And he had all the windows and doors open of his home, and it was very cold for you. Terry was talking to this man and you just try and stay away from the windows as much as you can. You stand and observe his large book shelf, and try to keep your chills at bay by rubbing your arms to create heat. Terry looks over to you and he can see that something isnt right with you. He sees you holding yourself, your lips looking slightly blue, your body shaking from chills and he can hear your teeth chattering. He excuses himself and walks over to you, and he removes his jacket, wrapping it over your shoulders. His jacket was much bigger than you, and it wrapped around you very nicely, instantly giving you a little warmth, especially from him just wearing it. You were feeling his body heat. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms trying to warm you up. "Your frozen sweetheart. Lets get you home and warm you up" "that sounds wonderful terry" You both say your goodbuys to the man and drive back home. When you enter the home, the fire is already on. "I used my app to turn it on before we got home sweetheart. Now, you take seat by the fire and I'll be right back" he says, kissing your cheek and heading to the bedroom. You take a seat and raise your hands to the fire place, feeling the heat melt into your freezing finger tips. Terry comes back, sits beside you and wraps a large, soft blacket around you. Still rubbing his hands over your arms, he asks "is this better sweetheart? You warming up yet?" You smile and give him a kiss. "Yes Terry, I'm warming up now" you move your arm up and wrap the blacket around Terry too, and he pulls you into his arms, resting your head on his chest and he runs his fingers over your hair. You exhale in relief, the fire warming the room, and your boyfriends body heat warming your body. His heartbeat under your head and his fingers running through your hair was just perfect. "Thank you Terry, this is just perfect. I love you" Terry kisses your head. "I love you too sweetheart"

[rjshope]

So, goodbuy "Wings", hello, LY era

i need to lie down, i'm not feeling well

[zhivchik]

let me say goodbuy to this series. PETERLLI BROTHERS KISSED BETTER!

[rozzychan]

Okay, can somebody just tell me what happened to BUILD and why he gave a tearful goodbuy to Be On Cloud?

I saw the vid in passing and I don't know what happened.